Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Sky ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

Tearing Down the Sky

Hato-chiisai

YAOI

Disclaimer: Ownership is not mine.

Okay, I finally was convinced to start posting this. It was kinda inspired by One Last Breath. Go read it. I hope you guys like the fic. Oh, and as to the sequel to Koibito Yami, Millennoim Balance, IT GOT DELETED! Not from ff.net, I never had a chance to post it. It got deleted from my computer, so I have to start over. I*ll do what I can, as fast as I can.

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Chapter 1

The Meeting

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Above and below where our eyes cannot see, there are civilizations much like our own. Three races of beings were created by the One Divinity; Angels of the Sky, Demons of the Flame, and Man of the Earth. Angels and Demons were powerful beings, while men, stuck between them, was weak. Not long after being created, the Demons and Angels were abandoned by their creator, who, for some reason, favored Man. Both blamed the other race for the abandonment, and they grew to hate each other.

It was soon found that each and every being had a twin. A counterpart in the other race. Eventually, destiny would bring the two face to face. This meeting would result in a fight to the death. Others were forbidden to interfere. The children of both races were born like Men, but as they grew, they sprouted wings. They were raised and trained to fight as soon as they could fly.

So time passed. Thousands of years later, the creator is all but forgotten, and the races still war upon one another, not even knowing why.

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Sunlight streamed in, glinting off of pale gray hair, and a narrow face. The brows furrowed, and two light brown eyes blinked open. The tall being groaned, and rolled over, lifting a large feathery wing as a shield against the sun. The man sighed, then sat up, getting out of bed. He walked over to the vanity, and leaned on it, staring at his reflection.

*Why me?* He moaned. He sighed, and proceeded to dress. He could not be late. He had to set an example. When he was ready, he stepped out of his home, and stretched his wings. He looked at two younger men gliding to his door step. Both had brown hair, and one had brown eyes, the other had blue. They landed, and gave a nod to the gray haired man.

*Good morning, sir.*

*Morning, Pegasus.* The two said. The man, Pegasus, nodded a greeting.

*Good morning, Tristan, Seto. Shall we start on our way?* He said. the two nodded, and followed him, beating their wings a few times to get airborne. They flew through the village, until they reached a vast empty expanse of clouds.

*Nice to see some of the Fledglings arriving early.* Seto said. Pegasus nodded. He didn*t really care, he never wanted this job. He was a warrior, not a trainer of children. He had been promoted to Arch Angel because of his battle skill. But those of higher ranking, the elder Arch Angels, had chosen him to begin the training of the young angels, once their wings had developed enough to carry them efficiently in flight. Pegasus did not like teaching, and he did not like children. And he was stuck with both, day in and day out. The last batch had graduated to advanced training, and Pegasus was put in charge of the new group. At least he was given help. Two of the top angels, who had just graduated to the rank of soldiers, were assigned to help him keep the youngsters in line. He looked over the young angels that had gathered. His eyes were especially drawn to the small bunch separated from the main group.

This group included the smallest of the group of trainees, a young boy named Yugi, who was stretching his wings for the upcoming flight exercise, and chatting animatedly with his friends. The tall blonde next to him, was Joey, who replied to what Yugi had said very loudly, slamming his fist into his palm, and flaring his wings. A boy with black hair and green eyes, Otogi, laughed, and slapped Joey upside the head. The girl with brown hair and blue eyes, Tea, was scolding all three of the boys. The last member of the group, the smallest, aside from Yugi, simply sat with his wings wrapped around him, laughing to himself at his four friends. This angel was Ryou, and also happened to be Pegasus* nephew. Their looks ran in the family. Like Pegasus, Ryou had long silvery hair, slightly whiter in color, and the boy*s brown eyes were darker than his uncle*s. Of course, Pegasus hardly knew Ryou, they had no relationship other than teacher and student, and Ryou received no special treatment.

Pegasus sighed, and backwinged, touching his feet to the ground, Seto and Tristan next to him. The angels lined up, as expected. Pegasus walked down the line, inspecting the ranks, pointing out flaws here and there.

*Ushio, I told you to wear a clean tunic, Miho, take off that lipstick, this is training, not a party. Joey, do something with your hair, and wipe that smudge from your face. Otogi, don*t slouch. Chin up. Your wing feathers are ruffled, Yugi. Ryou, your wings are drooping, hold them up. Higher. There you go.* He was interrupted by Seto coughing. He looked at the young man, who looked up, pointedly. Pegasus looked, and sighed, shaking his head, as an angel came wheeling in at reckless speeds.

