Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Sky ❯ The Rescue ( Chapter 4 )

Tearing Down the Sky

Hato-chiisai

YAOI

I don*t own it.

Mally-chan*. This fic is for you, babe!

Chapter 4

The Rescue

Tea watched as Malik snuck out of the dorms, his father*s sword at his hip, and Ryou*s feather tied into his hair. He flew past her. She waited a moment, then followed. They dove out of the clouds, and streaked down, towards the gates of hell. She couldn*t let Malik do this. She had to talk some sense into him. and if she couldn*t, well, she wasn*t going to let him attempt this alone.

She watched as he stopped before the gates, and began yelling at the guards, taunting them. They lifted their barbed spears, and charged him. He turned, and fled. They chased him around a while, until he lost them. He quickly returned to the gets, and darted in. Tea grunted, surprised, and followed. The passage was long, and snaked back and forth. Suddenly, she heard Malik give a startled yelp. She raced around the corner, and stared. Malik was on a bridge, over molten rock, facing his counterpart. Tea*s eyes widened, when she saw the other demon.

Anzu smirked.

*Well well, Marik. Looks like your counterpart brought along mine.* The two blondes looked.

*Tea! Get out of here!* Malik snapped, drawing his sword. Anzu leapt at Tea, as she tried to run to Malik.

*No interference, girl.* Anzu snarled at Tea. Tea could only watch, as Malik attacked Marik. The scuffle was brief. Malik*s sword fell into the molten lava, melting, and Marik soon had Malik in a choke hold. Marik grinned.

*I win.* He announced, and brought the blade of his hand down on Malik*s neck. Malik moaned, and fainted.

*My turn.* Anzu snarled, and released Tea.

*You demons!* Tea sobbed, believing that Marik would now kill Malik.

*That*s exactly what we are.* Anzu drawled. Tea leapt at her, and a cat-fight followed. It ended with Anzu holding Tea by the throat, over the molten river.

*Game. Set. Match.* She snarled. Tea glared at her.

*If I go*.* She gasped. *I*m taking you with me.* And she clung to her demon counterpart, and backwinged, jerking the demoness over the edge, the wrapped her feather wings around Anzu*s leather ones. Anzu shrieked, as both girls plummeted to their deaths. Marik blinked.

*Well, that was unexpected.* He said to the unconscious Malik. *Oh well. Never really liked her anyway.* (AN: Neither did I, that* why I killed her. Twice. Lol ) He flung Malik over his shoulder with a grin.

*Can*t let Bakura be the only one with a pet angel.* He said, and flew home.

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Bakura rolled his eyes, at a knock on the door. He looked to see that the angel was comfortably reading a book of demon history he had given him, then went to answer the door.

*Yes, Yami?*

*Did you hear?!* Yami asked, excitedly.

*What?*

*Marik*s counterpart tried to sneak into Hell!*

*What?!? What for!?*

*To kill you! For killing your angel.* Yami said, and Bakura chuckled.

*Really?*

*Yeah! Marik caught him! He*s got him at his house now!*

*He*s got him at*.. Copycat*..* Bakura grumbled, amused. *I think I*ll go pay him a visit. Would you stay with the angel?*

*Uhhh*.. sure*..* Yami said. Bakura led him inside.

*Angel, I*m going out for a bit. This is Yami. He*s going to stay with you. Treat him, as you would me. Understand?*

*Yes, Master.* The angle said, submissively. Bakura smirked, and winked at Yami, then shut the door. Yami blinked, then sighed, and sat down, picking up a book himself. He looked up a moment later, and smirked when the angel quickly looked away.

*May I help you?* He asked, in good humor. Ryou slowly looked back to him. He seemed to think about this for a moment, then looked down.

*No, sir. I*m fine.* He said. Yami frowned slightly.

*You*re homesick.* He said, thoughtfully. It was a statement, not a question. Ryou swallowed, and nodded.

*Excuse me.* He said, and headed up the stairs. Half way up, he heard a knock on the door. He heard Yami answer it.

