Note---- if your reading this- its the second partof a trilogy-just in case that wasn't clear oO;;

"Don't call me a nurse"

I know I didn't say it aloud- I know I never told him. He knew it, though. He knew it and – and he knew my name, he knew how to retract my wings.

How did you know my name? How did Bakura, Bakura my lovely Dark Nurse know? How did you use the Athame correctly as to not kill me? You are full of mystery, love.

I think I started too long. I notice my jaw has dropped and force it back to its position. You look odd- odd like a cat. Odd like...odd like happy. I've never seen you happy.

"Ryou-"

There it is again. That name echoing off your lips. The name- My name- you so often use and every time you say it I fall deeper.

Deeper into this black chasm that is my passion for you. Passion- yes. You heard it right, and no, no I am not all so innocent. I can be rather devious when I desire, but now I am caught. You hold me here- and you have me trapped.

The funny thing is though, I don't care. I don't care that you have moved closer to me. I don't care that your hands caress my back tenderly. I don't care that you devour my lips oh so- I don't- Oh Ra!

I feel your lips move into a smirk, and kiss it away. No smirking, love. No smirking at me anymore. You can call me by my name, you can trap me in your gaze- but Ra- I won't let you smirk at me.

You understand that don't you love? You look at me through that lusty haze and blink sheepishly. You eventually come back to reality and cough.

"Its telepathy Ryou-"

Farther I fall again. How far is it now? I don't realize. I will count. A meter I have fallen now.

"I know you can hear me in your head too Ryou-"

Two meters and I stare dangerously into his eyes and say,

"Yes. Yes I can"

You frown and in a sudden lunge bring your face close to mine, closing your eyes and sniff.

"Ryou, Ryou, Ryou, Ryou, Ryou, Ryou- Have you fallen far enough to be mine yet my love?"

No. Eight Meters in this proverbial tunnel I recognize and accept naturally.

You glare and sniff again. I'm starting to believe this is a fault, love. That, you will not accept. Hopefully that sniffing is only for me, and not a reflex from drugs...I know you almost as well as you know me. And- you do know me don't you my Dark Nurse?

You fall back onto the floor and cross your legs evenly. The fabric that is ever so tantalizingly shifting brings my attention. Even that is too far for my mind to dwell. You can read my mind, can't you love? I see that your face has acquired a new shade; you like my thoughts.

You lean forward, snagging my feet and with a great heave pull me forward. I yelp and fall face first into your arms. You laugh harshly and pull me all the way into your lap. I see you are very forward.

"Forward?"

I smile and nod, then take advantage of the position and pull the leather of your pants. By the way that moan was covered so quickly by a cough, I see it was successful. You yawn and look to the shabby framed window.

"Rehabilitation starts tomorrow, Ryou"

Nine meters, and I nod at your proposal. Why did you rescue me, my lovely dark nurse?

You cringe at the name that you hear once again and look down with those wild eyes.

"Your wings. I want them so badly that when Ishtar (eh...Sp??) told me about the plan, I had to join. Then I hacked the system and found you- you my Haibane 003. I had to have you- so I followed the plan."

That name. I hate that name! Oh, and you know don't you my pretty nurse-y that I hate it. I hate being a Haibane more then I hate the wings themselves. Yet you claim to want them, these horrid protrusions! You WANT THEM? Then fine, you can have them, I'll give anything.

I can see you now, doing it. Your face is twisted in some cruel mixture of sorrow and hatred. You reach forward and grab hold. Then with a large scream, those great feathered wings are ripped from my back and I lay still.

My life has ended, my pulse is still, and you grin. You hug the now crimson wings to your chest and scream in horror as they dissolve into ash. They are my wings after all. Mine.

A wave of possession swamps me that I will never give them up. The wings are mine, and you so hate that my dark nurse. Your eyes are filled with fright at my morbid thoughts.

"Ryou, no. No, I'll swear to you now that will Never happen."

Ten meters. You shift over a little and I see a glint from the window. Your stubbornness is revealing, love. You say you will not and then I see in your eyes the hatred. You hate me, you are jealous of me. Or maybe it's a reflection. It's impossible to know.

But then...what is the other reflection I see? The window and a glint, before-

"What the hell-!!!"

Normal POV

The single assailant from his position could only see two dim outlines. It adjusted a knob and smirked as the teens came into view. It pulled a pencil out of its mouth and jotted down notes calmly assessing the angles. In habit the assailant held its breath.

"OYXGEN LEVELS LOWERING"

"Yea, yeah."

It groaned and pressed buttons on a watch on its wrist. A beeping red light stopped and shone green as the creature gaped and pulled out a crossbow quickly. The weapon was of the finest steel and the only one this thing had. It knocked an arrow and fitted it perfectly.

The view was perfect and its finger was loose on the trigger... All attention was focused on listening for the shrill call. I tensed and waited ready to spring.

"Cheep!"

A bird landed on the branch just as the assailant loosed the arrow. Looking at its path it swore loudly and jumped away into the night quickly. Muttering all the way,

"Shit shit shit!!"