A/N : My first fic. I hope it's okay.
Bakura: *grumbles* Stupid authoress.
A/N: Hmm, did you say something?
Bakura: You're a lousy authoress!
A/N: Wow, thank you!
Bakura: *sigh*
A/N: Anyway, this includes shounen ai. Please leave if it bothers you. Also, any Yu-Gi-Oh characters in this story are not mine!
Demon, Demon-Chapter One: Only Just Met
He yelped in pain, digging up the soaked earth with his claws. The wound on his side dug deep into him, ripping up his flesh. Blood poured freely from it, mixing in with the mud and forming into a slippery mix. The rain matted his silver hair over his sharp crimson eyes, glowing with anger and pain and betrayal, fighting to stay awake. His inhuman cat ears drooped, along with his tail as he started to loose sight. His clothes were soiled, now a brownish red instead of black, ripped from the dagger the man used, which happened to be the one that sat in front of him.
The man who did this was long gone, but the small boy had sworn to "repay" him for the damage he'd done. He'd make sure of it, even in his death. Soft thumps signaled someone else coming. He growled as a last warning, and looked up before the darkness claimed him.
The last thing he saw was a pair of large, innocent chocolate eyes.
Ryou wrung the soaked cloth with his small hands, and placed it on the boy's head. Taking a seat next to the cot, he starred at the sleeping stranger.
He looked about eight, only a year older than he was. Once he washed his hair, he noticed it was like his, silver and soft, yet it held a wild quality to it. His eyes looked like it could pierce through people's souls, and his claws, which looked like human nails and slightly curved, looked deadly sharp. What interested him the most were his ears and his tail.
The stranger's eyes drifted open, and he froze to the foreign surroundings. Ryou noticed.
"It's ok, you're safe."
That only succeeded to make him jump and back up against the wall beside the cot, growling. His fingers traveled down to his wound. To his surprise, his fingers touched the cotton bandages instead of the gash. Crimson met chocolate in question.
"We're at my house. You were hurt really bad, so I brought you here. Do you have a place to stay?"
He shook his head, clearly confused about what was happening.
"Then you can stay here! I'm an orphan, so I live by myself," He chirped, although his eyes gazed over for a split second, "But since I'm going to be a magician, the people in town give me supplies." He studied the tense boy in front of him, only just noticing his apparel.
"My name is Ryou Bakura, " The young boy cheerfully declared, "What's yours?"
He found his voice, though it sounded dry and cracked.
"Don't have name." He replied. He completely understood Ryou, but when it came to talking to people, he could never talk in full sentences. Lack of contact with humans did that to his mind.
"Here, have some water." Ryou gave him a small cup, which the nameless boy hastily yanked out of his hands. Watching him inhale the liquid, he took notice to the small problem.
"You don't have one, huh?" He repeated with a small frown. Suddenly he smiled, returning to his happy demeanor.
"Then you can have my last name! It'll fit you perfectly, Bakura!"
"Bakura." He let his newly acquired name roll on his tongue. He let out a feral grin, flexing his claws as he put the cup down.
"Bakura."
Taking the cup, Ryou set it on the nearby end table.
"You should rest more. That was a nasty wound you had, and it'll take a while to heal." He said, and gently grabbed Bakura's arm to pull him down. The wounded boy jumped to the magician in training's touch, causing him to collapse from pain.
"I'm sorry!" Ryou cried, as he quickly let go. He checked Bakura's wound and sighed in relief.
"Good, it didn't open. Are you okay?" He asked. A small silence filled the air, which Ryou took as a yes.
"No scared?" He asked, peering at the boy, who was currently digging blankets from under the cot.
"Of course not!" He replied, spreading a few blankets down on the floor. He tossed one over Bakura, who growled slightly.
"Can kill you. No scared?"
Ryou's eyes softened, showing a small amount of despair before replying.
"No, I'm not scared." He softly responded. He sprawled out on his makeshift bed, yawning.
"Goodnight Bakura." Ryou blew out the lantern and wandered off to sleep.
"Ryou no scared," Bakura whispered, making a grin.