*Yami, there*s a disturbance at the gates. I need you to come with me, immediately.* Ryou frowned. That was Keith. Why wasn*t he surprised that Yami had answered Bakura*s door? Why didn*t he ask for Bakura? Ryou peeked around the corner and saw Yami leave. He grew tense. This didn*t feel right. Especially after what Bakura had told him about Keith. Ryou sighed, and ran to Bakura*s room. He looked around, and pulled a simple staff off of the wall, his personal weapon of choice, and ran down again. Prisoner or not, Ryou would not allow even his captors to be hurt in such a way. He opened the front door, took a deep breath, and leapt into the air, after Yami and Keith, who he could barely make out in the distance. He frowned, and sped up, determined to stop what he was sure was going to happen.

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*Copycat.* Bakura said, as soon as Marik opened the door. Marik grinned, and let Bakura in. *Well? Let me see him.* Bakura said, and Marik laughed, and led him upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as the door opened, Malik leapt to his feet. He glared at Marik, but when Bakura walked in, he lost it.

*You!* He screamed, straining against the chains that kept him bound to the wall by his wrists. *You murderer! I*ll kill you! You Bastard! I hate you! You killed him! You killed him! You asshole! I*ll rip your tail off and make you eat it!!!* Bakura and Marik stared at this unexpected outburst, and the angry tears running down the angel*s face.

*I think he means your angel.* Marik muttered.

*You didn*t tell him that he*s alive?*

*No. Should I?*

*No*..* Bakura said. *Wait. And I won*t tell my angel that you have this one. You know, my angel told me that Ishizu*s counterpart was your angel*s sister, and that she raised both your angel and mine.*

*Really?*

*I*d better leave. You*ll never get him calm if I stay here.* Bakura chuckled, at the still screaming angel. Marik laughed, and nodded, closing the door on the angle*s screams. Bakura headed out into the street, only to knock into Ryuuji.

*Bakura! Your angel*s flying away!*

*What?! Twice in one day?!* He gasped, then leapt into the air. *I warned you angel.* He snarled, heading in the direction Ryuuji pointed at.

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Yami was confused. Keith seemed to be taking the long way to the gates. He was just about to ask Keith about it, when the demon suddenly slammed into him. Yami let out an *oomph!* as he was thrown from the air an to the ground. Keith pounced, and pinned him down, crushing his mouth to Yami*s. Yami panicked. He knew what Keith had done to Marik, and what he had tried to do to Bakura. And now, he was next. He struggled, but Keith was more than twice as big, and twice as strong. His shirt was ripped off, and Keith began to ravage his bare chest, as the rocky ground dug into his back. Keith forced his thighs apart, and settled between them, opening the younger demon*s leather pants. Yami fought against the frightened tears that threatened to fall. Suddenly, there was a flash of white. Yami turned his head, and stared.

*GET OFF OF HIM!!!* Ryou screamed, and plowed straight into Keith, hurling him off of Yami, who quickly did up his pants and scrambled to his feet. Keith pulled his broadsword, and slashed at the angel. Ryou blocked the blow with the staff, and whirled, smacking Keith in the jaw with the side of the staff. Keith stumbled, and Ryou glared, placing himself between the two demons. He spun the staff in his hands, and thrust it forwards, jabbing Keith in the stomach. Keith recovered quickly, and grabbed the end of the staff, jerking it from Ryou*s hands, and whipped it across the side of Ryou*s head, knocking him to the ground. Ryou yelped as the rough rocks slashed at his bare arms and legs. Yami jumped forwards, but his face caught the other end of the staff, and he was knocked unconscious. Keith stared down at the pair, grinning when the angel moaned, and lifted his head slightly. Keith strode over quickly, and jabbed the angel in the back, between his wings.

