Clash Between Two Worlds

Chapter 16: Fond Memories And A New Beginning

"What the FUCK is going on here."

The two demons turned at the sound of the hiss uttered from their left, the entire bathroom going silent, save Ryou's muffled whimpers. Mahogany eyes glared at the duo that held his angel pressed up against the wall. He could feel his body shaking with rage, fingers clenching into fists at his sides.

Devin could smell the anger radiating from the new demon's body and was becoming nervous now that a twin set of ivory horns were extending from within unruly white spikes. Only higher class demons had those things…

Taking a few steps away from everyone, he pointed halfheartedly towards the tall male. "Are you that, uh… guy, Toby was talking about? Berka… Baku…" The raven - haired demon tried to remember what his comrade had been talking about, a deep snarl rumbling through out the room and making everyone jump, some more than others.

"My name is Bakura… and it is the last name you will ever learn!"

Bakura's entire body was engulfed with red and black flames, Ryou's brown eyes widening drastically at the sight, the sudden temperature rise making his head spin. Through the heat waves within the entire room, the angel found everything covered in a red, orange, and yellow hue and could make out his mate's black, wavering form, red eyes nearly glowing.

"I ain't afraid of you, whoever you are!" The red – haired male glared back at the demon across the room, the hand covering Ryou's mouth slipping down to wrap around his neck.

"You should be, you insignificant speck of dirt. I'm your worst nightmare and if you don't release my mate right now, I will crush your trite and meaningless life to dust within my hands." Bakura let out a dark cackle, a twisted smirk tugging at his lips, "Not that I won't do that anyways."

Ryou watched with a pounding heart as Suru's hands disappeared from his body completely, the demon stepping away from him to face Bakura. He immediately slid to the floor, knees to his chest and arms hugging himself.

"You're just tryin' to scare and intimidate me! Bring whatever you got!" He called, bracing his body and baring his fangs.

Bakura let out another dark laugh at the pathetic excuse for a demon, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Lifting a hand, flames licked at his long fingers, shifting his gaze over to the black – haired demon who had taken another step back. His fangs bore in his feral grin and glinted sharply in the red light, the demon letting out a growl from the very core of his chest, a stream of fire bursting from his palm.

Devin's silver eyes widened for a split second before impact, his mind unable to fully register what was happening before a terrible scream was torn from his throat. He tried to stop, tried to move, tried anything he could think of to get away from the agonizing pain that consumed his entire body. He thrashed uncontrollably, body slammed up against one of the stall doors. He only remembered bones snapping before everything went to darkness.

Bakura grinned sadistically, keeping his hand outstretched and pointed towards the male pressed against the navy blue wall, his laughter coming back as he witnessed the demon's skin beginning to blister and break, hearing his screams dying as his skin transformed from pale to a charcoal black. His laughter began to ring out over the roar of the fire once he heard the satisfying crack of breaking bones, the body becoming flatter under the pressure of the fire stream against the demon's dead chest. Ribs cracked and the burnt skull was crushed, blood splattering on the stall behind him, turning a glistening black color over the multiple scorch marks.

Cutting back on his powers only after he was satisfied, the three watched in horror and amusement (depending on who you were) as the body of what had used to be Devin stuck to the stall for a moment, before slowly sliding down the metal with a sloppy sound, before crumpling on the tiled floor.

Ryou was shaking as if the room had just taken a sudden temperature plunge into the negatives. His hands trembled as they partially covered his gaping mouth, his chocolate eyes wide and terrified. Chancing a look up at the demon in front of him, the angel could see the fear emitting from the red – head.

Tearing his wide green eyes away from his ill-fated companion, Suru locked eyes with the killer, feeling his legs beginning to go numb at the twisted smirk plastered across pale features. Taking a hesitant step backwards, his knees nearly buckled before he caught himself. Steadying his body, Suru found himself moving backwards as the one named Bakura came forward, stopping when he stood next to the angel huddled on the floor. When his back pressed up against a wall, Suru knew that this was one situation he couldn't intimidate his way out of.

"So…" Bakura's voice was low and threatening, "You like molesting other demon's mates, do you."

Suru quickly shook his head, "N-No! Hey man, I didn't even know he was yours! If I had known-"

"Liar."

"N-No! Seriously!"

Bakura glanced down at his mate, slanted red eyes meeting large brown, "Are you all right, Ryou."

The angel slowly nodded, stray tears slipping down his cheeks.

"Cover your ears and don't look. I don't want you to remember me for this."

Turning back to face the cowering demon, Bakura lifted one leg up, slipping his hand underneath his pant leg and pulling out a switchblade from the small pocket on his boot. Stepping closer, Suru began shaking his head again, trying to come up with excuses and only ending with feeble, incomplete sentences. He ended up sinking to the floor and covering his head, mildly surprised and when he was pushed down onto his back.

Bakura knew exactly what he was going to do to this demon.

Torture the fuck and then kill him.

Just the way he liked it.

Grabbing a hold of the red – haired male's waist, Bakura set down his unopened knife for a moment, using his now free hand to unzip the front of the others blue jeans. As expected, Suru began to struggle, body twisting as he tried to turn over and scramble away, all attempts failing quickly. His being froze, though, when he felt his manhood taken a hold of and brought out into the open. Forest green eyes went incredibly wide and his mouth fell open, watching in horror as the one named Bakura took a hold of his knife again, the blade flicking open.

