Author's Notes:
Well, happy birthday Yugi-kun. Hmm, so, another plot movement for the story. I guess you should get pretty used to seeing these from now. It is no longer a static plot, but instead one that will lead you to being actually happy that you followed or favorited the story.
A Call to War
"Guys..." The word is said softly as Ryou enters the room where his other friends are awaiting his message. Their prince had been previously called down to a meeting with their council in order to decide how to deal with the attack. They all turn to look at him, their eyes shining in apprehension.
"What's wrong, Ryou?" Yugi asks, his voice laced with concern.
"It's my father." Ryou whispers, too afraid to make eye contact with the friends he had known for his entire life. Family had always been a, well, unspoken discussion. No one had anything good to bring to the table, so the table was always left empty.
"Is he dead? Oh no Ryou!" Malik exclaims, immediately encasing the boy in as big of a hug as he possibly could. Ryou gently pries off his friend and shakes his head, his long white locks bouncing from side to side, forming a streak behind him.
"No, it's worse. He has demanded that we go to war with the demons. We have to march in and make the proclamation. He blames them for everything." Ryou informs, whispering the last part as tears start welling up in his eyes. He had just gotten his boyfriend back and he is about to lose him again. The boy blinks rapidly, remembering all his lessons that enforced the belief that tears are a form of weakness. His father showed him how NOT to be weak. He was not going to let those lessons go to waste.
"Well, it would make sense. I don't see why you are trying to protect the demons." Anzu advises. looking pointedly at Ryou. She's an advisor and she knows what happened between the demon prince and their prince, but that doesn't mean that she approve of their relationship or even his sexual preference. As his female advisor, her job is to help him find the love of his life. Should she fail, she would have to marry the prince herself, which was something that spurred her to work harder. After all, she prefers Yugi. Then again, there is always that demon that looks like Yugi, but she refuses to stray from her angelic roots.
"Bakura's family was killed too!" Ryou exclaims, more tears streaming down his cheeks. It is bad enough that his father, his only remaining family member, hates Bakura, but one of his best friends hates him now too! "Tell me what is wrong with him; he hasn't wronged me in any way and I can confirm the fact that he loves me. Have any of the girls you tried to set me up with done that? No, even for angels they're dirty; they just want the power. Power corrupts the mind! Have you not noticed how insane my father is?!" Ryou hisses, his brown eyes glaring with a hidden fire.
Anzu stares at the prince whose cheeks are now bright red from his little outburst. She wants to say something to prove him wrong, but she knows that her words would prove to be ultimately futile. She knows what true love is, and she can see it radiating off of Ryou in large amounts. "Okay, so what do we do?" She finally asks softly, and Ryou's face softens into a smile like the fight seconds ago hadn't transpired.
"Well, I have the parchment right here for the message. I'm going to go to the remains of the demon castle and look for Bakura, since technically he is king now. Any of you guys wish to join me?" Ryou asks; and immediately Malik, Yugi, and Joey are up, all of them looking determined. The group then looks at Anzu and the girl sighs.
"I-I just can't, it goes against everything I learned growing up." Anzu explains softly. The guys nod, though Joey does roll his eyes, causing Anzu to let out a depressed sigh. She would love to join her friends and shirk her responsibilities. Life wasn't as simple as, 'oh, let me jump in and follow the crowd.' She had duties to fulfill, and regardless of her wishes and personal desires, she had to stick to what she learned.
"C'mon guys, I can use the transport spell," Ryou murmurs. The boy waves his arms, causing white flakes that seem to fall from the sky. Within a moment the group is standing there, in the nowhere area, where they then fade and reappear by the ruins of the Demon Castle.
"Yes! That's the first time that I have gotten it without anyone being left behind or anything like that!" Ryou exclaims happily and the other four look at him with wide eyes.
"Ryou, we learned that when we were ten," Joey yells at this friend.
"Yeah, how far behind are you?" Yugi asks, amethyst eyes sparkling as he wonders what his friend has been learning.
"Well, about six years I assume. I have politics and other things to learn. I have etiquette-" But Ryou is cut off when a group of guys starts running towards the cluster, the leader with a torch in his hands. Ryou lets out a small squeak and moves to hide behind Joey. Joey's arms immediately fly upwards for protection and suddenly, an almost transparent, glowing honey colored as a shield forms around the group.
After a moment, Ryou steps out from where he is hiding, and in as brave of a voice as he can muster, he declares, "I am here to speak to the NEW King. Lead me to him, please." The last part added as an afterthought.
"And who are you to make such proclamations?" The guard asks, though there is some hidden fear in his eyes. The closer to white the wings were, the more powerful the angel; anyone with a basic knowledge of angels knew that. The thought of facing someone as powerful as an angel with pure white wings was terrifying.
"The Angel Prince! I come with a message I must deliver to the King; now show me to him." Ryou proclaims, motioning with his hand for the guards to do so.
The guards grumble under their breaths, but after a moment of brief discussion, they decide to listen to the boy and make their way to the king.
Bakura is currently talking to Yami, Marik, Seto, Akefia and Rebecca. The lead guard rudely cuts him off, causing Bakura to growl and smack him in the face, hard. The guard whimpers, but then points over to where Ryou and the others are standing. Bakura nods before dismissing him. He then dismisses Rebecca too, knowing that she is the only one who doesn't know about the relationships. Ugh, female advisors.
