Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! ;_;
AR: Mmmm....bored. And late at night. Gomen if it's short and boring. I just got back from a vacation, and I have to go to New York on Wednesday.
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Bakura never meant for himself to meet that strange person. All that he was doing was going around the city when he accidentally stumbled upon the recent fight. He took pity on the leader, which is why he cried out when he was about to be killed. But now he was in a lot of trouble.
He hesitantly stood up and jumped down to the sidewalk, landing lightly on his feet. He walked over to where the other angel was. When he looked at Yami Bakura, he was surprised at how much they looked alike. Except for the eyes, they were cold and unfriendly and glaring at him. They sent goosebumps up his arms.
Yami Bakura raised his hand, and Bakura flinched as he slapped him, hard. He rubbed his cheek lightly as the angry angel raged on.
"How dare you stop me from killing my prey!" he growled."You disgust me, you Angel of Mercy." He spat at Bakura's feet and glared at him with a burning hatred.
"H-h-how do you know I'm an Angel of Mercy?" Bakura stammered, feeling a little bit scared. The hate that radiated from the stranger was strong, and getting stronger.
"It was obvious when you shouted for me to stop. And that feather from you wing tells all." He waved it around before letting it fall to the ground and grinding it with his booted feet. He turned his attention back to the frightened angel.
"So what shall it be? Shall I kill you like I have done to others, or should I torture you until you beg for forgiveness and mercy? It doesn't matter, as long as you pay for letting my victim escape." He unsheathed his knife and balanced the tip of it on one finger. Bakura swallowed hard, his hands shaking.
'This guy is insane,' he thought. 'I'm doomed for sure.' He knelt down and bowed his head. Tears fell down from eyes, creating tiny wet spots on the ground. His wings unfolded gently and draped around him.
"Kill me," he whispered. Yami Bakura tossed his knife up from his finger and caught it by the handle. He smiled in his usual sadistic way and slashed Bakura's neck, leaving a scratch that started bleeding. He licked the blood off his neck with his tongue and savored the tangy copper flavor. (A/n: Am I grossing anyone out yet? ^_^ He he he...)
He was about to plunge his weapon deep into the angel's chest, when Bakura's head snapped up. Their eyes met, and Yami Bakura stared deeply into the dark chocolatey eyes that were so much like his own. Bakura was fascinated by the cold dark brown eyes, the way they seemed so arrogant but deep within they had some warmth to them.
The knife clattered to the ground, and Yami Bakura pulled Bakura up to his feet. He ran his hand through his white hair then glanced at the angel again.
"Go, angel. I'm letting you go...for now anyway." He bent down and retrieved his knife. Bakura just stood there, staring at the dark angel.
"Why are you letting me leave?"
"Just...go." Yami Bakura's voice was harsh. "Before I change my mind." Bakura nodded, then flew away. He looked back at the dark figure, who was still standing there.
"My name's Ryou Bakura," he called back.
"And my name's Yami Bakura," he replied, watching Bakura fly away.
[The next day]
"So he let you go?" Yugi whispered, his violet eyes huge. Bakura nodded.
"And he said his name was Yami Bakura. I've never heard of him before, have you?" Yugi's eyes got wider.
"Of course I have! He's the most famous - and probably the most powerful - Angel of Death out there! Rumors have it that he'll become their next leader soon."
"An...Angel of Death?" Bakura whispered. They were widely feared and because of that they were also respected. But if Yami Bakura was the most powerful, why didn't he kill him last night? He could of easily done it.....
"Yami Bakura?" Malik called out. His purple eyes looked worried when he saw his friend sitting around and staring into space. He waved a hand in front of the white haired angel's face but didn't get a reaction. He finally had to whack him hard on the head with his Millennium Rod to get his attention.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Yami Bakura asked, rubbing the spot where he was hit. He looked up at his friend and scowled. Malik scowled back at him.
"You were spacing out! What's with you lately? You daydream, sit around and do nothing, you won't even join me to kill off some mortals!! I demand to know what's happening to you!" Malik placed his hands on his hips as he waited for his answered. That just made Yami Bakura scowl harder.
"It's nothing!! Now mind your own business, Malik, I'm tired of you poking your nose into mine." Before the blonde could reply, Yami Bakura stormed off and took flight.
"What's with him?" Malik muttered, scratching his head.
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AR: ^_^ Yay! Done w/ Chapter 4!!! I'm so proud of myself.
Mom: Get off and start packing your bags! *leaves the room*
AR: ;_; I don't wanna go to New York
Diane: Why? I thought it was filled with excitement and lights and had Broadway
AR: *whacks Diane* That's New York City, Diane. The reason I'm going to New York is because of a summer conference (for Christians) at a college campus called Hofstra. And the conference won't end until Sunday. Waaaaaaahhh!!!! *hugs the computer*
Diane: So what's your problem?
AR: No computers are allowed there, and no TV either!!!!!!! So I can't type anything or watch the episode "Best of Friends, Worst of Enemies pt. 2"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diane: ^^;; Well, leave a review while I go and comfort her or something
AR: Mmmm....bored. And late at night. Gomen if it's short and boring. I just got back from a vacation, and I have to go to New York on Wednesday.
