Clash Between Two Worlds

Chapter 13: Acception Or Rejection

- : Memory Sequence

Closing his eyes, Bakura briefly enjoyed the constant breeze that was washing over him, sweeping through his silver hair and gently ruffling his feathers. Flapping the large, black appendages, the demon coasted a bit higher above the wide blue waters that stretched out beneath him.

For the second time that day, he knew exactly where he was going and had a fresh plan in mind.

He had his doubts though, from what Malik had said to do… even if it did sound convincing enough. He had always been a pessimist, so of course this plan wouldn't work.

It couldn't work.

How could an angel think of him as something as close as a mate?

That was just an absurd thing to think.

Why would he even consider it?

The demon shook his head slightly, raising a hand up to his temple and opening his eyes. The sun was a good hour or two away from setting below the horizon, which meant that the spell he had cast on the angel earlier had more than likely worn off. Glancing down, he watched as the light reflected off of the surface of the water, dipping down after a moment and reaching out his fingers to trail over the small waves.

Frowning slightly, Bakura flapped once to keep himself airborne, as well as moving at the high speed he was going. The knot in his stomach was still present, making the demon feel a bit sick. Ever since he had been told what he had to do and left the small room in the back of the club with Malik, he had been nervous. Something he didn't like feeling at all. He remembered what the young blonde had said to him before he had left…

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Stepping back out into the blasting music and throbbing crowd, Malik led Bakura through the bodies, towards the bar. Pale fingers fidgeted slightly with the thin silver chain that was hung around his neck, before tucking it into his shirt. The demon winced slightly when one of the twisting red lights on the ceiling flashed in his eyes, leaving him temporarily blinded and allowing a body to carelessly rub up against his. Growling down at the girl who had maneuvered herself on to his chest, he twitched, pushing the female off of him. Ignoring the disappointed girl, he moved away and caught up with Malik, looking up when he heard a voice calling over the music: "Malik! Malik, get your ass over here and help me!"

Searching over the many heads and hairstyles, he spotted unmistakable blonde spikes and saw Marik waving over the mass of demons surrounding the entire length of the bar, indicating that he couldn't serve them all by himself in a timely manner.

Malik waved a hand at him and Bakura caught the mutter, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming…" before he disappeared in to the crowd.

Not wanting to gain any more attention than he knew he already had, Bakura began heading for the way he had come in, before the singular voices of Malik and Marik called out his name. Turning halfway, he saw Malik rise up on his toes to see him over a woman's shoulder.

"Non trade si voles profecto haedum."

Bakura felt himself smirk, looking over to Marik, who called, "Everything all right?"

He turned and lifted his longest finger into the air, disappearing past the black curtain.

-

'Non trade si voles profecto haedum.' His mind went over the phrase a few more times, 'Don't give up if you truly want the kid.'

His wings flapped and he could hear the soft jingling of the two majiwaru at his side, making him look back at them. They were clipped, once again, to one of the many hooks along his belt and bouncing gently in the breeze.

That stupid angel…

A dark glint from behind him caught his eyes, the small hairs on the back of his neck suddenly rising. His eye twitched in annoyance, watching as a large, crescent -shaped horn rose from the waters, draped with glistening green seaweed. The appendage was following him and gaining quickly, before disappearing back under the water.

Growling to himself at this persistent game the pistrix liked to play, he slowed down, finally moving up and hovering a few yards above the ocean. The hairs on his neck tingling slightly, he suddenly bolted upwards, his wings snapping repeatedly in the wind.

Chancing a look down, he saw the open mouth of a pistrix coming towards him and spun out of the way. As he turned back to face the creature, his eyes widened slightly as he saw the shark twist its own neck, the sharp horn headed straight for him. Taking in a sharp breath, Bakura sucked his thin stomach in even further, the knife – like horn slicing the lower half of his shirt.

Cursing to himself, he looked down, the pistrix falling back into the water with a large splash. Placing one hand at the wide cut through his shirt, the demon grumbled in annoyance, listening to the sounds of water falling as the shark reemerged. Frowning, he turned back around, dropping down onto a large, rough snout. Digging his hands into his pockets, Bakura gave dusky yellow eyes a scowl.

