For Love of a Demon Authoress: Ryou and Bakura's Princess (a.k.a. Aisling Kaiba)
Aisling: Okay, here's part 3 of this.
Yami: Is this the last one you're putting up?
Aisling: For now, until I have part 4 written.
Yami: Dear Ra, save us. (A/N: I have nothing against Yami, I just love to mess with him.It's too fun.)
Ryou: Be nice to her.
Aisling: Yeah, be nice to me. (Sticks my tongue out at Yami) Oh, and arigato to woodelf for being my beta on this fic. (Glomps Woodelf) Would someone do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: (Nods) Aisling doesn't own ygo, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Thank you, Ryou-chan! (Huggles him) Now, on with the fic!
Chapter 3: Angel And Demon Meet For The First Time
Ryou reached his house just as it started to rain. He dug his key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. He entered the house quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him, and headed for the kitchen.
Ryou put his bag down next to the table and took off his jacket, drapping it over the back of one of the chairs. He took a soda from the 'fridge, opened it, and stared out the window at the falling rain that pelted the glass.
Unbeknownst to Ryou, the stranger who had been following him now stood outside his front door. He tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked. This didn't really surprise him, but it wasn't going to stop him, either. He smirked and used his magic to gain entry. He heard the satisfying click of a lock a few moments later, and slipped silently inside, shutting and locking the door behind him again. Nothing would be allowed to interrupt his moment with the beautiful but enigmatic white-haired tenshi who he had followed here to this place.
He sensed the little one just down the hall and smirked to himself. He willed himself to blend with the shadows and silently drifted deeper into the house, not wanting to reveal himself just yet. It was a simple task to accomplish, seeing as the mortal boy who could have easily passed as the vampire's twin was apparently the only one in the house right at that moment.
He finally found Ryou standing in the kitchen with his back to the doorway. He was drinking a sprite (A/N: Don't own sprite) and staring out the window at the falling rain that pelted the glass, seeming to be almost hypnotized by it.
Something about the gentle boy's spirit called out to him, something that he couldn't quite explain. He ducked back into the shadows quickly as Ryou walked past him, unaware of the danger that he was in. He watched as Ryou made his way upstairs, trailing stealthily after the boy.
He followed Ryou up the stairs and down the hall. He paused in the doorway of Ryou's bedroom, watching as the boy moved around the room, putting various items into a small duffel bag on his bed. It was obvious that Ryou had plans to go somewhere. Too bad that the vampire had other ideas at the moment.
Just then, Ryou turned around, and his brown eyes widened when he finally noticed the other standing there in his doorway, shock and fear clearly evident in those chocolate depths. His heart raced as he took a step back, never once taking his eyes off of the vampire.
"W-who are you? What do you want?" Ryou stammered fearfully.
The vampire didn't answer, but instead advanced closer to him. Ryou gasped in shock as the other stepped into the dimly-lit room. The resemblance between the two of them was uncanny. He had the same pale features, white hair, and dark chocolate-brown eyes, though his were colder than Ryou's, and lacked the innocence that shone clearly in the younger one's brown depths.
This also caught the other off guard, though he concealed his shock behind an arrogant smirk. Ryou continued to back away from him until he was up against the wall, watching in fear as the intruder followed him, stopping only a few inches away from Ryou.
"Stay away from me," Ryou whimpered.
But the vampire ignored him, taking the little one by the arm a little roughly, and pulling him closer. He wrapped his other arm around Ryou, holding him tightly, almost possessively, against his own cold form so that he could not escape. Ryou started to struggle wildly, trying desperately to pull himself free from the other's grip, but it was no use. He was far too strong.
"Settle down! It's pointless for you to struggle. None have ever escaped me, and neither will you. But if you should feel the need to cry out, my name is Bakura," the vampire hissed.
