God Sent Me an Angel Chapter 5
A Boy In The Rain
Bakura held the door open for Grace. He was such a kind gentleman, one that was so hard to find in the world today. Grace wasn't quite used to getting treated so kindly, sure Malik had been kind and sweet, but there was something special about Bakura. Every other guy Grace had met were only interested in something physical then something emotional. They were more interested in getting sex every night, then building a relationship that would last for a life time. Bakura gently pressed his hand on Grace's back, softly nudging her into the classroom. She smiled and slowly stepped in, she didn't really want to go inside, she had only wanted to walk and be with Bakura.
He stepped in behind her, letting the door close quietly. "Ah, Master Bakura and Mistress Grace," Mr. O'Connell said turning towards them. His words echoed in Grace's ears, the way he said her name didn't settle too well with her. "Glad you two could make it to class...on such a late note."
Grace smiled, "Just be glad we actually made it, Sir."
A soft laugh traveled through the class, but Mr. O'Connell didn't seem too pleased. "Now, now my dear child," he said, taking hold of Grace's forearm and pulling her towards his desk. "I will not be so tolerant as I was yesterday. Understand?"
"I didn't find you tolerant at all yesterday," Grace said, trying not to smile.
"Take your seat," he muttered, rudely shoving her towards the back of the room. Grace laughed softly to herself. The only fun part of school was irritating the teachers. Bakura was already sitting in the back row, avoiding anymore trouble. He was such a good student, always getting to class on time, always quiet, and polite to the teachers. But even through that, it wasn't hard to see that there was a different side of him, a complete opposite side of the Bakura that Grace had only begun to get to know. This side was deeper and darker, reckless and angry at the world. Grace grinned, that was a side that she wouldn't mind getting to know better.
Grace sat down in her seat, Mr. O'Connell had already began to ramble about some historical thing that happened years and years ago. She slowly shifted her fingers through the desk she sat at, hoping that something of interest would be hidden inside. She pulled out a few small scraps of papers and quickly scanned over the words etched on them...love letters. 'It is only you that I dream about, every night I rest my head down to sleep, and every night I see your face,' Grace rolled her eyes as she read through some of them. They sounded so dramatic and love sick, like something you would hear in a romance movie. She folded them into cute little origami animals before placing them back inside the desk, and continued to search for more time consuming objects. Grace eventually found a blue pen jammed between books and papers and began to aimlessly scribble on the palm of her hand. Her mind began to wonder through the confusing thoughts that were resting on her mind: Ra.
It looked so familiar, like she had seen it many times before. She had heard of it once in school, when she was studying Ancient Egypt, it was something important, a god or something like that. But school was the only time she could remember ever thinking about it, yet it seemed like she had heard about it long before that. Her heart began to burn, there was something terribly important about Ra, something she had not meant to have forgotten. And then the dream, the room, the chains, it too had seemed to be familiar. It had happened to her before. She had once been chained to the cold wall, unable to move. She was frightened and could only think of a way to escape. She had been walking home from somewhere, somewhere her parents had forced her to go. It was raining hard and the clouds above her head were a dark gray. A thick fog rested on the horizon. The roads were empty and quiet, no one was out that night. Her hair was matted down on against her skin and her clothes were sopping wet. A loud shrieking roar of thunder cracked down the silence. She suddenly began to run, her feet splashed through the puddles that lined the side of the road. It had felt good to run.
"Wait," a kind, soothing voice broke through the rain. Grace stopped quickly. She stood a few feet in front of a man, clothed in dark robes. "Would you be so kind as to help me?" he said, his voice slowly began to draw Grace in. "It'll only take a moment."
She slowly stepped forward without speaking. "Who are you?"
Grace was unexpectedly shaken, "Hey, you'd best wake up before Mr. O'Connell finds out that you were sleeping through his class," her waker said softly. Grace slowly raised her head from the desk, Bakura had his hand on her shoulder. She sighed, just another dream. "Ra?"
Grace stared at him, confusion in her eyes. "What are you talking about?" she asked, unsure of what he meant. Bakura gently took hold of her hand that lay palm up on the desk. He ran his thumb along the repeating 'Ra' traced all over her hand in blue ink. Grace quickly closed her hand over his finger, grasping it tightly. Her heart began to pound heavily and she was overcome with a strange feeling. She closed her eyes painfully and turned her head away.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asked and carefully touched his free hand to Grace's cheek. He slowly guided her face back in his direction. "What's wrong?" he asked, tenderly caressing the side of her face.
Grace's eyes suddenly snapped open, they glowed fiercely as she glared at Bakura. "I have to go," she said to softly to be heard.
"What?"
