Angel Corrupted

Disclaimer: Now, for a change of pace, I'll have No One, my gay, angsty teen bishounen shall read the disclaimer!

No One: She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. She owns the psychiatrist dude and me. Thank you, goodbye. *runs off to snog his 300-year-old demon-like boyfriend*

A/N: Stuffs again… AU, possible OOC-ness (they did grow up differently, eh?), bloody stuffs, mild swearing…shounen-ai! Yami/Yugi for sure, maybe others and if so likely Bakura/Ryou and Seto/Joey. Will be using American names, as that's the version I get!

Thankies very much to my wonderific reviewers E, Diamond, Synchronized Love and AuroraDragonKaya. I answers to questions… I'm not sure if Yugi would be a reincarnation of Hikari, or maybe just re-manifestation of the purity/innocence/whatever that was lost, but I WILL figure it out eventually! And either way Yugi is a human.

Thankies to someone for pointing out a flaw that was in this chapter.

Chapter One:

            He sits, high upon a building, hidden within the shadows cast by the moon. Mild interest reflects in crimson orbs as they watch a gang fight going on below. He was judging their skills, hoping they'd be able to put up at least a little fight as he killed them. It was much more amusing that way.

            Yami smirked darkly, he hadn't had a challenge since the last angel warrior had tracked him down. It had been great fun, it wasn't as if the fool would be able to kill him. That thought turned the smirk down slightly. After all these millennia he felt that the angels had finally discovered the secret to his immortality, and it could cause problems…

            He was bound to the Puzzle along with the shadow powers, his soul merged with the darkness and resting within the confines of the golden pyramid. As long as the Puzzle survived Yami could not die. But now that the Council of Angels knew, they would be seeking to destroy it and not him.

            Eye twitching slightly, the dark angel growled. How dare they try and ruin his fun? He'd been doing the same thing for thousands of years, and no real harm had come of it. So he had been murdering people since his creation back when the Pharaohs still ruled, it wasn't as if most of them were innocents. Innocent people didn't tend to put up much of a fight.

            Speaking of fighting… ruby eyes again focused on the brawl occurring in the alley below. The side with the black bandanas appeared to have won, finishing off the remnants of the skull-tattooed fighters. The devious smirk reappeared.

            It was time.

            Sorota, leader of the Fallen Angels smirked as his men finished off the last of the Black Skulls. That would teach the pathetic idiots to invade on his territory, they would learn respect for the unbeatable Angels.

            "Nice night for a stroll."

            The gang snapped into a fighting stance at the sound of the smooth, dark voice. Glancing around, Sorota pinpointed it to a stranger standing in the shadows. Darkness shrouded most of the figure, only showing glimpses of red and gold hair and glints of silver.

            "Who the hell are you?" the gang leader snapped.

            The dark stranger stepped further into the meager moonlight, revealing a somewhat short and lithe form. Shadows still clung to the young man's face, hiding his eyes from view. Large, steel-tipped boots laced up to mid calf ending with a large silver buckle, long, muscular thighs were encased in black leather that seemed almost painted on, two belts looped around a thin waist. Hard, tanned abs were revealed, framed by a black leather jacket over a small matching tank top. A loop of gold glinted from the figure's belly button, and silver shone from studded leather wristbands and the large buckle on a neck belt. Resting against the stranger's chest was a gold pyramid that seemed to have been turned upside-down. It was impossible to pinpoint the figure's age, he could have been aged anywhere from sixteen to twenty.

            "It's also a nice night for a slaughter."

            Sorota snorted. "Hey freak, the Skulls may be pushovers, but that fight was no slaughter. Now beat it, unless you wanna join them.

            The stranger smirked. "Who said I was taking about the Black Skulls?"

            Yami eyes snapped open, and glowing red appeared in the darkness. In a whirlwind of leather and feathers the tainted angel rushed forward, revealing the wings he had concealed.

            The gang didn't stand a chance. They couldn't even touch the dark blur with the weapons they held, the blades and guns that had been their only advantage. Blood splattered as pointed nails and teeth found flesh, tearing through clothing like butter.

            And in less than ten minutes it was over, and eleven more bodies had joined the cooling corpses on the pavement. Surveying his work, Yami then bent down, fetching a small dagger from his boot. The blade was more a tool than a weapon, having been designed for, and used, in rituals. It amused the anti-angel to no end that the last ritual it had been used in was the one that created him.

            Stepping through the gore, Yami made his way to the corpse of Sorota, leaning down, and with practiced ease carved his calling sign into the forehead of the ex-gang leader. A modified Eye of Horus.

            It was this mark that had forced investigators to connect the global murders he had been causing for millennia, instead of just thinking them random murders. Of course they still hadn't a clue what was really behind the killings, they thought it was a cult. A cult!

            Chuckling to himself, Yami made his way back to the rooftops. Having sated his desire for blood, the dark angel resigned himself to another night of wandering around searching for something to amuse him.

            Yugi stared at the clock worriedly. Forty minutes until Daddy came home. He still had forty minutes, no need to rush.

            The seven-year-old boy was making spaghetti, it was one the few things he could cook. But that didn't stop him from doing it, he had to, or Daddy would get mad.

Staring at the water, he willed it to boil faster. His Mommy had cooked good meals, and Yugi missed the variety of foods she would prepare. He missed his Mommy too. She had left Daddy more than a year ago, and she had left him behind. Why couldn't she have taken him with her?

The child sniffled, and forced himself not to cry. If Daddy found him crying he'd probably get mad like last time. Daddy got mad a lot, and when Daddy was mad he broke things. It didn't matter if those things were chairs, glasses or Yugi.

The water started to bubble and the boy sighed in relief. Grabbing a stool he pushed it over to the counter and reached for the box of dry spaghetti. He tensed slightly as the sound of a car reached his ears, and glanced at the clock again.