*Stay down.* Keith snarled, and Ryou felt the fear rise in him. When Keith pinned him down, and spread his thighs, he screamed. Keith punched him in the back of the head, slamming his forehead into the ground, where the rocks left a jagged gash. The blood dripped down his face and mingled with the tears, when Keith flipped the hem of his tunic up. The blonde demon grinned, delighted that the angel was wearing nothing underneath. He unfastened his own pants, freeing his erection and positioned himself above the sobbing angel.

*KEITH!!!* there was a loud crack, and something wrapped around his neck, and he was choked and jerked back. The angel quickly scrambled away and turned to look as Bakura dragged Keith away from him. He pulled his tunic down to cover himself, and pressed himself against a large rock, sobbing. Marik slammed his fist into Keith*s jaw. Keith hit back, and sent Marik sprawling. Keith gripped the whip around his neck, and jerked, sending Bakura crashing painfully into a rather large rock. Ryuuji looked up from Yami*s side as Keith cursed, and flew away as quick as he could. Marik moaned, and got up, going to Yami*s side as well. Bakura, however, stalked up to Ryou. He seized a handful of his hair, and jerked him to his feet.

*Slave!* He spat. *I warned you! I told you if you tried this again, that you*d get the beating of your life!* Ryou whimpered, unable to form words. He shrieked in fear when Bakura cracked the whip, threateningly. He released Ryou*s hair, then jerked the fabric off of his shoulder, and let the black garment fall around Ryou*s ankles. He spun him around, and shoved him to his knees, then stepped back, and raised the whip.

*Maybe next time, you*ll think twice before trying to escape.* Bakura snapped, and swung the whip towards Ryou*s exposed back and thighs. Suddenly, a strong hand gripped his wrist, and stopped the whip*s swift path, so it only flicked at Ryou*s shoulder, slightly, though it brought a terrified cry from the boy*s throat.

*Bakura! Wait!* Yami said, tearing the whip from Bakura*s hand. *It was Keith. He told me there was a disturbance at the gate and to go with him. I was a fool, and I went. He tried to rape me, Bakura.* Bakura stared at Yami. *Your angel stopped him. He saved me.* Bakura slowly turned, and stared at the trembling figure.

*He*. Saved you?* He gasped. Yami nodded, and Bakura looked down, ashamed. *Are you all right?*

*I*m fine.* Yami said, then pointed to Ryou. *He, however, could use a healer for those gashes.* Bakura nodded, and coiled the whip around his waist. He slowly approached Ryou, and knelt next to him, pulling the black tunic up to cover the boy*s nudity.

*I*m sorry.* Bakura said, gently. *I thought you had made a break for it. You saved Yami. Thank you.* Ryou stared at Bakura, his eyes full of tears. Bakura winced, then gently, wiped the tears from Ryou*s face, and helped the angel to his feet. *Let*s go home, and get you cleaned up.* H said, taking Ryou*s hand in the one that was bandaged.

*Ryou.* Yami called, and the angel looked. *Thank you. Very much. But, why?* Ryou swallowed.

*No one deserves to be raped.* He said, quietly. Bakura looked at Marik.

*Could you send your sister to my house?*

*Right away.* Marik said, nodding.

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Ryou looked up when Bakura opened the door, and cringed when Ishizu walked in behind Marik. Ryuuji and Yami said hello as they sat on the sofa, on either side of Ryou, stroking his wings gently.

~~*FLASHBACK*~~

*What are you staring at?* Bakura said.

*His wings.* Ryuuji replied, staring at Ryou*s wings. Ryou looked down, shyly. He had just gotten out of the bath, where Bakura had gently washed his wounds, and was dressed in the low hanging, baggy black pants that Bakura had tried to get him to wear the first time. Bakura chuckled.

*If you so fascinated, why don*t you ask him if you can touch them? They*re really soft.* Bakura said, running his fingers through Ryou*s feathers, making him shiver in response.

*I don*t mind*..* Ryou mumbled. His wings, though powerful, were very sensitive to gentle touches, and he couldn*t help but enjoy it as both Ryuuji and Yami began to gently feel his wings, petting and stroking them.

