Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clash Between Two Worlds ❯ Friend Or Foe? ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Cloaked Vampire 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 3: Friend or Foe?
A sharp jolt of pain brought the angel out from his sleeping state, making him gasp softly and then groan, running a pale hand over his face. Trying to turn over, he ended up crying out, his right wing twitching and curling up, only ending with more jolts of pain. Muttering sleepily under his breath, the angel ran a hand over his face, before slowly opening his eyes.
On full alert as soon as he saw the stone wall across from him, the young boy felt his body tense on instinct, scrambling to his knees as he looked around quickly. Finding no one around him, or any other dangers for that matter, he untangled himself from the dark sheets around his legs, wincing slightly at a sharp pain in his chest. Placing his bare feet against the plush carpet, the angel carefully stood, flexing his left wing enough to hear the joints crack softly. Folding it gently against his back, the boy looked back at his right appendage, a frown crossing his face. Lifting the wing, he grimaced and sighed, not even able to bring his longest feathers close to rising off of the floor. Letting the bones go loose, the angel hung his head slightly, before looking around for the doorway out.
Walking up to the wooden double doors with a limp, he grabbed the dark handle of the left side and pulled. Finding the door not to budge, he wrapped his pale fingers around it a bit tighter, pulling harder with a grunt of effort. Giving up for a moment after seeing that the door had no intention of moving with his current strength, the angel stepped back, rubbing the bandage wrapped around his skull. Determined to get out of his prison, the white - haired boy grabbed at the handle again, placing one foot firmly in the carpet and the other injured one on the right side of the door. Uncurling his left wing, the angel flared it back, before taking a deep breath and pulling back; pressing everything he had into his feet and ignoring the pain coursing through his knee. Panting softly and breathing in sharply, he pulled once more, flapping his one wing hard enough to pull his body further backwards. Finally hearing a victorious creak, the boy flapped his wing again and again, pulling the door open another few inches and finally a whole foot and a half.
Dropping his feet to the ground, he carefully uncurled his fingers from the large handle, trying to slow his hammering heart and breathing so it would stop hurting his sore chest. Licking his dry lips, he leaned against the closest wall for a moment, closing his eyes and willing away the faint feeling in his head. Laying his wing against his back again, the angel stepped back up to the door, pulling it open a bit more with ease, finally slipping out through the opening.
Glancing to his left and right, both hallways seemed to be identical in leading into darkness. The only light that he saw were the twin torches staked on either said of the door he had just come out of. Deciding to take his chances in finding an exit to the outside, he started down the right side.
Keeping every sense on edge, the small angel crossed his arms to hold his elbows, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip with every limping step. He jumped when a torch suddenly lit itself on the wall to his side, raising his wing in defense. Finding no real threat, he lowered the feathers, sighing and continuing down the way, more torches lighting as he walked past. Coming to T, he looked left and then right, both hallways dark.
A sudden crash seemed to shake the very floor he stood on, echoing around him and mingling in with a dark laugh. His heart beginning to pound harshly in his chest, the angel spun full circle, looking desperately for where the sound was coming from.
“You look lost, Kid…” The menacing voice seemed to be coming from every direction at once, making the boy spin around as he searched, jumping when torches began lighting themselves quickly down the two dark passages he had been deciding on. A low chuckle came from behind him; soft brown eyes darting to look toward it, watching as the light from the end of the hallway was beginning to go out, as if a gust of wind had gone by. Backing up and pressing him against the wall, he stared with mounting fright as the darkness was coming closer, now a good eight sets of torches down. A tall figure was walking towards him, his shape outlined with flashes of gold, before the lights around him were extinguished. “…Take a left.”
The darkness sped up and approached rapidly with a burst. The angel let out a shriek and took off the best he could to his left, ignoring the harsh throbbing of his injured leg, the pain coursing up into his chest and making his head pound. Fire was lit on the sides of the walls as he ran and he could feel them go right back out a few feet behind him, a cold feeling touching the tips at the end of his wing. He tried to levitate his bad wing the best he could as he ran, enough so that he wouldn't trip over himself. Rounding a curve in the hall, the angel didn't realize he was going up a flight of carpeted stairs until he had reached the top. He could feel the presence behind him still, the sound of the fire going out with a hiss being heard over his labored breathing. Looking ahead, the boy nearly fainted with sudden relief at the sight that met him.
A door!
Running straight for it, the angel stretched his arms out as he hit it and the double doors flew open. His foot caught on the small step he hadn't seen, sending the boy skidding out across the linoleum floor with a gasp and a grunt. Curling his fingers, the white - haired angel opened his eyes, trying hard to breath properly.