"Bakura no scared either."
Bakura's wound healed in a couple of days, and it was hell after that. He wrecked everything in Ryou's little cottage from the dishes to the table. The only thing that wasn't utterly mutilated was the cot and blankets, Ryou's spell books, and a small treasure chest full of Ryou's precious possessions.
"Bakura, stop!" Ryou cried and tried to pull him back from the chest. Bakura ignored him and pulled out the contents. He picked up a set of tarot cards wrapped in a cloth.
The card face up showed a large wheel, with the title 'The Wheel of Fortune'. He threw those aside as he pulled out a painting. A brown haired man held a beautiful woman in his arms, smiling back. He tossed that to the ground, next to Ryou, who was picking up the cards from earlier.
"Please stop!" Ryou cried again, a little more desperate than last time. He hastily placed the disregarded items in a safer place. To his absolute horror, Bakura had placed his hands on his most treasured item.
He lifted up a porcelain bell, with a small angel statuette sitting on top of the handle. Her wings were spread out and her robes billowed as if the wind blew. She held a bell of her own, poised to ring. Bakura inspected it, and decided it had enough time. He started to let it slip from his fingers, when Ryou suddenly tackled him into a hug.
"Please Bakura," He whispered, muffled by the his shirt, "Don't break it."
"What's so different about this?" The boy thought while Ryou hugged him. His tail twitched as he noticed his shirt was getting wet. An emotion he had never felt before ripped through his heart, as if someone had stabbed him and twisted the knife. Suddenly it didn't matter why it was important to Ryou, just as long as he kept it safe.
He gently pulled Ryou away, getting a full look into the crying boy's face. The pain doubled as he saw the tears trail down his pale cheeks. With his free hand, he wiped those tears away, much to Ryou's shock.
"Hurts..."
"What hurts?" Ryou asked. Looking into his eyes, he put his hand over his chest.
"Hurts here when you cry."
The boy hugged him again and chuckled.
Not knowing what else to do, Bakura hugged him back. The bell sang a sweet note when he moved.
"Sound pretty." He voiced quietly, and he felt Ryou nod.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship, right from the ring of the angel's bell.
Later that night, Ryou awoke by the sounds of thrashing. He froze, trying to mix all his jumbled thoughts into the right order. Soon he realized that Bakura was making the sounds, growling and hissing at the air. His eyes were clenched shut and his fangs glimmered in the moonlight.
"Bakura!"
Ryou shook him, but it only did worse. He thrashed around more, threatening to hurt himself. He climbed onto the bed and straddled the dreaming boy's waist, pinning him against the bed to keep him still.
"Bakura, wake up!" He urgently hushed. Bakura still struggled, clenching and unclenching his hands. It seemed that he was fighting something. Again, Ryou tried to wake him.
"It's only a dream! Wake up!"
He snapped open his eyes that glowed an angry red before returning to its darker crimson color. His growling ceased and his eyes softened when he noticed Ryou.
"...Ryou?"
"Are you okay? You had a bad dream."
"Ryou...heavy..." He wheezed. Ryou blushed and stumbled off.
"Sorry!" He squeaked and tried to go to his own bed. Bakura grabbed his waist before he could go any farther.
"Sleep here."
"But-"
"Your bed. Sleep here."
He sighed and slipped under the covers with Bakura still holding him.
"You can let go now."
He could feel Bakura's smirk, as he only held on tighter.
"Ryou warm."
Ryou blushed five shades darker and said no more. The two drifted off into a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night.
"Ryou!" His friend tackled him to the ground as he set foot into the school.
"Where have you been? We were really worried and you missed so much! Were you sick?" His spiky hair partially blocked his vision as he tried to stand.
"Sorry, Yugi. Did I miss anything important?" Yugi hopped off him and pulled on his sleeve.
"You missed our first spell. It's called 'Holy Light', and it's an attack spell against weak monsters."
"'Holy Light'? Didn't Master say we were too little for learning that?" Yugi shook his head.
"That's 'Holy Bolt'. Master says 'Holy Light' is like a beginning step. Come on, Ryou! Class is about to begin!"
