Author's Notes:

You lucky bastards. Because of an error on my part, you got two chapters instead of one. Of course, you guys were probably hopelessly lost when you read "Dead Animals," but that's to be expected.

Next, I would like to explain to you the ride that this chapter went through just to get to the point in which it is right now. First off, I wrote this chapter almost a year ago, and I would like to hope that my writing has improved since then. However, apparently, I deleted it from my phone. So, we had to use a free trial to try and recover it. It's a good thing my dad stopped the scanning process when he did, because if not I would have had to rewrite this entire chapter. Anyways, after that, I had to take photos of each section of the chapter and then have my dad use some computer program to translate it back to word, without him noticing the lime in it. After that, I sent the unedited version to my editor, who not only edited this, but another chapter of mine, is an editor for my friend, and is going to summer school…TO GET AHEAD. So, after all that I finally got this chapter.

Now, how did I realize that this chapter was missing? Well, that is all thanks to the author The Genesis Ride. She sent me a review asking a ton of questions that I thought I had answered. After rereading the previous chapter, I realized that something was missing.

So, let us all give a big thanks to The Genesis Ride and my editor for all the help that they have done.

Note: the italics don't mean a story.

Preparations

Bakura's PO.V

"I don't understand this; why would you want to hurt the angels? What about our little tenshi?" Yami asks for about the hundredth time today. I look over my shoulder to see one of the few people that I would trust my life with and frown. He doesn't understand the beauty of my plan. Either way, when it all goes well, we won't technically 'kill' our little tenshi. They will just no longer be angels.

"Is everywhere secured?" I ask, blatantly ignoring the fact that he had asked me a question. I glare at Yami, but the man has known me long enough to not flinch. Instead, he knows that the topic is dead and that he needs to hold his tongue for the time being.

"Yes, all exterior points are under shadow lock. The forests have been secured and all the citizens have been recruited to help." Yami states and I nod before continuing around our small camp.

"Bakura, this is stupid; the angels have all the items necessary for our survival. Moreover, they supple us with food. Considering this, we shouldn't really be going to war with them." Seto informs, and I laugh.

"There won't be any angels left when I am done with this. As for food and stuff like that, I am pretty sure that we can learn how to take care of ourselves." I explain, and Seto simply nods.

"Just understand the repercussions of taking out an entire race, especially the angels. And if they do fight, and I mean seriously fight, we are screwed. They are excellent fighters, or at least powerful ones, and remember their allies." Seto continues, and I nod.

"What allies have we gotten so far?" I ask Seto.

"We have the inkyubasu (incubus), saktubasu (succubus), sairen (sirens), kyuketsuki (vampires), ikutsu ka no majo (some of the witches), and the goburin (goblins)." Seto answers, ticking each group off on long, bony fingers.

"What of the okami otoko (werewolves)?" I ask, and Seto shrugs.

"No answer as of yet," He simply responds, and I nod

"You two are insane!" Yami exclaims, and I smirk. He won't be thinking that by the end of my little escapade. In fact, I think that he will be perfectly fine with my little stunt.

"Okay, Seto, we need to have our first troops trained and ready. I want our magicians studying everything, and we need Noah ready for the transformations." I explain, and Seto nods before turning and leaving. This was going to take a lot of work; we have to weaken the angels' defenses in order to destroy them. What a shame, dad, you would've been damn proud of me...oh well, suffer in the mortal realm!

"Hey!" I hear Akefia call, and I turn to see him casually walking towards me, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"What do you want?" I hiss at him as his eyes casually roam over my body in an analyzing sense.

"Wow, you're on full out demon mode right now. Red eyes, even perkier hair, and look at that scowl; Ra you're serious. I thought you would be frolicking through flowers now that you had your angel back, but no, you obliterate him and everyone he cares about and send him to the mortal world." Akefia says, fixing me with a pointed glare, all the mirth and joy leaving his face. This leaves a serious uncle before me, his eyes boring into mine as he scowls at me. "Look, you were pretty hung up over the break up, and now you guys are back together. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but when something is good, you don't just go and f*ck it back up." He growls, his voice serious.

"I'm not; I'm simply changing his...view on things, along with the rest of his race's...views..." I say, a malicious smirk finding its way across my face.

