Angel Corrupted

Disclaimer: *sighs* Do bananas mated with pistachios create Lemon Figs? No? Then Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine.

A/N: Stuffs! It's still stuffs! AU, possible OOC-ness (they did grow up differently, eh?), bloody stuffs, some swearing…shounen-ai! Yami/Yugi, slight Bakura/Ryou and possible Seto/Joey. Will be using American names (mostly…), as that's the version I get!

Yugi's school does not exist in Dartmouth and proly N.S., though I'm quite sure another school of the same name exists somewhere else. Please excuse Joey's accent, it comes and goes in my writing…-_-;

And the Thank-you Award goes to: Miami-chan, someoneyoudontknow, ^o^, Angel Reaper ('cause otherwise Mokuba would've gone up with him? Heh, nuu. And I shall pass the messenger along, myself generally helping along as she writes… and vice versa!), Charmeleon (Hope it lives up to your expectations, ya!), Hikari no Mayonaka (Nothin' wrong with being a perv!), shadow-demon18b, TheShadowPanther (…you know, I was sure I mentioned him actually hearing footsteps… oops. O_o;;), Mel Gods (The fact that he was on the track of discovering the true origins of Yami is a big thing, you know how governments can be with mistakes… and that was a big mistake. *snickers* But don'tcha know? They used footsoldiers to attack! *cough* Horrible pun… and hey yo, the fic does say YxY shounen-ai, aa? ^_^), and anyone else I forgot and those who reviewed the Bloopers. Apologies for gross misspellings (or small ones) of anyone's name. Such misspellings are now called younds, after the grossest misspelling of 'wrong' ever. Yound… *snerk*

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Chapter Seven, Part Two:

Yugi glanced about nervously at his surroundings. Colored lights flashing, shadowy corners, costumed people gyrated en masse on the dance floor… Yami had brought him to a nightclub.

And was currently off to fetch refreshments, leaving the small teen by his lonesome at a secluded booth in the corner.

Sighing, the pseudo-Egyptian continued to watch the club's occupants dancing, appraising their costumes. It seemed that everyone had dressed up for Halloween, a fact that made Yugi feel less out-of-place. The teenager's surveying halted as his purple eyes met a pair of a paler shade. He knew those eyes.

Marik Ishtar smirked at his classmate, never ceasing in movement as he danced. The pale boy watched, entranced, hypnotized by the motion of the dark-skinned teen's body. There was no denying the fact that the blonde was hot, even if he preferred Yami. Maybe he just had a leather fetish, the 16-year-old thought, eyes drifting over the other boy's leather pants, light purple shirt and up to the crooked halo resting on his head.

Blinking, Yugi was startled from his daze as a taller man joined Marik on the floor, light-up horns sitting comically atop a mass of blonde hair that rivaled his own in spikyness. The two were remarkably similar, sharing darkly tanned skin, blonde hair and dusky purple eyes.

Leaning back into the newcomer's grasp, Marik winked at his classmate. Blushing, Yugi looked down, and upon glancing up again found that the Egyptian and his companion had vanished into the crowd.

"What's a sweet little human like yourself doing alone in a place like this?" A sultry voice spoke suddenly.

Turning sharply towards the voice, Yugi found himself staring into a pair of vibrant green eyes, scant centimeters from his own. Yelping, the small teen shifted away from the stranger moving farther into the booth.

Back pressing against the wall, the violet-eyed teen swiped a stray braid out of his face, glaring slightly at the person who had startled him. The man possessed unnaturally green eyes and long black hair, dressed up as some form of royalty. Playing with a die that hung from one of his earlobes, the stranger once again pressed into his personal space.

"Mm… so bright," the emerald-eyed man moaned. "You'd make a veritable feast…"

Yugi stammered, trying to think up a response, all the while blushing furiously. Thankfully he was saved as a hand fisted in the stranger's black locks and yanked him backwards.