"Hey, you fuck." Feathers ruffled and folded in irritation against his back. "That was uncalled for; I liked this shirt."

Clouded eyes narrowed at the small demon on its nose, a growl emitting from its throat, 'Vidi angelum qui servavit tuam vitam.' (I saw the angel who saved your life.)

Bakura stiffened slightly, before huffing and looking towards the sun again, "Yeah, so?"

'Amo eum... est dissimilis novusque.' (I like him… he's different and new.)

Dark eyes darted down to glare into glinting yellow, as he listened to the low voice echo in his mind. "He's mine, fuck off."

The black pistrix tilted its head slightly, watching the demon, 'Amasne eum quoque, daemon?' (You like him too, Demon?)

Another snarl made its presence known, "Stay away from him, Lanius."

The pistrix cast its head back sharply this time, causing Bakura to throw open his wings. Long whines and deep barks filled the air as its large black jaw snapped open and closed, which Bakura knew was its own freakish laughter. Stepping down onto its nose again when the shark lowered its head, Bakura moved closer, crouching down in front of its large eyes.

"What's so funny."

'Flebilis animal... in amorem angelo incidis? Dedecori es tuo generi.' (Pathetic creature… falling in love with an angel? You disgrace your race.)

Sinking back down into the ocean, Lanius disappeared, leaving the slightly embarrassed, but more so irritated, demon hovering above the waves.

"Fucking pistrix…"

Rising higher into the cool air, Bakura saw his home in the distance and quickly becoming larger. He was still uneasy, if not to say nervous, about what he planned to do, but figured that he should just suck it up and be the demon that he was.

It sounded good to him, at least.

As he reached his bedroom window, he was faintly surprised to find that the large opening was, well… still open and waiting for him to re-enter. Touching down on the ledge, Bakura looked over to his bed, only to find it empty.

Again… surprise, surprise.

The soft rustle of clothing and a small whimper caught his ears though, the demon turning to look to his left. Stepping onto the carpet soundlessly, Bakura made his way over to a large mirror that took up a quarter of the far wall.

The younger male sat in front of it, hands pressed against the glass. The white wings that normally adorned the angel's back were gone, leaving a large hole in the shirt he wore and exposing a good portion of his pale back. Without the support of the twin appendages, the large material slipped off of one shoulder, making the demon smirk slightly. He didn't seem to notice Bakura standing at his back, nor when he sat down behind him. There was no reflection of the two; only a picture of a small village – like area, surrounded by clouds. He recognized it as the heart of where the angel's lived.

Ryou jumped when a pair of black – clad legs appeared around his sides and stiffened when two arms wrapped around his chest. Turning his head to look towards the one behind him, watery chocolate eyes met concerned mahogany.

"Angel, what's the matter?"

Brown orbs watched him in silence for a moment, his bottom lip trembling slightly, before he turned back around and pointed to the screen. His finger pressed softly against the glass, making the picture zoom in closer on the village, indicating slightly larger houses than before.

Bakura watched as the angel pointed towards one of the smaller homes that looked a bit beaten down, but didn't touch the glass.

"That's my home…" He whispered almost inaudibly.

"You live alone." It wasn't a question, just a statement that caught the angel by surprise. He hesitated, keeping his eyes on the glass and his voice quiet.

"…Yes, I… I do live alone…"

The older male said nothing further, lifting his arm instead to press his finger against the bottom left corner of the glass, making the visual go back to the entire picture of the village. Pressing the pad of his finger against the top right corner this time, the mirror brought up the picture of a large field, filled with rows of large statues. Scanning the field, the demon could feel Ryou shaking slightly in his arm, pressing his finger on one of the familiar – looking female statues. A closer shot of the statue came up and Ryou held back a choked sob, the female in the picture resembling him immensely, with the addiction of a female body.

"Mother…" He whispered

By looking at the statue and those around it, Bakura was able to gather that each angel was given a replica of themselves from stone. The female they were both looking at was smiling warmly, gray eyes carved to be looking straight ahead, arms wrapped gently around her stomach.