Akefia pales beneath his bronze skin, his eyes widening slightly, and his mouth drops to form a small oval. "Do you know the consequences of f*cking with the order of nature? Damn, you are definitely your father's child." He says before turning and leaving, his head shaking with his wings neatly retracted into his back. I glare at him, like hell I know the consequences, but I have people to deal with those.

"Okay, Seto, I want the stealth group to move in today and I need them to map out the angels' protection charms, where they are, what they are, and how strong they are, stat." I command; Seto nods and leaves again, having returned half-way through the conversation.

I smirk and continue back to where I started a camp for myself. Soon, I won't have to live with the guilt of cheating. Soon, I will be free to cheat; maybe he will cheat too. Soon, we will be able to f*ck each other senselessly.

"Um, Bakura-sama?" A soft voice says and I turn to see Iona standing there, trying to look innocent. I roll my eyes at her; she and I both know that it is not the proper title for a king.

"What would you like?" I ask as the woman elegantly strides towards me, her long dress being held by perfectly manicured nails as she gingerly tries to step over the dirt, but how do you step over something that is everywhere?

"You are a king now, and you shouldn't be here, especially during wartime. Of course, all the civilians are here too, so, let me try and soothe you." She whispers the last part as she takes a seat behind me, and her hands are rested against my shoulders. I quickly retract my wings, though I keep my body rigid just in case she tries something.

The girl starts massaging my shoulders, and I can't help but sigh and relax into her soothing grip. Her fingers slowly slide down so that she is massaging my upper back, then slowly to the small of my back. By this time, my eyes feel as though they have rolled into the back of my head. This is true bliss. A soft moan escapes my lips as she slides closer to my body, to the point in which I can feel her hot breath on the nape of my neck. Her hands slide around my body and to the front of my body, where she starts trying to remove my shirt. I allow her. Skilled fingers start moving against my chest and abdomen, every now and then pinching my nipples. Her lips attach to my neck, where she bites softly and then gently starts licking up the blood. I gasp as her fingers then move towards the hem of my pants, but of course we are disrupted by someone clearing their throat

"What?" I ask, red eyes snapping up to glare at the intruder.

"After dealing with all this shit about losing Ryou, you're going to go and sleep with some other whore. Hell no, I don't need to hear your sniffling over the boy again." Marik says, his face serious as it always is in times of war.

"Well, she is one of the contestants for my marriage, so let her compete." I say, and Marik rolls his eyes before grabbing my arm.

"If you want a good f*ck, trust me, I can do better than she ever will." He says, his eyes gaining a slight playful gleam.

"I top." Is my only demand as the male whisks me away into his tent.

Ryou's P.O.V

"Hello, Ishizu, have you been able to restore everyone to proper health?" I ask, looking at the majo (witch) before me. Yes, she is a witch, a healing witch mainly, and she is Malik's older sister. So, how did she become a witch? Well, we would have to go into genetics and how the alleles split and how she got the two recessive alleles to become a witch and how Malik got two dominant alleles to become an angel, but I don't feel like going into angelic biology.

"Everyone except you, my prince," She says, bowing towards me. A small sigh escapes my lips as I make my way to her. The woman takes a step back and smiles gently at me. She has always had a higher loyalty to my father, but she is still a nice person. Maybe I can trust her, though I do rather prefer Mai.

"Please, young prince, take a seat," she says, and I follow her instructions, sitting on the small bench.

"I-I need you to remove the garments covering your upper body, I will make my way lower later." Ishizu continues as I take off my shirt and fold it up, before placing it neatly on the seat behind me.

"Relax your body for me, prince. I am just going to use some simple spells that should inform me if anything is incorrect." Ishizu explains, and I nod, relaxing my body and letting my wings come out from their hiding place and droop lazily on my back."Good," Ishizu mutters as her cold hands come into contact with my back. A small gasp escapes my lips as she moves her hands down my body. I still remember when 'Kura would hold me like this, his hands nice and cool, just like the rest of his being. It was always comforting to me.

"Are you...mating?" Ishizu asks, and I flush. You see, angels have a way of mating with others without actually giving up our body. That is more so the final stage. The mental stage, which I am in now, is more so like dating – getting to know the person. However, at the same time, this is the time in which the two lovers form a mental bond. Though, I'm only now beginning the classes and lessons on mating, so I can't tell you too much.

