Summary: Bakura, a tomb robber, was almost caught by the pharaoh's guards… As he believed, he was saved by an angel…

Heaven Sent
by Hunter K

AN: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it turned out that I've got better ideas so, why not continue? Plus, I think the pairing is cute nn;

DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! Doesn't belong to me...

Chapter 1: Why send an Angel?

Robber, an inauspicious creature who lives by stealing things – of which most turns out to be useless – from others, living like rats on the dark corners of the city. Treated like pests by the upper society. Mostly clinging to the last strand of sanity left untouched by fate. Unfortunately, he was one of those pathetic creatures.

The silver-haired teen stood on the corner, pushing his body close to the wall, hopeful that the annoying people in white robes, carrying spears and bows, which he believed would only be the pharaoh's guards, won't see him and leave him in peace. But they didn't – they just pursued looking for him.

"Circle the alley!" The tanned, muscular head guard shouted the rest, "He can't go far, he's wounded!" The commanded followed, encircling the small alley.

'Now there's no way to run…', the young thief thought. Lifting his lithe body, he kicked the said guard and made his escape. 'Huh, easy!', he snickered, looking back at officer and the others who are trying to help their superior. He wanted to laugh at the thought but was disturbed by other guards who still dared to arrest him. And when he saw the arrows aiming at him, he panicked. He ran as fast as his tired body would allow, not paying heed to the sting he feels on the enormous scratches on his body brought by the almost one-hour chase. He heard their shouts and the whipping sound made by the spears in the air, but didn't dare to turn around and look, unless he wanted a poisoned-arrow greet him and put a hole right in the middle of his face. He shrugged off the thought.

He lured his seekers to his den, the dim crisscrossed alleys of the ruins almost labyrinth-like. He looked straight at the junction that serves gate to his realm. To ordinary people, the junction means danger, but to him, it meant sanctuary – his so-called home. He was about to slither in the said junction when he noticed more guards coming from his right, there is no way he can get into his haven. Instead of continuing, he turned to his left only to find a gray wall with a big crack, smiling widely at him… it was a dead-end.

But there are no dead-ends for thieves! Especially the king of thieves! He sprinted on his feet and climbed the wall. He was about to jump when he felt something hit his back, making him let go of the bag of loot he got and utter a curse in Egyptian before falling on the searing sands and everything went black…

…-…-…-

Pallid ceilings of hardened Egyptian sands greeted him. He blinked twice to get used light while wiping the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and cheeks.

'If that's a dream, it was a pretty bad one…', he thought. It was then when he had noticed that he wasn't at the castle cellar as what he had already expected. It was a dream.

When he totally came to his senses, he realized that it wasn't his house! Or, 'He didn't have a house!' is better. He tried to turn on his side, getting any rationality left on his mind, but pain was the only thing his head can register. Yes, he was pained. He winced. Maybe it wasn't a bad dream… perhaps it was for real.

He was about to shout when he saw something, sitting at the top of the table beside his bed, smiling at him. The most beautiful smile he had ever seen after Akila died. He stared at the winged creature. It was his first time to see such thing… as if it was human, yet it had wings… He edged to have a clearer look at the little pixie. He was about to touch that soft, porcelain skin when someone spoke:

"That's a figurine my sister gave me… Beautiful isn't it?"

The thief turned to look at the source of the sweet voice just to see a somewhat similar figure to that of the one sitting beside his bed – except, this one had no wings. He smiled at the stunned thief, cocking his face a bit to the left.

The thief studied the figure. He believed it's a boy of about fourteen to sixteen. Judging his pale skin tone and bizarrely ivory hair, he must be from another country. His eyes were of chocolate brown, sparkling in the light when wide open and curves into an arc when he smiles. His lips were lightly pink, almost as light as his complexion. He looks frail and vulnerable.

The said boy gave him a questioning look before he gave a strained, "Y-yes…", eyes still set on his object of affection.

"I'm Ryou…", the kid sat beside him on the bed. "I found you wounded on the street the other day…"

Bakura nodded while trying to sit as Ryou helped him. It wasn't a dream after all…

"Let me check on your wounds, I bet they still ache…", the young one hunched slightly, checking on the other's bandaged torso. Bakura's breathe hitched as he picked the not-so-familiar scent of vanilla on Ryou's hair. Ryou looks up at him, gesturing that he raise his arms so he can remove the bandages. He did, blushing while the other uncoil the bandages and replace it with new ones. Bakura's heart leaped as he felt Ryou pat him and say, "There… It's done…", while smiling widely at him.

