Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 8: Sense Of Adventure

The angel and demon walked in silence, Bakura with a smug look to his expression and Ryou with his mocha eyes cast directly toward the floor. The two were no longer connected by the wrist and hand, but now walked almost casually, the smaller boy trailing obediently behind his captor.

Ryou's eyes were almost hidden behind his bangs, as the snowy tresses hung in defeat over his bandaged forehead. Unshed liquid covered his orbs in a thin sheet, his mind refusing to let the tears fall for the demon once more.

The demon had no right to take what belonged to him, especially something that he kept so closely to his heart. Not only did they represent something as important as a chosen mate, but also… he sighed quietly. It didn't matter now… he couldn't fight a demon and win. Not until his wing could support him again, at least…

A snap of air made the angel gasp with a start, his head lifting quickly. Steely mahogany eyes stared down at him, black wings coming to rest against his back. With a small smirk and his eyes trained on the youth, Bakura raised a hand, placing his palm against the door they had stopped in front of. Ryou's own eyes broke away from those above him, traveling to look at the demon's hand. The door under his fingers was dark red, nearly brown in color, a line of symbols seeming to be carved into the middle.

Swallowing the small lump that had formed in the back of his throat, Ryou's eyes flicked back up to Bakura's and then back to his hand, his expression questioning. In one swift motion, a single, pale finger slid across the symbols, the indentations glowing a fiery red, before dying down again.

Ryou reached out his own hand in fascination, before stopping and pulling his fingers away before they could touch the smooth – looking surface. Taking a few hesitant breaths, the angel met Bakura's gaze, his question soft, "What does it mean…?"

Smirking again, the demon replied, "In short: Fuck off."

Pushing the door open, the wood split down the middle, parting into double doors. Stepping into the room, he left the angel's side, disappearing around a corner. The angel didn't move though, his eyes fixed on the size of the space in front of him.

This was, by far, the largest room he had ever seen, no less for a bedroom. A king size canopy bed was pressed up against the wall straight ahead of him, covered with black and silver sheets and blankets, red pillows adorning the headboard. Silver tulles hung down each sides of the bed, almost seeming to glow as they shimmered in a breeze. Moving his gaze to the right, Ryou saw the monstrously large window that covered a bit more than half the length of the wall. Pale sunlight was pouring in, bathing the entire room in a mixture of reds and oranges. The glass was open slightly, letting a breeze blow in and ruffle the deep red curtains that hung to the floor.

As he looked around further, he saw many of the different technological devices he had seen on Earth; a rather large stereo system was placed next to the window, the black speakers as tall as him, if not a few inches taller. Hung on the wall all the way to his right, was the biggest … what were they call again? Televisions? Yes… human's called them 'TV' for short. Next to the device, he saw himself peeking around the corner in a body – length mirror. Odd… who knew demon's cared about their appearances like that?

Carefully stepping a few feet into the room, Ryou was suddenly nailed in the head with something black. Taking it from atop his head, he uncurled the material, watching as it fell into the shape of a tank top, with the words '0 Angel' written across the front in red lettering.

"I know it's a bit cliché, but…" The sentence was trailed off into a mumble.

Blinking, Ryou looked over at Bakura, who was just straightening and pulling another sleeveless shirt over his head, his wings seeming to melt to nothing underneath the fabric. As the other male finished adjusting the shirt over his stomach (which read 'Burn' in mixed flaming red and yellow letters), he bent low to pick up a pair of gray shoes and smirked as he stood tall again, walking over towards the angel. Placing a single finger under the others chin, Bakura pushed his jaw up, his smirk widening.

"I know, I'm just too hot for my own good, aren't I?"

At this, Ryou blushed furiously, throwing his eyes to the floor immediately. He hadn't even realized that he had been staring, no less his mouth falling open! Oh, how truly embarrassing…

Bakura laughed at this, ruffling the angel's hair, before walking over to the huge window. Ryou turned his back, suddenly feeling very exposed without a shirt in the demon's presence. Quickly pulling the shirt on over his own carefully hidden wings, which ended up being a good three sizes too big, Ryou winced at the dull throbbing where his wing should be, before deciding to ignore it.