“Out of bed and making trouble already, huh?”
Muscles tensing at the familiar voice, the angel noticed that there was a pair of black boots standing in front of his face. Swallowing his nerves, mocha eyes looked up, traveling the long body, clad in black jeans and a black tank top. Dark chocolate eyes stared down at him, a smug smirk printed across pale lips.
The sound of the doors opening again behind him made the angel jump to his feet and scrabble behind the demon in front of him, gripping tightly to the black shirt. Whimpering and clutching the material tighter when a new voice spoke, he could feel his body begin to shake out of fear again.
“Hey, where'd the kid go?”
A laugh erupted from the body he hid behind, before it disappeared, leaving him gripping air. His eyes going wide, the angel blinked in surprise, before spotting a blonde male standing a few feet away from him, also clad in black. His features twisted into a face of amusement, fangs glinting in an eerie grin.
“Well, well, well…” The man stalked closer, a predatory spark appearing in his lavender eyes. “You certainly gave a good chase there, for having so many injuries…”
As if on cue, the angel suddenly fell sideways, his leg finally giving out. Two arms wrapped around his chest though, pulling him back against a solid chest and keeping him upright. This position brought back memories of the previous night, when he had first been captured. Fear captivating him once more, the angel tried to pull from the grasp, only to have the arms tighten around him, crushing him.
Lips against his ear quieted him with a small shiver down his spine, the pressure around his chest letting up a bit, “Unless you want to die on this very spot, you will calm yourself. You are hurt and, right now, I only wish to help you. But you need to do what I say. Will you comply?”
A faint nod was given, showing that he understood.
Straightening himself, the demon smirked over to his friend, who was standing quietly with his arms crossed and his own smirk, the silver - haired demon asked, “What is your name, Angel?”
The boy bit his lip before he responded, but found no point in resisting.
“Ryou…” His voice was soft, definitely defining that of an angel. “And you are pinching my wing... it hurts…”
The demon behind him laughed, scooping him up into his arms with a soft jingle. “Right then, we'll have to fix that now, won't we? Marik, you won't mind closing that window in the other room, would you? Just meet me back in his room.” He nodded towards another set of double doors, before down to Ryou.
Marik nodded, “Yeah, sure thing.”
Flashing the angel in his friend's arms another predatoril grin, Marik headed out through the gray doors.
Chapter 3: Friend or Foe?
A sharp jolt of pain brought the angel out from his sleeping state, making him gasp softly and then groan, running a pale hand over his face. Trying to turn over, he ended up crying out, his right wing twitching and curling up, only ending with more jolts of pain. Muttering sleepily under his breath, the angel ran a hand over his face, before slowly opening his eyes.
On full alert as soon as he saw the stone wall across from him, the young boy felt his body tense on instinct, scrambling to his knees as he looked around quickly. Finding no one around him, or any other dangers for that matter, he untangled himself from the dark sheets around his legs, wincing slightly at a sharp pain in his chest. Placing his bare feet against the plush carpet, the angel carefully stood, flexing his left wing enough to hear the joints crack softly. Folding it gently against his back, the boy looked back at his right appendage, a frown crossing his face. Lifting the wing, he grimaced and sighed, not even able to bring his longest feathers close to rising off of the floor. Letting the bones go loose, the angel hung his head slightly, before looking around for the doorway out.
Walking up to the wooden double doors with a limp, he grabbed the dark handle of the left side and pulled. Finding the door not to budge, he wrapped his pale fingers around it a bit tighter, pulling harder with a grunt of effort. Giving up for a moment after seeing that the door had no intention of moving with his current strength, the angel stepped back, rubbing the bandage wrapped around his skull. Determined to get out of his prison, the white - haired boy grabbed at the handle again, placing one foot firmly in the carpet and the other injured one on the right side of the door. Uncurling his left wing, the angel flared it back, before taking a deep breath and pulling back; pressing everything he had into his feet and ignoring the pain coursing through his knee. Panting softly and breathing in sharply, he pulled once more, flapping his one wing hard enough to pull his body further backwards. Finally hearing a victorious creak, the boy flapped his wing again and again, pulling the door open another few inches and finally a whole foot and a half.
Dropping his feet to the ground, he carefully uncurled his fingers from the large handle, trying to slow his hammering heart and breathing so it would stop hurting his sore chest. Licking his dry lips, he leaned against the closest wall for a moment, closing his eyes and willing away the faint feeling in his head. Laying his wing against his back again, the angel stepped back up to the door, pulling it open a bit more with ease, finally slipping out through the opening.