*LOOK OUT!!!* the angel cried, and the line scattered, as the angel made a sloppy landing. The line quickly reformed at Tristan*s command, and the new arrival took his place next to Ryou, who looked like he was trying not to laugh. Pegasus growled under his breath, and stalked towards the tan skinned boy. Bright lavender eyes looked up at him from beneath wild blonde hair, and he smirked, sheepishly.

*Uh, good morning, sir** He panted.

*You have yet to be on time Malik. I*m getting tired of your constant tardiness. Smooth out your wings, fix your tunic and straighten you halo. SILENTLY!* He barked, gesturing to the gold ring that hovered above Malik*s head, completely askew. Malik laughed, nervously.

*Yessir.* He said, and straightened his halo, then proceeded to fix himself up, with a bit of help from Ryou for those hard to reach spots on his wings. Ryou also happened to be his lover. Pegasus sighed, and began to lecture.

*Almost all of our battles with the demons will be in the air.* He said, loudly. *Therefore, we must make sure that is to our advantage. Our wings are stronger, and we can be faster. We must be better! That is what I have been teaching you. The Demons have their weapons, but they are deadly even without them. They have numerous weapons built in.* He turned at a giggle. Ryou was whispering to Malik, after Malik had said something humorous. *Ryou!* Pegasus barked. The boy jumped, and looked up, guiltily.

*Uh, yessir*?* He squeaked.

*You must know all of this since you find it a waste of time to listen.* Ryou swallowed. *Perhaps you can tell us about the deadly weapons that the Demons have naturally. Please, enlighten us, Ryou.* Ryou nodded.

*Uh, yessir. Where should I start?*

*Start with the head and work your way down.*

*Ummm, okay*. Well, some of the older Demons may grow horns, it*s a common mutation.* Ryou began. *They have sharp eye teeth, but rarely use them as a weapon. Their wings are clawed, and the hooked claw at the joint can act as a finger, and hold things. They have retractable claws on their hands and feet.*

*And the tail?*

*The tail has no bone in it, it*s solid muscle. The tail is prehensile and powerful. There*s a retractable stinger on the tip, and retractable barbs, so they can switch from a smooth tail to one much like an arrow. They use this as a whip and use the barbs to slash at their opponent. The stinger carries a deadly venom that they can inject. The tail has almost no limit to how it can move so it can be considered the most dangerous part of a Demon*s anatomy.* Pegasus nodded.

*Well done.*

*You sound like a teacher, Ryou.* Malik snickered.

*It*s nice to hear someone who actually listens for a change.* Pegasus snapped. *Now, half of your defense is how you fly with your comrades. I want you in formation as soon as possible once airborne.* Pegasus gave the command to lift off, and watched as nearly two dozen pairs of wings beat against the air, lifting their owners into the air. He watched the young angels get into formation.

*Record time, Pegasus.* Seto said.

*Then let*s go.* Pegasus replied, and followed the young angels as they glided. Tristan and Seto darted in and out of the ranks, correcting things here and there. Pegasus swooped above them, and hovered, eyeing the teenage angels critically. A gust of wind threw Yugi off balance, and he was caught by Otogi, who helped him back on track. Pegasus grunted. It wasn*t Yugi*s fault, he was new at flying. He*d have to set him up with another angel for flight tutoring. Malik, perhaps. Despite the boy*s reckless flying when he was late, he was one of the best flyers among the trainees. He had him tutor Ryou when the boy was having trouble, and now Ryou was one of the most graceful angels Pegasus had ever seen in the air.

Pegasus saw Yugi was still having trouble with the strong winds, so he glided down to offer some advice that may help the young fledgling.

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Not far from the class, two dark figures arrowed their way through the sky at neck breaking speeds, their leathery wings slicing through the air like a white hot knife through butter. Their patrol shift was almost over, and both were eager to return to the fiery depths they had been born into.

*Can*t we cut patrol early?* The taller whined, turning violet eyes onto his brown eyed companion.

*Not unless we want kitchen duty again, Marik.* The smaller of the pair answered with a smirk. *Like last time.*

*Oh, c*mon, Baku, that*s only if we get caught*.*

*We both know that Keith would like nothing more that to get us in trouble again.* The silver haired Demon reasoned. *We*re almost done, we can stick it**

*Hello*.* Marik mused, and backwinged, grabbing Bakura by the tail, and jerking him behind a cloud.

*Hey! Let go of my tail!* Bakura snapped.

*Shhh!* Marik ordered, creeping to the edge of the cloud and peering down. *Check this out. Class is in session.* Bakura frowned, and looked. Slowly, an evil smile spread across his face as he gazed upon the formation of young angels gliding below the cloud he and Marik were sitting on.

*Ohhhh, how cute** Bakura chuckled, darkly. *Fledgling Angels.* Marik grinned.

*Let*s have some fun with them** The tan blonde snickered.

