RECAP:
(((((((Bakura's POV:
Why does nothing ever go right for me. Gods, if there are any, why the hell don't you answer my prayers!? I'm just as messed up as the rest of this world!
Cient's POV:
Another prayer? I turn and look back at the sight basin I had left only an hour ago. From over here all I can make out is a white haired boy, face buried in one hand. Ryou. It has to be.
I walk over to the bowl and see Ryou, one eye visible, then other blocked from view by a bloodstained hand. His eyes are shut tight as though he is in pain, or is having a mind-splitting head ache. His eyes flutter open, dark purples visible through a cold glare.
Why the hell don't you answer my prayers!? I'm just as messed up as the rest of this world! The prayer flows through.
Normal POV:
Cient's eyes widen in shock. Ryou had never been like that before. Ryou's' eyes closed once more in anguish, a small tear running down his cheek. Why can't I find Seraph? were his last words before the image faded completely, leaving the basin's bottom black as a moonless night.))))))
Normal POV:
Cient murmured to himself in confusion. Who could that be? Why would Ryou want to find them so badly? Cient closed his amber eyes, thinking of the young angel he used to know.
A soft shy little boy, with silvery hair, and large brown eyes. A soft feeling of innocence lingered around the little angel. Large feathery wings accompanying the small body of the 10 year old child. Yes that angel had grown, though never loosing the innocence and cuteness he used to have.
The 17 year old angel had changed so much in the last few days. Ryou had broken, or so it seemed. Ryou had seemed cruel, his eyes formed a cold glare, angry at the world that he now lived in. What could have happened?
Ryou's POV:
I am sick of clubs, sick of darkness, sick of just about everything here. I'm hungry and cold and it is pouring icy sheets of rain. Rain used to comfort me in heaven, the gentle sound of rain under my feet, never feeling a drop touch my head.
Normal POV:
The angel leaned against the stone wall, tears running down his face, mingling with the icy drops, as they dripped down his pale cheeks. He had slipped the leather jacket on about an hour ago, though he was still chilled to the bone.
His dripping bangs fell in his eyes, blocking his vision, but he didn't care, the whole world was obviously against him. He didn't want to fight it anymore. His dark eyes lingered on a falling leaf and tears sprung to his eyes.
It fell through the the rain, like he fell through the sky. It had no hopes of returning to where it came from, as it fell into darkness. Just like Ryou, he let the tears fall, as he stood, and caught the leaf in his shaking hands. the angel murmured looking at the leaf, My savior...
He lay the leaf gently under the sheltered roots of the large oak, thinking of the deep voice of his rescuer once more. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, as they had drifted back to Bakura. He said firmly to himself, Cerberus is NOT Bakura, not that killer.
Normal POv with bakura :
His silvery hair covered his dark eyes, of which were narrowed into glares. What was wrong with him, he did not know, he just wanted to find Seraph. Damn him, damn this whole fucking world all the way to hell! Bakura spat at the rainy night sky.
He stood and stormed off, walking to his home, or at least where he went during the hours of sunlight. He ran up the steps and into his room, He looked at the windows, covered in thick curtains that blocked all light from passing through. Bakura's cold gaze then moved to the large wall length mirror.
The room was reflected in it's dusty surface, though the vampire was not. He sighed sadly, and looked to where his reflection should have been. All he knew about himself was that he had long white hair, he let it grow so he could see it. When he had become a vampire, he had lost all memory of his life, so Bakura could not remember ever having a reflection.
It was horrible not knowing what he looked like, while he knew the faces of so many others so well. He bit his hand in frustration, he felt the cold blood run down his wrist, and he relished the pain, for he knew it would soon end.
It always ended, pain that is, but suffering was unavoidable, and it somehow never seemed to fade away. Bakura bit down harder, wishing to turn the suffering to pain, so it could fade away with only a scar as it's remains.
