Tenshi no Kokoro

Disclaimer: refer to first chapter

Summary: Chimera has been defeated and the Angel has emerged. But now the Angel seeks only to destroy evil. Seto and Ryuuji, aided by a reborn Marik, must overcome it to find their lover. S/R/R, YY/YB, YM/R

Warnings: eh . . . I don't really know at this stage.

Author's Notes: The long awaited sequel to 'Judgement'! I guess you've all been waiting a long time for this, ne? Well, my friend at school basically threatened me with a painful death if I didn't post this up soon. But I was going to put this on hold until I got my next fic 'By Moonlight' up and running. Then again, the characters were a bit OOC.

So anyway, I hope you enjoy the sequel!

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Chapter Three: Shall We Dance?

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The class groaned collectively as the PE (A/N: Phys Ed) teacher announced their topic for this term. Social dance. It was not a popular topic in PE class, especially when there was the fact that they were an all-male class. This was the worst possible task for them.

"Ugh, dancing with girls is bad enough," someone muttered.

"It's awkward – dancing with other guys," Kurama noted. He was looking at Hiei, who he had paired up with. "I guess – you have to be the female."

"Why?" Hiei growled dangerously.

"Because you're short!" Jounouchi laughed. "Hahahah!"

"Hey!" Yugi reprimanded, hitting his best friend over the head. "No laughing at the vertically challenged!"

They were partners. Seto and Ryuuji guessed that they would have to pair up too, seeing as it was only natural they did, but the teacher separated them.

"Otogi, Kaiba," he said, "the two of you will take different partners. We can't have two experienced people together when others need to learn! Now, Otogi, you come over here and pair up with Honda. Kaiba – well, your partner isn't exactly here yet, so you just wait a bit."

Ryuuji grimaced as he walked over to where the taller brunette was standing. Turning around, he mouthed 'Honda?' over to his friends, who either smirked, or grinned and waved at him happily. The obvious thought from these actions was 'better you than me'. He glared at them, before turning to Honda.

"Hey, Otogi," the brunette greeted.

"Can you dance, Honda?" Ryuuji asked. "Seriously."

"Uh – nope," Honda replied blandly. "Never tried."

"So you probably have two left feet." Ryuuji groaned. "Greeaaaat."

As he was silently complaining about his misfortune at having such a bad dance partner, the door to the gym had opened again to admit the newcomer. All heads turned, including Ryuuji's, and everyone surmised that this was Seto's partner. The CEO waited to see who it was.

"Bakura, you're late," the teacher grunted.

"Gomen nasai, sensei," Ryou said quietly. "I had last minute transfer details."

"Very well, go over to Kaiba. We're going to do social dancing today."

Ryou's eyes widened and they drifted over to Seto, whose eyes were almost as wide. The teacher barked out an order and the albino hurried over to the CEO, not daring to push the limits of their PE teacher's patience. He awkwardly let Seto take his hands and hold them in the correct position for this dance.

"All right, the males hold out both hands in front of them as if you're holding cups in them." The teacher demonstrated. "The females 'dip' their hands inside – no, Arima, just dip your fingers inside your partner's hands. This is how you hold each other's hands throughout this dance."

Everyone complied, awkwardly holding each other's hands. Seto and Ryou, however, were just staring at each other, wondering what to say. They hadn't talked properly in a long time, not since they had found his home and tried to restrain the Angel. The result of that visit was near catastrophic. In the struggle, the power the Angel emitted burned down half the house and the Angel had managed to escape their clutches. That was two days ago.

"Anou . . . gomen," Ryou murmured.

"Nani?"

"I –"

"Okay, now the males are always the lead," the teacher continued. "With your right hand, take your partner's hand with you in a circular motion."

They did so, Seto easily guiding Ryou.

"I caused you trouble, didn't I?"

"Now the males step back with their right foot. Not a huge step, you dolt, a small one. Females step back with your left. Now do this as you perform the circular motion with your hands."

"Not at all." Seto clasped his hands gently. "Anything for you."

Seto knew this dance well. It was the first dance he had ever learnt when he was a child. This was one of the easiest social dances. Half an hour later, the class was struggling slowly through the dance, having been walked through the steps one by one. The teacher was walking around, correcting their positions and commenting on how they were doing.

"Jounouchi!" he barked, causing the blonde to yelp. "Step with your left and then pivot on it! Bring your right foot behind you! Now, you twits, I'm going to play the music, count you in and see how you paid attention!"

He went over to the CD player, smirking at the collective groans. Ryou looked hesitant. Other things he was good at, but dancing? Seto saw the uncertainty in his eyes and smiled gently. He took both the albino's hands and held them, causing the other to look up in surprise.

"Daijoubu, just follow my lead."

"5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8!"

As the music started, Seto gracefully led Ryou through the steps. He did this just slow enough for the albino to follow, but also in time with the beat of the song. Their eyes never left each other's. Seto twirled him around once, clockwise, and then again in the opposite direction. Ryou knew he was a hopeless romantic, but he felt like he was falling in love with him all over again.