"Back off, incubus!" the familiar voice of Yami snarled.

"Ow, fuck!" the strange man yelled. "Lay off! I didn't know he was taken."

Releasing his fistful of hair, the darkling glared as the green-eyed male skulked off, muttering 'bitch'.

"You have to watch yourself around here," Yami spoke, setting two glasses on the table – though how he had kept a hold of both while dealing with a stranger was a mystery. "Many have untoward intentions…"

"You're the one who brought me here," Yugi pointed out accusingly.

The taller man ignored the statement, instead telling his companion to drink up.

Sighing, the lightly clad teen stared into his drink. It looked like ginger ale, and upon tasting the boy found that it was. The two sat in silence for a while, sipping their beverages and glancing about the club. Yugi was the first one to speak up.

"Why?"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Why what?"

"You know… why did you save me?"

Sighing, the darkling leaned back from the table. "I'm not exactly sure. There was something about you… so bright, so innocent. I couldn't stand to see you become tainted, such brilliance is rare in a human soul."

A crimson eye swept over Yugi's body. "It's even rarer for someone to keep a large part of that innocence once they leave childhood."

The costumed teen's cheeks stained once again with red, and Yami chuckled at the boy's frequent blushing. Pouting childishly, the human returned to his drink, pondering his next question.

"Are you an angel?"

The darkling coughed, nearly choking on his drink. Now that was rather unexpected. "Not- not as such."

"Oh…" Yugi stared down into his ginger ale. "Are you a demon then?"

"No."

"…do demons and angels even exist?" the boy questioned, brow creasing with thought.

The leather-clad man smirked. "They do. Most of the occupants of this club are demons.

Yugi blinked. "Oh."

"You don't seem awfully concerned by that fact," Yami spoke. "Most humans get worked up when presented with the 'supernatural'."

The small teen merely shrugged. "So what are you then?"

The darkling sipped his drink. "There isn't really anything to describe what I am. I'm one of a kind. I suppose you could call me a fallen angel… I am generally known as the darkling."

Yugi tilted his head in curiosity. "Fallen? So you were an angel? Then how did you get like you are?"

            "I wish I had answers for those questions, little one, but I'm afraid I do not," Yami stated. "I remember almost nothing from before I became what I was, and little more of the time shortly after my creation. Everything back then is fuzzy, I was more animalistic, more feral, taking centuries to regain proper thought."

            Pausing to sip his drink, the crimson-eyed man added, "Not to mention you get a bit hard of memory after a couple millennia of life."

            Violet eyes widened. "Millennia?! Wow… you're old!"

            "Thanks a lot," the darkling snorted.

            "Sorry," Yugi apologized. "But that is old. I mean, I don't know how long angels live, but by human standards you're ancient."

            Yami chuckled. "I'm ancient by any standards. Demons and angels rarely live past 1000 years."

            "Huh… so then you actually are behind all these Sennen murders, eh?"

            "Yes," the leather-clad man answered bluntly. If the boy wasn't bothered that he had murdered his father, and that he wasn't human, why should this fact bother him?

            The violet-eyed teen simply nodded, braids bobbing and they fell into another silence, absorbed in their beverages. Occasionally they would glance at each other, lost to internal musings, reveling in the strange comfort they shared in one another's presence.

            "Hey, didn't you have wings?"

            "I'm surprised you remember."

            "Yeah well, when a winged guy with red eyes breaks through your window and kills your father, it isn't really something you forget," Yugi said, ignoring the fact that he had forgotten the moment up until recently.

            Yami smirked. "Yes, I had – have – wings."

            "Can I see them?" the teenager asked.

            The darkling nodded, then took a hold of his slight companions hand, tugging him from the seat. Once again he led the boy, the two weaving through the gyrating bodies cluttering the dance floor, then away. They passed through a door, then up a flight of stairs, the sounds of music becoming muted as they drew away.

