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Dedicated to: Chaos Angel. Enjoy it, Chaos! Hey cool! Today's my birthday!! *starts singing 50 Cent's "In Da Club"*
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Angels of Mery and Death - Chp. 2
All of Domino City was still and quiet in the late hour of the night. Except for one figure that was staring at the city from the top of a high skyscraper. He watched with sad eyes as two men got into a fist fight and one of them get injured badly.
"Why must you humans fight?" he whispered, mostly to himself. "Don't you see how much chaos you cause by doing this?"
The one man laid in the street, a small pool of blood forming around him. The other man limped away, leaving his victim to die alone.
The lone figure stood up from his spot on the skyscraper and jumped down. Before he reached the ground, something white exploded from his back and pure white wings allowed him to glide down slowly to earth. He hesitantly stepped close to the bleeding man and knelt down beside him.
The man slowly opened his eyes, and was astonished at what he saw. A young boy, maybe 16 or so, was sitting by him, with snowy white wings and long hair that was nearly the same color. His eyes were the color of chocolate, and had a gentleness in them that comforted him. The boy gently took his hand.
"Are you an...angel?" The man quietly asked. The boy ignored his question.
"I'm here to help you." A small beam of light from his fingertips shone, and the man's wounds healed. He helped the man up to his feet and started to walk in the opposite direction.
"Thank you. Whoever you are." The white-haired boy smiled, then walked away and disappeared. The man started walking home, when a flash of white caught his eye. He turned around, but saw nothing. So he shrugged and continued on, even though his mind said that something was wrong.
He kept on seeing flashes of white out of the corner of his eye as he got closer to his home. But every time he looked back, nothing was there. Finally he reached his house and as he reached for the doorknob, the door opened itself.
Suddenly suspicious, he cautiously walked in. The house looked empty, but appearances can be decieving. The man slowly walked up to his bedroom. As he shut the door and turned around, he was startled by an intuder.
"It's...it's you! That boy who helped me on the street!" He stammered, pointing a shaking finger at the figure. But as the figure stepped closer, he saw that it wasn't the same boy.
The figure had a lot of the same looks, the long, snowy white hair and the chocolate eyes. But this boy's hair was sharper and more mussed up than the other, and those dark brown eyes were cold and haughty.
"Me? Help someone like you?" He sneered, his voice gruff and cold. "I think the only way I could help is to help you die." He roughly shoved the man to the ground and put one knee on his chest. He smiled sadistically, pulled out a knife and started stabbing the man to death. When he was done, he put his knife back and jumped out through the window, unfolding a pair of wings as he went. He spiraled up into the sky, feeling satisfied about his latest killing.
"Pardon me for saying this, but wasn't that death a bit more brutal than usual, Yami Bakura?" He turned and scowled as he faced his friend. "Why does it matter to you, Malik? What I do is no concern of yours."
The blonde rustled his wings before answering. "It doesn't concern me, I know, I was just mentioning that you were harder on him than some others that you've killed. Why's that?" Yami Bakura scowled deeper.
"That ignorant mortal mistook me for some foolish boy that supposedly helped him. Am I getting so forgotten that I'm being mistaken for a human?" He clenched his fist angrily and punched a nearby window, shattering it into small shards and fragments.
Malik waited for Yami Bakura to calm down, then spoke. "How could anyone forget an Angel of Death? We are the most feared angels in all of the heavens! Your right, that mortal was ignorant. Now come on, Yami B, we have some more lives to take." And with that he flew off, with the disgruntled Yami Bakura following close behind.
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Me: *wearing baggy clothes and a backwards baseball hat* Go shawty, it's ya birthday! XD Anyway, leave a review, no flames. And the next chapter should be up soon, 3-4 days at the most I think.
Dedicated to: Chaos Angel. Enjoy it, Chaos! Hey cool! Today's my birthday!! *starts singing 50 Cent's "In Da Club"*
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Angels of Mery and Death - Chp. 2
All of Domino City was still and quiet in the late hour of the night. Except for one figure that was staring at the city from the top of a high skyscraper. He watched with sad eyes as two men got into a fist fight and one of them get injured badly.
"Why must you humans fight?" he whispered, mostly to himself. "Don't you see how much chaos you cause by doing this?"
The one man laid in the street, a small pool of blood forming around him. The other man limped away, leaving his victim to die alone.
The lone figure stood up from his spot on the skyscraper and jumped down. Before he reached the ground, something white exploded from his back and pure white wings allowed him to glide down slowly to earth. He hesitantly stepped close to the bleeding man and knelt down beside him.
The man slowly opened his eyes, and was astonished at what he saw. A young boy, maybe 16 or so, was sitting by him, with snowy white wings and long hair that was nearly the same color. His eyes were the color of chocolate, and had a gentleness in them that comforted him. The boy gently took his hand.
"Are you an...angel?" The man quietly asked. The boy ignored his question.
"I'm here to help you." A small beam of light from his fingertips shone, and the man's wounds healed. He helped the man up to his feet and started to walk in the opposite direction.
"Thank you. Whoever you are." The white-haired boy smiled, then walked away and disappeared. The man started walking home, when a flash of white caught his eye. He turned around, but saw nothing. So he shrugged and continued on, even though his mind said that something was wrong.
He kept on seeing flashes of white out of the corner of his eye as he got closer to his home. But every time he looked back, nothing was there. Finally he reached his house and as he reached for the doorknob, the door opened itself.
Suddenly suspicious, he cautiously walked in. The house looked empty, but appearances can be decieving. The man slowly walked up to his bedroom. As he shut the door and turned around, he was startled by an intuder.
"It's...it's you! That boy who helped me on the street!" He stammered, pointing a shaking finger at the figure. But as the figure stepped closer, he saw that it wasn't the same boy.
The figure had a lot of the same looks, the long, snowy white hair and the chocolate eyes. But this boy's hair was sharper and more mussed up than the other, and those dark brown eyes were cold and haughty.
"Me? Help someone like you?" He sneered, his voice gruff and cold. "I think the only way I could help is to help you die." He roughly shoved the man to the ground and put one knee on his chest. He smiled sadistically, pulled out a knife and started stabbing the man to death. When he was done, he put his knife back and jumped out through the window, unfolding a pair of wings as he went. He spiraled up into the sky, feeling satisfied about his latest killing.
"Pardon me for saying this, but wasn't that death a bit more brutal than usual, Yami Bakura?" He turned and scowled as he faced his friend. "Why does it matter to you, Malik? What I do is no concern of yours."
The blonde rustled his wings before answering. "It doesn't concern me, I know, I was just mentioning that you were harder on him than some others that you've killed. Why's that?" Yami Bakura scowled deeper.
"That ignorant mortal mistook me for some foolish boy that supposedly helped him. Am I getting so forgotten that I'm being mistaken for a human?" He clenched his fist angrily and punched a nearby window, shattering it into small shards and fragments.
Malik waited for Yami Bakura to calm down, then spoke. "How could anyone forget an Angel of Death? We are the most feared angels in all of the heavens! Your right, that mortal was ignorant. Now come on, Yami B, we have some more lives to take." And with that he flew off, with the disgruntled Yami Bakura following close behind.
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Me: *wearing baggy clothes and a backwards baseball hat* Go shawty, it's ya birthday! XD Anyway, leave a review, no flames. And the next chapter should be up soon, 3-4 days at the most I think.