It couldn't be Daddy, it couldn't. Daddy didn't come home for another thirty minutes or so. Trying to stay calm, Yugi grabbed the spaghetti and was about to climb off the stool.

Then the door slammed open.

It had been the pure innocence radiating from the boy that had attracted him. He had been running silently from rooftop to rooftop when his sixth sense had detected such light, as he had not felt for countless centuries.

Slowing his pace, Yami had crept over the roof of the shabby duplex, and dropped down the wall so he was situated above one of the first floor windows. Peering upside-down through the glass he was startled by the sight that met his eyes.

A small boy who looked no more than six or seven was straining across a countertop to reach what appeared to be a box of spaghetti. Of course, it wasn't the scene that had stunned him, but the boy. The child looked astonishingly like himself.

After closer study, the dark angel concluded that the only real similarity was the shock of multicolored hair decorating the boy's head. The child was too young to draw further parallels, except maybe with eyes, but the innocent violet orbs the boy possessed were far different from his own.

Yet the boy continued to remind him of someone he had known long ago… someone he had forgotten… someone he had seen once… in… a mirror? Yami shook the thoughts out of his head. They were too confusing to bother with while he was studying the source of such pureness.

He didn't usually bother with innocents, as most weren't very entertaining. Too weak to attack, too pure to be seduced… Not to mention that he found it… distasteful to taint someone yet pure, and occasionally stepped in to prevent rapes and murders. Perhaps something deep inside him was trying to make up for a great innocence lost long ago…

Yami was jarred out of his thoughts by a car pulling up to the house, and he quickly moved into the shadows until the man, obviously drunk, had moved inside. He then returned to his post to watch.

Gasping in surprise, Yugi lost his balance and tumbled off the stool, spaghetti spilling everywhere. Amethyst eyes widened in horror, and breaths quickened until he was almost hyperventilating. Daddy was standing in the door.

But…his daddy couldn't be home! He wasn't supposed to be home for another half an hour, and supper wasn't ready yet and… The breath caught in the boy's throat as he saw the look on his daddy's face.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Yugi had only seen that look once before, the night previous to his mother's leaving. That night Daddy had hurt her really bad, hurt her in that other way that had left mommy broken and naked on the floor. Daddy couldn't do that to him, he couldn't!

"You little shit," hissed Korianu Mutou, "I come home after a hard day's work, and find that not only is supper not ready but you've made a freaking mess of the place too! Ungrateful brat, I should kill you!"

As the man lurched forward, Yugi let out a piercing shriek and made a break for the living room. He had made it to the middle of the room before he was tackled by the much heavier weight of his daddy. The man slapped his crying son across the face pinning the child to the ground.

Yugi started screaming louder, as he heard his clothes begin to rip beneath the force of his father's hands.

Yami was seething. How dare he! How dare he plan to taint the child's innocence! By Ra, the boy was his son! His actions were inexcusable in any scenario, but this made it a hell of a lot worse. There was no way the dark angel would stand by and watch this atrocity happen! The man would die.

"Shut up, boy!" Korianu snarled, smacking his son's face again. This only caused Yugi to increase his volume.

All other sounds were temporarily drowned out as the living room window imploded. Dropping the boy Korianu whirled around to find the source of the disturbance. Spotting it, the abusive man fell back in horror.

Yugi, on the other hand, had taken advantage of his father's surprise and scurried behind the couch. After securing his hiding spot the boy peeked from behind the couch and was overcome with frightened awe.

Standing over a bed of glass shards was Yami, in all his leather-bound glory. Large black wings arched majestically over his head and his ruby eyes simmered dangerously. An aura of dark power seemed to emanate from the dark angel, making him more menacing than he already was.

            Moving with inhuman speed the dark beauty reached out one hand and clasped it around the elder Mutou's neck. Using strength far beyond his small form, he lifted the man into the air.

            Baring fangs, Yami hissed through his clenched teeth, "I am going to rip apart your very soul."

            Giving Korianu no time to speak, the dark being snapped his head forward and using his teeth tore the man's throat from his body.

            Wide violet eyes, watched in stunned fascination as the beautiful but deadly creature rid him, very thoroughly, of his tormentor. For some reason Yugi couldn't bring himself to truly fear this dark being, feeling almost as if this were his guardian angel, coming to save him.

            Yami had unsheathed his dagger, lowering the point to torn flesh and adding his mark to the corpse - what was left of it anyway. Having finished his job of meticulously ensuring Korianu Mutou would never walk this world again, the corrupted angel wiped bloodstained hands on equally bloodstained pants.

            Turning towards the couch, crimson eyes met with wide violet ones. For long moments the two could not break their gaze, and something resting deep within the dark man stirred. He felt as if he could… trust this boy, this strangely pure child. And with that feeling, the once angel made a decision.

            Walking to the boy, Yami gently pulled him from his hiding place. Yugi squeaked slightly and gazed nervously up at the creature that vaguely resembled him. The dark angel smirked at the lack of true fear coming from the child.

            Kneeling in front of the seven-year-old, he pulled the Puzzle from his neck, and hung the golden ornament around Yugi's.

            "Keep it safe," he uttered quietly, then placed a bloody kiss upon the young boy's forehead. Then, without a sound he was gone.

            And little Yugi stood silent, clutching the Puzzle with his small hands and stared out the window through with his savior had left. And he'd continue to stand silent as blood soaked into his socks and pants, as the police cars arrived sirens blazing. And he'd continue to be silent, hugging his Puzzle close as the ambulance took him away, and the police tried questioning him, and the social workers tried to help him, and the psychiatrists tried to counsel him. And he'd remain silent for along time.

            The boy known as Yugi Mutou would not speak a word for two years after the night his father died.