            A second door was pushed open and Yugi found himself on the flat roof of the club. Though the night was still warm, a slight wind swept across the area, raising goose bumps on the boy's arms and legs.

            Waving the human forward, Yami followed, the door clanging shut behind them. Ushering the boy closer to the edge, the darkling was treated to a rather nice view as a sudden gust of wind pushed up the cloth wrapped about the teenager's waist.

            The violet-eyed boy turned completely red and attempted to flatten his clothes, the crimson-eyed man learning that the human blushed on both cheeks.

            Smirking, he raised an eyebrow. "A thong?"

            "It seemed like a good idea at the time!" the teen cried.

            With a deep chuckle, the darkling stripped off his leather jacket, and began unbuckling the sleeveless leather shirt beneath. Letting it fall from his shoulders, the crimson-eyed man revealed lithe muscles, stretching powerfully beneath his tanned skin.

            Yugi's mouth went dry as the man that haunted his dreams bared his torso. If he died now, he would have died happy. Following the play of muscles, the human's eyes were drawn to a patch of darkness nestled between Yami's shoulder blades. It look like a tattoo, that of two dark wings. He was knocked from his daze as the discarded leather items were tossed towards him.

            Taking a deep breath, the darkling closed his eyes and concentrated. At first little seemed to happen, then slowly the feathers of the tattoo seemed to bristle, taking on form and texture. The wings grew, pushing out from his back, feathers elongating. Violet eyes stared in fascination at the bizarre yet beautiful transformation. The wings finally stopped expanding, settling at a length twice that of their bearer's height each.

            "Wow," the human teen gasped. He reached out a hand to caress one of the pure black feathers, mouth gaping in awe.

            "Like what you see?" Yami asked, a teasing undertone in his voice.

            Yugi nodded, stunned. Then his brow creased, and he added, "You are talking about the wings, right?"

            The darkling merely smirked in response.

            "Can you fly?" the teenager questioned, deciding to ignore the man's teasing.

            "Not exactly," Yami answered. "Too long the angels remained sequestered in their little world, the pull of gravity not so strong as it is here. Their wings have grown small and weak. What I can do is jump high and glide, the feeling is similar."

            Yugi chewed his bottom lip almost nervously. "Do you think that maybe you could- I could-"

            His stammering was broken off with a yelp, as the darkling scooped him up with inhuman speed and he found himself pressed against a muscular and very naked chest. He felt the man tense against him, his entire body coiling like a spring as his wings shot upwards. Then suddenly he was being launched over and up, past the edge of the building.

            Suppressing a squeal, the teenager clutched tightly to the bundle of clothes in his arms, pushing himself tighter against Yami's chest. His breathing calmed as the ascent slowed, the darkling's black wings spreading to capture the air, the warm arms wrapped around him giving a feeling of security.

            Daring to steal a glance, Yugi removed his face from its position against his savior's chest, peering down upon the world. They were quite high, and he saw Dartmouth stretching out beneath him, all the way to the bright lights of the waterfront, the darkness of the Harbor, and on to the glimmering city that was Halifax at night.

            It was quite breathtaking. As he watched though, they began to slowly descend, buildings drawing closer. Just as he thought they would land, Yami coiled up again, legs absorbing the shock of touchdown so well as to be nigh unfelt. Then they were off again, up into the dark sky.

            The pattern of rising and falling continued, and whether for hours or minutes, the teen couldn't say. The only thing that matter was the cool breeze caressing his bare skin, the scent of his darkling, and the protective warmth of the man's arms making him feel safer than he ever had.

            Finally halting atop a building, the fallen angel looked down at his passenger for the first time since departing the club. A soft smile, foreign to his face, formed as he saw that the boy had fallen asleep. Well, this was a bit of a dilemma. He hadn't the heart to wake the sleeping light, and hadn't the slightest idea where the child lived.

            Oh well, he'd just have to bring him to where he was living… and with that he crouched down and launched into the air once again.