But Ryou did not fall still. If anything, he struggled more, thrashing desperately in Bakura's arms. Soft whimpering noises came from Ryou, and frightened tears filled his big, brown doe eyes, leaving silvery trails in their wake as they slid down the fragile tenshi's pale cheeks. Bakura flicked his tongue out, managing to catch a few of the salty tears before Ryou let his head fall to rest on the fiend's shoulder, trembling violently as he cried his heart out in Bakura's arms.
Angry with himself for feeling a sudden obligation to try and calm Ryou, he massaged his back lightly, projecting soothing thoughts to Ryou as he gently pressed his lips first to the young one's snowy hair, then down his neck to the base of his throat.
Shh, it's okay, little one. Don't be frightened. You're safe, nothing is wrong. Please don't cry.
But even this seemed to have no effect on Ryou. His fear remained, rising higher within him with each passing moment. He shook his head, and, unable to resist the sudden urge any longer, looked up into the nearly identical crimson-tinted brown eyes of his captor. Bakura met Ryou's gaze, his eyes showing no emotion as he took in his captive's gentle features.
"Please, onegai, let me go," Ryou whimpered fearfully, still trying in vain to break free from Bakura's grip.
Still keeping his arm wrapped tightly around the younger one's waist, Bakura let go of his hold on Ryou's arm. He ran his hand lightly down the angel's cheek, eliciting a shudder and a whimper from Ryou. He continued to gaze into Ryou's fear-filled, mocha-colored eyes, tightening his grip on the little one as Ryou placed his hands on Bakura's chest, trying to shove the much stronger fiend away from him, but to no avail.
"Please, don't hurt me. Let me go," Ryou pleaded, his voice so soft that, in his terrified state, it made him uncertain that he'd even spoken at all.
But, whatever the case was, he was ignored. His eyes widened and he gasped as Bakura pressed his lips to Ryou's, gently at first, but then Bakura deepened the kiss, lightly biting Ryou's lower lip, drawing blood. He lapped gently at the wounds, before exploring the younger one's mouth.
He pulled back a few moments later, still keeping his hold on Ryou as he began trailing light kisses down Ryou's neck. Ryou yelped in pain as Bakura nipped at his throat, his sharp, elongated fangs piercing the delicate flesh.
He's beautiful, Bakura thought to himself, as he stared down at the angel trying to free himself from Bakura's grip. Beautiful, like an angel.
This seemed to make up Bakura's mind, and he lifted Ryou into his arms bridal-style, one arm behind Ryou's back and the other under his knees. Ryou cried out in shock and fear and struggled desperately, but Bakura was not about to let go of his little snowy-haired treasure. He tightened his grip on Ryou even more and moved over to the window. Ryou's brown eyes went very wide as he glanced up at the fiend who held him, falling still for just a brief moment.
"W-what are you doing?! Please, put me down! I don't want to go with you!" Ryou yelped.
Bakura only smirked at him when he said this, the look coming off as almost patronizing, really. Ryou shuddered. He didn't like the look that the demon was giving him...period. It didn't bode well at all.
"You honestly believe that I'm giving you the choice, little one? I suggest you stop struggling and enjoy the view," Bakura smirked, stepping up onto the window ledge.
"I'm not going to willingly let myself be enslaved, either!" Ryou snapped, becoming just a little bit bold now.
Bakura laughed, a spark of fondness shining through his otherwise lifeless eyes. "Ha! For a mortal, you've sure got some spunk, chibi tenshi. I like that. Now, hold on tight to me, I wouldn't want you to fall to your splatty doom. Besides, you're much too pretty to be splattered all over the ground. Not that I'd let that happen, of course," he said, almost cheerfully.
Ryou almost seemed to pout at that, his eyes narrowing angrily at the demon. He was still frightened half to death, but his practically non-existent temper had begun to overshadow his fear as the adrenaline rushed through him almost wildly now.
"Go to Hell," Ryou muttered irritably, but he reluctantly wrapped his arms around the demon's neck anyway.
"Been there, it's nice this time of year. But the devil kicked me out, he was afraid I'd take over," Bakura joked, for some strange reason that not even he could explain wanting only to put the angel in his arms at ease.
