Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ To Dream of an Angel ( Chapter 3 )

Angel

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters.

Warning: Rated for sex and language. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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DD: We have a surprise for you guys! My friend that we based MJ on.

YD: Say hello Mere-chan.

Ryou: *shrieks and runs behind Bakura*

MJ: Greetings..by the way weakling, you can't hide behind him forever, and I like it when they run!

DD: Be nice Mere, or we'll delete you.

Bakura: She's already made him cry once this morning

YD: *evil grin* Told you she was pure yami.

MJ: You cannot delete evil. Bakura, you would like it if I made you cry *very evil grin*

Bakura:* puts hands over Ryou's ears* Oh yeah!

Yami: *rolls eyes*

Seto: Hello? Busy man here!

MJ: Keep your pants on Seto. *calculating look* or maybe we could take them off?!

DD: Okay, enough! Let's get to the story before we scare everyone away.

MJ: sometimes DD you can be no fun at all, you know that?!

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Chapter 3

To Dream of an Angel

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Seto ran his hands through the long, soft hair of his lover, lost in the feel of the silk-like strands that slipped through his fingers.

"I love you." he whispered against the other's lips.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller form and they kissed deeply, a shudder ripping through him as he felt a tongue brush his own.

Without breaking the kiss, he lay the other down on the bed. His heart turned over as he felt the lithe body move against his own. Their clothes seemed to melt away and Seto groaned at the feeling of the soft skin under his hands. He stroked the body beneath him, the desire to possess his love fully thundering down on him like a gale force wind. Giving in, he thrust himself into his lover, relishing the tight heat that surrounded him.

He could feel the one below him begging for release and he strove to comply.

He felt his climax crash into him in a huge wave and his lover screamed.

"SETO!"

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Seto bolted upright in the bed, his heart pounding in his ears.

He reached across the bed, hoping, praying.

Nothing.

He was alone.

It was just a dream.

"Ryou.." Seto covered his face with shaking hands. Tears leaked out between his fingers. It had only been a dream.

"SETO!"

He became aware of the pounding on his bedroom door.

"SETO! Please wake up!"

"Mokuba.." It came out in a whisper. He was groggy and he couldn't seem to concentrate. He look at the alarm clock. 9:35am. He never slept that late.

"Big brother, please!"

His concentration snapped into focus at the desperation in his brother's voice.

Seto struggled to free himself from the tangled bed clothes. Slipping into his robe, he threw open the door.

"Seto!" Mokuba threw himself into his startled brother's arms, tears streaking down his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Ryou..we've got to help Ryou!"

Seto pulled the boy off him, going down on one knee, hands gripping the quaking shoulders.

"Mokuba, calm down. What's wrong with Ryou?"

The little Kaiba struggled to control himself. "He just called. He was crying. He said MJ threatened him."

"Where's Bakura?"

"I don't know. We have to go over there. I'm scared big brother."

Seto stood. "Meet me at the car."

As Mokuba tore off, Seto ran to change. /If she's hurt him../

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Seto's black Jaguar screeched to a halt in front of the small white bungalow where Ryou lived with his yami.

Reaching the front door, he grabbed Mokuba by the back of the shirt, keeping him from entering.

"Stay here."

"But Seto..!"

"Stay here!"

Seto opened the door. Silence greeted him.

"Ryou!" He stepped into the living room. "Ryou, where are you?!"

Hearing a sound coming from the kitchen, he ran in that direction. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

He had expected to find Ryou beaten and bloody, maybe even dead. What he found instead was the silver haired teen sitting in a corner, a steak knife in his white-knuckled grip. He was staring vacantly, tears making dirty streaks down his pale cheeks. There wasn't a mark on him that Seto could see.

"Ryou.." Seto dropped to his knees in front of him. "Can you hear me?"

Ryou just stared through him.

"Ryou, it's Seto. Can you tell me what happened?"

"S-Seto?"

"It's me." Seto replied soothingly. He reached for the hand holding the knife. "Why don't you give me the knife Ryou."

"NO!" Ryou started to panic. "I need it! She might come back! She said she's hurt me!"

"She's not going to hurt you."

"She will! She said Bakura would be better off without me! She said she's going to get rid of me for him!"

"Hush Ryou. I won't let her touch you."

"You..you won't?"

"No, I won't, and neither will Bakura."

"But she said.."

"Don't worry about what she said. Please Ryou, give me the knife."

Ryou eased his grip on the knife, but before Seto could take it from him, it clattered to the floor as Ryou flung himself at Seto's chest.

Seto held him and stroked his hair, trying to comfort the obviously terrified teen.

/Where the hell was Bakura when this happened?/

As if summoned by the thought, Bakura stampeded into the room, Yami, Yugi and Mokuba behind him.

