LF: I can't believe how long this chapter took for me to put up. And I have no excuse. bows to readers Please forgive me.

Bakura: Or don't.

LF: True that is the other option but please pick the former. I do have some good news though

Ryou: You just saved a lot of money on car insurance by switching to Gecko.

LF: Um...no. My OotM team is going on to State.

Bakura: They don't care.

LF: So what I'm happy.

Bakura: They still don't care.

LF: shrugs I'm still happy.


Chapter Eleven

"Suck!" came the demanding voice. I knew what he wanted me to do, it was obvious and it scared me. I was still naked, as was Ian, and my skin was stained with dried blood.

"N-no, p-p-please, s-stop," I pleading with him even though I knew it was useless. I was pushed to my knees with only one hand, for in his other was a whip. I knew it was more for show than anything else but also knew he would use it if I didn't obey.

"I said suck whore," he cracked the whip threateningly.

Even though I knew I was being stupid I tried pleading once more, "Please, I d-don!" I was cut off and gasped as he demanded once more for me to suck and forced his member into my mouth, holding me still. I had to do everything within my power not to gag or bite down. I was positive if I did so Ian wouldn't hesitate to use the whip. I wanted so much to turn and run but couldn't, as the hand on the back of my head held me firm.

He moaned before snapping a quick "Harder," and moaning again. "Ah, that's it."

I heard a click and then the door opening but still couldn't do anything. With all my own emotions and the lust and greed admitting from Ian it was hard to sense another's presence without immense concentration. Ian on the other hand didn't seem to notice his guest, as he continued to buck into my mouth, eventually causing me to gag. I could no longer breathe and was beginning to feel light headed from need of oxygen when Ian was tackled and I was released. Falling to the ground I found it hard to support myself as I panted heavily.

Soon after, I felt the guest's presence beside me, and I instantly distinguished it. 'Bakura?'

"Ryou is going home with me." 'Yes that is his voice and defiantly his energy signature. But wait, why is Ian laughing?'

"You underestimate me Bakura. Mai, come out here please." Mai's energy signal entered the room and I immediately tried to put my emotionless mask back in place but didn't succeed. "You know what I expect you to do, right?"

Now Mai was speaking. "To bad you could have had me and lived. In fact you still can. All you have to do is denounce your love for Ryou." Fear of a different kind appeared now. The fear of loneliness I felt when I saw Mai and Bakura kiss. Did he still love me, and if so would that love end now?

"I would never," relief came and I relaxed my tense muscles. He still loved me. But what about yesterday in the park? My questions were answered as they started to talk. I listened intently to the whole thing having trouble understanding at times, but I also felt extremely guilty for doubting my yami. I wasn't the only one having trouble comprehending everything that was being told. By the confusion Bakura was admitting I would say he was as lost as I was only at a different part. He knew about the park and I knew about the experiments but neither of us knew about anything else. After the talking had ended there was a moment of silence before Bakura spoke. "Vincent, get Ryou out of here." Once that was said an unfamiliar presence entered the room. 'That must be Vincent.' Arms went under my shoulders and knees to pick me up.

I pushed away with all my strength, which unfortunately wasn't very much because of the experiments. I wasn't pushing away because I was scare of him, if Bakura trusted him than so did I. It did no good however since Vincent didn't seem to notice. I had to get his attention somehow so I decided to try to talk. Problem was I knew I was worn out and my voice would be softer then it normally was and I wasn't sure if he would even be able to notice I had tried to speak, let alone make out distinct words. "P-plea-se," talking was proving more difficult then I had first anticipated and I began having trouble breathing. Nevertheless I continued to speak since I had apparently was successful in catching his attention. "I wa-nt to s-st-ay." My face begged the man as much as my voice even though it was covered in sweat. My life was being drained faster now and if Bakura couldn't stop the energy exchange I wanted to die near him. Vincent seemed to think for a moment before kneeling and placing me back on the ground, but still stayed by my side, helping me sit up by continuing to hold my shoulders. I started listening to the conversation just in time to hear Bakura speak.

"Not when you have done all of this to my koi." Did he just say 'koi'? He still thought of my like that even after doubting him. Even though I am no longer pure. The guilt inside my doubled as I continued to listen.