She released his hand and quickly rose to her feet. "I must leave now," she spoke still softly, but this time Bakura heard her. She brushed by him, lightly tracing her fingers across his chest as she left. He stood for a moment, completely still like in a trance, watching her push her way out of the classroom.
"Good-bye," he whispered softly as she left him in her wake. Grace fiercely pushed past the hoards of students. Her chest burned deep inside and her heart pounded out quick, heavy beats. She had to get out, she had to escape. She ran down the stairs and through the kissing couples and fighting mobs. Her throat and lungs were tight. She gasped for air as she rounded the corner. Her head felt awfully light and tunnel vision began to close in her world, but she continued to run. She had to get away, get some fresh air. Her mind raced along with her feet.
'That boy, that boy,' she thought as she squeezed through a group of gossiping girls. 'I know that boy. He's here, he's alive, he's real.'
"Didn't thing I was gonna let you escape without a decent good-bye, did ya?" Her thoughts were scrabbled by a calm, asking voice. She was grabbed by the elbow and pulled away from the center of the hall. She spun around quickly, her eyes met his.
"Malik," she said, her voice was shaking and soft.
"What's wrong?" he asked with all concern. Grace's face was pale and she looked weak and sick. Her body quavered like she was going to collapse any moment. Malik wrapped his supportive arms around her, holding upright. "Grace what's wrong?" he repeated. Her eyes wondered away from his and her body was slowly becoming limp in his arms. He shook her gently, trying to break the trance. "Grace?"
"I'm alright," she responded suddenly after a moment of dead silence. "I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Malik asked, his eyes were full of worry.
"I have to go." He stared at Grace for a while, he knew that there was something wrong, he could sense it. She smiled sweetly and gently gave him a reassuring caress on the cheek. She could tell that he didn't believe that she was all right, but she couldn't believe it either. The words had just found their way to her tongue, she didn't trust them anymore then Malik did. Malik suddenly pulled her close without warning, he held her tightly in his arms. He had been longing to hold her, to feel her body pressed against his. Grace enclosed her arms around him, it felt good to be in someone's caring arms again. His forehead rested against hers, his warm breath tickled down her neck. She smiled, she wasn't worried any longer, wasn't worried about the dreams.
Their lips gradually found each other, they had both been waiting patiently for the second kiss ever since the first one had ended. Grace was filled with a loving passion that she had only experienced with Malik, a passion so caring and unconditional. Grace's hands crawled up his back and entangled themselves in his soft, blond hair. Malik worked his tongue into her mouth, running it up the roof of her mouth. 'Two kisses, one day, with one amazing girl I just met,' he thought, basking in her perfect glory. 'I'm a lucky man.' His hands cautiously snaked underneath her shirt and wandered up her back. He wasn't sure how far Grace would allow his hands to venture so he moved them slowly, the last thing he wanted to do was upset or disrespect her. Her skin was smooth and soft like velvet. The warmth of her skin sent a chill up Malik's spine. His hands continued upward, rubbing up her back, now a little faster then before. The beating of his heart quickened, the kiss was becoming more and more intense.
Grace pulled away quickly and abruptly. Her heart was burning deep inside, and she knew that she couldn't let it go too far. She pulled her hands out of his hair and gently touched Malik's arms, slowly pushing them back down to where they belonged. He had journeyed too far. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. She couldn't look him in the eyes. She had to go. "I'm sorry," Malik whispered softly, he had a feeling that the kissing had stopped because of him.
Grace didn't reply, she didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault that she had decided to stop or was it, she didn't know. Her head was feeling light again and she wanted only to go home. Malik tenderly caressed her face, he was dying for her to say something, anything. He didn't want her to leave him in silence. Grace trembled, she felt cold inside. "I have to go," she said softly. Malik nodded slightly, he wasn't going to stop her this time. "I have to go home," she repeated, not for his sake, but for hers.
"Okay," Malik said, his voice was sad, he didn't want her to leave again. He would have asked to take her home, but he knew that she would refuse. He would just be wasting her time.
He pulled her back into his arms, holding her there for a only a moment. "Good-bye," she whispered into his ear.
"Bye baby," he said, stealing one last kiss before she departed. Grace walked slowly, her legs were weak, but she was determined. The faint feeling would pass once she was safe at home. She was oblivious to the world around her as she struggled to remain standing. That dream, that boy, that rainy night, they had drained the energy from her. The past wasn't meant to be dug up, not now, not ever.
