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Summary:A god has never tasted dirt before, because a god sits in his throne in heaven for all eternity. But when you fall for god, all you wantis for the god to see you as anequal. And todo that youhave tobring about their fall even if they have to taste dirt for the first time.

Warnings: Yaoi (boyxboy) Darkshipping (BakuraxYami)

Notes: Italicized is thought or memory or flashback.

Fall From Heaven:
Chapter 1

You only see me as something filthy, a thief, a tomb robber, a liar, and a cheat. I can never be higher than dirt to you, can I? I can never reach you, can I? After all you, you are high above me. You are content in your seat in the heavens, looking down upon those who aren't as mighty as yourself; who aren't and never will be a considered a GOD. And I, I am standing in the depths of hell, striving to reach you, striving for you to look at me as an equal.

But I can't seem to achieve this. So I, I am going to be… Let's be poetic about this… I am going to be your fall from heaven. I am going to be the reason you dirty your wings, causing your pure white wings to blacken in color.

I have done this once before, and you have punished me for it. I suffered then, because I fell in love with you, and you didn't feel the same way about me. But I plan to do it once again and I am going to make you fall in love with me and I am not going to fall in love with you.

I am going to make sure you feel regret and sorrow if you do punish me. Yet if you don't penalize me for taking you off your throne, I am going to make you hurt and suffer and cry. Just like you made me do all those years ago, except this time, I am going to make sure that you feel what I felt ten fold.

I think of this as a game, a game that the great King of Games cannot win. Because I intend on being the victor, and boasting about my triumph making him feel inferior. I know I'm going to win; after all I have the upper hand.

A simple sorry from him won't help matters. He put me through hell, treated me like I was nothing, and if he thinks that he can just take it all back then he's wrong. Because I poured my heart to him once, and he turned around and walked away. I'll be damned if I ever fall in love with him again, and he can forget my going back to him.

His parting words were so cruel that they tore my heart, my mind, and my soul apart. The single line of white that marred the blackness in my life was suddenly colored black again. Because of this I can never forget what he said.

"A thief doesn't deserve to love and a Pharaoh is above love."

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Bakura, sat under a large oak tree, taking huge bites of the raw steak he had Ryou pack him for lunch. Occasionally, he glanced at the group that his hikari hung out with, making sure that his aibou was okay and sneaking glances at the ex-spirit of the Sennen Puzzle.

The ex-spirit of the Sennen Ring, sighed as he remembered memories of Ancient Egypt. Memories that he wished he could live in and memories in which he wished never happened.

It was hard being an anachronism. He belonged to Ancient Egypt, where the harvest depended on the rise of the Nile, and the sun looked down upon the land like a mother would look down upon her child. Where the heat pounded against your body, causing you to sweat unbearably, but most important was the desert. The endless ocean of miniscule grains of sand, the stretched on farther than the eye could see.

The perfect place to hide after stealing a large amount of loot, yet this ocean of sand was dangerous to strangers and even to those that had grown up on it. Many had died from lack of water, from starvation, from the heat and from sand that could drown you. Many had died and not many could survive this trap, yet he had survived. This trap had refused to swallow him, but allowed him to leave unscathed every time he entered. This was where he had first met, him.

Besides his love for his native land, Domino's summer was like winter in Egypt. The winter in Domino was colder than he had ever experienced or imagined. And Ryou said it was colder in England! The scorching sun that he had predicted for the season turned out to be a sun usually blocked by clouds, and occasionally when it was really cold outside white flakes, called snow, would fall from the sky.

Other than the weather, Bakura had to attend school. He had never known any other torture-except for that event of course- that he had ever felt such pain and hatred. The teachers gave them loads of work, probably hoping that the stress would weigh them down and cause them to become old and senile much faster, and join the legions of senior citizens around the world.

Thinking about school, Bakura scoffed at the memory of overhearing his teacher, Mr. Amamiya, stating that the future didn't look very good if the teenagers of Domino High School were going to rule the country.

Damn straight, Bakura thought. Everyone would either be dead, because they pissed me off, broke because I stole from them numerous times or injured because I was bored. Nothing fights boredom better than some good old fashioned fighting where there is lots of blood painting the ground.

The thief closed his eyes, and let his mind wander.

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"I've never been scared of someone before. Maybe a little intimidated, but never scared. But you, you scare me with your beautiful crimson eyes and amazing smile. I'm so scared that I'll love you forever, and you'll only want me for a few moments in your life," the King of Thieves whispered as he stood beside the bed of the sleeping Pharaoh.

Yami's lids were closed, concealing the beautiful color of his eyes. A small smile graced his handsome features, a smile that only a lowly peasant was allowed to see, a smile that only a lowly peasant could cause, and that lowly peasant was him.

Golden bangs framed Yami's angled face, and red tipped black hair spread behind him. The moonlight entered the room in a beam of light, descending upon the ruler of a vast land, and Bakura had to inhale sharply.

The image before him was not the image of a mere pharaoh, but an angel, or a God. Something more devastatingly beautiful than the strikingly gorgeous ruler that people saw in the day light; no, only darkness could bring out the true beauty of this soul not the sunlight that everyone shied from.

Bakura gently caressed the side of his lover's face, and felt Yami lean into his touch. Slowly Bakura leaned in to lovingly kiss the pharaoh on the forehead before he turned to leave. It only lasted a moment, and the next thing Bakura knew he was already on the balcony. He turned to look backwards, one more glance before he had to leave, only to find his lover standing there, in all his naked glory.

"See you tomorrow love?" asked Yami, hope shining in his ruby eyes.

Bakura had to smile, somehow the pharaoh was able to bring out a side of him he didn't know existed. A side of him that knew how to care for someone, a side of him that didn't want to hurt people for no reason at all, a side of him that wanted to COMMIT to a single person and leave his profession behind. This side of him was a secret, a secret between himself and the pharaoh, just like the secret about their affair, between a peasant and a ruler.

"Tomorrow," Bakura affirmed before he started his climb over the railing and slowly onto the ever shifting sands.

Crimson locked with chocolate once his feet landed upon the ground. A promise of tomorrow and what would come.

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"Feh, stupid Pharaoh," murmured Bakura.

"What about a stupid pharaoh?" replied a smooth and silky voice.

Bakura knew only too well who it belonged to. He looked up, glared at his opponent, and locked eyes with exotic crimson.

"I'll tell you what I think about you. I think that your enlarged head is shoved too far into that ass of yours with all the hero-shipping you receive from those so called friends of yours. I believe that your act of fearlessness is actually a façade, a mask to hide your cowardice and I think that your ego could fill every nook and cranny in this universe," retorted the ex-tomb robber.

"I agree, I do have a nice ass," smirked Yami, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I agree with you too, but I can think of something better to do with that ass of yours that doesn't include just staring at it," this time it was Bakura's time to smirk as Yami's smirk faded.

"Faggot," sneered the ex-pharaoh.

"Proud of it too!" replied the white haired teen. "But just so you know Yami, you are gay and that's okay. Also you can always count on me to say that it's okay; it's in your DNA, and tell you you're gay everyday."

Yami scowled before he turned and walked away. Bakura's smirk only enlarged, but as soon as the ex-spirit of the Sennen Puzzle was out of sight, the smirk turned into a frown.

"If I had it my way, it wouldn't have turned out like this. I never asked for this ending," Bakura mumbled as he gathered his lunch and threw them away in the nearest trash can, before deciding to skip school altogether.

"As cheesy as this sounds, it would've been a happy ending. Though it seems that happy endings aren't too found of me."

A/N: Please review and please be kind this is my first story that I have ever posted. and that's the truth!