Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 9: Sick Of Rebellion

Ryou's mind was blank as he stared at the demon's empty hand, now coming to rest at his side. A smug grin was plastered to his face as he watched the angel's mouth hang open, the shoe that he was still holding, dropping to the ground with a dull thud. The angel was shaking his head slowly, as in disbelief that he had really done that.

The dominating power he was feeling at the moment was almost unbearable. His smirk widened a bit more at the thought of completely crushing the angel in his palm.

And then it clicked.

Ryou was suddenly at his side and then past it, over the edge of the tower with a scream, "MOTHER!"

His wings were spread the moment his feet left the hard surface, only to be pinned to his body again, which was glowing a soft blue color.

He had to get them back – he had to!

They were priceless to his heart; containing memories of his past that he wished to never lose.

Bakura watched as the boy fell to the ocean far below, his eyes slanted with another smirk. The boy was attempting to heal himself enough to be able to maneuver through the air at high speeds. He didn't honestly believe that he could heal himself that quickly, did he… he had even said earlier that he wasn't even strong enough to close the gash across his stomach completely.

Foolish kid.

Coming out of his thoughts a few seconds later, Bakura saw a pair of dark yellow wings, nearly a light brown in color, spread open as the body hovered for a few moments, a second, paler set of wings joining him. By the looks of things, the anklets he had thrown, and the angel after them, were headed on a collision course.

This could work too.

He smirked, moving back to grab the kid's forgotten shoe, before returning to the edge. He didn't want to miss whatever was about to happen.

Marik watched as his partner pulled his shirt over his head again, stepping up onto the small windowsill. The younger grinned at him, his pale wings slipping out through the back of his shirt and setting against his back.

"Where are we off to?" He asked, stepping from the ledge and letting his wings support his body.

The elder blonde opened his mouth to reply; only to have something land sharply against his head and slip off, followed by another. "Oww, shit! What the hell?"

His gaze followed the two falling objects and Marik held his hand downwards, a black shadow in the form of a hand stretching from his open palm and curling around the rings. Malik watched as he pulled them up closer, his expression just as confused. It wasn't until Marik had the two circlets in his hand, that he realized what they were.

Violet eyes widened slightly as he held up one of the anklets, turning it this way and that, watching it glare the orange sunlight back at him.

"A majiwaru…?" Malik looked up, his eyes widening again as he saw the white – haired angel diving towards them.

"GIVE THEM BACK!" Ryou cried out, as he became a few feet in distance from the two.

Malik moved to the side a bit out of reflex, Marik not being so quick in the air and ending up with a furious angel slamming into his body. He grunted as small fists pounded relentlessly against anything they could come in contact with, mainly his chest. The two had gotten their wings entangled on impact and they fell a few feet, before Marik was able to separate himself by quickly slipping the anklet onto his wrist and then gripping the angel's uppers arms, keeping him from landing anymore blows.

"GIVE THEM BACK, GIVE THEM BACK, GIVE THEM BACK!" Ryou chanted the scream over and over again, his feet kicking as if he were a small child throwing a tantrum. His snow – white wings flapped harshly in his anger, the right appendage now moving as high and as quickly as his left.

"Stop it!" Marik gave the angel a rough shake, his grip tightening on his arms, "Shut up or I'll kill you right here! I swear I'll let the fucking pistrix have you!"

Ryou shouted his protests a final time, his mocha eyes filled with tears of both fear and anger. But, he quieted down, his watery eyes glaring at the blonde that held him, his breathing harsh through his clenched teeth.

Marik shifted his own eyes from the glaring gaze, and looked up at Malik, who had taken a seat on the open widow ledge a few feet to his left. The younger blonde was smirking as he watched the scene play out between the other angel and demon, finding this all very amusing. He held the second majiwaru in his hand against the ledge, one tanned finger tapping lightly against it. So the kid really was the son of Shitsui…

"Bakura!" Marik looked away from the younger and up towards the top of the tower, where he saw the other demon's small form peeking over the edge at them. "Get your ass down here and control your toy!"

