When angels die
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Broken souls
Chapter 2: Broken souls
//If I met you… my beautiful other part … what would you do? Screamed for seeing a monster or curiously asked who I am?
The fourth day of death – the diary of a demon//
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
He was warm. The sensation he didn’t believe to feel again. It felt good. Something was wrapped around his beaten body and calmed his flushed nerves. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He wasn’t cold for the first time in days and he wanted to keep it that way.
Suddenly, something wet run across his cheek.
“Wake up!”
He didn’t want to. The wet touch was there again this time on his lips. It wasn’t bad. Actually, it was kind of nice. Maybe he could open his eyes just a little.
The eyelids twitched and reveal a pair of beautiful violet orbs. Ryou stared into identical eyes leaning just above him. It was supposed to make him feel confused, surprised or something like that. Instead he didn’t feel anything. He was death inside. For a very long time he wasn’t able to feel anything. That was why he just stared back into these foreign eyes and didn’t say anything.
Nothing was matter to him anymore.
Bakura was staring into the angel’s eyes – confused. They were death. He didn’t understand. The angel was breathing, his skin was warm under his touch but these eyes were as dull as eyes of these the demon killed. Experimentally, Bakura ran his tongue across the angel’s lips again. He expected the boy to push him away or twitch or anything, he definitely didn’t expect him to just lie there.
“What are you doing?” asked Ryou not really caring for the answer. His voice was as dull and dead as his eyes.
“What would you say?”
Ryou closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired, but he didn’t feel like talking at all. It didn’t bothered him where he was or who was with him. Nothing was matter anymore. Not to him.
“Where am I?”
The demon pulled back. He couldn’t believe it! The angel was unfazed as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t know how dangerous the demon was. As if he didn’t care.
“In a cave. I found you two days ago. You were half dead.”
Bakura didn’t understand. He wanted to kill the angel. He wanted to hear him scream in pain… yet he couldn’t do that. The dull eyes of death he saw when the angel woke up intrigued him so much that he wanted to know more. More about the angel who was lying on the ground uncaring if he was alive or not. He wanted to know more and he was about to find more.
“Angel, what’s your name?” Bakura’s voice was low with danger and threat … but under that was something more that not even him could only label as interest. The dull eyes looked at him.
“Does it matter?”
Within Bakura’s chest boiled anger. Stupid angel. Why can’t he answer his question with an answer and not another question? Of course it mattered. At least to him. Bakura never bothered with what will be tomorrow. For him existed only now. Right now, there was an angel he was eager to lay his hands on and strangled him to death.
“I want to know, angel! Tell me your name!” the absoluteness of that command left Ryou untouched. The boy slowly closed his eyes again.
“Ryou.”
Bakura’s eye twitched. That kid must be a suicidal if he was acting like that. Like a spoiled brat Bakura felt a rage rising inside of him. Never before any person dared to treat him like that. Treat him with absolute non-interest and fearlessness. Bakura wanted to act like a small child that wanted more attention from adults. Experimentally, Bakura ran his tongue across the angel’s lips again only to change this action into a deep and rough kiss. Ryou didn’t pull away, still he didn’t return the kiss either. He was just lying there emotionlessly and lifelessly.
The demon was sure that if he raped the boy he wouldn’t even flinch. Actually, Ryou wouldn’t probably notice such an act. But … the angel tasted sweet. Like a cinnamon stick and something entirely different. Whatever it was Bakura wanted to feel more of it. He let his tongue to run across the moist walls of Ryou’s mouth and moaned from the overwhelming taste.
When he pulled away his aroused mood quickly drooped death at the sight of unmoved angel. He didn’t understand why he wanted so much the attention of one angel brat but it was frustrating that he didn’t get it. He wanted to hear him scream. It didn’t matter to him if in pleasure or pain. He wanted to see emotion in those lifeless eyes. Anything from pain to fear.
Anything as long as he was cause of that emotion.
But the boy was just lying there ignoring everything around him. Even Bakura. The demon couldn’t break him because he already was broken. With an annoyed sigh Bakura plopped on his elbows and looked directly into the angel’s eyes that were staring back at him.
“You are no fun. I should let you die!” he growled at the smaller boy. Ryou nodded.
“Yeah, that would be probably better.” That resignation in his voice made Bakura snap. He sat back and than he hit Ryou. It was hard but the angel didn’t do anything. Not that Bakura would stop if he did. The demon continued to beat him until he lost consciousness. Not screaming a once.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It was dark when he woke up. His mind was so restrained from his body that he didn’t feel any pain. He remembered the demon to beat him but didn’t give it a second thought. It wasn’t the first time somebody did this to him anyway. He could almost hear their voices. Explaining and moralizing. It made him sick.