Ryou gasped in shock when he saw a pair of leathery, demonic-looking, ebony-black wings appear on the other's back. The realization of what was happening truly hit him, and he was about to try to get out of his captor's arms again when Bakura tightened his hold on Ryou a little more and jumped out of the second-floor window, his dark wings flaring out behind him gracefully.
Ryou yelped in fear as Bakura leapt out of the window, the demonic wings of the vampire the only thing keeping them up in the air. Ryou whimpered and hid his face in Bakura's chest, and squeezed his eyes shut tightly,refusing to look down. Ryou hated heights with a royal passion. Bakura took notice of this and chuckled softly. One would think that the two were merely old friends, or perhaps even lovers, if the situation had not been quite so bizzarre.
"Relax, little one. You're safe with me. I will let nothing happen to you. Sleep now," Bakura said.
Ryou was about to protest, but it fell short as a wave of drowsiness swept over him. He tried to fight against it, but a few moments later, he was lulled into a dreamless slumber, his head resting against Bakura's shoulder. Bakura smiled down at Ryou and kissed the angel gently on the forehead. Then he flew off towards his cliff-side fortress, his white-haired treasure tucked safely in his embrace.
To Be Continued....this is the longest part of this I've written so far. Part 4 might be a little longer in coming, but I'll try to get it up as soon as I can. In the meantime, here's some R/B fluff in this chapter. It took me forever to type this. My wrists are killing me now, and it's like after 5 in the morning, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Oh, before I go, though, one more question. Does anyone want me to bring Ryou's sister Amane into this, because I have a couple ideas with that, and I need a suggestion for who should be the evil one...Pegasus, Shaadi, or Anubis? (from the new movie). the other option would be bandit keith as the bad guy, but I don't really want to even bring him into it, because I cannot stand him at all. But at any rate, R&R please, and don't flame me. I'm gonna go now, because I'm exhausted. Ja ne, minna-san!
Ryou and Bakura's Princess
Aisling: Okay, here's part 3 of this.
Yami: Is this the last one you're putting up?
Aisling: For now, until I have part 4 written.
Yami: Dear Ra, save us. (A/N: I have nothing against Yami, I just love to mess with him.It's too fun.)
Ryou: Be nice to her.
Aisling: Yeah, be nice to me. (Sticks my tongue out at Yami) Oh, and arigato to woodelf for being my beta on this fic. (Glomps Woodelf) Would someone do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: (Nods) Aisling doesn't own ygo, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Thank you, Ryou-chan! (Huggles him) Now, on with the fic!
Chapter 3: Angel And Demon Meet For The First Time
Ryou reached his house just as it started to rain. He dug his key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. He entered the house quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him, and headed for the kitchen.
Ryou put his bag down next to the table and took off his jacket, drapping it over the back of one of the chairs. He took a soda from the 'fridge, opened it, and stared out the window at the falling rain that pelted the glass.
Unbeknownst to Ryou, the stranger who had been following him now stood outside his front door. He tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked. This didn't really surprise him, but it wasn't going to stop him, either. He smirked and used his magic to gain entry. He heard the satisfying click of a lock a few moments later, and slipped silently inside, shutting and locking the door behind him again. Nothing would be allowed to interrupt his moment with the beautiful but enigmatic white-haired tenshi who he had followed here to this place.
He sensed the little one just down the hall and smirked to himself. He willed himself to blend with the shadows and silently drifted deeper into the house, not wanting to reveal himself just yet. It was a simple task to accomplish, seeing as the mortal boy who could have easily passed as the vampire's twin was apparently the only one in the house right at that moment.
He finally found Ryou standing in the kitchen with his back to the doorway. He was drinking a sprite (A/N: Don't own sprite) and staring out the window at the falling rain that pelted the glass, seeming to be almost hypnotized by it.