You're doing very well, Ryou

/ You're just a good teacher that's all /

The rest of the class had stopped, only to watch them. They moved with practiced ease, which was surprising, as this was only Ryou's first time dancing. Ryuuji winced when Honda, who was practicing the steps next to him, trod on his foot. He glared at the other brunette, who backed away sheepishly.

The music faded and stopped. The teacher clapped his hands together as Seto and Ryou stopped as well, looking a little dazed.

"That was great work, both of you."

Ryou flushed and freed his hands from Seto's, nodding to him politely before muttering something about getting a drink and walking away hurriedly. The teacher yelled at the rest of the class to keep practicing while he went to get something from the storeroom, calling over his shoulder as he left. Ryuuji, Kurama, Hiei, Jounouchi and Yugi went over to Seto.

"You danced with Ryou!" Ryuuji complained, jealous. "No fair, did you even notice the way he was looking at you? I would give an arm and a leg to have him look at me like that!"

"Enough of that," Seto said quickly. "I think something's going to happen. Ryuuji, you and I will follow Ryou. The rest of you, stay put and get ready to protect the class if something does happen."

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Ryou ran, panting, from the gym. The throbbing in his chest died down a little as he stopped to catch his breath. It had come so close. He held a hand up to his chest to steady the heartbeats. This would not do. If he gave in and showed weakness, then he would be taken over permanently. Then Seto and Ryuuji would be in danger.

You dance well, Ryou.

"Stop harassing me," he hissed.

Why won't you let me see your friends? Are you afraid I might kill them? Don't worry, the Gods have given me special orders not to touch them unless it's absolutely necessary.

"Leave me alone."

I can't. We are one being. You won't be able to get rid of me.

"Ryou!"

I'll let you have some peace, however. But when I take over, I take over.

The albino turned around and found himself in Seto's arms. The CEO had followed him from the gym. Behind him, Ryuuji caught up, panting heavily. They were relieved to see him unscathed. He touched Seto's shoulder lightly.

"Seto – daijoubu," he said. "You can let go."

"Why did you run, Ryou?" Seto asked, looking him in the eye. "Was it the Angel? Is he trying to take over you again?"

"You can tell us," Ryuuji added, latching an arm around Ryou's waist.

"Iya. I needed air," Ryou lied.

They stood in awkward silence, not knowing what to say. Ryuuji stroked Ryou's hair, a favourite past time of his. Seto let Ryou rest his head against his chest. It had been so long since they had had time alone together. But Ryou suddenly remembered something he had to tell them.

"Seto, Ryuuji, pay close attention," he said urgently, pulling away. "I can't control the Angel, so I never know when it's going to take over me. There's nothing you can do to help me, so don't try. Just – make sure to protect the people I'm trying to attack. When the time comes and the Angel is out of control, I want you to kill it."

"We can't do that, Ryou," Ryuuji said seriously.

"You'll have to."

"Don't you understand?" Seto asked angrily. "We can't because killing the Angel might mean killing you. We can't risk it."

"Stop being so foolish and realise that this is the only way!"

Ryuuji turned him around by the shoulders. This movement caused Ryou to stiffen and his body to convulse. Seto and Ryuuji recognised this from the previous time they had talked to Ryou. The Angel was trying to take over again.

"Go to . . . the police station . . ." Ryou gasped. "Anubis . . . danger."

He disappeared in a flash of white. Seto and Ryuuji exchanged glances. The game creator ran back into the gym to call for the others, while Seto drew out his cellphone. He began dialling Anubis' cell, trying to calm down his nerves. The demon-turned-policeman was in danger, according to Ryou. He had to be prepared.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Anubis ka?"

"Hai." Anubis paused. "Kaiba? Daijoubu ka?"

"Ryou is coming your way," Seto said quickly. "No time to explain. He says you're in danger. You and Yami better watch out – the Angel must have targeted either one of you guys."

"All right, thanks. I'll call Marik and the rest."

"We'll bring our team along."

"Ja."

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"Oi, Yami! Get your scrawny ass over here!"

The former pharaoh blinked at the sudden voice over the transmitter. Around him, his colleagues laughed at the comical look on his face. They were used to such antics from Anubis, Yami's lover, who had absolutely no clue as to bad timing. They were currently discussing the mystery murders in the area when Anubis' voice interrupted them.

"Nani, Anubis?" Yami snapped, pressing a button on the transmitter. "I'm busy, you bastard."

"Just get your ass over here," Anubis snapped. "It's an emergency."

"What happened this time?"

"Kaiba just called."

Yami's eyes widened in realisation. He turned back to his colleagues with an apologetic expression.

"Gomen, minna, this is an emergency," he said. "I'm taking the rest of the day off, okay? Ja ne."

He ran off, grabbing his coat and keys. The people left behind were blinking, though they weren't at all surprised. Yami frequently ran off like this as soon as he got a call from Anubis, or from one of his friends. They didn't know what he did, but he ran off without fail.

Yami adjusted the earpiece attached to his mobile phone as he got into the elevator. He dialled Anubis' number, pressed 'call' and waited.

"Yami?"

"Fill me in," Yami said shortly. "What did Kaiba call for?"

"They found Ryou. Before the Angel could take over, he told them that the Angel might be after us."