Glancing to his left and right, both hallways seemed to be identical in leading into darkness. The only light that he saw were the twin torches staked on either said of the door he had just come out of. Deciding to take his chances in finding an exit to the outside, he started down the right side.
Keeping every sense on edge, the small angel crossed his arms to hold his elbows, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip with every limping step. He jumped when a torch suddenly lit itself on the wall to his side, raising his wing in defense. Finding no real threat, he lowered the feathers, sighing and continuing down the way, more torches lighting as he walked past. Coming to T, he looked left and then right, both hallways dark.
A sudden crash seemed to shake the very floor he stood on, echoing around him and mingling in with a dark laugh. His heart beginning to pound harshly in his chest, the angel spun full circle, looking desperately for where the sound was coming from.
“You look lost, Kid…” The menacing voice seemed to be coming from every direction at once, making the boy spin around as he searched, jumping when torches began lighting themselves quickly down the two dark passages he had been deciding on. A low chuckle came from behind him; soft brown eyes darting to look toward it, watching as the light from the end of the hallway was beginning to go out, as if a gust of wind had gone by. Backing up and pressing him against the wall, he stared with mounting fright as the darkness was coming closer, now a good eight sets of torches down. A tall figure was walking towards him, his shape outlined with flashes of gold, before the lights around him were extinguished. “…Take a left.”
The darkness sped up and approached rapidly with a burst. The angel let out a shriek and took off the best he could to his left, ignoring the harsh throbbing of his injured leg, the pain coursing up into his chest and making his head pound. Fire was lit on the sides of the walls as he ran and he could feel them go right back out a few feet behind him, a cold feeling touching the tips at the end of his wing. He tried to levitate his bad wing the best he could as he ran, enough so that he wouldn't trip over himself. Rounding a curve in the hall, the angel didn't realize he was going up a flight of carpeted stairs until he had reached the top. He could feel the presence behind him still, the sound of the fire going out with a hiss being heard over his labored breathing. Looking ahead, the boy nearly fainted with sudden relief at the sight that met him.
A door!
Running straight for it, the angel stretched his arms out as he hit it and the double doors flew open. His foot caught on the small step he hadn't seen, sending the boy skidding out across the linoleum floor with a gasp and a grunt. Curling his fingers, the white - haired angel opened his eyes, trying hard to breath properly.
“Out of bed and making trouble already, huh?”
Muscles tensing at the familiar voice, the angel noticed that there was a pair of black boots standing in front of his face. Swallowing his nerves, mocha eyes looked up, traveling the long body, clad in black jeans and a black tank top. Dark chocolate eyes stared down at him, a smug smirk printed across pale lips.
The sound of the doors opening again behind him made the angel jump to his feet and scrabble behind the demon in front of him, gripping tightly to the black shirt. Whimpering and clutching the material tighter when a new voice spoke, he could feel his body begin to shake out of fear again.
“Hey, where'd the kid go?”
A laugh erupted from the body he hid behind, before it disappeared, leaving him gripping air. His eyes going wide, the angel blinked in surprise, before spotting a blonde male standing a few feet away from him, also clad in black. His features twisted into a face of amusement, fangs glinting in an eerie grin.
“Well, well, well…” The man stalked closer, a predatory spark appearing in his lavender eyes. “You certainly gave a good chase there, for having so many injuries…”
As if on cue, the angel suddenly fell sideways, his leg finally giving out. Two arms wrapped around his chest though, pulling him back against a solid chest and keeping him upright. This position brought back memories of the previous night, when he had first been captured. Fear captivating him once more, the angel tried to pull from the grasp, only to have the arms tighten around him, crushing him.
Lips against his ear quieted him with a small shiver down his spine, the pressure around his chest letting up a bit, “Unless you want to die on this very spot, you will calm yourself. You are hurt and, right now, I only wish to help you. But you need to do what I say. Will you comply?”
A faint nod was given, showing that he understood.
Straightening himself, the demon smirked over to his friend, who was standing quietly with his arms crossed and his own smirk, the silver - haired demon asked, “What is your name, Angel?”
The boy bit his lip before he responded, but found no point in resisting.
“Ryou…” His voice was soft, definitely defining that of an angel. “And you are pinching my wing... it hurts…”
The demon behind him laughed, scooping him up into his arms with a soft jingle. “Right then, we'll have to fix that now, won't we? Marik, you won't mind closing that window in the other room, would you? Just meet me back in his room.” He nodded towards another set of double doors, before down to Ryou.
Marik nodded, “Yeah, sure thing.”
Flashing the angel in his friend's arms another predatoril grin, Marik headed out through the gray doors.