The white – haired fiend smirked as he witnessed the angel's feeble attempts to harm the blonde and heard the other call up to him. It seemed as though his two intentions had worked out in the end after all, as well as a bonus about to be added. He spread his black feathers, letting himself free fall headfirst for a few stories, before catching the wind under his wings and curving up a bit to gain leverage. Coasting almost mockingly up to the two blondes, Bakura hovered behind Ryou, smirking at the demon over his slim shoulder.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Marik bared his fangs and snarled at the other's seemingly oblivious tone, thrusting the angel against Bakura's chest.

"Take your little brat, I don't see why you keep him. He'd only be worth a good fuck and then I'd get rid of him." Marik grumbled, glaring back at the small boy.

Bakura let out a small chuckle, one arm closing around the angel's chest and the other around his stomach, effectively pinning the others arms completely. He placed his chin on the boys shoulder, looking up at Marik. "That's why he's not yours."

Ryou's entire body jerked when he felt the demon's tongue moving up the side of his neck, a cry escaping past his lips. Bakura smirked at this reaction, tightening his grip around the body as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, it looks as though someone still doesn't know his place in this little family, does he?" Ryou shook his head, not in agreement, but in fear of what the demon was capable of doing.

Which was pretty much whatever he wanted.

"Time to go play inside now, Ryou." Bakura taunted in a sing – song voice. He was about to bring the angel back into the castle, when Malik's voice stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I think you should hear this, Bakura."

Looking up at the angel still sitting on the ledge, he watched as the blonde held up one of the gold anklets high enough to read it, turning it as he spoke.

"This gift that I bestow to you is eternal and everlasting…"

Marik handed Malik the second circlet as he held his hand out. Ryou had tears slipping down his face as he remembered his mother's face and recited the words in his head, the last half slipping out to blend simultaneously with Malik's words.

"…The gift that is my heart and forever priceless."

Ryou hung his head as silence filtered in between the four, his tears slipping a bit faster now.

"Please… give them back… please…"

Malik's eyes lifted from the anklets in his hands, which he had read over for the third time now, and shifted from his mate, to the weeping angel, landing on Bakura's disbelieving face. Shrugging his shoulders, the smaller blonde leaned back against his hands, waiting for someone to break the silence.

A crazed smirk suddenly broke out over the white – haired demons face, his eyes closing as he let out a loud bark of a laugh, before looking at Malik, his voice low with skepticism and a hint of humor. "What a load of corny bullshit, are you sure that's what it really says?"

The frail body trapped within his arms suddenly sprang to life, snowy tresses shaking back and forth and slender legs kicking outward, narrowly missing Marik as he moved closer to Malik. Ryou let out a shrill cry of frustrated anguish, his movements so harsh that the demon that held him had to double – check his grip around his torso.

"It is NOT corny!" He screamed, shaking his head roughly. His chocolate eyes were closed tightly, trails of tears marking their way down onto his chin. "My mother gave me those words and I refuse to let you insult her in front of me! Those are the only solid objects that I have left of her!"

Bakura let out a growl, his patience now reaching its end.

"SHUT UP!"

The shout so close to his ear made the angel jump and quiver against the body, his head dropping and turning to the side slightly. He scowled mentally for allowing himself to be so easily manipulated and submissive to the demon.

"I've heard enough. You and you, "He lifted one hand from around Ryou's stomach to point to the two blondes, "Get."

Malik looked towards Marik, who did the same, before slipping off the ledge and hooking the two circlets to Bakura's belt again. Grabbing his mates' hand, he pulled the other upwards, whispering something about 'not wanting to be in the kids' place.'

Bakura watched as the two disappeared within the darkening clouds above, before flapping his wings and rising higher, until he found the still – open window to his room. Landing on the ledge and then jumping down onto the floor, he watched as the angel seemed to come back to life when he roughly threw the boy onto his bed.

Landing on his back, Ryou quickly raised himself to his elbows and looked up, his gaze fearful as he saw the demon advancing. Scrambling to turn over to crawl away, Ryou yelped as the side of his waist was gripped and he was forced back over, his heart beginning to race with fear all over again.

The demon looked down at the boy he had pinned, his mahogany eyes roving over the angel's features. Giving a feral grin, Bakura narrowed his eyes, "I'm getting real sick of your rebellion, Angel. I think it's time you learned your place with me."

Ryou's eyes widened as he watched the ivory horns begin to extend from the wild spikes of hair on the demon's head.

Not what he wanted to see.