************************************************************************ Author's note: So sorry that this part didn't come any sooner, I had like half of it done for so long but couldn't think of anything to finish it with. I hope you guys liked it, and hopefully it won't take me to long to update it again, no promises though. Oh and I never got the chance to reread through any of this, so if it doesn't flow or whatever my apologies. ************************************************************************
A Boy In The Rain
Bakura held the door open for Grace. He was such a kind gentleman, one that was so hard to find in the world today. Grace wasn't quite used to getting treated so kindly, sure Malik had been kind and sweet, but there was something special about Bakura. Every other guy Grace had met were only interested in something physical then something emotional. They were more interested in getting sex every night, then building a relationship that would last for a life time. Bakura gently pressed his hand on Grace's back, softly nudging her into the classroom. She smiled and slowly stepped in, she didn't really want to go inside, she had only wanted to walk and be with Bakura.
He stepped in behind her, letting the door close quietly. "Ah, Master Bakura and Mistress Grace," Mr. O'Connell said turning towards them. His words echoed in Grace's ears, the way he said her name didn't settle too well with her. "Glad you two could make it to class...on such a late note."
Grace smiled, "Just be glad we actually made it, Sir."
A soft laugh traveled through the class, but Mr. O'Connell didn't seem too pleased. "Now, now my dear child," he said, taking hold of Grace's forearm and pulling her towards his desk. "I will not be so tolerant as I was yesterday. Understand?"
"I didn't find you tolerant at all yesterday," Grace said, trying not to smile.
"Take your seat," he muttered, rudely shoving her towards the back of the room. Grace laughed softly to herself. The only fun part of school was irritating the teachers. Bakura was already sitting in the back row, avoiding anymore trouble. He was such a good student, always getting to class on time, always quiet, and polite to the teachers. But even through that, it wasn't hard to see that there was a different side of him, a complete opposite side of the Bakura that Grace had only begun to get to know. This side was deeper and darker, reckless and angry at the world. Grace grinned, that was a side that she wouldn't mind getting to know better.
Grace sat down in her seat, Mr. O'Connell had already began to ramble about some historical thing that happened years and years ago. She slowly shifted her fingers through the desk she sat at, hoping that something of interest would be hidden inside. She pulled out a few small scraps of papers and quickly scanned over the words etched on them...love letters. 'It is only you that I dream about, every night I rest my head down to sleep, and every night I see your face,' Grace rolled her eyes as she read through some of them. They sounded so dramatic and love sick, like something you would hear in a romance movie. She folded them into cute little origami animals before placing them back inside the desk, and continued to search for more time consuming objects. Grace eventually found a blue pen jammed between books and papers and began to aimlessly scribble on the palm of her hand. Her mind began to wonder through the confusing thoughts that were resting on her mind: Ra.
It looked so familiar, like she had seen it many times before. She had heard of it once in school, when she was studying Ancient Egypt, it was something important, a god or something like that. But school was the only time she could remember ever thinking about it, yet it seemed like she had heard about it long before that. Her heart began to burn, there was something terribly important about Ra, something she had not meant to have forgotten. And then the dream, the room, the chains, it too had seemed to be familiar. It had happened to her before. She had once been chained to the cold wall, unable to move. She was frightened and could only think of a way to escape. She had been walking home from somewhere, somewhere her parents had forced her to go. It was raining hard and the clouds above her head were a dark gray. A thick fog rested on the horizon. The roads were empty and quiet, no one was out that night. Her hair was matted down on against her skin and her clothes were sopping wet. A loud shrieking roar of thunder cracked down the silence. She suddenly began to run, her feet splashed through the puddles that lined the side of the road. It had felt good to run.
"Wait," a kind, soothing voice broke through the rain. Grace stopped quickly. She stood a few feet in front of a man, clothed in dark robes. "Would you be so kind as to help me?" he said, his voice slowly began to draw Grace in. "It'll only take a moment."
She slowly stepped forward without speaking. "Who are you?"
Grace was unexpectedly shaken, "Hey, you'd best wake up before Mr. O'Connell finds out that you were sleeping through his class," her waker said softly. Grace slowly raised her head from the desk, Bakura had his hand on her shoulder. She sighed, just another dream. "Ra?"
Grace stared at him, confusion in her eyes. "What are you talking about?" she asked, unsure of what he meant. Bakura gently took hold of her hand that lay palm up on the desk. He ran his thumb along the repeating 'Ra' traced all over her hand in blue ink. Grace quickly closed her hand over his finger, grasping it tightly. Her heart began to pound heavily and she was overcome with a strange feeling. She closed her eyes painfully and turned her head away.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asked and carefully touched his free hand to Grace's cheek. He slowly guided her face back in his direction. "What's wrong?" he asked, tenderly caressing the side of her face.
Grace's eyes suddenly snapped open, they glowed fiercely as she glared at Bakura. "I have to go," she said to softly to be heard.
"What?"