*I*ve never felt anything so soft*.* Yami gasped.

~~*END FLASHBACK*~~

*What are you two doing?* Ishizu asked, amused.

*Feeling his wings.* Yami said, and to Ryou*s embarrassment, he wrapped his arms all the way around his left wing, and buried his face into the feathers. He inhaled deeply, then looked at Bakura. *Your angel smells good.* He said, grinning, and Ryou flushed, and looked down at his lap. Bakura frowned, as Ryuuji hid his face in Ryou*s wing.

*Oohh*. He does*..* He said, looking up, grinning.

*Lemme see.* Marik said, and Ryou suddenly found himself with four demons* faces in his feathers. Ishizu laughed at the look on Ryou*s face.

*He smells*.. creamy.* Bakura said, looking up at Marik.

*Sugary.* Marik said, nodding.

*I think he kinda smells like vanilla.* Yami said, cocking his head. Ryuuji looked up.

*I smell gardenia*.* He said. Ryou hid his bright red face in his hands. Ishizu grinned.

*Let me see.* She said, and sniffed Ryou*s wings. *I smell all of the above. But mostly creamy gardenia.* She said, and Ryou mumbled something.

*What?* Bakura asked.

*Stop smelling me!* He moaned, and the demons laughed at the blushing angel.

*Stop it you guys, he*s been through enough.* Ishizu said, kneeling in front of Ryou. *Let me see your forehead, angel.* Ryou lifted his face, but refused to make eye-contact with the demoness. *Hmmm*..* She said, with a slight frown. *I can heal this, no problem.* She said, and laid a gentle hand on the gash. A purple glow consumed her hand, and when she removed it, all that was left was a pale scar.

*It should fade by morning.* She said, and moved to healing Ryou*s other injuries.

*Ishizu, the boy was learning to be a healer himself.* Bakura said.

*Oh?* Ishizu replied, running her hands over Ryou*s arms.

*Could you take some time out, and maybe teach him a bit?* Bakura asked.

*Of course. If he wants me to.* She looked at Ryou, who looked away, a frown on his face.

*Oh, yeah*.* Bakura mumbled. *I forgot about that*.*

*What?* Ishizu asked.

*You killed your counterpart.* Bakura said. *She raised Ryou*** Ishizu blinked, then looked at Ryou, who was furiously rubbing his eyes.

*Oh. I see** she said, and stood. *Well, when he*s ready, I*ll be glad to teach him. I*m sure he*d make a wonderful student. Speaking of which, I must get back to my students. Marik, don*t forget to**

*I know, Ishizu*..* Marik groaned, rolling his eyes. *I*ll go now. See ya, Bakura.* Bakura closed the door after the tan demons, and looked back at Ryou. He stared at the boy*s bare torso, his alabaster skin standing out against the black silk on his legs.

*Yami, Ryuuji, I think I need to get the angel to bed. He*s had a long day.* Bakura said. Yami and Ryuuji stood, and gave Ryou a final pat, then left, talking quietly to themselves. Bakura turned, and looked at Ryou, who truly looked exhausted. He sighed, and walked over to him.

*You tired?* He asked. Ryou nodded. *I have to go on patrol. Why don*t you go upstairs, and go to sleep. When I get home, we can have dinner. All right?* Ryou nodded mutely, and shuffled upstairs. He entered the bedroom, and looked around. He returned to the corner he had slept in before, and lay down, on one wing, keeping his skin from the cold floor, and wrapping his other wing around himself like a blanket. Slowly, his eyes closed.

*I love you, Malik**.*

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Malik lifted his head off of his knees when the door to the bedroom opened. He glared at Marik as he walked in. Marik stared right back at Malik.

