A/N: Woot! New chapter! *does happy dance* I have been so busy this week, it's not even funny! But, I'd been working on some ideas in my spare time, and I finally put it all together. ^_^ Hopefully I'll be able to get a lot of work done on some of my other fics, and this one, during Thanksgiving break.

The Love of an Angel

Chapter 2

Bakura woke from his sound sleep suddenly to the sound of thunder ripping across the sky. He rolled his eyes, knowing it would be almost impossible to sleep with that noise going on. /At least I got back before the storm started………/ he thought to himself, and was about to roll back over to try and sleep when he heard a soft whimper from somewhere in the darkened room.

Frowning, Bakura snapped a finger so that one of the torches in the room burst to life. The shadowed figure of Ryou huddled under the blanket met Bakura's gaze. The angel was obviously frightened, his wide green eyes darting around the room and his entire body shaking as he pulled the thin blanket around himself.

Thunder rumbled in an ear-splitting crash once again, and Ryou put his hands over his ears as he shut his eyes tightly. The angel curled up on the bed, still shaking from fright. Bakura scratched his head. He had never seen anyone so frightened of thunder.

The demon sighed, then pulled himself up and walked over to the frightened angel. "Look, it's just thunder. It's not like it can hurt you." Ryou didn't seem to hear him, or even acknowledge his presence. It was then that Bakura saw the angel's hands over his own ears.

/Ah…/

Bakura reached down and took Ryou's hands in his own, not quite expecting that Ryou would latch on to them so tightly. Wide green eyes stared back at Bakura in fear.

"It's just thunder. It's not going to hurt you," Bakura repeated flatly. Ryou bit his lip, and looked down.

"I-I don't like that noise. It reminds m-me of…" Ryou stopped for a moment, swallowing hard, then shakily whispered, "Him…"

Bakura just blinked. "What?"

"The thunder, it reminds me of him…" As Bakura continued to stare blankly, Ryou went on, "The one with the dark eyes and the black crown," Ryou shuddered involuntarily, "and his aura always felt like… some kind of poison. Like a serpent or a snake."

/The Demon Lord. I should have guessed/ Bakura thought to himself. However vague the description, one would always find some reference to a venomous reptile when recalling memories of the Demon Lord. His son was quite the same.

"And…" Ryou's voice brought Bakura back into the present, "and, there was thunder when they took me away from the White Land." The angel's voice broke, and he fell silent.

It was then that Bakura noticed something strange on Ryou's face. It looked like water coming out of his eyes. Frowning, Bakura reached out in curiosity to touch the crystalline droplets. Ryou froze as he felt Bakura's rough fingers caress his cheek gently, then slowly pull away. Bakura inspected the clear drops on the tips of his fingers, the sight of them seeming familiar but the name of them eluding him.

Thunder suddenly ripped across the sky once again, and Ryou instinctively tried to get to where he felt safest, which happened to be in Bakura's arms. The demon was surprised, to say the least, especially at the warm, comfortable feeling that emerged somewhere in the back of his mind as the shaking angel clung to him. It felt rather nice, and Bakura was still very tired and in need of sleep. He began to think that lying down next to Ryou for the night wouldn't be such a bad idea. It didn't seem like the angel was going to object…

/What in the name of the nine hells are you doing, you idiot?!?/ a voice screamed at him. Bakura thought for a moment, realizing that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. The voice shouted at him once again to push Ryou away.

/You can't let anyone in! You know what happened the last time. You're invincible if everything is kept outside and far away, but if you let something or someone in, then all that goes out the window!/

/You know what?/ Bakura said tiredly to the voice.

/What?/

/Shut up./

Bakura had always been disgusted at the close proximity of anything else that breathed, but now the only thing he could find to be disgusted with was the fact that he was enjoying it. But, the more dominant voice at the moment was the one that favored Ryou's closeness, and all the logic that Bakura had come up with about keeping others away had crumbled into a pile of gibberish.

Ryou woke up gradually to the sound of slow, even breathing beside him. He found himself nestled against something warm, and looked up to see that it was a young man with wild white hair. All of the memories came back in a sudden rush, and Ryou nearly bolted into a sitting position. The only problem was, there was a pair of strong arms and a pair of black wings wrapped around him.

The angel allowed a small smile to creep on to his face. It had been a long time since he had felt safe, and that was the feeling he got from being in this demon's arms. It was only then that Ryou realized that he didn't even know the demon's name. Making a mental note to ask him later, the angel looked around. No light came into the cave from outside, so it was impossible to tell if it was night or day.

Ryou almost jumped out of his skin when the demon suddenly moved beside him. Murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep, dark blood eyes opened slowly to meet Ryou's lighter ones. The demon looked at the angel blankly for a moment, then suddenly jumped away so quickly that he almost fell right off the bed they were in.

Unused to the sudden cold in the demon's absence, Ryou pulled the blanket tighter around himself. He watched the demon look around the cave as if he expected someone else to be there watching them.

"Um…" Ryou started timidly, then said, "Are you… okay?" The demon looked back at Ryou with an unreadable expression.

"I'm fine," he muttered in a low voice as he stalked towards the entrance of the cave. "Just fine."

"Ah, excuse me…" The demon turned once again to look back at the angel, this time looking a bit annoyed. "Could you, um…" Ryou faltered for a moment, then went on, "Could you… tell me your name?"

The demon just stared. Ryou was beginning to think that he'd done something wrong when the demon finally replied.

"Bakura," he said in a flat voice. "It's Bakura." Ryou allowed himself a smile as he watched Bakura disappear from the cave.

A/N: Heh, some of that was just pointless fluff stuff. Oh, well, hopefully more will happen in the next chapter, but I'm pleased with how this one came out anyways. Please review!