He stopped, then looked at the blood that oozed out of the two holes, pouring down his bloodstained hands. He went into the bathroom, yet another blank mirror faced him as he washed the blood from where it soaked into his skin, then bandaged his bite marks, he knew better then to bleed openly. It would only make him hungrier the next morning.
He looked at the gauze and sighed with grief once more, he murmured thoughts lingering on the beautiful angel that he couldn't seem to stop thinking about.
Two pairs of dark brown eyes shed tears for the unknown other. Wishing they could see each other again, though battling their mind for such foolish thoughts. These thoughts hurt them both, as they wished for something better, reliving memories of pain.
Through all this Cient stood in tears, wishing he could undo the past. In the world of earth and heaven, life can be cruel, for Ryou, true bliss was taken. For Bakura, his feelings were awakened, pain, love, tears, things out of his life until now. How could a perfect place, and a land created by gods be so corrupted?
Normal with Ryou :
Ryou wandered through the rain, trying to keep his thoughts blank, and away from both Bakura and Cerberus. This is getting ridicules, He murmured to himself.
The angel saw a house up on a hill, separate from the others, it was eerie, dark and foreboding, yet somehow alluring. Ryou walked up the hill, through the overgrown rain drenched grass. He paused on the doorstep, too afraid to knock, or walk in for fear of what might be inside, so he sat on the porch hidden from the rain, and before long feel into a deep slumber. Deep, but not dreamless.
Ryou found himself on the dark cold ground, he looked around and saw the ally he had fallen into. He stood shakily, nearly falling over from the strange unbalanced weight on his back, the angel looked back over his shoulder to see his wings, still attached even though he stood on earth.
The pale white wings were bandaged just as the rest of his body was, but blood still dripped onto the cold cobblestones after soaking the gauze. Ryou shook his head and turned , walking out of the ally. just as a form, hidden by shadows walked towards him.
The voice whispered in disbelief, Ryou's eyes shot up as he recognized the voice of his savior. You're an angel?
The silver haired boy ran to Cerberus, then he froze in his tracks as moonlight illuminated Bakura standing before him. Seraph? What's wrong? Bakura asked, confusion etched on his face.
Ryou breathed, taking a step backwards, No! you can't be! You can't be him! The smaller white haired boy took a step back, and suddenly he was falling. Bakura was ahead of him, and for some reason he was trying to catch up, he flapped his feathered wings and grabbed the other.
In a fraction of a second everything changed again, and he found himself held in a loving embrace. His face was buried in another's shirt, and strong hands rubbed his back gently.
His peace was soon broken as hem was yanked into another reality. Ryou sat on a cloud facing at least twenty other angels, Cient stood in the middle, his golden hawk like eyes were sharp and challenging. Ryou listen to reason! He said sternly in a commanding voice.
Was the quiet but strong reply, If reason says this is wrong, than I no longer want to listen. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks, I'm going back. Cient said in annoyance, Come back!I accept your decision, but you must soon face the consequences, The taller angel snarled, Enjoy your decision while it lasts, my words are always final.Have it your way... Ryou whispered, jumping lightly off the cloud. Things changed once again, and Ryou was lying on the cold hard ground of the night. His eyes were closed and his body numb, and however odd this might seem, Ryou somehow knew he was dead.
He heard a trembling whisper, as a wet tear fell against his cheek, You can't die. You can't be gone! Seraph!
Ryou woke with a start, tears still lingered in the corners of his eyes, and his chest felt unbearably tight. For some reason, one that the angel could not understand, hearing that voice sounding weak and shattered had upset him more than he could fathom.
Ryou whispered to himself, Why did I have that dream. What could it have meant? He looked up towards the sky in search of answers, but instead he saw only dark wood, and head the sharp drumbeats of rain on the shelter of the overhang above his head.
Ryou's gaze soon lowered itself to the oak door. It was dark and eerie, obviously sturdy and thick. The angel stood and swallowed, taking a step towards the door. He closed his eyes and turned the knob gingerly, surprised to find it unlocked.
