Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness of an Angel ❯ An Angel ( Chapter 1 )

Ryou stared around my house…the air smelled of blood and a rotten moldy musty odor. It wasn't the pleasantness of places but this what he called home. It used to be a lovely house. Until Bakura, his dreaded Yami showed up that one day. Oh you all know the story of how Ryou got his Millennium ring and the evil sprit that dwelled inside it for thousands of years.

Ryou sat on the blood stained couch looking about his house or what was left of it. He stared at the creamed colored shades that were now turned a dark muddy brown. He looked at the carpet that used be to soft and pure white but was now ruff and black The walls were splattered with Ryou`s blood and the wallpaper pealed off. Then Ryou spotted the picture of his family on the coffee table. The frame was shattered but Ryou didn't care he picked it up and tiny shards of glass dug into his fingers but he ignored the pain. He looked at his family.

The pictured showed his mother holding Amane, Ryou's sister in her arms and they both were laughing and his father standing behind his mother with one arm on her shoulder looking proud of his family and there Ryou was standing in front of his dad smile and toothy grin looking happy and free of all worries. But now it's a different story. Ryou's mother and sister died in a car accident about 4 years ago and Ryou's father is hardly ever around to care about him. Ryou stared at the picture longer trying to remember a time when he was happy…but he couldn't it was so long ago. Rage built up in Ryou and he hurled the picture across the room it hit the wall and the frame broke. Tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere and the picture floated down to the ground torn and ripped in two. Ryou curled up into a ball and rolled on his side. Tears flooded down his cheeks. "Why did they have to die?" Ryou sobbed out.

Ryou grabbed a pillow and shoved in his face. He screamed and yelled out of pain and sorrow. He had no one now. No one that actually cared for him but Ryou didn't know there was still one person that still cared and loved him with all his heart. Ryou heard footsteps coming down the hall. He curled up tighter not wanted to face his Yami. Bakura peered over the couch and saw Ryou's face buried in the pillow crying. Bakura knew that he missed his family and he wasn't actually Ryou's family either. Bakura sat on the torn old couch next to Ryou and looked at him for a long time thinking about his hikari. Ryou didn't even notice Bakura caring brown eyes on him, he was to busy thinking about he lost family. Ryou sobbed out louder. This made Bakura angry. /Why is he so damn weak! Why can't he forget about them and move on…"/ Bakura thought. Ryou let out small cries and screams.

Bakura reached over and pulled the pillow off Ryou's face ready to yell at him. He was fast asleep still sobbing muttering things about his family. Tears stilled poured down Ryou's face. Bakura reached and wiped them away. Ryou's flinched then smiled. He pulled Bakura's hand closer to his face rubbing his hand over his cheeks and smearing the tears away. Bakura stared at his Hikari wondering what he was dreaming about. Bakura planned to beat Ryou tonight but he could tell that tonight Ryou was in to much pain and grief to handle another beating. Ryou held Bakura's hand tight and hugged it. Bakura couldn't help but smile. He moved his hand away and carried Ryou upstairs to his room. Ryou held on to Bakura's shirt as they walked upstairs. He cried into his Yami's chest softly. Bakura stared down at Ryou and frowned.

Bakura placed Ryou on his bed. The sheets were stained with blood and juices from Bakura raping Ryou. Ryou let out a moan when Bakura placed him on the bed. Bakura pulled a sheet over Ryou. Ryou let out a whimper and grabbed the sheet and pulled it over his shoulder. Ryou turned on his side and let out a long sigh a tears slipped down his cheek. Bakura smelled the awful smell of the room. It smelled rotten. Bakura walked over to the window and opened it. He stared at the moon. It was full tonight. He turned around, the moonlight made Ryou seem like an angel. Ryou glowed and it made him look even more pale and beautiful. Bakura walked over to Ryou and sat on the bed. Ryou shivered and scooted closer to Bakura. He rubbed his head against Bakura's leg. Bakura let out a yawn.

He crawled under the sheets with his Hikari. Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou who shivered still. Ryou smiled and wrapped his legs and arms around Bakura. Bakura sighed. He loved the presence of his Hikari, his soft skin rubbing against his, the way he smelled like vanilla and the wonderful loving feeling he got whenever his Hikari was near to him. Ryou snuggled his head into Bakura chest. Ryou knew what would happen if he did that if he was awake but when he was asleep Bakura didn't seem to care what Ryou's did to him now. Ryou moved his head closer to Bakura's he let out small breathes.

There lips were so close Bakura could feel Ryou's breathe on his lips. Bakura moved his head closer to Ryou's and softly pressed his lips against Ryou's. Ryou sighed and kissed Bakura back unaware of what was happening. Bakura nipped softly at Ryou's soft lips. Ryou let out a small moan. Bakura moved his lips away from Ryou's and kissed him on the forehead. Bakura ran his hands threw Ryou's fluffy white mane. Bakura eyes started to feel heavy. He rested his head against Ryou's shoulder. Ryou let out a sigh and hugged his Yami tighter around the waist. Bakura shut his eyes and snuggled closer to Ryou he could only fear of what he would do to his beloved Hikari tomorrow.