Something about the gentle boy's spirit called out to him, something that he couldn't quite explain. He ducked back into the shadows quickly as Ryou walked past him, unaware of the danger that he was in. He watched as Ryou made his way upstairs, trailing stealthily after the boy.
He followed Ryou up the stairs and down the hall. He paused in the doorway of Ryou's bedroom, watching as the boy moved around the room, putting various items into a small duffel bag on his bed. It was obvious that Ryou had plans to go somewhere. Too bad that the vampire had other ideas at the moment.
Just then, Ryou turned around, and his brown eyes widened when he finally noticed the other standing there in his doorway, shock and fear clearly evident in those chocolate depths. His heart raced as he took a step back, never once taking his eyes off of the vampire.
"W-who are you? What do you want?" Ryou stammered fearfully.
The vampire didn't answer, but instead advanced closer to him. Ryou gasped in shock as the other stepped into the dimly-lit room. The resemblance between the two of them was uncanny. He had the same pale features, white hair, and dark chocolate-brown eyes, though his were colder than Ryou's, and lacked the innocence that shone clearly in the younger one's brown depths.
This also caught the other off guard, though he concealed his shock behind an arrogant smirk. Ryou continued to back away from him until he was up against the wall, watching in fear as the intruder followed him, stopping only a few inches away from Ryou.
"Stay away from me," Ryou whimpered.
But the vampire ignored him, taking the little one by the arm a little roughly, and pulling him closer. He wrapped his other arm around Ryou, holding him tightly, almost possessively, against his own cold form so that he could not escape. Ryou started to struggle wildly, trying desperately to pull himself free from the other's grip, but it was no use. He was far too strong.
"Settle down! It's pointless for you to struggle. None have ever escaped me, and neither will you. But if you should feel the need to cry out, my name is Bakura," the vampire hissed.
But Ryou did not fall still. If anything, he struggled more, thrashing desperately in Bakura's arms. Soft whimpering noises came from Ryou, and frightened tears filled his big, brown doe eyes, leaving silvery trails in their wake as they slid down the fragile tenshi's pale cheeks. Bakura flicked his tongue out, managing to catch a few of the salty tears before Ryou let his head fall to rest on the fiend's shoulder, trembling violently as he cried his heart out in Bakura's arms.
Angry with himself for feeling a sudden obligation to try and calm Ryou, he massaged his back lightly, projecting soothing thoughts to Ryou as he gently pressed his lips first to the young one's snowy hair, then down his neck to the base of his throat.
Shh, it's okay, little one. Don't be frightened. You're safe, nothing is wrong. Please don't cry.
But even this seemed to have no effect on Ryou. His fear remained, rising higher within him with each passing moment. He shook his head, and, unable to resist the sudden urge any longer, looked up into the nearly identical crimson-tinted brown eyes of his captor. Bakura met Ryou's gaze, his eyes showing no emotion as he took in his captive's gentle features.
"Please, onegai, let me go," Ryou whimpered fearfully, still trying in vain to break free from Bakura's grip.
Still keeping his arm wrapped tightly around the younger one's waist, Bakura let go of his hold on Ryou's arm. He ran his hand lightly down the angel's cheek, eliciting a shudder and a whimper from Ryou. He continued to gaze into Ryou's fear-filled, mocha-colored eyes, tightening his grip on the little one as Ryou placed his hands on Bakura's chest, trying to shove the much stronger fiend away from him, but to no avail.
"Please, don't hurt me. Let me go," Ryou pleaded, his voice so soft that, in his terrified state, it made him uncertain that he'd even spoken at all.
But, whatever the case was, he was ignored. His eyes widened and he gasped as Bakura pressed his lips to Ryou's, gently at first, but then Bakura deepened the kiss, lightly biting Ryou's lower lip, drawing blood. He lapped gently at the wounds, before exploring the younger one's mouth.
He pulled back a few moments later, still keeping his hold on Ryou as he began trailing light kisses down Ryou's neck. Ryou yelped in pain as Bakura nipped at his throat, his sharp, elongated fangs piercing the delicate flesh.