He still couldn’t properly remember what happened to him. The angel knew they beat him almost to death but somehow he managed to get out of there. Out of that small room he was looked for so long. He also remember running through the woods and collapsing under an oak tree. Soon after that he had to loos his consciousness. But parts of his memory were still fogged with mist of dizziness and pain.
And there was the demon.
Ryou wasn’t sure if he was holding him captivated or what. There weren’t many things he could imagine to raise Bakura’s curiosity over him. The demon had to be obviously bored out of his ass that he bothered himself with saving an injured angel. After all, angels and demons were in war that was going on for millennia. Nothing new.
To Ryou, his demonical look-alike was a mystery. According to their rules Bakura was supposed to kill him at sight… but instead of that he took care of him. Ryou didn’t understand what was keeping Bakura curious. The angel wasn’t sure exactly why Bakura beat him, though. Others usually beat him up when he oppose them not when he agreed with them. It was definitely something new to him.
Then again… not that it would matter. Ryou couldn’t bring himself to care. Not anymore. In the end it was all the same. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t change a thing… he couldn’t save anybody. Not even himself.
Another long moment passes and he was able to see around himself. It was dark in the cave and that was making it much worse for him to notice his surrounding. He couldn’t find Bakura anywhere. Maybe he left him to die, too bored by his presence to stay near him. That was something Ryou understood. People always left him alone after some time. Deep inside of his soul something moved. Some emotion he didn’t recognize. It was gone too soon to identify what it was so he let it go.
Ryou tried to sit up but his body hurt too much to do so. There was nothing left than lay still and wait. The angel bitterly chuckled. To wait for what? His death? It sounded crazy but he didn’t see any other choice. He definitely didn’t believe for Bakura to return back to him. Well… not for another reason than to finish him off.
That demon … Bakura.
He was confusing him. He didn’t act like others of his kind. He was obviously completely insane. There was no other explanation why would he kiss him otherwise.
That kiss…
Once again Ryou could feel something inside of him stir at that thought. Nobody kissed him before. It was unexpected and weird. Ryou thought that he should feel disgusted but he didn’t. Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. To some point it was almost … nice.
Ryou’s thoughts were interrupted with noise from outside the cave. Before he could think about it in the entrance appeared Bakura. Almost immediately Ryou could smell the foul scent of blood. The closer look revealed a dead deer in demon’s hands. Without a word Bakura threw the animal on the ground and started working on setting fire. When he finished and the cave was gently illuminated by the dancing flames Ryou could better see the state the demon was in.
First of all Bakura was covered in blood. The angel could only guess if it was the deer’s or Bakura’s own. Secondly, he looked satisfied about something.
Ryou didn’t dwell on it. The smell of blood was making him sick. It brought back memories of things he desperately wanted to forget. The only thing he could do was to close his eyes and try not to think about it.
“Hey, angel!”
Ryou opened his eyes only to see Bakura hovering above him with a piece of bloody meat. The angel wished he would never open them at all.
“Eat it! You are half starved. You need to get your strength back.”
Ryou stared at him in disbelieve. The demon couldn’t be serious but seeing him to chew on another piece of blood soaked bite he obviously was. Without a word he shook his head. Bakura frowned.
“You need to.”
“But I can’t eat meat! Not to mention raw meat.”
“Why to ruin the taste with cooking it? It’s much better like this.” Bakura frowned again. “And what kind of idiot wouldn’t eat meat?”
The angel was staring at him dumb struck. In his confused mind he didn’t understand the demon. Why did he beat him when he acted now as if nothing happened at all. Why to bother when he didn’t have to. Ryou didn’t understand. He just couldn’t.
For Bakura the angel was quiet too long. The demon, being his impatient self, simply forced the meat into Ryou’s mouth. The angel immediately started to struggle. Unfortunately for him Bakura was far more stronger and kept a firm hold on him. Ryou fought the urge to gag while his mind was once again trapped inside a terrifying nightmare. No longer was he seeing the demon above him but a line of dead bodies. Memories of smoke, screams and mostly death filled his mind.
It was a torture. Never ending circle of pain he endure every time he remember. It was his entire fault.
His fault for not being able to save them.
His fault for not being able to stop them.
His fault for letting them kills whoever they choose.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sorry for not updating for so long but the past few months were seriously hectic. But since I change job and don’t work 63 hours a week anymore I will have a more time to write.