"Uh...yeah..." I mutter softly. I know what mating is, I just didn't know that Bakura and I are mates or at least in the mating process. You see, the angels believe that when you find that perfect person, you'll know because there will be a moment in which both your souls meet for the first time in the upper plane. I don't think I've ever been there though, which worries me, because that means that I am not mating with my Ra chosen mate. This is even worse because of my status, and it just reinforces the fact of me being homosexual.

"Hmm, I'm also noticing that you aren't eating enough or getting enough sleep. You seem thinner. Hmm, seems like more of a mental thing. Actually, every problem with you is mental, except for that strong magical block."

"What?"

Bakura's P.O.V

"Damn that was good, haven't had one of those in a while," I moan softly, enjoying the after effects of my orgasm.

"Better have been; Ra, I hate bottoming!" Marik complains from beside me; I smirk as I curl up into him, relinquishing all the control I had during sex to him.

He wraps his arms around me for a moment, but then we both stop and look at each other. I mean, what the hell is going on, and why do I feel so tired and...crappy now. I don't even feel right with Marik's arms around me.

"You feel it too," Marik whispers as I nod. There is something wrong here, something very wrong. In fact, there is only one explanation here, and it isn't one I am willing to consider.

I get up and quickly pull on my pants before turning and making my way outside. I need to get checked out; why do I feel like this?

"Noah," I say, looking straight at the aqua-haired boy. Said boy looks back at me, his gray eyes staring blankly at me. "I need you to check me over to find if there is anything wrong with me." I explain, and the boys hops up and motions me over to his bench.

I take a look around and shudder. Noah has always had this obsession with human technology and improving it, and unfortunately for me, that means his lab is littered with it. I hate anything having to do with humans, however, this technology seems to be the perfect way to infiltrate the angels' base, but that isn't the problem right now.

"Noah, check to see if any spells or anything has been cast on me. I feel weird, and I can't explain it." I admit, glaring at the boy, hoping that my eyes are boring into his. He nods, and immediately, his eyes and hair glows a cyan color. He then puts his hands through my shirt and onto my back. A small electric feeling runs through my body, and I have to force myself to stay completely calm.

A couple more tendrils of electricity race up my spine before I feel Noah's hands remove themselves from beneath my shirt. He walks around so that he is facing me with a half incredulous, half smirk on his face. I don't even know how he manages to make that face, but it is the most ridiculous, most horrendous face I have ever seen.

"What?" I hiss, and the smirk overtakes the young boy's entire face. I just want to punch him.

"You're mating."

Ryou's P.O.V

"We need to talk," a stern voice says, and I whip my head around to see Joey walking briskly towards me. I tilt my head to the side a bit in question, but he simply shakes his head in an annoyed fashion.

"What is it?" I ask softly, but Joey just grabs my arm and leads me into a private room.

"There is something up with you and your magic. First, Yugi tells us about the book he found; you know the one with the illegal spells. Then, I see you stick your arms into fire and not die. Lastly, when it comes to normal spells, you are too far behind. What the hell is up with you? Are you even an angel?" Joey yells, and I have take a step back. Had he really just accused me of something so…heinous?

"J-Joey... it-it's not-not like that. I-I can't understand it...I just...it just happened. But I am an angel." I mutter softly, the corners of my eyes pricking as tears start to slide down my cheeks.

Joey glares at me for a moment longer before sighing. "Look, Ryou, I didn't mean to be so angry, but look at this, you break every angel stereotype, especially one for an angel of your caliber..." He trails off, and I nod. I shouldn't even be considered an angel at this point, yet here I am.

"l-its fine...you have every right to be mad." I mutter softly, and Joey nods.

"I am, but we have more important things to discuss. The generals have already made the plans, and we need your signature since your father is still for the most part down. But Ryou, I am warning you from now, you may be one of my best friends, but give me another reason not to trust you and I will finish you." Joey hisses, and I nod, making my way to the war planning room.

Author's Notes:

Wow, okay, very preppy and thankful at the top. I am thankful, although, not as preppy.

Anyways, tell me what you think. Did this chapter answer all the questions that you might have had in the previous one? Or, well the wrongly posted one?

What do you think of the story and its progression?

Have you voted on the poll?

Are you going to vote on the new one on August 1st?

Are you wondering why the author's notes feels longer than the story? (this is the one that bothers me)

Chao.