Ryou noticed the peculiar look on his face that made him ask, "What's wrong?"

This shook Bakura from his inattention, uttering a confused, "Nothing…", followed by a more logical, "I'm not used to being cured by anyone… especially a stranger…", his voice trailing off on the last few words.

Silence ruled as both stared at each other. Until the thief's stomach spoke for itself, telling Ryou he was rather starving.

Bakura winced, a blush creeping its way to his cheeks. He tried to hide them but no use. So he just covered up with a, "Heheheh, I think my tummy's angry…"

Ryou chuckled at the amusing comment, before saying, "You mean hungry." Again, he chuckled. The silver-haired teen made his way to out of the room saying, "I'll go get you something to eat."

…-…-…-

Ryou got back the room with a bowl of soup and a glass of milk. And upon seeing the milk Bakura grimaced, "What do you think you are feeding, a stray cat?"

Ryou raised a brow, "You have broken bones, milk would be good for you…", he said, pushing the glass for Bakura to hold so that he can spoon-feed his 'little stray cat'. "Uhm, I forgot to ask your name…"

"Bakura.", the thief spat hoarsely.

Ryou's eyes widened, "Weird…"

Bakura cocked a brow, "What's weird?"

"Your name… Doesn't seem to sound too Egyptian to me…"

"Well, does Ryou sound so-Egyptian to you?", the thief asked rather mockingly.

"No", Ryou trailed, but backed up with, "I'm not from here…"

The two sat silently for hours, the topic left curtailed, until Bakura got the guts to question his cohort about the thing sitting atop his table.

"Uh, Ryou…", he tried to catch the young ones attention. Ryou raised his head to look at him. "That thing…", he pointed at the said figurine at the table top.

Ryou smiled curtly, "It's an angel…"

Bakura's eyes widened, "Angel?"

"Yes, angel. They are messengers of God."

Bakura grew curious, leaning toward Ryou he asked, "You mean, that thing isn't human?"

Ryou chuckled, and then shook his head. "But they were humans before…"

"They were?" There was childish enthusiasm in the thief's voice that Ryou noted as a sign of ignorance. Ryou just nodded.

…-…-…-

Ra cast eerily red rays, staining the golden desert sands with blood. Both boys watched as the sun sat on the horizon of the red desert. To Bakura it looked like a giant egg yolk.

Ryou stared confusedly at the thief. "It doesn't look like an egg yolk!", he protested.

"It does!", Bakura retaliated with a light tap on the younger ones forehead.

Ryou pouted, not wanting to give anymore comments, when he felt a slight tug on his dirty white shirt. He knew it was Bakura. "What is it?"

"Can you tell me more about the angels?", the thief said silently, still staring at the setting sun, leaning his head against Ryou's slender shoulder.

"As I told, they were messengers to Gods."

"What messages do they bring?"

"They are divine messengers that are sent to humans to instruct or inform them of God's will." He ended the statement with a smile.

Partially dozing, the thief stifled a yawn before saying, "Then, why would gods send angels here?", which he didn't really wanted to word out… if only he was more awake.

Ryou, not getting into the core of the question, worded his thoughts without even logically thinking if it was exactly the answer to the other's query. "If the gods send angels, it should only be because of three reasons.", he glanced over to see if the thief was still awake and listening. The moment he knew Bakura was still awake, he pursued in his talk. "One, to be a guardian of a place or a certain person perhaps…" Bakura just nodded noting Ryou to precede, "Two, to guide a stray soul back to the light. And three, to battle against darkness…"

The thief was wide-awake, but wasn't making any response; he was lost in his own thought. Ra was descending back to the depths of the underworld, taking the light with him as he let his brother, Seth, reign and spread darkness allover the place. The thief leaned his head lazily at the younger one, inhaling his sweet scent. Bakura buried his face on the base of Ryou's neck, thinking of how lucky he was that he was with this person and not at the pharaoh's palace, getting beat to the bones for his crimes.

He was dozing off to sleep when the question came again, 'Why would gods send him an angel?'

...- tsuzuku -...