Thanks to everyone and hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner than this one :D, along with another chapter for “Second life” and “Sometimes you can’t have everything”
Murail
//If I met you… my beautiful other part … what would you do? Screamed for seeing a monster or curiously asked who I am?
The fourth day of death – the diary of a demon//
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
He was warm. The sensation he didn’t believe to feel again. It felt good. Something was wrapped around his beaten body and calmed his flushed nerves. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He wasn’t cold for the first time in days and he wanted to keep it that way.
Suddenly, something wet run across his cheek.
“Wake up!”
He didn’t want to. The wet touch was there again this time on his lips. It wasn’t bad. Actually, it was kind of nice. Maybe he could open his eyes just a little.
The eyelids twitched and reveal a pair of beautiful violet orbs. Ryou stared into identical eyes leaning just above him. It was supposed to make him feel confused, surprised or something like that. Instead he didn’t feel anything. He was death inside. For a very long time he wasn’t able to feel anything. That was why he just stared back into these foreign eyes and didn’t say anything.
Nothing was matter to him anymore.
Bakura was staring into the angel’s eyes – confused. They were death. He didn’t understand. The angel was breathing, his skin was warm under his touch but these eyes were as dull as eyes of these the demon killed. Experimentally, Bakura ran his tongue across the angel’s lips again. He expected the boy to push him away or twitch or anything, he definitely didn’t expect him to just lie there.
“What are you doing?” asked Ryou not really caring for the answer. His voice was as dull and dead as his eyes.
“What would you say?”
Ryou closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired, but he didn’t feel like talking at all. It didn’t bothered him where he was or who was with him. Nothing was matter anymore. Not to him.
“Where am I?”
The demon pulled back. He couldn’t believe it! The angel was unfazed as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t know how dangerous the demon was. As if he didn’t care.
“In a cave. I found you two days ago. You were half dead.”
Bakura didn’t understand. He wanted to kill the angel. He wanted to hear him scream in pain… yet he couldn’t do that. The dull eyes of death he saw when the angel woke up intrigued him so much that he wanted to know more. More about the angel who was lying on the ground uncaring if he was alive or not. He wanted to know more and he was about to find more.
“Angel, what’s your name?” Bakura’s voice was low with danger and threat … but under that was something more that not even him could only label as interest. The dull eyes looked at him.
“Does it matter?”
Within Bakura’s chest boiled anger. Stupid angel. Why can’t he answer his question with an answer and not another question? Of course it mattered. At least to him. Bakura never bothered with what will be tomorrow. For him existed only now. Right now, there was an angel he was eager to lay his hands on and strangled him to death.
“I want to know, angel! Tell me your name!” the absoluteness of that command left Ryou untouched. The boy slowly closed his eyes again.
“Ryou.”
Bakura’s eye twitched. That kid must be a suicidal if he was acting like that. Like a spoiled brat Bakura felt a rage rising inside of him. Never before any person dared to treat him like that. Treat him with absolute non-interest and fearlessness. Bakura wanted to act like a small child that wanted more attention from adults. Experimentally, Bakura ran his tongue across the angel’s lips again only to change this action into a deep and rough kiss. Ryou didn’t pull away, still he didn’t return the kiss either. He was just lying there emotionlessly and lifelessly.
The demon was sure that if he raped the boy he wouldn’t even flinch. Actually, Ryou wouldn’t probably notice such an act. But … the angel tasted sweet. Like a cinnamon stick and something entirely different. Whatever it was Bakura wanted to feel more of it. He let his tongue to run across the moist walls of Ryou’s mouth and moaned from the overwhelming taste.
When he pulled away his aroused mood quickly drooped death at the sight of unmoved angel. He didn’t understand why he wanted so much the attention of one angel brat but it was frustrating that he didn’t get it. He wanted to hear him scream. It didn’t matter to him if in pleasure or pain. He wanted to see emotion in those lifeless eyes. Anything from pain to fear.
Anything as long as he was cause of that emotion.
But the boy was just lying there ignoring everything around him. Even Bakura. The demon couldn’t break him because he already was broken. With an annoyed sigh Bakura plopped on his elbows and looked directly into the angel’s eyes that were staring back at him.
“You are no fun. I should let you die!” he growled at the smaller boy. Ryou nodded.
“Yeah, that would be probably better.” That resignation in his voice made Bakura snap. He sat back and than he hit Ryou. It was hard but the angel didn’t do anything. Not that Bakura would stop if he did. The demon continued to beat him until he lost consciousness. Not screaming a once.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
It was dark when he woke up. His mind was so restrained from his body that he didn’t feel any pain. He remembered the demon to beat him but didn’t give it a second thought. It wasn’t the first time somebody did this to him anyway. He could almost hear their voices. Explaining and moralizing. It made him sick.