He's beautiful, Bakura thought to himself, as he stared down at the angel trying to free himself from Bakura's grip. Beautiful, like an angel.
This seemed to make up Bakura's mind, and he lifted Ryou into his arms bridal-style, one arm behind Ryou's back and the other under his knees. Ryou cried out in shock and fear and struggled desperately, but Bakura was not about to let go of his little snowy-haired treasure. He tightened his grip on Ryou even more and moved over to the window. Ryou's brown eyes went very wide as he glanced up at the fiend who held him, falling still for just a brief moment.
"W-what are you doing?! Please, put me down! I don't want to go with you!" Ryou yelped.
Bakura only smirked at him when he said this, the look coming off as almost patronizing, really. Ryou shuddered. He didn't like the look that the demon was giving him...period. It didn't bode well at all.
"You honestly believe that I'm giving you the choice, little one? I suggest you stop struggling and enjoy the view," Bakura smirked, stepping up onto the window ledge.
"I'm not going to willingly let myself be enslaved, either!" Ryou snapped, becoming just a little bit bold now.
Bakura laughed, a spark of fondness shining through his otherwise lifeless eyes. "Ha! For a mortal, you've sure got some spunk, chibi tenshi. I like that. Now, hold on tight to me, I wouldn't want you to fall to your splatty doom. Besides, you're much too pretty to be splattered all over the ground. Not that I'd let that happen, of course," he said, almost cheerfully.
Ryou almost seemed to pout at that, his eyes narrowing angrily at the demon. He was still frightened half to death, but his practically non-existent temper had begun to overshadow his fear as the adrenaline rushed through him almost wildly now.
"Go to Hell," Ryou muttered irritably, but he reluctantly wrapped his arms around the demon's neck anyway.
"Been there, it's nice this time of year. But the devil kicked me out, he was afraid I'd take over," Bakura joked, for some strange reason that not even he could explain wanting only to put the angel in his arms at ease.
Ryou gasped in shock when he saw a pair of leathery, demonic-looking, ebony-black wings appear on the other's back. The realization of what was happening truly hit him, and he was about to try to get out of his captor's arms again when Bakura tightened his hold on Ryou a little more and jumped out of the second-floor window, his dark wings flaring out behind him gracefully.
Ryou yelped in fear as Bakura leapt out of the window, the demonic wings of the vampire the only thing keeping them up in the air. Ryou whimpered and hid his face in Bakura's chest, and squeezed his eyes shut tightly,refusing to look down. Ryou hated heights with a royal passion. Bakura took notice of this and chuckled softly. One would think that the two were merely old friends, or perhaps even lovers, if the situation had not been quite so bizzarre.
"Relax, little one. You're safe with me. I will let nothing happen to you. Sleep now," Bakura said.
Ryou was about to protest, but it fell short as a wave of drowsiness swept over him. He tried to fight against it, but a few moments later, he was lulled into a dreamless slumber, his head resting against Bakura's shoulder. Bakura smiled down at Ryou and kissed the angel gently on the forehead. Then he flew off towards his cliff-side fortress, his white-haired treasure tucked safely in his embrace.
To Be Continued....this is the longest part of this I've written so far. Part 4 might be a little longer in coming, but I'll try to get it up as soon as I can. In the meantime, here's some R/B fluff in this chapter. It took me forever to type this. My wrists are killing me now, and it's like after 5 in the morning, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Oh, before I go, though, one more question. Does anyone want me to bring Ryou's sister Amane into this, because I have a couple ideas with that, and I need a suggestion for who should be the evil one...Pegasus, Shaadi, or Anubis? (from the new movie). the other option would be bandit keith as the bad guy, but I don't really want to even bring him into it, because I cannot stand him at all. But at any rate, R&R please, and don't flame me. I'm gonna go now, because I'm exhausted. Ja ne, minna-san!
Ryou and Bakura's Princess