Turning back around, he studied that demon standing before the large window, engulfed in the fading sunlight. Rubbing his arm across his nose in the hope of wiping the red stain away, the angel fidgeted slightly in his spot, before the demon looked over to him.

"Come here."

Ryou hesitated, taking timid steps forward, the soft jingling of his remaining anklets giving away his movements. The demon pushed the window open completely as the angel made his way over, his patience beginning to disappear as he turned around, finding the boy still not at his side.

"Damnit Boy, hurry up!"

The angel was quickly standing next to him after that, his head lowered, one arm laying against his stomach to hold onto his other arm. Bakura stepped up onto the window's ledge, holding out his free hand, his arm adorning different spiked bracelets and wrist cuffs.

"Let's go."

Ryou looked up, his white bangs falling to the sides to frame his face. Confusion lit the majority of his eyes up, mixed with hesitation and distrust.

"Where… what… but there's no where to go." His voice was innocent enough, giving no hint to begin an argument.

Bakura scowled anyways, bending down to grab the Innocent's wrist and pull him up onto the ledge with him. A rustle was heard as the demon slipped his wings out from two cuts in the back of his shirt and flexed the dark appendages, before stepping off the footrest and pulling the angel out the window.

He cried out, both hands clasping tightly to the demon's one arm as his wings desperately tried to escape from the loose confines of his new shirt; the feeling of his wings disabled making his heart pound all the harder. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt the air rushing past his body as he was lifted upwards. The sensation suddenly stopped and he felt solid ground under his feet, his eyes opening, only to see the orange sky all around them, the red sun beginning to sink past the ocean line.

The arm he had been holding with a death grip was pried from his grasp as Bakura landed next to him, the demon folding his wings. Ryou realized that they must have been on top of one of the towers; though… what they would be doing up here wasn't clear.

Bakura watched the angel make his way over to the side of the tower, his gaze lowering over the edge. Looking the boy up and down, he smirked slightly, seeing his white feathers protruding from under the hem of his shirt. His smirk faded though as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes lowering further to look at the angel's bare feet. He saw the golden trinket he had left around his left ankle, but saw that there were yet another two on his right.

He would just have to even that number out.

Holding out his one hand, Bakura called, "These yours, Kid?"

Ryou turned to look over his shoulder, spotting the items hanging off two of the demon's fingers. Walking closer, he recognized them as his own shoes – he thought he had lost them somewhere! But before he could take them from him, Bakura turned him around, pulling a knife from his belt and making a quick slice across his back. Ryou whimpered in surprise but felt no pain. Instead, he only felt the breeze against his back. Realizing what the demon had done, the angel slipped his wings through the slit, stretching them out the best he could and not feeling the dread of confinement in his chest anymore.

Ryou took his shoes and sat down, pulling one of the gray objects onto his left foot. As his fingers brushed against his one majiwaru, chocolaty eyes saddened, before narrowing slightly, looking up in hopes to see his other anklet hanging from the fiend's belt.

But he wasn't at his side anymore.

Gasping in surprise when he felt hands on his right leg, Ryou instinctively tried to pull away, fearing for the loss of another majiwaru. His eyes widened as he saw Bakura kneeling on his other side now, his fingers slipping off a second anklet.

"No!" Ryou made a swipe at the circlet, falling to his side and Bakura chuckled, disappearing from view.

"Where's your sense of humor, Angel?"

Ryou turned to look behind him, seeing the demon standing at the edge of the circular tower. He was grinning darkly, both of his gold rings in his hand, glinting in the suns dying rays.

"Please! It's not funny! Give them back!" Ryou stood up quickly, his one shoe in his hand.

"No sense of humor?" Bakura raised a silver brow, "Well then."

Ryou's brown eyes widened drastically and his mouth opened in horror as the demon held his arm out to the side, his wrist flicking and letting the rings drop over the edge, to the water below.

"How about a sense of adventure?"