Story #2!!! I'm going to make every intro pretty much the same, but the plot will be WAY different.

Pain is overrated.

Suicide.

Death.

Self-mutilation.

All of it is glorified beyond belief. You can believe me when I say this. I have known true pain. Mental torment, physical bashings. Emotional tragedy, I have always considered myself innocent and now after what I have been through...That word isn't fit for the least of me.

He taught me that, with possession and worship, quirked with the insanity of a madman. He never truly hurt me, as I was always dead. It was only his lessons that saved my life later, they made me strong. It took him so long and he never realized.

He was I really needed.

After the accident, when we were all separated on that terrible plane, I knew true pain. The fall that broadened my comrade's double wings, only caused me anguish. They tried to save me, but...they failed.

I remember every little detail of the fall. The breathlessness and then rapid velocity, slowing as I fell through the first damp layer of cloud. It shook my senses but I was ready the second time. I held my breath and collapsed through another layer.

Then...I opened my wings, and they ripped from their sockets, jarring my spine and tearing loose muscles. The broken expenditures crumpled and I freefell against rocks, birds...

The landing could have killed me and saved me from this existence of fear. I could have ended it all then. At that time...I wanted to.

..........................Changing tenses!

The wind passes through my hair, stinging my already painful wounds. I scream until my throat is bloody and raw. This is it this is where I end, please just let me die! I can't stand this pain!

I close my eyes tightly and brace for death. Suddenly I hear loud yelling over the sound of the wind.

My descent stops unpredictably and I feel arms cradling me. A voice whispers undistinguishable words. I feel the gentle rise and fall of a hand glider. At this altitude? Its unheard of!

I struggle hopelessly and the arms only tighten. Someone slaps my head and a masculine voice yells "BAKA!" Over the wind.

I cringe as the painful rip informs me of reopened wounds. Deciding against risking more pain I lay in wait. My world swirls into multi color as I open my blurry watering eyes. A hand clamps over them and fastens a pair of goggles over my head.

The hand leaves and with the goggles I have partial sight. My cheeks burn hotly. The man holding me is utterly handsome! His hair is the same as mine, snowy white and long, melting into broad shoulders. A perfectly muscled chest covered by a hick black sweater I trek upwards again and look into startlingly familliar eyes. A deep brown, almost like mine but sharper and more...dangerous.

One arm holds the glider in place, I see know we ARE descending quickly, the other flexes around my waist. I look downwards and quickly regret it. The ground is so far, it pulses and I wrap my arms tightly around my hansom savior.

He yells startled and clutches me harder, the momentum making him loose control of the glider. The man has now noticed my wings, crumpled and torn; he swears loudly and spots a hill. It is roughly 40 feet, below and right.

"Long shot...but with you I don't have much choice."

He gains one more right turn and let's go of the glider, letting it fall behind. He curls in a protective ball around me. The fall is short and soon we are rolling down a hill. We skid to a stop.

(A/n: I am starting to loathe pronouns!! So now I'm calling Bakura by his NAME!! And changing POV to normal)

Bakura lays his charge down and brings a tentative hand around to his back. A hiss and he pulls away.

"Dammit, this is bad"

Haibane 003 looks up and see's Bakura, he blinks and hesitates. Stuck between running from and embracing him.

The theif looks up and freezes.

"RYOU-!"

I hope this wasn't too short...