"How… how did you know where the graves were…"

Bakura nearly missed the question it was so quiet. He shrugged lightly, not exactly wanting to get into the topic, but knew he was about to, "Just… I use this to look at anywhere I want in the world; usually just for kicks and shit… get my bearings if I actually have somewhere to be or something." He shrugged again, keeping his eyes off of the young boy in front of him. "But, I've also watched your people… seen some funerals, knew where to push."

He felt a shudder in his arm and watched as the angel hung his head, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes and sniffling. The demon hesitated for a moment, before tightening his grip around the smaller male with both arms and pulling him back to lean against his chest. The angel made no struggle against him, whether it was because he knew fighting him was pointless or because he actually needed the comfort, turning his head to lie against his chest.

Heaving another shaky breath as he felt the warmth around him, Ryou tightened his closed eyes, his teeth biting into his shivering bottom lip. Turning his body as he felt a fresh wave of hot tears spilling down his cheeks, the angel had only meant to hide his face within the others chest, but soon found himself not only doing that, but also slipping one arm around the demon's side to clutch at the back of his shirt and the other gripping the front in a fist.

The demon was taken aback by the angels' sudden seemingly desperate touches for comfort and decided that it was in his best interest to accommodate the younger.

Keeping Ryou tight against his chest, Bakura spread his wings; only to close them back around the angel, the black feathers brushing and mingling in with his snowy locks. The dark male placed his chin against the crown of the younger boys head, feeling him tremble still, small whimpers and sniffles being the only sounds he made. Bakura knew that this was probably the most opportune time to make his proposition, though… well; it would be wise to wait until the kid ran about of water to spout.

Sighing to himself, he shifted his head slightly to a more comfortable position, smelling the angel's light scent from his hair. How these creatures managed to smell so good without bathing in days was beyond him. Maybe it was the little trip into the ocean a day or so back that did the trick.

His hand twitched involuntarily and the demon realized that It rested on the bare skin of Ryou's back. He was warm, so Bakura moved his fingers slightly against him and couldn't help the small red tinge that spread across his nose. Exhaling from his nose in annoyance at his reaction, the demon lifted his head, noticing that the angel was no longer shaking… well, as badly.

Ryou suddenly pushed himself away, only finding that he couldn't move from the other completely; one of his arms locked around his lower back. Sniffling, he turned his head as he had before, allowing his bangs to fall in and shield his face.

"I-I…" His soft voice faltered for a moment, before he spoke again, "I apologize, Bakura… I… didn't mean to break down like that… I-I just…"

Bakura lifted his free hand, tilting the others chin up towards him. He used his thumb to gently wipe away a tear that had begun to slip down his cheek, giving the smaller creature a hesitant look. Clearing his throat as chocolate eyes watched him in silence; Bakura looked away, knowing he couldn't put it off any longer.

Taking a breath, the demon reached back, unclipping the two rings from his belt. Opening his wings slightly, Bakura placed them into the angel's lap, muttering, "Yeah, uhm… here."

Ryou blinked in surprise, looking down at the shining anklets resting against his thigh. His majiwaru? But…

"Why…?" He looked back up at the demon, confused.

Mahogany eyes refused to meet his, as they stared off to towards the demons bed.

He couldn't do this…

This was stupid.

Then again, the angel was his… he would stay if he wanted him to. But… he wanted him happy.

Fucking angels.

Making his internal dispute known with a snort, Bakura felt his hand moving under his hair, searching for the clasp.

"Look, Kid…" Bakura kept his eyes on his hand, which now held a silver chain. But before Ryou could get a good look at what was hanging in the middle, the demon pulled it around his neck, shifting his white hair out of the way in order to clip it together.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, so you'd better listen." He pulled his hands away, letting the necklace fall against the younger males' chest. Ryou looked down, his eyes widening again in surprise, shock, and confusion. A single glistening black feather lay against his palm as he lifted it higher, about six inches in length.

Was this…?

No… he wouldn't be… would he?

Ryou looked up again in time to meet the demon's mahogany eyes as he spoke.

"Will you accept the gifts of my home and protection as mating bonds, Ryou?"