"Ryou, this is a bad-" Bakura starts only to be cut off by Ryou.
"My father has declared war." Ryou deadpans, not even taking the opportunity to beat around the bush. Bakura looks at the boy before him and sighs.
"You know neither side is in the proper position to declare war." Bakura challenges, his eyes narrowing critically as he looks Ryou up and down; the angel nods.
"My dad also knows that any angel with morals isn't going to be joining this war, and even so, once they commit their first kill, they know they will no longer be angels once they commit their first kill. In the end, you guys are bound to win." Ryou explains, pointing out all the obvious flaws in his father's plan. Of course there's the little loophole that Bakura doesn't need to be reminded of; a war between angels and demons counted as a crusade; something angels can fight in.
"Ryou, I don't want this war to go on if it will hurt you." Bakura whispers softly, giving in to the weaker part of him that desires the angel's love. Ryou gives him a dazzling smile instead.
"It won't," Ryou whispers, then quickly takes a step forward and closes the gap between them with a kiss. At first, Bakura is taken by surprise, but after a moment he relaxes into the kiss and takes control over it. Grasping the angel in his arms and forcing his tongue into the angel's mouth. After a moment they pull away, both of them taking a step back and professionally wiping any dust off of them.
"As for now, my father is taking war precautions and I suggest you do too. So, this is the last time we will see each other for a while. Same with you guys," Ryou says, nodding to his friends. They nod and make their way over to their boyfriends to hug and kiss them, ignoring all the other demons and onlookers within the area and leaving Akefia, Joey, and Seto standing there awkwardly.
"See Akefia, he's sweet and cute." Bakura says smirking as his hands slip further and further down the angel's body to the point in which he gropes the smaller male's behind. Akefia looks at the male and smirks.
"I'm sorry, but this looks nothing like the boy you described. Sure, I already knew who he was, but I don't believe what you said about him." Akefia teases with a shrug and Bakura is about to say something, but is grabbed and held back by Ryou. The older whitenette glares at his silverette cousin for a moment, before turning and facing his boyfriend.
"So, this is good bye?" Bakura asks, and Ryou gives him a solemn nod before leaning in and kissing him. The kiss is deep, and for once it is Ryou who takes it to the next step and cautiously licks at Bakura's bottom lip. Bakura raises a single eyebrow, surprised at the boy's straightforwardness, but still cautiously opens his mouth. Ryou takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into the demon's mouth. His tongue maps out the wet cavern that he never had the gall to enter into before. Ryou then tilts his head a little to deepen the kiss and violate Bakura's mouth further.
The kiss goes on a bit further before the duo breaks apart. Bakura then pulls Ryou into a tight hug and kisses the boy's forehead. He feels Ryou trying to pull him closer, the boy breathing heavily against the demon's chest. "I love you," Ryou whispers softly, but Bakura doesn't reply. He can't; not after all that has transpired between the two. They were now merely a couple, a new one at that; there was no way he was going to make another commitment to the angel.
Ryou lets out a soft sigh when he doesn't hear Bakura respond, and after a moment longer, he pulls back. Chocolate orbs meet crimson for a moment as a multitude of feelings flicker through their eyes.
"Goodbye," Ryou mumbles, and with a twist of his hands all the angels are gone leaving the demons. Bakura is silent for a moment before he turns his friends, his face pulled back into its natural sneer.
"Okay lazy asses, you heard him; we are going to war." Bakura shouts, looking at each and every one of his friends in their eyes. "Prepare the armies; we will be using hell hounds for tracking. I want every angel you can find killed, except for the ones in our special little group. Also, we need eyes in the sky, and to penetrate that damn barrier that is being raised. Seto, send out the messages to the civilians to gear up. We already know that the angels aren't going to fight back, but I want them obliterated." Bakura declares with a smirk now planted on his face.
"What are you planning?" Yami asks with a tilt of his head.
Bakura smirks at him, long fangs gleaming in the smirk. "We are going for a total annihilation of the Angel Realm!" Bakura proclaims before turning and making his way back to his tent.
The group of demons look at each other. They already knew Bakura was a strategist, but honestly, this was insane!
Elsewhere
"Dammit, this is going to be much harder than I had intended. The angel still has feelings." The leader hisses, while the deputy smirks.
"What about the demon? I don't think his trust in the Prince is fully restored yet..." The deputy says and the leader smirks. It is true, and even with the demon's plan to assimilate the angel race, their plan would still work well.
"Good, then we just need to start warping the Angel Prince's mind." The leader begins with a smirk; oh this was going to be fun. "But, we need to find a way to draw them both out." He continues, causing his deputy to raise an eyebrow.
"Why is that?" The deputy asks; he can see the Angel Prince, but why the Demon King?
"You'll see," is the simple answer that he gets.
Author's notes:
Well, did you notice something different about this chapter? No? Well here it is anyways, I got an editor. In fact, she is a friend from school, and since she is my little AI she edited this story for me.
I also got another editor, another friend from school. She is my writing buddy!
So, tell me what you think.
And that poll.
Don't ignore them…
There are ties that must be broken.
And an author's spirits that must be lifted.
Remember, the review, the poll, they call out to you.