"Ryou!" Bakura dragged his hikari to his feet. "What have you done to my light you bastard?!"

"As usual you're jumping to conclusions Bakura." Seto stood, brushing off his pants.

Ryou sobbed, clinging to his yami. Seto looked over at the Pharaoh.

"Bakura was with us at the game shop when he felt Ryou's fear. Then he lost the link."

"We got here as fast as we could." Yugi said, rubbing Ryou's back.

"Ryou," Bakura set him at arms length, gently wiping the boy's tears. "Tell me what happened."

"M-MJ..She said you wanted to get rid of me. That you told her I didn't deserve to be your hikari."

"That's a lie!" Mokuba cried. "Bakura loves you as much as Seto loves me!"

"He's right." Bakura pulled Ryou into a tender hug. "I couldn't love you more even if you really were my flesh and blood."

"Well, isn't this touching?"

Everyone started at the sound of her voice. MJ was standing in the doorway, the look on her face making Ryou whimper in fright as he pulled away from Bakura and backed into the corner.

"You bitch!" Bakura's look was murderous. "What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem," MJ pointed at Ryou. "is that! He's pathetic Bakura and you know it. You can do better than that weakling."

"How many times do I have to tell you?!" Bakura shouted at her. "He's the bearer of the Ring. Without him, I can't exist! And I love him, you stupid whore! He's like a brother to me!"

By this time, Seto and Yami were seriously considering holding Bakura back. Neither one had ever seen him so enraged.

"You love him? You LOVE him?! How can you love something so pitiful?!" Her eyes were enough to make anyone cringe. They were totally insane.

Ryou whimpered again, drawing her attention.

"You little sissy! Bakura doesn't know what's good for him! He'll realize I'm right once you're gone!"

A knife flicked into her hand and she launched herself at Ryou, knocking Seto aside. She raised her arm to plunge the blade into Ryou's chest. As it swept down in a glittering arc, Bakura leapt into its path. It ripped through his shirt, drawing blood from his shoulder.

Seto regained his balance and plowed a fist into her jaw, driving her over the table to crumple on the floor, unconscious.

Yami and Yugi picked Bakura up while Mokuba ran to Ryou who was sobbing in Seto's arms.

"It's just a scratch! Get off me Pharaoh!"

Yami was trying to get Bakura's shirt off him to get a better look at the wound.

"Yugi, get me a towel. We need to stop the bleeding."

Yugi spun around and stopped short, his gasp claiming everyone's attention.

MJ was gone.

"Shit!" Bakura looked from the doorway to Ryou. The need to find MJ and kill her with his bare hands warred with the desire to stay with his hikari and comfort him.

"Go." Seto said, seeing the indecision in the spirit's eyes. "I'll take him to my house. I have the means to protect him."

Bakura reached out and stroked Ryou's hair. He gave Seto a calculating look. "Thank you."

Ignoring his bleeding shoulder, he bolted from the room.

"Go with him." Seto said to Yami. "I'll send some people to help you. Don't let him kill her."

Yami took off at a run, Yugi in pursuit.

"Come on Ryou." Seto led the dazed boy outside. "Let's get you home. You'll be safe there."

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On the way back to the estate, Mokuba never let go of Ryou. He sat in the back seat, his arms protectively around the white haired youth.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Seto could see that the vacant look had returned to Ryou's eyes. He was also trembling.

Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed the number for his head of security.

"Alan. I need you to set extra security on the house. No one gets on the grounds without my say so. I also want you to send six men out to help in a search. Call Yugi Motou at 555-2287 and have him keep the line open until you can trace his cell signal with Kaiba Corps. GPS. I want you on the search personally. Yugi will fill you in once you find him. Call me in an hour."

Cutting off the call, Seto looked in the mirror again. Ryou's shaking was growing steadily worse and he was extremely pale. He was going into shock.

"Hang on Ryou." Mokuba whispered, tightening his arms around his friend.

His worried eyes met his brother's mirrored gaze. Seto pressed down harder on the accelerator.

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Bakura: Well, at least someone got to drop the psycho bitch.

MJ: Just when I was starting to have some fun too!

Bakura: Yeah baby!

Seto: You're sick, both of you.

MJ: I think you just want to join the fun.

Ryou: Please tell me she's gone for good.

YD: Wellll..

MJ: I think I already told you, you can't get rid of evil.

YD: She's right, you know.

Yugi: But she's gone, right?

DD: You'll just have to wait and see.

MJ: *smiles sweetly* Gee Yugi..didn't realize you wanted to play too..come closer why don't you?

Yugi: EEPP!

Yami: Do I get to mind crush her now?

DD: No, we need her, and she IS my best bud, you know.

MJ: Hey Yami..mind crush this *obscene gesture* BTW dear readers, I am the only one allowed to flame this story.