The door creaked open slowly, the wood was heavy and hard to push. Ryou surveyed his surroundings after shutting the door behind him. He was in a dark room, there was a large carpet that was black and laced with gold symbols, two black leather couches facing each other with a clawed table that stood darkly between them. There was a huge fireplace, with small models carved into the stone, starting with angels and heaven, and passing through earth to the demons of hell.
Thick curtains blocked the windows, and there was no other light source apparent. Wither the place was empty, of who ever lived here certainly liked the dark. He walked over to one of the couches, and touched the black material, when he lifted his fingers he found them to be covered in a thin layer of dust, that had been acquired from the dusty piece of furniture.
Ryou didn't particularly care about the dust so he sat down on the plush cushions, and lay his head gently on the arm rest, curling his legs up onto the couch. It was the first real bed' he had had in the past few days, so sleep came almost instantly. Not long after that, did yet another dream appear.
He opened his eyes, his head hurt horribly, and the world half spun. For some strange reason he couldn't remember anything, all he knew was his was Seraph and the world was made of clouds. And there was one person he needed to find... some one, but he couldn't remember their name.
He looked up and saw a winged man, with piercing gold eyes. He gasped looking just above the smaller angel's shoulder, his brown eyes looked back to see pitch black wings, fluttering lightly in the breeze. Ryou, stand up, it time for you ceremony.You are mistaken, I'm not Ryou, my name is Seraph, The boy said, his voice calm.
Ryou stop it, please get up. Please, Cient begged.
Seraph nodded and stood, I will do as you ask, because I remember you, faintly. And for some reason I trust you, The black winged boy paused and smiled sadly, but my name is not Ryou, please remember that.
Scenes changed, and suddenly it was midnight, his dark wings blending perfectly with the shadowed land around him. He flew slowly down to the dark earth, and wandered it aimlessly, the land bringing him a strange comfort.
Slowly he made it to a shadowed hill with a large old house. He was drawn to it and entered. Just as he passed through the door frame he woke up to find himself in the same room he had just walked into in his dream.
Ryou stood rubbing his head, these dreams made no sense, none at all, and quite frankly they scared him. He turned and left the house walking quickly down the porch and half ran down the hill, only to trip, and fall painfully in the muddy grass.
The broken angel lay there, letting his tears fall freely into the already soaked grass, not bothering to pull himself up, until someone else did it for him. A strong hand griped his upper arm painfully, and he was pulled up from the mud.
Ryou was released, and stumbled back a few steps to see Bakura, tall and proud, standing before him. The vampire's cold, evil smirk faltered as he throughout he recognized the boy he had saved. He lifted his cold hand and gently wiped the mud from Ryou's face, the angel just stood there tense as he could a defiant look set on his face.
Bakura breathed, gently, almost sweetly questioning. Ryou's eyes widened in shock and he took a step backwards, this was too much like his dream.
Ryou whispered taking another step back as Bakura stepped forwards. Go away, leave me alone.
Bakura stared in awe at the angelic features of the other, He said firmly.
Ryou shouted, Just leave me alone!You don't remember do you? Bakura said, grabbing one of Ryou's shaking hands that had been balled into a fist. He used his strength to pry the fingers free and the had was indeed wrapped in gauze, I'm the one who did this, I'm the one who saved you.No... You can't be... The angel whispered in disbelief, his disbelief was soon channeled into rage, as all his feelings reeled, fueling anger's burning flame, No. Your not him, you can't be. Because I know what you are, your a vampire, a killer. I watched you torment someone to the point where death would've been welcomed.Everyone has problems,Bakura growled, You think I asked to be this.No. You didn't ask to become that, but that doesn't change the pure joy you get from suffering, or the way you laugh as people die, I hate you, whoever you are. Bakura, just stay the hell away from me, Ryou said rage flared in his brown eyes, he could've yelled, but the quiet edge in his voice was even worse. The angel turned and fled into the night.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!! I just watched the ball drop! This is a new years present to you all, luv you, please reveiw!!!
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