*Who*s that with them?* Bakura asked.

**.shit. It*s Pegasus.*

*The Arch Angel?*

*Yeah.*

*Well, if we play our cards right, he won*t be able to find us in the chaos. And besides, attacking a patrol could lead to a battle*. Pegasus wouldn't do that*..* Bakura said, grinning. *And those others look like they*re hardly older than us. So, let*s cause some confusion, shall we?* Marik grinned as well, and flared his wings.

*Let*s go.* They dove off of the cloud, and plummeted down towards the Angels. When they got within fifty feet, both let out loud war cries. Seto and Tristan whirled.

*DEMONS!* Seto shouted. The fledglings whirled in a panic, and scattered as the Demon*s path took them straight to the center of the flight formation. Pegasus began barking orders, but he could not be heard over the terrified screams of the students.

Yugi was cartwheeling through the air, knocked by a much larger classmate, and crashed into Ryou, sending the boy spiraling down, landing awkwardly on a cloud. Malik got his wings tangled with Otogi*s and the pair plummeted towards earth, trying to sort out their feathery limbs, while Joey caught Yugi and dragged him away from the chaos. Seto and Tristan had tried to follow the Demons, but got lost, and now Tristan was trying to pry a hysterical Tea from Seto.

Perched on a cloud, the Demons admired their handiwork, laughing at the panicked youngsters and an anxious Arch Angel trying to maintain control, which he had lost completely. Suddenly, Marik stopped laughing, and nudged Bakura with his elbow.

*Well, well, well*.. Look at what we have there** He mused, pointing to a lower cloud. Bakura looked, and stopped laughing too. He narrowed his eyes. *No doubt, Bakura.* Marik said. *That little fledgling is your counterpart* Why don*t you go say hello to the little guy.* Bakura smirked.

*I think I will.* The pale demon drawled, and glided down, landing softly before the young angel, on his hands and knees, who looked up quickly. Ryou froze, and the demon smirked as he paled. Everything stopped. The angels all froze, and stared as the counterparts faced each other. Pegasus felt his heart drop. Luck was not with them, and he could do nothing to stop what was about to happen. The two would engage in a mortal combat; a fight Ryou could not possibly hope to win. All the Arch Angel could do, was stand, and watch.

Malik and Otogi returned, landing on a cloud by Joey and Yugi.

*Damned Demons** Malik muttered, then noticed the horrified looks on Yugi and Joey*s faces, and looking around, he saw Seto and Tristan with similar expressions. He followed their gazes, and froze. The color drained from his face. *Ryou***

Ryou began to tremble in fear as his demon counterpart slowly strode towards him, then knelt, placing their faces a mere foot apart.

*I am Bakura.* The demon sneered. *Your name, angel?* Ryou swallowed, and his face fell.

***..R-ryou*..* He whimpered.

*Ryou*..* Bakura repeated, feeling the name roll off of his tongue. The angel fascinated him. He had never met one face to face before, and this, he reasoned, could be his only chance. He stretched a hand out, and dug his fingers into the thick feathers of Ryou*s wing, stroking it firmly. Ryou squeaked in fear. Bakura smirked, and Ryou squeaked again, when he plucked a feather and examined it closely, feeling its softness. He smiled, slightly, and swiped the feather over his lips, slowly, enjoying the feeling. He released the feather, and watched it float away on the wind, before turning back to Ryou.

The feather was blown into Malik*s chest, and the boy snatched it. Holding it tightly, he felt tears form in his eyes. He knew what was going to happen. He knew that today he would witness his lover*s murder, and could do nothing to stop it. He clutched Ryou*s feather to his heart, as he trembled, already grieving.

Bakura placed his fingers on Ryou*s chin, and lifted his face, to stare into the large frightened eyes.

*You know what is expected.* He murmured, stroking Ryou*s cheek. The angel trembled violently. Bakura smirked, and slid his hand down, wrapping around the boy*s throat. He stood, and Ryou squeaked, as he was lifted off of the cloud, his feet dangling. Bakura squeezed Ryou*s throat, then, released him. Ryou fell to his knees, coughing. Bakura grinned, and flared his wings.

*Get up, angel*.* He snapped. Ryou stumbled to his feet, and looked at Bakura. *Fight me.* Ryou swallowed. He could never win, and he knew it. Bakura*s tail thrashed, and the twin barbs snapped out, forking his tail. He lashed out, and Ryou gasped, as a thin trail of blood appeared on his cheek. Ryou backed away. Bakura unsheathed his claws. *Come on, angel. Don*t just stand there** Ryou panicked. He whirled, and to everyone*s surprise, dove off of the cloud, and fled, beating his wings as hard as he could. Bakura blinked, then snarled. With a snap, the leather around his waist uncoiled into a fifteen foot whip. With a crack of the whip, he dove off of the cloud, in hot pursuit. Marik laughed, and followed not wanting to miss any of the action. The angels followed, led by Malik and Pegasus.

