Chapter3: In the arms of an angel
ifrit: hii! this may take a while to get goin'... please reivew meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! pwese?(Oo)
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- Joey had been locked in his apartment for about three days now... he hadn't been able to treat his wounds, because every time he tried to get uo off of the shattered table, the wood would become dislodged and he would bleed quite heavily... so he would just lay there, praying for someone, if anyone, to come and save him. As if to instantly answer his prayers, he discovered that someone was knocking on his door, their voice sounding quite concerned.
-"Joey? Joey are you in there?" Joey tilted his head up slightly when he heard his friend, Bakura... but he was too weak from blood loss to cry out for help... the only thing that he could manage was a very small 'Bakura...'
"..Joey...?" Bakura looked through the blindless window and gasped in appaled horror when he saw that his friend was slowly dying," J-Joey..! Please, just hold on...!" Bakura slammed against the door with all his might, succesfully knocking it off its hinges. He didn't even pay attintion to the fact that his arm was nearly broken, but instead he ran to his friend and slowly helped him up.
"Joe-kun..are you okay?.. who in the seven hells did this to you?" Bakura asked, his fingers trembling slightly as he tried to stop the massive flow of blood.
"..No one.. it was an accident.." Joey lied, he knew that Bakura knew who did this, but perhaps he could make it seem like it was his fault,"I..I triooed over my own stupid shoes, you know how clumsy I am... and.. I fell on top of the table and..." Joey was cut off when Bakura placed his index finger over Joey's lips.
"Did the table cut you and beat you into oblivion?" Bakura wispered.
"Well...no..I...I.." Joey felt Bakura embrace him. Joey tried to protest, but the warmth emitting off of Bakura's body silenced him as he rembered how cold he was. Bakura watched in complete silence as he watched Joey snuggle closer to his chest, he looked like a tiny puppy, cuddling up to its mother for warmth and protection. Joey minded not the wounds he had reiceved, for he was in the arms of an angel.
"Forget Seto..." Joey thought,"I've got something better now...I've got an angel..."
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