"And so what are we doing now?"

"Wait for me in the lobby," Anubis ordered. "We're meeting Kaiba and the others there. I'm calling Ishizu now."

"Then I'll call Marik and Malik."

They hung up and Yami immediately began calling the Ishtar brothers. Marik was busy jigging school and Malik was at home finishing an assignment due tomorrow. As a policeman, he was supposed to prevent these things, but he couldn't care less right about now.

"Moshi moshi, Ishtar residence."

"Malik, is Marik there with you?" Yami demanded.

"Yami? Hai, niisan's here."

"Great. The two of you get down to the police station at once."

". . . We're not in trouble, are we?"

"Iie. Just get you down here. It's about Ryou."

At this point, the elevator Yami had been in stopped at the lobby. He rushed out of the suffocatingly small room and walked briskly into the marbled chamber also known as the Domino Police Station lobby. Anubis was waiting for him at the rows of seats near the glass doors, yelling into his cellphone.

"Ryou, you say?" Marik's voice came on the other line. "Well, what are we waiting for? Come on Malik! We're going!"

The line was cut then, amidst Malik's surprised yelp as Marik grabbed him by the collar and bodily dragged him out the door. Yami sighed and jogged over to where Anubis sat, still shouting into the phone.

"Ishizu get down here NOW!" he was screeching. "You think your business meeting is more important than THIS? Sort out your priorities, woman!"

If it weren't for the fact that he worked there, Yami was almost certain that Anubis would have gotten himself kicked out a long time ago. Still, the people at the desk were looking near their wits end, with no way, whatsoever, of silencing the raging albino. Yami whacked him over the head calmly.

"Itai!" Anubis yelped. He turned and saw Yami, then went back to yelling into his phone. "Look, Ishizu, if you don't get here in ten minutes, then we'll have to assume you're dead."

He hung up, huffing angrily. Then he turned to Yami.

"What was that for?"

"This is a public place, Anubis," Yami said calmly. "You shouldn't yell."

"Why don't you tell Ishizu not to be so stubborn?" the albino retorted angrily. "She's about to go into a business meeting of some sort and she seems to think that it's more important than our lives!"

"Let her be. If she doesn't come, we can't do anything about it. Malik and Marik are on their way. I assume Kaiba and the others are too?"

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Where is the murderer? The murderer . . .

The Angel landed quietly on the lamp post across the street from the police station. He was invisible to normal people, so this feat didn't not surprise anyone on the street. His ice blue eyes narrowed as six people rushed inside the glass doors of the station, two at a time.

Ryou told them about my attack, he thought harshly. I must be more careful.

He shrouded himself in a spiritual barrier, thus making him invisible to any eyes, even to the Chosen. He unfurled his wings and floated down so that he was now in front of the station entrance. His prey was coming soon.

Inside the glass doors, the Chosen and the former members of Chimera were half-discussing, half-arguing in angry voices. He watched them in fascination, passing through the door and standing beside them. Standing beside Seto, to be more exact. The CEO's eyes flickered briefly over in his direction, but seeing nothing, turned back to the conversation.

"Look, we heard Ryou say it, all right?" Ryuuji said angrily.

"And how did you get to speak to Ryou?" Marik asked, jealous.

"Dance."

"Dance?" Marik's eyebrow rose. "You were dancing?"

"Damare," Seto growled. "Let's get back to the matter at hand. We don't know exactly who the Angel is about to attack, so we have to be very careful. The only clue Ryou left us is that it has to do with Anubis."

"Anubis?"

The said albino was snarling at Jounouchi, who was saying something. Yami sighed and tugged Anubis' ear back in their direction. Anubis looked at them and shrugged. He didn't know what Ryou's clue was directed them at. He wasn't even there when Ryou said it.

"It could mean that Anubis and I have been targeted," Yami said thoughtfully. "But we haven't exactly done anything evil since we were reborn. Maybe it's someone we're working with? I mean, I guess criminals could be considered evil. I've been trying to track down a murderer, but we haven't caught him yet."

"We've recently caught a serial killer," Anubis put in. "He's being transferred to jail today. But I'm not too sure when."

That's the murderer I'm looking for.

"Now tell us, Kaiba," Marik said easily, "how was your dance?"

"He danced with Bakura," Jounouchi sniggered. "They were perfect for each other. I've never seen two people so lovestruck."

The Angel scowled and made a mental note to strangle Jounouchi when his task was over. He hated when people made fun of him. If he were Ryou, then this building would have collapsed long ago. But he didn't want to kill anyone he didn't need to. It was a waste of his energy.

No time for this. He's coming.

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End Chapter Three

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Author's Notes:

Well, that was a really crappy chapter. And the dance is a real dance that I learnt about two or three weeks ago in a social dance lesson for PE. I don't think I was doing it right at the time, but when I think back on it and kind of speed it up a bit in my mind, I reckon it's an okay sort of dance.

And this chapter did NOT end with a death, or contain a death, for that matter. It's a first for this story, isn't it? Wow, maybe this is a sign that I should lay off the death scenes for a while. Give Seto and the others some scenes where they actually save the person, ne?

Yeah, right.

Anyway, REVIEW!

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