Bakura sat with a crazed look in his eyes, anxiously trying to keep himself from boredom. Ryou had gone to Magic school an hour ago, and what did that leave Bakura? Nothing but a cabin full of stuff he couldn't break anyway.
But the town was a completely different story. He let out a grin that could have scared grown men out of their wits. Taking a knap sack, he stalked out of the safety of the cottage. He leapt from tree to tree, silently snickering as he reached the busy streets. First thing on his list: new clothes.
When Ryou offered him some of his robes, he refused to wear them. Robes reminded him of priests, and he definitely hated priests. Besides, they were blue, of all colors! Bakura spotted a merchant with his colors. He was currently talking to a stranger.
"Perfect!" He slipped behind the stall, eyeing the clothes and waiting for the exact time to strike.
"Now sir, I believe the fabric you're looking for is right here." The merchant turned the other direction, allowing just enough space for Bakura to slip through. He took the chance, snatching the soft fabric and fleeing back to the shady branches of the tree. Struggling to stay balanced, he stripped off his old tatters and replaced them with the newer ones. They were just as black, but made out of leather unlike his usual cotton. He took a knife and poked a hole for his tail to go through.
His stomach growled and from experience, he knew there would be nothing left in Ryou's house. The villagers barely gave Ryou enough for himself, let alone Bakura. Taking his knap sack, he blended with the shadows and robbed every food stand to his liking. He sat back, watching the villagers go on about their business, smiling maniacally.
"Easy."
Next stop: The weapons dealer. He sifted through the shadows like liquid, searching for his next prey.
Throughout Bakura's career, he noticed that weapon shops have always proved harder than others have. The owners were usually just as dangerous as the weapons they sold. They displayed their wares in such a way that any slight move could alert he owner. It took extreme skill to successfully rob even the cheapest dagger, and Bakura had more than enough skill.
Grinning, the thief spotted the perfect weapon.
Ryou sighed as he wiped the sweat off his face. Learning Healing Wind and Holy Light took up almost everything he had. He sat in the courtyard behind the school, taking a break from his training. Yugi was eating inside, along with his other friends. Since he used up his food already, he decided to stay outside.
Lying down on the grass, he starred into the azure sky above.
"Master said even though we're only 7, we have great power..." He recalled as the clouds rolled by.
"He said sometimes we act older than we're supposed to." Sighing, he closed his eyes.
"I wonder what Bakura is doing?"
He almost drifted off, until something jerked him up and dragged him.into the air? Opening his eyes, he noticed he was more than 6 feet above ground. The ground shifted below them as they jumped across branches.
"Ahh!!" He gripped whatever there was to hold.
"Bakura! What's going on?" Ryou asked as soon as he realized his kidnapper.
"Hey, you got new clothes and-how did you get that?!" A beautiful dagger was held in Bakura's belt, shimmering when the sunlight hit it.
"Borrowed," He grunted, shifting Ryou's position to bridal style. The angry yells below signified otherwise.
"You didn't borrow it, you stole it!" He exclaimed.
"Steal, borrow, same thing."
They finally landed and Bakura rushed up to the top of a hill. He let Ryou down before taking a well-needed rest. Sifting through the contents of the bag, he produced an apple and handed it to Ryou. They sat in an uncomfortable silence, munching on some fruit Bakura stole.
"Hey, Bakura, what do you need that dagger for?" Ryou inquired. The thief's eyes hardened and flashed and the fur on his tail rose.
"Revenge." He snarled, annoyance etched in his voice. There was a short pause, and Ryou cracked up laughing.
"What's funny?" He pouted, folding his ears back. Ryou laughed harder.
"I'm sorry, it's-it's your tail! It's all big and puffed up-it's funny!" He exclaimed, rolling around and still laughing. Bakura pouted more and folded his arms.
"Can't help it."
"It's not bad or anything, I'm sorr-" He never got to apologize, as Bakura suddenly leapt on him and started tickling his stomach.
"Ryou says give up?"
"I give up!" He squeaked, and Bakura got off. Ryou sighed out of relief and sat in front of his friend.