*Malik, right?* Marik said. Malik narrowed his eyes. *I am Marik.* Malik didn*t respond. *Listen angel, you can make this easy, or you can make this hard. It*s your choice. But believe me, you don*t want to make things hard. First things first, take off that*. thing.* Malik scowled, but stood, and discarded his tunic, glaring at Marik the whole time. Marik smirked. *Good choice. As long as you behave, I won*t hurt you.* He slowly approached Malik, and unlocked the shackles from his wrists. Malik rubbed his wrists, still glaring at Marik. *You want to kill Bakura.* He said, beckoning Malik to follow him. Malik hesitated, then did so. *Why?* Marik said, leading Malik into the bathroom, and beginning to undress himself.

*He killed Ryou.* Malik snarled. Marik looked at Malik, as the angel closed his eyes. *He killed him*.*

*I take it this, Ryou, meant a lot to you.*

*He was everything.*

*How close were you?* Marik asked, approaching the angel slowly, so as not to alarm him.

*Close.*

*How close?*

*Close.* Was all Malik would say. Marik gave an annoyed sigh.

*HOW close?* He demanded. Malik reached up and pulled Ryou*s feather from his hair, and stared at it.

*We were*.. lovers**.* He said, softly, and felt a tear make its way down hi face. Marik felt his heart clench.

*I*m sorry*.* He said, looking away. He wanted to tell the grieving boy the truth, but Bakura had told him not to.

*I loved him*.* Malik whimpered. *And he took him away from me. The, the day after tomorrow was his*. Birthday*** Marik stared. He should tell Bakura that.

*Was it?* He asked. Malik nodded.

*He was going to be sixteen. And now, he*s gone. I never got to hold him, one last time. I never got to tell him what he meant to me! I never got to, to*.* Malik*s voice faded, and he fell to his knees, and wept. Marik slowly knelt, and wrapped his arms around the angel, who stiffened at first, but then let his body go limp, as he cried into the demon*s chest. Marik gently stroked his hair, and rocked him, crooning to the boy in his throat. He found his face in Malik*s wing, and inhaled, deeply. He smiled. His scent was distinctly different from Ryou*s creamy aroma. Malik*s scent was sweet, but sharp, and spicy, like cinnamon. He stroked his wings, and let the boy cry.

*I*m sorry.* Marik whispered, after a while. *I have a lover. I couldn*t stand losing him. I can only imagine what you*re going through.* Malik wanted to snap at the demon, but he felt that his captor genuinely meant what he was saying. Marik pulled away from Malik, and lifted his face. *Stop crying. It*s okay.* Malik sniffled, and wiped his tears away. Marik smiled gently. *You*re beautiful.* He murmured, and turned, sliding into the tub. Malik sighed, and followed, keeping his wings above the water. He felt firm hands on his back, and closed his eyes, relaxing, as Marik began to slowly wash his body. What was the point in fighting? He couldn*t escape. Even if he could, what would be the point? With Ryou gone, nothing was worth anything to Malik anymore. He let a single tear roll down his face. Ryou was gone. He didn*t care what happened to him now*

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Yugi stared at his feet, as did Joey, and Otogi, on either side of him. the Arch Angels were staring at them, as were Seto and Tristan.

*Yugi, do you know where Malik is?* Pegasus asked the young angel. Yugi sniffled, and nodded, slowly.

*He, he went to Hell.* He said, and gasps went around the council chamber. *He went to kill the demon that killed Ryou.*

*WHAT?!?* Solomon roared, and the three young angels flinched.

*We tried to talk him out of it!* Otogi squeaked. *But he didn*t listen.*

*Are you aware that Tea is also missing?* An Arch Angel by the name of Risido said. All three angels looked up in horror.

*What?!?* Joey gasped. *Tea?! Oh, no, she must have followed Malik!* Pegasus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

*Three angels in two days*..* He said. He had no clue that the count was going to rise**

There, I updated. Happy, Mally? ^_^ I updated just for you!!!!!! Oh, hey, people, you can see a few pics I did for TDtS on Ryou-Bakura*s site! Bakura with Ryou in a headlock, and Malik, Ryou, Yugi, and Otogi as angels. Joey got cut off. Gomen. Anyway, next chapter, The Surrender