She released his hand and quickly rose to her feet. "I must leave now," she spoke still softly, but this time Bakura heard her. She brushed by him, lightly tracing her fingers across his chest as she left. He stood for a moment, completely still like in a trance, watching her push her way out of the classroom.
"Good-bye," he whispered softly as she left him in her wake. Grace fiercely pushed past the hoards of students. Her chest burned deep inside and her heart pounded out quick, heavy beats. She had to get out, she had to escape. She ran down the stairs and through the kissing couples and fighting mobs. Her throat and lungs were tight. She gasped for air as she rounded the corner. Her head felt awfully light and tunnel vision began to close in her world, but she continued to run. She had to get away, get some fresh air. Her mind raced along with her feet.
'That boy, that boy,' she thought as she squeezed through a group of gossiping girls. 'I know that boy. He's here, he's alive, he's real.'
"Didn't thing I was gonna let you escape without a decent good-bye, did ya?" Her thoughts were scrabbled by a calm, asking voice. She was grabbed by the elbow and pulled away from the center of the hall. She spun around quickly, her eyes met his.
"Malik," she said, her voice was shaking and soft.
"What's wrong?" he asked with all concern. Grace's face was pale and she looked weak and sick. Her body quavered like she was going to collapse any moment. Malik wrapped his supportive arms around her, holding upright. "Grace what's wrong?" he repeated. Her eyes wondered away from his and her body was slowly becoming limp in his arms. He shook her gently, trying to break the trance. "Grace?"
"I'm alright," she responded suddenly after a moment of dead silence. "I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Malik asked, his eyes were full of worry.
"I have to go." He stared at Grace for a while, he knew that there was something wrong, he could sense it. She smiled sweetly and gently gave him a reassuring caress on the cheek. She could tell that he didn't believe that she was all right, but she couldn't believe it either. The words had just found their way to her tongue, she didn't trust them anymore then Malik did. Malik suddenly pulled her close without warning, he held her tightly in his arms. He had been longing to hold her, to feel her body pressed against his. Grace enclosed her arms around him, it felt good to be in someone's caring arms again. His forehead rested against hers, his warm breath tickled down her neck. She smiled, she wasn't worried any longer, wasn't worried about the dreams.
Their lips gradually found each other, they had both been waiting patiently for the second kiss ever since the first one had ended. Grace was filled with a loving passion that she had only experienced with Malik, a passion so caring and unconditional. Grace's hands crawled up his back and entangled themselves in his soft, blond hair. Malik worked his tongue into her mouth, running it up the roof of her mouth. 'Two kisses, one day, with one amazing girl I just met,' he thought, basking in her perfect glory. 'I'm a lucky man.' His hands cautiously snaked underneath her shirt and wandered up her back. He wasn't sure how far Grace would allow his hands to venture so he moved them slowly, the last thing he wanted to do was upset or disrespect her. Her skin was smooth and soft like velvet. The warmth of her skin sent a chill up Malik's spine. His hands continued upward, rubbing up her back, now a little faster then before. The beating of his heart quickened, the kiss was becoming more and more intense.
Grace pulled away quickly and abruptly. Her heart was burning deep inside, and she knew that she couldn't let it go too far. She pulled her hands out of his hair and gently touched Malik's arms, slowly pushing them back down to where they belonged. He had journeyed too far. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. She couldn't look him in the eyes. She had to go. "I'm sorry," Malik whispered softly, he had a feeling that the kissing had stopped because of him.
Grace didn't reply, she didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault that she had decided to stop or was it, she didn't know. Her head was feeling light again and she wanted only to go home. Malik tenderly caressed her face, he was dying for her to say something, anything. He didn't want her to leave him in silence. Grace trembled, she felt cold inside. "I have to go," she said softly. Malik nodded slightly, he wasn't going to stop her this time. "I have to go home," she repeated, not for his sake, but for hers.
"Okay," Malik said, his voice was sad, he didn't want her to leave again. He would have asked to take her home, but he knew that she would refuse. He would just be wasting her time.
He pulled her back into his arms, holding her there for a only a moment. "Good-bye," she whispered into his ear.
"Bye baby," he said, stealing one last kiss before she departed. Grace walked slowly, her legs were weak, but she was determined. The faint feeling would pass once she was safe at home. She was oblivious to the world around her as she struggled to remain standing. That dream, that boy, that rainy night, they had drained the energy from her. The past wasn't meant to be dug up, not now, not ever.
************************************************************************ Author's note: So sorry that this part didn't come any sooner, I had like half of it done for so long but couldn't think of anything to finish it with. I hope you guys liked it, and hopefully it won't take me to long to update it again, no promises though. Oh and I never got the chance to reread through any of this, so if it doesn't flow or whatever my apologies. ************************************************************************