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Bakura never meant for himself to meet that strange person. All that he was doing was going around the city when he accidentally stumbled upon the recent fight. He took pity on the leader, which is why he cried out when he was about to be killed. But now he was in a lot of trouble.
He hesitantly stood up and jumped down to the sidewalk, landing lightly on his feet. He walked over to where the other angel was. When he looked at Yami Bakura, he was surprised at how much they looked alike. Except for the eyes, they were cold and unfriendly and glaring at him. They sent goosebumps up his arms.
Yami Bakura raised his hand, and Bakura flinched as he slapped him, hard. He rubbed his cheek lightly as the angry angel raged on.
"How dare you stop me from killing my prey!" he growled."You disgust me, you Angel of Mercy." He spat at Bakura's feet and glared at him with a burning hatred.
"H-h-how do you know I'm an Angel of Mercy?" Bakura stammered, feeling a little bit scared. The hate that radiated from the stranger was strong, and getting stronger.
"It was obvious when you shouted for me to stop. And that feather from you wing tells all." He waved it around before letting it fall to the ground and grinding it with his booted feet. He turned his attention back to the frightened angel.
"So what shall it be? Shall I kill you like I have done to others, or should I torture you until you beg for forgiveness and mercy? It doesn't matter, as long as you pay for letting my victim escape." He unsheathed his knife and balanced the tip of it on one finger. Bakura swallowed hard, his hands shaking.
'This guy is insane,' he thought. 'I'm doomed for sure.' He knelt down and bowed his head. Tears fell down from eyes, creating tiny wet spots on the ground. His wings unfolded gently and draped around him.
"Kill me," he whispered. Yami Bakura tossed his knife up from his finger and caught it by the handle. He smiled in his usual sadistic way and slashed Bakura's neck, leaving a scratch that started bleeding. He licked the blood off his neck with his tongue and savored the tangy copper flavor. (A/n: Am I grossing anyone out yet? ^_^ He he he...)
He was about to plunge his weapon deep into the angel's chest, when Bakura's head snapped up. Their eyes met, and Yami Bakura stared deeply into the dark chocolatey eyes that were so much like his own. Bakura was fascinated by the cold dark brown eyes, the way they seemed so arrogant but deep within they had some warmth to them.
The knife clattered to the ground, and Yami Bakura pulled Bakura up to his feet. He ran his hand through his white hair then glanced at the angel again.
"Go, angel. I'm letting you go...for now anyway." He bent down and retrieved his knife. Bakura just stood there, staring at the dark angel.
"Why are you letting me leave?"
"Just...go." Yami Bakura's voice was harsh. "Before I change my mind." Bakura nodded, then flew away. He looked back at the dark figure, who was still standing there.
"My name's Ryou Bakura," he called back.
"And my name's Yami Bakura," he replied, watching Bakura fly away.
[The next day]
"So he let you go?" Yugi whispered, his violet eyes huge. Bakura nodded.
"And he said his name was Yami Bakura. I've never heard of him before, have you?" Yugi's eyes got wider.
"Of course I have! He's the most famous - and probably the most powerful - Angel of Death out there! Rumors have it that he'll become their next leader soon."
"An...Angel of Death?" Bakura whispered. They were widely feared and because of that they were also respected. But if Yami Bakura was the most powerful, why didn't he kill him last night? He could of easily done it.....
"Yami Bakura?" Malik called out. His purple eyes looked worried when he saw his friend sitting around and staring into space. He waved a hand in front of the white haired angel's face but didn't get a reaction. He finally had to whack him hard on the head with his Millennium Rod to get his attention.
"Hey! What did you do that for?" Yami Bakura asked, rubbing the spot where he was hit. He looked up at his friend and scowled. Malik scowled back at him.
"You were spacing out! What's with you lately? You daydream, sit around and do nothing, you won't even join me to kill off some mortals!! I demand to know what's happening to you!" Malik placed his hands on his hips as he waited for his answered. That just made Yami Bakura scowl harder.
"It's nothing!! Now mind your own business, Malik, I'm tired of you poking your nose into mine." Before the blonde could reply, Yami Bakura stormed off and took flight.
"What's with him?" Malik muttered, scratching his head.
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AR: ^_^ Yay! Done w/ Chapter 4!!! I'm so proud of myself.
Mom: Get off and start packing your bags! *leaves the room*
AR: ;_; I don't wanna go to New York
Diane: Why? I thought it was filled with excitement and lights and had Broadway
AR: *whacks Diane* That's New York City, Diane. The reason I'm going to New York is because of a summer conference (for Christians) at a college campus called Hofstra. And the conference won't end until Sunday. Waaaaaaahhh!!!! *hugs the computer*
Diane: So what's your problem?
AR: No computers are allowed there, and no TV either!!!!!!! So I can't type anything or watch the episode "Best of Friends, Worst of Enemies pt. 2"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diane: ^^;; Well, leave a review while I go and comfort her or something