"Bakura, are there others like you?" He contently asked, catching the boy by surprise.
"I think I can answer that."
Bakura gasped and reached for Ryou, only to swipe the air. With his hair standing on end, he shot up and snarled at the white haired monster that had Ryou in his hold.
"Now, now, dear cousin. Is that any way to greet family?" He smoothly replied, looking down at the small boy.
"Pegasus...!" He seethed, gripping the dagger in his hand. Utter fury raged in his eyes as he glared at the older man.
"Bakura!" Ryou softly called with fear. Pegasus looked down, slightly amused.
"'Bakura'? It gave you a name? Isn't that cute. Tsk, tsk, cousin. It's a shame you have to lose your toy. You're not allowed to have anything, remember?" He wrapped his tail around Ryou's waist, and stroked his cheek with his claw, cutting into the flesh. Blood sprung up and Pegasus licked the wound. His captive whimpered in pain, shutting his eyes.
"But you know, I could always use another toy." He smiled mischievously as he watched Bakura fume.
Cursing Pegasus in his native language, he lunged with dagger in hand. His cousin disappeared and reappeared behind him.
"Oh, feisty, aren't we? Well, I have things to do cousin, so if you don't mind," He threw Ryou into the enraged boy and evaporated into the air.
Bakura quickly sheathed his dagger, carefully rolling Ryou off him. He inspected the cut and mentally sighed when he realized it wasn't deep. He wiped the blood off with his sleeve.
"Ryou!" Bakura urged, gripping the unconscious boy's shoulders. Ryou opened his eyes, and focused on Bakura.
"Bakura!" He immediately gripped onto the boy, hiding his face in Bakura's shirt. He held onto Ryou, gathered their belongings, and sped off for home.
When the angel's bell sang it's sweet song, it marked the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
But it also marked the beginning of an incredibly dangerous adventure.
A/N: How was it?
Bakura: That was sappy, but I'm not complaining. You made me into a demon! *insane laugh*
A/N: -_-;; Please R&R. Don't be afraid to give any ideas!
Bakura: *Insane laugh*
Bakura: *grumbles* Stupid authoress.
A/N: Hmm, did you say something?
Bakura: You're a lousy authoress!
A/N: Wow, thank you!
Bakura: *sigh*
A/N: Anyway, this includes shounen ai. Please leave if it bothers you. Also, any Yu-Gi-Oh characters in this story are not mine!
Demon, Demon-Chapter One: Only Just Met
He yelped in pain, digging up the soaked earth with his claws. The wound on his side dug deep into him, ripping up his flesh. Blood poured freely from it, mixing in with the mud and forming into a slippery mix. The rain matted his silver hair over his sharp crimson eyes, glowing with anger and pain and betrayal, fighting to stay awake. His inhuman cat ears drooped, along with his tail as he started to loose sight. His clothes were soiled, now a brownish red instead of black, ripped from the dagger the man used, which happened to be the one that sat in front of him.
The man who did this was long gone, but the small boy had sworn to "repay" him for the damage he'd done. He'd make sure of it, even in his death. Soft thumps signaled someone else coming. He growled as a last warning, and looked up before the darkness claimed him.
The last thing he saw was a pair of large, innocent chocolate eyes.
Ryou wrung the soaked cloth with his small hands, and placed it on the boy's head. Taking a seat next to the cot, he starred at the sleeping stranger.
He looked about eight, only a year older than he was. Once he washed his hair, he noticed it was like his, silver and soft, yet it held a wild quality to it. His eyes looked like it could pierce through people's souls, and his claws, which looked like human nails and slightly curved, looked deadly sharp. What interested him the most were his ears and his tail.
The stranger's eyes drifted open, and he froze to the foreign surroundings. Ryou noticed.
"It's ok, you're safe."
That only succeeded to make him jump and back up against the wall beside the cot, growling. His fingers traveled down to his wound. To his surprise, his fingers touched the cotton bandages instead of the gash. Crimson met chocolate in question.
"We're at my house. You were hurt really bad, so I brought you here. Do you have a place to stay?"