Ryou had never flown so fast, but he could hear the demon gaining. His face was streaked with frightened tears. The demon lashed out, and Ryou ducked out of the way in a barrel roll. Bakura cursed, and swerved after the angel. He could fly better than Bakura thought. But he was still gaining on the boy. He glided up along side of Ryou.

*Coward!* He spat. Ryou whimpered, then folded his wings, and dropped like missile, straight down. Bakura smirked. Two could play at that game. He folded his wings and rocketed after the boy. Just before he collided with the angel, Ryou rolled out of the way, spread his wings, and rose swiftly. Bakura cursed again, and snapped the whip. The black coil snapped across Ryou*s vision a split second before it wrapped around his throat. Ryou was jerked back, and he gagged, then tried to tear it from his neck. With an evil laugh, Bakura shot through the air, dragging Ryou behind, keeping him off balance, and unable to do anything to defend himself.

Malik screamed, and tried to go to Ryou*s aid, but was grabbed.

*PEGASUS! LET ME GO!* He cried, struggling against the Arch Angel.

*You are not allowed to help him. I*m sorry, but you must stay out of it.* Pegasus hissed. *I know he*s your lover. He*s my nephew. But we can do nothing.*

*YES WE CAN!!! AM I THE ONLY ONE WILLING?!?* Malik screamed, and broke free of Pegasus, only to be tackled by Tristan and Seto.

Bakura got bored of dragging Ryou around, and landed on a cloud, slamming Ryou into it as hard as he could. Ryou landed with a broken cry, and lay still. Bakura smirked, and approached him. He whimpered, and managed to get to his hands and knees. Ryou lifted a hand, trying to loosen the coils around his throat. Bakura immediately planted a foot between the base of the boy*s wings, and tightened the whip, choking the fledgling angel. Malik stopped struggling and went limp, in hopelessness, staring at Ryou*s terrified tear streaked face. When Ryou locked eyes with his tan lover, Malik felt his own tears flooding down his face.

*You won*t even TRY to defend yourself?* Bakura sneered. *Pitiful.* He released Ryou, tossing his whip aside. *In that case, I*ll finish you with my bare hands.* He fell upon Ryou, slamming his fist into the boy*s body, until he backed off to catch his breath. Ryou was bruised and bleeding, but refused to die like that. Not in front of his uncle. Ryou staggered to his feet, trying to stop his tears. Bakura smirked, and pounced again. He got Ryou into a headlock, the boy*s blood, sweat and tears soaking his shirt so it clung to his ribs.

*I*m disappointed, Pegasus!* Bakura shouted at the Arch Angel. *I expected more of your students.* Pegasus scowled.

*You*re picking on a child who has barely begun his training, demon.* He called. *Release my nephew, and return for him another day.* Though it sounded like a simple suggestion, inside, Pegasus was pleading desperately. Bakura grinned, amused.

*Nephew, eh? How nice. Your line is strong. He may have been an arch angel one day. Unfortunately, he*ll never live that long.* Bakura called, and released Ryou, who fell to his hands and knees. Bakura lashed out with his foot, sending the boy sprawling on his back. Bakura knelt next to the battered form, snaking his tail around his body, and waving the tip in front of the boy*s eyes, drawing him out of his daze. When Ryou*s eyes focused on the tail, he stiffened. Bakura smirked, and slowly, to scare the boy even more, let his needle-like stinger slide from its sheathe.

He fisted his hand in Ryou*s hair, and jerked his head back, exposing his throat. He gently ran his claws over the taught skin, drawing a vibration as the angel whimpered. Bakura positioned his tail, and slowly slid the stinger deep into the boy*s throat. Ryou cried out in pain and fear. Bakura leaned over, placing his lips by Ryou*s ear.

*I could pump you so full of venom, that you*d be dead in seconds.* He hissed. *I could poison you slowly, letting you die in agony.* Ryou sobbed, when he felt a stinging sensation, letting him know that venom had been injected into his body. He could feel it begin to spread through his system. Bakura chuckled. He pulled the stinger from Ryou*s flesh, leaving a deep puncture wound. *But I won*t. I don*t feel like killing you. Not yet. You are at my mercy, angel. And you will return with me. I will kill you when I feel like it. Now sleep.* Bakura*s voice began to fade, and the world grew dim and hazy. Ryou whimpered, and tried to move. He tried to call out to Malik, but he could not find his voice. His eyes closed, and his body went limp.

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