He still couldn’t properly remember what happened to him. The angel knew they beat him almost to death but somehow he managed to get out of there. Out of that small room he was looked for so long. He also remember running through the woods and collapsing under an oak tree. Soon after that he had to loos his consciousness. But parts of his memory were still fogged with mist of dizziness and pain.
And there was the demon.
Ryou wasn’t sure if he was holding him captivated or what. There weren’t many things he could imagine to raise Bakura’s curiosity over him. The demon had to be obviously bored out of his ass that he bothered himself with saving an injured angel. After all, angels and demons were in war that was going on for millennia. Nothing new.
To Ryou, his demonical look-alike was a mystery. According to their rules Bakura was supposed to kill him at sight… but instead of that he took care of him. Ryou didn’t understand what was keeping Bakura curious. The angel wasn’t sure exactly why Bakura beat him, though. Others usually beat him up when he oppose them not when he agreed with them. It was definitely something new to him.
Then again… not that it would matter. Ryou couldn’t bring himself to care. Not anymore. In the end it was all the same. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t change a thing… he couldn’t save anybody. Not even himself.
Another long moment passes and he was able to see around himself. It was dark in the cave and that was making it much worse for him to notice his surrounding. He couldn’t find Bakura anywhere. Maybe he left him to die, too bored by his presence to stay near him. That was something Ryou understood. People always left him alone after some time. Deep inside of his soul something moved. Some emotion he didn’t recognize. It was gone too soon to identify what it was so he let it go.
Ryou tried to sit up but his body hurt too much to do so. There was nothing left than lay still and wait. The angel bitterly chuckled. To wait for what? His death? It sounded crazy but he didn’t see any other choice. He definitely didn’t believe for Bakura to return back to him. Well… not for another reason than to finish him off.
That demon … Bakura.
He was confusing him. He didn’t act like others of his kind. He was obviously completely insane. There was no other explanation why would he kiss him otherwise.
That kiss…
Once again Ryou could feel something inside of him stir at that thought. Nobody kissed him before. It was unexpected and weird. Ryou thought that he should feel disgusted but he didn’t. Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. To some point it was almost … nice.
Ryou’s thoughts were interrupted with noise from outside the cave. Before he could think about it in the entrance appeared Bakura. Almost immediately Ryou could smell the foul scent of blood. The closer look revealed a dead deer in demon’s hands. Without a word Bakura threw the animal on the ground and started working on setting fire. When he finished and the cave was gently illuminated by the dancing flames Ryou could better see the state the demon was in.
First of all Bakura was covered in blood. The angel could only guess if it was the deer’s or Bakura’s own. Secondly, he looked satisfied about something.
Ryou didn’t dwell on it. The smell of blood was making him sick. It brought back memories of things he desperately wanted to forget. The only thing he could do was to close his eyes and try not to think about it.
“Hey, angel!”
Ryou opened his eyes only to see Bakura hovering above him with a piece of bloody meat. The angel wished he would never open them at all.
“Eat it! You are half starved. You need to get your strength back.”
Ryou stared at him in disbelieve. The demon couldn’t be serious but seeing him to chew on another piece of blood soaked bite he obviously was. Without a word he shook his head. Bakura frowned.
“You need to.”
“But I can’t eat meat! Not to mention raw meat.”
“Why to ruin the taste with cooking it? It’s much better like this.” Bakura frowned again. “And what kind of idiot wouldn’t eat meat?”
The angel was staring at him dumb struck. In his confused mind he didn’t understand the demon. Why did he beat him when he acted now as if nothing happened at all. Why to bother when he didn’t have to. Ryou didn’t understand. He just couldn’t.
For Bakura the angel was quiet too long. The demon, being his impatient self, simply forced the meat into Ryou’s mouth. The angel immediately started to struggle. Unfortunately for him Bakura was far more stronger and kept a firm hold on him. Ryou fought the urge to gag while his mind was once again trapped inside a terrifying nightmare. No longer was he seeing the demon above him but a line of dead bodies. Memories of smoke, screams and mostly death filled his mind.
It was a torture. Never ending circle of pain he endure every time he remember. It was his entire fault.
His fault for not being able to save them.
His fault for not being able to stop them.
His fault for letting them kills whoever they choose.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sorry for not updating for so long but the past few months were seriously hectic. But since I change job and don’t work 63 hours a week anymore I will have a more time to write.
Thanks to everyone and hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner than this one :D, along with another chapter for “Second life” and “Sometimes you can’t have everything”
Murail