He shook his head, clearly confused about what was happening.
"Then you can stay here! I'm an orphan, so I live by myself," He chirped, although his eyes gazed over for a split second, "But since I'm going to be a magician, the people in town give me supplies." He studied the tense boy in front of him, only just noticing his apparel.
"My name is Ryou Bakura, " The young boy cheerfully declared, "What's yours?"
He found his voice, though it sounded dry and cracked.
"Don't have name." He replied. He completely understood Ryou, but when it came to talking to people, he could never talk in full sentences. Lack of contact with humans did that to his mind.
"Here, have some water." Ryou gave him a small cup, which the nameless boy hastily yanked out of his hands. Watching him inhale the liquid, he took notice to the small problem.
"You don't have one, huh?" He repeated with a small frown. Suddenly he smiled, returning to his happy demeanor.
"Then you can have my last name! It'll fit you perfectly, Bakura!"
"Bakura." He let his newly acquired name roll on his tongue. He let out a feral grin, flexing his claws as he put the cup down.
"Bakura."
Taking the cup, Ryou set it on the nearby end table.
"You should rest more. That was a nasty wound you had, and it'll take a while to heal." He said, and gently grabbed Bakura's arm to pull him down. The wounded boy jumped to the magician in training's touch, causing him to collapse from pain.
"I'm sorry!" Ryou cried, as he quickly let go. He checked Bakura's wound and sighed in relief.
"Good, it didn't open. Are you okay?" He asked. A small silence filled the air, which Ryou took as a yes.
"No scared?" He asked, peering at the boy, who was currently digging blankets from under the cot.
"Of course not!" He replied, spreading a few blankets down on the floor. He tossed one over Bakura, who growled slightly.
"Can kill you. No scared?"
Ryou's eyes softened, showing a small amount of despair before replying.
"No, I'm not scared." He softly responded. He sprawled out on his makeshift bed, yawning.
"Goodnight Bakura." Ryou blew out the lantern and wandered off to sleep.
"Ryou no scared," Bakura whispered, making a grin.
"Bakura no scared either."
Bakura's wound healed in a couple of days, and it was hell after that. He wrecked everything in Ryou's little cottage from the dishes to the table. The only thing that wasn't utterly mutilated was the cot and blankets, Ryou's spell books, and a small treasure chest full of Ryou's precious possessions.
"Bakura, stop!" Ryou cried and tried to pull him back from the chest. Bakura ignored him and pulled out the contents. He picked up a set of tarot cards wrapped in a cloth.
The card face up showed a large wheel, with the title 'The Wheel of Fortune'. He threw those aside as he pulled out a painting. A brown haired man held a beautiful woman in his arms, smiling back. He tossed that to the ground, next to Ryou, who was picking up the cards from earlier.
"Please stop!" Ryou cried again, a little more desperate than last time. He hastily placed the disregarded items in a safer place. To his absolute horror, Bakura had placed his hands on his most treasured item.
He lifted up a porcelain bell, with a small angel statuette sitting on top of the handle. Her wings were spread out and her robes billowed as if the wind blew. She held a bell of her own, poised to ring. Bakura inspected it, and decided it had enough time. He started to let it slip from his fingers, when Ryou suddenly tackled him into a hug.
"Please Bakura," He whispered, muffled by the his shirt, "Don't break it."
"What's so different about this?" The boy thought while Ryou hugged him. His tail twitched as he noticed his shirt was getting wet. An emotion he had never felt before ripped through his heart, as if someone had stabbed him and twisted the knife. Suddenly it didn't matter why it was important to Ryou, just as long as he kept it safe.
He gently pulled Ryou away, getting a full look into the crying boy's face. The pain doubled as he saw the tears trail down his pale cheeks. With his free hand, he wiped those tears away, much to Ryou's shock.
"Hurts..."
"What hurts?" Ryou asked. Looking into his eyes, he put his hand over his chest.
"Hurts here when you cry."
The boy hugged him again and chuckled.
Not knowing what else to do, Bakura hugged him back. The bell sang a sweet note when he moved.
