Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clash Between Two Worlds ❯ In The Rain ( Chapter 1 )

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Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 1: In The Rain

Disclaimer: CV: *sighs* Man, I wish I had wings... *day dreams*
Bakura: Er... right... she doesn't own YuGiOh... thank the gods...

Silky black wings surrounded the young boy's body, lithe arms wrapped around his waist. His own pale arms were trapped under the attacker's grasp against his midsection, his body twisting and writhing; making a desperate attempt for freedom. Silver-white wings of his own were pinned between his back and his opponent's solid chest. The young boy's ribcage heaved as he took in his labored breaths, still squirming and yelling out for the other to let him go.

The skies were growing darker from their once baby blue atmosphere, mixing between a deep crimson to a faint black. The clouds, which gathered around the two, deepened to a dark gray, rain beginning to fall to the ground so far below.

Everything around the lighter boy was beginning to spin and tilt, the temperature drop sending his body into small, shivering spasms. Gasping sharply when nails dug past his light gray tunic and into his tender stomach, the small angel did the only thing his foggy mind could comprehend at the moment: he focused all of his power into his back and pushed for all his small frame was worth, his light-colored wings finally springing free from between the two bodies. The sudden jolt against his chest caused the demon to skid backwards a few feet, his grip around his prize, lost.

The angel, disoriented in the now pounding rain, closed his eyes and fell towards the earth below, the demon's arms being the only solid thing that had been holding him up. As the wind whistled past his ears, the angel opened his eyes again and squinted, the harsh, cold rain slapping him continuously in the face. Recognizing what the white objects that were wavering on either side of his body were, the angel gasped, realizing his newest predicament. Twisting his body backwards, he flipped over as he fell, spreading his wings to their full length and catching a strong current of wind. Looking around him the best he could in the pouring rain, the angel spotted a sleek, black form diving straight for him. His breath hitching in anxiety, the smaller boy took off, swerving side to side, trying to lose the demon now gaining on his tail.

Pushing his soaking white bangs from his eyes, the angel looked back over his shoulder again to see just how close his opponent was. His mocha orbs widened drastically; the Dark One nearly on top of him. Pinning his silver wings to his tunic, the angel suddenly took a full 90-degree dive, tearing through the rain at full speed. Shielding his eyes the best he could from the wind and water, the small angel never saw the mountain ledge rising up from the darkness in front of him.

By the time he realized what was ahead of him, the teenage angel was unable to slow down enough to pull himself to a halt. Twisting his wings to catch the air in an attempt to slow down still, a hard body was suddenly slammed against his back, pinning his white wings, once again, to his back. Arms squeezed his torso, keeping him tight against the form behind him.

Harsh breathing that was not his own, was all the angel could hear; his eyes clenched shut, awaiting the impact. He could hear a string of curses growled close to his ear, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. The smaller male felt himself pulled roughly against, whom he knew was, the demon that had been after him.

The crash against the rough ledge was so sudden and bone jarring, the angel was nearly knocked unconscious on impact. But he managed to keep a small portion of his mind awake, long enough to realize that he was being crushed into the dirt and stone by another body, heavier than his own. The two of them were skidding along the ledge, thick dust surrounding their bodies, choking the smaller male. He could hear a faint ripping sound somewhere below him; pain barely able to register in his mind, as his chest immediately began numbing over.

Finally stopping, the young angel lay there, barely clinging to reality. Cracking his eyes open halfway, the angel felt nothing, his entire body devoid of all feeling. He didn't realize that the rain was still pounding against his battered and torn body; that the demon behind him was struggling to hold onto consciousness as well and losing, just as he was. Coughing weakly, the last thing the angel recalled was the crack of lightning that flashed across the sky in front of his line of vision and the shudder from behind him. Then, everything was darkness.

But, maybe I shouldn't be speaking of this.

After all, it's not my story to tell.

No.

I won't tell you.

Not me.

This is his story.

This is Ryou's story.