"Ha, we'll see about that," I didn't have time to try to understand this when a pain shoot though me and I instantly felt weaker. I grabbed the main source of pain, the place where the light was leaving creating the emptiness, my heart. But I wouldn't give up to it again. Not when I knew Bakura still loved me. My breathing quickened as I fought off the coldness that was approaching. A second later there was an explosion. 'Bakura!' Another pain shot through my whole body as I felt my yami's power skyrocket. The energies met in-between the two shadow wielders. "So how does it feel to be fighting against Ryou? That is basically what you are doing after all. I have his light and life at my disposal." At the same time I felt Bakura's energy reach its peak and the last of my light leave me in one painful moment.

When these new energies collided they exploded. Vincent wrapped what must have been his cloak around him and blocked most of the explosion with his body. I wanted to apologize for putting him though this, tell him how much I appreciate all he has done for me but couldn't. Since the last of my light was taken my body had gone limp, my eyes shut, and I had been suspended in a state of pain. Not being shown any mercy by just being allowed to die. I was scared now, more than ever before. More than anything Ian had caused. My senses had faded and no longer could I sense anyone's presence expect Vincent because I was in direct contact with him. This meant I had no way of knowing in my Bakura was alright.

No one moved for a long time before I heard the sound of someone stumbling across the ground. As the sound grew closer I began to recognize it and before long I was able to conclusively determine it to be Bakura's presence because Vincent stood and walked away leaving me in the others arms. His energy was so weak I barely felt it even though we were touching. He just held me close to him and muttered word I couldn't hear. I wanted, no needed, to tell him I was alright but couldn't. Then I felt a presence that was stronger than anything I have felt before, but when I tried to pin point it and give it shape all I got was a small sphere falling towards me. The feeling I got from it was different, for it was neither light nor dark, neither simple nor complicated, it was familiar and yet I couldn't place it.

When it landed on my cheek it broke and all its energy was released. Its power ran throw my veins and I could feel my energy beginning to return. I also felt myself rise out of Bakura's arms and into the sky. "Ryou?" I looked in his direction with surprising calmness. If this had happened before all of these events had taken place there is no way I wouldn't have panicked. I didn't even panic when pain shoot through my back, the skin ripped, and out grew two soft, feathery limb. Blood ran down my back but the pain quickly diminished. As these limbs moved the silk smooth feathers glided over my skin I knew instantly what they were. Wings. Angel wings judging by the feathers. They felt so right, like I had had them all my life. I was brought back to reality by a gasp from Bakura.

Now that I had the energy to talk I asked what I had wanted to know. "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you still love me? I'm...t-tainted." Falling. Falling fast. I don't' bother to stop myself. Instead of hitting the ground I was caught by a pair of strong arms. The arms held and rocked me, keeping me safe. "I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about? You have no reason to apologize."

"I'm weak, I couldn't stop them. I was too weak."

He gasped and tightened his arms around me. Then he hooked my chin in one of my hands and pressed out lips together in a passionate and dominating kiss. Before I could say anything he spoke, "Your not weak, you are very strong. Stronger than me." I shook my head in his shoulder. There was no way that could be true. I failed to stop Ian from taking advantage of me twice. Bakura could have stopped them. In the end he did stop them. He did what I couldn't so how can he say that I am stronger than him. "Yes you are. You remained an angel even after what those people did to you. You didn't hurt others because of your pain like I did." 'What is he talking about? Did someone do to him the same thing that Ian did to me?' I voiced this question and there was a short silence before I got my answer. "Yes, by my father actually."

"I'm sorry, and I'm also sorry for not believing in you."

"It's okay, you had every right not to."

I shook my head again, much more lightly this time, and tried to change the subject. "I wish I could see you." There was nothing more true than that. I wanted desperately to see the face of my love.

"You can," a female voice spoke. I know that voice but from where. 'Who is it?' "There is nothing wrong with your eyes."

"What do you mean? If there is nothing wrong with my eyes why can't I see?"

"That is only because you didn't want to. You were afraid to see the face of those boys or the face of the one you thought betrayed you. All you have to do is will yourself to see and you can. Trust in Bakura," I nodded. I trusted the voice of some unknown reason. It sounded familiar from long ago.

I did as she had said and I wished myself to see. Wished to see my koi. Slowly things came into focus. In front of me, staring into my eyes was Bakura. Tears came from his eyes and he hugged me. I had never seen my yami cry before. I relaxed into his hold and wrapped my wings and arms around his waist as he folded his own leathery wings over my back. "I can see. Thank you, Bakura. Thank you, mother."

"You're welcome, my son. Thank you, Bakura, for watching over him for me and my husband. We can never express our appreciation enough."

"I only wish I could have done more."

"Nonsense, you did everything possible. I am sure Ryou agrees, don't you?" I nodded.