Summary: When a criminal is introduced to his guardian angel, it isn't exactly love at first sight. But soon, Bakura will do almost anything to protect his angel, even if it means journeying to the depths of hell to do it.
Rating: M
Warnings: Religious themes, yaoi, cursing, alcohol and drug use, suggestive themes.
Pairings: BakuraxRyou, MalikxMarik, YamixSeto (for SoulStealerReigns4Ever, since it's her favorite pairing).
AN: Sorry this took me so long to update... I kind of lost the plot, but I think I've found it again. Also, cookie goes to vash aka silver wolf! -- cookie for you. Lucifer is Mariku (Yami Malik).
Enjoy the chapter, even though its short!
Yuugi blinked. "Gabriel wants you to do WHAT?"
"To go to Earth and save the soul of my human," Ryou repeated.
"That's insane!" Yuugi said, fluttering his wings again. "We don't DO that kind of thing anymore, Ryou. Too many of us fall that way!"
Ryou sighed and gazed upward, his chocolate eyes shimmering. "What am I supposed to do? Disobey a direct order from the Seraph?"
When Ryou put it that way, Yuugi guessed that there was really nothing they COULD do. "All right," the tiny angel said in defeat. "But just... be careful Ryou."
Ryou allowed a small smile to grace his features. "Aren't I always?"
Yuugi sputtered, his wings flapping in agitation. "I still don't like it, Ryou. What if you fall? I don't want to lose our friendship."
"Don't worry, Yuugi," Ryou reassured his friend. "I'll be fine. It may take me a bit, but I'll be back before you know it. You could even come down and visit if you miss me that much."
Yuugi glared at Ryou, the look alien on his angelic features. "You know I don't visit Earth anymore, Ryou."
"I-I'm sorry, Yuugi. I forgot—"
"Obviously," Yuugi spat before spinning on his heel and walking away.
Ryou sighed. He had truly forgotten why Yuugi did not want him to go to Earth. The smaller angel's previous lover had fallen when he'd visited Earth a few hundred years before. But Ryou wasn't Yami, and he would NOT fall, no matter what the tempation.
"Is that him?" Yami whispered.
Kaiba looked through the window. "That looks like him."
Yami sighed and placed his hands behind his head. "You ever get the feeling we're not told everything?"
"All the time."
Through the window pane, the two demons observed their target with little more than feigned interest. Yami particularly didn't like being given such a boring assignment, but with Kaiba there as well, if they got bored... They could find ways to otherwise occupy themselves. In fact, Yami was finding that he was losing a battle with the bordom king at the moment, so he nuzzled his lover's neck. "Seto... I'm bored," he whined.
"Find some other way to entertain yourself, then," Kaiba growled, though he made no move to disengage his small lover from his neck. "We're working."
"But..." Yami pleaded, nipping at the brunette's neck. "I like entertaining myself this way."
"He's moving."
Kaiba's blunt announcement startled Yami out of trying to seduce the taller male. "So?" the spiky haired demon retorted.
Pinning Yami with his icy stare, Kaiba spoke as if talking to a small child. "Because, love, we're assigned to watch him, so it would matter greatly if he took off somewhere, because then we would have to follow him in order to complete our job."
With a huff, Yami returned to watching their albino prey. This was so boring. He couldn't believe that Lucifer had pinned this assignment on him and Kaiba. This was clearly grunt work. Demons of higher class, such as himself, should not be expected to babysit humans... even if they were supposed to be—
A yell from the inside turned Yami's attention back to the window. And what he saw did not make him a very happy demon.
Not at all.
All in all, Bakura's day had been going pretty well. He decided that he deserved the day off, so all he was going to do was lie around, drink, and watch TV. A thief was entitled to his day of rejuvenation, wasn't he?
The only problem being that Bakura had this feeling of being watched. Ever since he woke up, the little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end whenever he stood still for an extended period of time. He would whirl around at random moments, hoping to catch whoever dare to spy on him, but there was never anyone there.
Malik's analysis was that Bakura was finally losing it. Bakura gave him a punch in the mouth for that educated guess. He was NOT going crazy. Well, that's what he'd told himself all morning... until his look-alike appeared in the middle of his living room.
Ryou wasn't sure exactly where his charge lived now. He'd given up keeping track of him a year ago. But he had a feeling that Bakura was living in one of the bigger homes on the outskirts of town. How he managed to afford it, Ryou didn't know, nor did he wish to. His objective was to save Bakura's soul, and that what he was going to do.
He located Bakura through the special link that all guardian angels have with their charges, and appeared in the center of Bakura's living room.
When Bakura saw Ryou appear out of thin air, being the manly, tough and fearless thief that he was, he screamed, leaping over the back of the couch. "Who the bloody fuck are you!" he shouted, peeking cautiously over his hiding place. So much for the manly, tough, and fearless thief...
Ryou blinked, momentarily overwhelmed by his surroundings. He refocused his attention on Bakura and sucked in a breath. He was... beautiful. Beautiful in the forbidden fruit sort of way. Ryou had to swallow hard and try not to concentrate on the thief's well-defined torso. "M-my name is Ryou," he replied in answer to Bakura's earlier question.
"Well that's all bloody fine and dandy, but what the fuck are you doing in my house!" Bakura hissed, still wary of the creature that invaded his living room.
Ryou's wings fluttered, a sure sign of his agitation. "Well, I... you see, Mr. Bakura."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. Mr. Bakura?
The white-haired angel caught his bottom lip between his teeth before continuing. "I'm your guardian angel... and I'm here to save your soul."
Bakura blinked, then he burst out laughing. "Save my soul?" the albino thief scoffed. "Kid, my soul is utterly beyond saving. Now get out of my house."
Just then, Malik decided to make his grand entrance. He spun into the room, twirling on his tippy toes. "'KURA!" he squeaked. Large lavender eyes blinked, first looking at Bakura, then his cuter look-alike. An etastic grin spread itself across Malik's tanned features, and he let out a loud squeal of joy.
"It's like a dream come true!" he practically shrieked. "Two Kuras!"
Ryou blinked. This blonde boy must be Bakura's... well... friend, to put it loosely. Before he knew it, Malik had leaped at Ryou, knocking him to the floor. The blonde nuzzled the angel, petting his white hair, and grinning like the Chesire Cat.
"He's pretty."
Bakura could barely keep from laughing outloud at the sight before him. His look-alike sprawled flat on his back with Malik ontop of him. This made Bakura think of certain... other things that the other males could be doing. The pale boy's skin contrasting with Malik's tanned flesh. Their bodies entangled in an erotic art...
"BAKURA!" screeched Malik, startling the thief out of his fantasty.
He glared at the platinum blonde. "What, Ishtar?"
Malik quirked his head to the side, his shimmering blonde hair falling across his face. "You zoned out... It was scary."
Cue the sweatdrop. "Just... get rid of the kid," Bakura said, spinning on his heel and walking away.
Malik was completely unfazed by Bakura's blunt manner and turned to Ryou. "Don't mind, 'Kura. He's kinda grumpy today... Anyways. I'm Malik! And you are?"
"R-Ryou."
"Hi there," Malik beamed. "You're really pretty."
Ryou blinked. "Oh... thankyou. I think."
"No problem... Say, how'd you get inside anyway?"
"I'm Bakura's guardian angel... and his soul is in mortal danger," Ryou explained.
Malik blinked, then burst out laughing. "Wow... That's a good one. Bakura's guardian angel. You look more like his twin brother, but you're much more beautiful!"
Ryou sighed. This was going to be rather... difficult.