Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clash Between Two Worlds ❯ Keeping Calm Isn't Easy ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Clash between Two Worlds
Chapter 2: Keeping Calm Isn't Easy

Taking in a deep breath, soft brown eyes cracked open, blurry shapes and dark colors coming into view. Tipping his head to the side, the angel stifled a small whimper of pain, raising a hand to his forehead and hearing his shoulder crack. Closing his eyes again, he pushed his silver bangs away with his palm, only to feel thick bandages wrapped around his skull.

Why… was that around his head...?

A rush of images flashed before his mind's eye, most of them blurred, but a few clear enough to make out: black feathers surrounding his body, something sleek falling straight towards him, a sharp cry (made by whom, he couldn't recall), the rain pounding down in front of his nose, a crack of lightning splitting against the charcoal and crimson sky…

Biting down slightly on his lower lip, the angel turned his head to look at the ceiling of wherever he was. Trying to focus and decipher his surroundings, his mocha - colored eyes nearly crossed, the darkness beginning to swirl and tilt around him. Closing his eyes and sliding his hand over them, the small angel sighed.

`Why can't I remember everything that happened… why do I hurt so much…why…'

The smooth, deep voice of another broke the angel from his thoughts, causing his heart to speed up in surprise.

“Well, good evening, Little Angel… sleep well?”

A shiver was sent down his spine at the words, his eyes darting down to the end of the bed as he struggled to sit up. Wincing in sudden pain, the angel gripped his chest, doubling over. The feeling of a hand on his shoulder caused him to loosen his taunt muscles enough to look up. Brown eyes, slightly darker then his own, stared back at him, a tinge of concern creasing his features.

“You took quite the fall, running from me…” The voice was deep and dark, creating a mixture of emotions, which swirled around the pit of the angel's stomach.

His muscles tensing again at a sudden realization in his mind, the smaller boy jerked his shoulder and backed away as fast as he could, until his aching back was pressed up against the headboard. His heart had started pumping furiously, his limbs beginning to go numb with fright. The hand that had set him off reached for him again, causing milk chocolate orbs to go wide and what sounded like a muffled squeak to erupt from his throat. Crawling clumsily backwards in the tangled sheets, a thump sounded as the angel landed down on the floor, crying out in pain. One wing hung weakly at his side as he stumbled up to his feet, catching a glimpse of the demon making his way over the bed towards him. His breath hitching, the younger of the two staggered away with a limp, backing up until the wall met his back. Pressing his sweating palms back against the cool stone, the angel spread his wings the best he could, trying to use their overly large size to make himself look bigger.

Stopping his movement over the bed, dark brown eyes watched the white creature across the room from him, before slowly lowering one leg over the side of the mattress and on to the floor. Holding his hands out, the demon made a soft movement with them, keeping his voice calm.

“I know you are scared, Angel… you need to calm yourself and come here.” Indicating to himself, the elder stood completely, before taking a careful step forward, towards the male.

Jumping, the angel moved along the wall a bit, arching his good wing higher, his right beginning to shake and twitch with all of the pressure he was placing on it to move higher. His breathing beginning to become a bit labored, the room was tilting and making him shake his head to try and clear it.

Noticing this, the demon took a few steps closer, reaching a hand out. The frightened boy, who was now only a few feet away, was shaking visibly now, his snowy white mane shaking back and forth as he shook his head, disbelieving that he was trapped in a room with the most deadly enemy of his kind. His mind was becoming clouded again from all of the injuries on his body taking a toll on him at once, but one thing still remained clear: Get Away. Have to get away.

The demon had crept a bit closer, watching the angel carefully, who seemed to be losing consciousness on his feet. Deciding that this was probably the best time to catch him off his guard without harming him too badly, the silver - haired demon made his move.

Feeling hands suddenly grip his upper arms, the angel cried out in shock and growing fear, his thin body abruptly being crushed against the wall from another, heavier body. Gasping and arching his back, the smaller tried desperately to push the demon away from him, squirming and clawing at what his pinned hands could reach.

“Listen - no!” The demon was becoming frustrated now, giving the near - hysteric angel a rough shake, enough to make him stop moving as much, though not stopping the constant shivering. “Listen to me!”

Watery brown eyes looked up at him, making the demon's chest constrict with an emotion he had rarely felt. Not since…

Shaking his head, silvery spikes wavered in front of mahogany eyes, as they watched the younger boy, who hadn't removed his own eyes from him. Reaching his hand out, yet again, the demon brushed his fingers against a trembling cheek, the angel flinching away and closing his eyes, as if he'd been burnt. Long fingers continued to gently trail over his cheek in a relaxing motion, wiping away the frightened tears that had fallen earlier. The angel's features suddenly tightened, straight teeth biting into his bottom lip as he let out a choked sob, his body going slack against the wall and his uninjured wing sagging to the floor.

Hushing him, the demon loosened his grip on his arm a bit, moving his hand from his cheek, over to the boy's humerus, who whimpered at the touch, before giving one final shudder, his kneels buckling in a collapse as he fainted.

The demon caught the limp body as it slid down the wall, pulling the boys legs up to hang over his arm. Slipping his other arm above the angel's wings and around his shoulders, the silver - haired man made his way carefully back over to the bed, watching his feet as to not step on the white feathers that were dragging across the crimson carpet.

Placing the silent angel on the soft mattress, the demon adjusted the other's good wing, folding it comfortably at his side. Moving around to the other side, the demon pulled over a desk that matched the color of his eyes, his pale hands carefully maneuvering the injured wing to stretch out across it. Earning himself a whimper from the other boy, the elder male gently spread his hands down the smooth feathers covering the humerus, tightening his fingers slightly when he reached the “elbow” of the wing. The angel back on the bed whimpered again, his wing twitching softly as he tried to pull it away from the painful touches. Releasing his fingers, the demon continued down the second bone, feeling the silky feathers slip soundlessly under his digits. Reaching the carpal joint, sharp eyes narrowed slightly in thought, the same reaction as before coming from the sleeping angel.

As he quieted again, the demon straightened, swiping his bangs from his eyes. `Sprained pretty badly…' He thought to himself, glancing back at the now - sleeping male, “… Better not to touch it now, I think. I have no idea what these Angel's are capable of, healing wise…”

Pulling the blankets up to the boy's chin, the demon went to touch the angel's cheek, before stopping himself and shaking his head, turning on his heel to walk out of the room.

Emotions were pointless.

Closing the heavy door with one hand, the demon kept his eyes to the carpeted floor, making his way down the long hallway.

Wow, this night blew.

And yet… a smirk crossed his lips.

This night just made life a little more interesting…