"Sound pretty." He voiced quietly, and he felt Ryou nod.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship, right from the ring of the angel's bell.
Later that night, Ryou awoke by the sounds of thrashing. He froze, trying to mix all his jumbled thoughts into the right order. Soon he realized that Bakura was making the sounds, growling and hissing at the air. His eyes were clenched shut and his fangs glimmered in the moonlight.
"Bakura!"
Ryou shook him, but it only did worse. He thrashed around more, threatening to hurt himself. He climbed onto the bed and straddled the dreaming boy's waist, pinning him against the bed to keep him still.
"Bakura, wake up!" He urgently hushed. Bakura still struggled, clenching and unclenching his hands. It seemed that he was fighting something. Again, Ryou tried to wake him.
"It's only a dream! Wake up!"
He snapped open his eyes that glowed an angry red before returning to its darker crimson color. His growling ceased and his eyes softened when he noticed Ryou.
"...Ryou?"
"Are you okay? You had a bad dream."
"Ryou...heavy..." He wheezed. Ryou blushed and stumbled off.
"Sorry!" He squeaked and tried to go to his own bed. Bakura grabbed his waist before he could go any farther.
"Sleep here."
"But-"
"Your bed. Sleep here."
He sighed and slipped under the covers with Bakura still holding him.
"You can let go now."
He could feel Bakura's smirk, as he only held on tighter.
"Ryou warm."
Ryou blushed five shades darker and said no more. The two drifted off into a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night.
"Ryou!" His friend tackled him to the ground as he set foot into the school.
"Where have you been? We were really worried and you missed so much! Were you sick?" His spiky hair partially blocked his vision as he tried to stand.
"Sorry, Yugi. Did I miss anything important?" Yugi hopped off him and pulled on his sleeve.
"You missed our first spell. It's called 'Holy Light', and it's an attack spell against weak monsters."
"'Holy Light'? Didn't Master say we were too little for learning that?" Yugi shook his head.
"That's 'Holy Bolt'. Master says 'Holy Light' is like a beginning step. Come on, Ryou! Class is about to begin!"
Bakura sat with a crazed look in his eyes, anxiously trying to keep himself from boredom. Ryou had gone to Magic school an hour ago, and what did that leave Bakura? Nothing but a cabin full of stuff he couldn't break anyway.
But the town was a completely different story. He let out a grin that could have scared grown men out of their wits. Taking a knap sack, he stalked out of the safety of the cottage. He leapt from tree to tree, silently snickering as he reached the busy streets. First thing on his list: new clothes.
When Ryou offered him some of his robes, he refused to wear them. Robes reminded him of priests, and he definitely hated priests. Besides, they were blue, of all colors! Bakura spotted a merchant with his colors. He was currently talking to a stranger.
"Perfect!" He slipped behind the stall, eyeing the clothes and waiting for the exact time to strike.
"Now sir, I believe the fabric you're looking for is right here." The merchant turned the other direction, allowing just enough space for Bakura to slip through. He took the chance, snatching the soft fabric and fleeing back to the shady branches of the tree. Struggling to stay balanced, he stripped off his old tatters and replaced them with the newer ones. They were just as black, but made out of leather unlike his usual cotton. He took a knife and poked a hole for his tail to go through.
His stomach growled and from experience, he knew there would be nothing left in Ryou's house. The villagers barely gave Ryou enough for himself, let alone Bakura. Taking his knap sack, he blended with the shadows and robbed every food stand to his liking. He sat back, watching the villagers go on about their business, smiling maniacally.
"Easy."
Next stop: The weapons dealer. He sifted through the shadows like liquid, searching for his next prey.
Throughout Bakura's career, he noticed that weapon shops have always proved harder than others have. The owners were usually just as dangerous as the weapons they sold. They displayed their wares in such a way that any slight move could alert he owner. It took extreme skill to successfully rob even the cheapest dagger, and Bakura had more than enough skill.
Grinning, the thief spotted the perfect weapon.
Ryou sighed as he wiped the sweat off his face. Learning Healing Wind and Holy Light took up almost everything he had. He sat in the courtyard behind the school, taking a break from his training. Yugi was eating inside, along with his other friends. Since he used up his food already, he decided to stay outside.
Lying down on the grass, he starred into the azure sky above.
"Master said even though we're only 7, we have great power..." He recalled as the clouds rolled by.
"He said sometimes we act older than we're supposed to." Sighing, he closed his eyes.
"I wonder what Bakura is doing?"
He almost drifted off, until something jerked him up and dragged him.into the air? Opening his eyes, he noticed he was more than 6 feet above ground. The ground shifted below them as they jumped across branches.
"Ahh!!" He gripped whatever there was to hold.
"Bakura! What's going on?" Ryou asked as soon as he realized his kidnapper.
"Hey, you got new clothes and-how did you get that?!" A beautiful dagger was held in Bakura's belt, shimmering when the sunlight hit it.
"Borrowed," He grunted, shifting Ryou's position to bridal style. The angry yells below signified otherwise.
"You didn't borrow it, you stole it!" He exclaimed.
"Steal, borrow, same thing."
They finally landed and Bakura rushed up to the top of a hill. He let Ryou down before taking a well-needed rest. Sifting through the contents of the bag, he produced an apple and handed it to Ryou. They sat in an uncomfortable silence, munching on some fruit Bakura stole.
"Hey, Bakura, what do you need that dagger for?" Ryou inquired. The thief's eyes hardened and flashed and the fur on his tail rose.
"Revenge." He snarled, annoyance etched in his voice. There was a short pause, and Ryou cracked up laughing.
"What's funny?" He pouted, folding his ears back. Ryou laughed harder.
"I'm sorry, it's-it's your tail! It's all big and puffed up-it's funny!" He exclaimed, rolling around and still laughing. Bakura pouted more and folded his arms.
"Can't help it."
"It's not bad or anything, I'm sorr-" He never got to apologize, as Bakura suddenly leapt on him and started tickling his stomach.
"Ryou says give up?"
"I give up!" He squeaked, and Bakura got off. Ryou sighed out of relief and sat in front of his friend.
"Bakura, are there others like you?" He contently asked, catching the boy by surprise.
"I think I can answer that."
Bakura gasped and reached for Ryou, only to swipe the air. With his hair standing on end, he shot up and snarled at the white haired monster that had Ryou in his hold.
"Now, now, dear cousin. Is that any way to greet family?" He smoothly replied, looking down at the small boy.
"Pegasus...!" He seethed, gripping the dagger in his hand. Utter fury raged in his eyes as he glared at the older man.
"Bakura!" Ryou softly called with fear. Pegasus looked down, slightly amused.
"'Bakura'? It gave you a name? Isn't that cute. Tsk, tsk, cousin. It's a shame you have to lose your toy. You're not allowed to have anything, remember?" He wrapped his tail around Ryou's waist, and stroked his cheek with his claw, cutting into the flesh. Blood sprung up and Pegasus licked the wound. His captive whimpered in pain, shutting his eyes.
"But you know, I could always use another toy." He smiled mischievously as he watched Bakura fume.
Cursing Pegasus in his native language, he lunged with dagger in hand. His cousin disappeared and reappeared behind him.
"Oh, feisty, aren't we? Well, I have things to do cousin, so if you don't mind," He threw Ryou into the enraged boy and evaporated into the air.
Bakura quickly sheathed his dagger, carefully rolling Ryou off him. He inspected the cut and mentally sighed when he realized it wasn't deep. He wiped the blood off with his sleeve.
"Ryou!" Bakura urged, gripping the unconscious boy's shoulders. Ryou opened his eyes, and focused on Bakura.
"Bakura!" He immediately gripped onto the boy, hiding his face in Bakura's shirt. He held onto Ryou, gathered their belongings, and sped off for home.
When the angel's bell sang it's sweet song, it marked the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
But it also marked the beginning of an incredibly dangerous adventure.
A/N: How was it?
Bakura: That was sappy, but I'm not complaining. You made me into a demon! *insane laugh*
A/N: -_-;; Please R&R. Don't be afraid to give any ideas!
Bakura: *Insane laugh*