Ryou pressed his hands tighter over his ears when the sound of Suru's screams pierced the bathroom, his eyes clamped shut and wings wrapped tightly around his quivering form. His head was leaned against his drawn up knees and, for a moment, he felt as though he really was in hell.

The tremendous heat…

The countless demons…

The violent torture…

He just wanted it all to be over. He wanted to leave this place, this bathroom, this club… he wanted to go back to his home; his new home. He wanted to be by Bakura's side, to be held within his arms, to be told everything was all right.

More tears were falling down his face again, but he didn't dare go to wipe them away, afraid of what he might hear. He had already seen a demon burned alive right before his very eyes… he didn't want to see what else his lover was capable of doing.

Hands against his wings made him flinch and tighten the appendages, a choked whimper escaping his throat. The hands were more persistent when he didn't oblige, forcing his wings apart and gripping his wrists. Letting a cry of terror slip from his lips, Ryou turned his head away, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

He didn't want to see what had happened…

The hands disappeared from around his wrists and gripped his shoulders, giving them a squeeze and gently shaking his frame.

"Ryou."

Recognizing the low voice, the angel cracked his eyes open, tilting his head back to face forward. Tears began to collect in his brown pools once more at the sight of Bakura kneeling in front of him, blood splattered across one side of his face and making the front of his black and red shirt shine. His body was no longer aflame, nor were his eyes a glowing red, but their original dark mahogany, the room around them being lit up by the lights overhead. The twin horns within his silver spikes were gone, sharp nails receding as the demon lifted a hand to cup the others' cheek.

"'Kura…" The smaller male choked out, his eyes mournful and begging for the others forgiveness, "I-I'm sorry… I-I tried to get away…"

Bakura shook his head roughly, fingers brushing away the tears that had begun to fall again, accidentally smearing a few traces of blood across his cheeks in the process.

"Never mind that shit, I know you did." The demon's voice was trailing along the lines of a concerned growl, unsure of how to express the distress that plagued his insides, "But are you alright? Did they hurt you in any way?"

Ryou quickly shook his head, hiccupping and whispering, "I'm okay."

Brown eyes shifted to look to their left, only to hear a low snarl from his mate. Quickly looking back up with wide eyes, Ryou was afraid he had done something wrong.

"Don't look at that bastard. It's not a nice picture."

The angel slowly nodded, lowering his eyes as Bakura took his hands again, gently pulling him on to shaky feet. Leading him away from the mess he had made, Bakura pulled open the bathroom door and brought the angel out into the hallway, music vibrating in their chests again. Sweeping him up into both of his arms, the demon made sure white wings were tucked safely against his arm before making his way back over to the bar.

Lifting the small, flat bar on the end off its hinges with his knee, Bakura slipped behind the counter and past the few demons working in place of both of the blondes, stepping into the back room. Letting out another low rumble from his chest, the white – haired demon caught the attention of both Malik and Marik, who currently had the younger pinned down behind a few stacks of liquor cases. From Ryou's perspective, it looked as though Malik had been tripped backwards and pounced upon, the way his baggy pant legs were still sprawled out over the cases, while the rest of his body was most certainly pinned to the floor.

"What the hell happened to you?" Marik inquired over his shoulder, eyeing the splatter of blood on his fellow demon's cheek.

An animalistic snarl uncurled itself from within Bakura's throat and his black wings ruffled in anger against his back.

"Get some fucking management in the bathrooms. Like I said; the place is crawling with perverted bastards." A twisted smirk crawled across Bakura's face for a moment, before he started for the emergency door in the second room further back, "And Malik…" He turned to glance down at the male laying on his back, "…Have fun cleaning up. I left you a nice surprise."

Golden brows furrowed slightly in confusion, "Who says I'm gunna be cleaning up whatever you did?"

Without answering the question, Bakura disappeared through the door, smirk still present.

Ebony feathers folded carefully as booted feet gently touched down on to the flat surface of the rocky tower, the evening's light reflecting off of the ocean waves far below. Ryou slipped out of the Bakura's arms and wandered slowly over to the edge, looking out at the glowing red mass that was the setting sun.

Ryou looked back at the demon standing a few feet behind him, who was watching him silently. The blood speckled across the one side of his face had seemed to have dried; creating small little lines under his eyes to his chin and making him look a bit more demonic than usual. His silver – white hair was as spiky as always, the sun throwing his bangs into an orange and red array, casting black shadows across his eyes and making his mahogany iris' glint red. He stood with his arms crossed; giving off a cruel and foreboding demeanor, but Ryou knew that wasn't the right thing to be thinking.

Smiling slightly at the thought, the angel held his arms out, beckoning for the other to come into them. Bakura hesitated for a moment, before taking a few steps forward, hanging his head slightly as he stepped up in front of the younger male. Keeping his arms crossed, the demon shifted his eyes away from Ryou's, only to meet them and dart somewhere else again.

"I, uh… look, didn't mean to scare you and shit… back there…" His voice was gruff in tone and low in volume, but the words were true, Ryou's eyes catching his.

The angel lifted his hands to place them against Bakura's cheeks, his small smile never fading. After a moment of searching each other's eyes, Ryou responded, "Thank you."

Bakura uncrossed his arms and pulled his mate against his chest in response, holding him tightly. Lying his head down against soft, white locks, the demon nuzzled them slightly, closing his eyes for a brief moment as an ocean breeze swept past them.

Ryou allowed the demon grip his body as tightly as he pleased, lowering his arms to be pressed against the others solid chest, slim fingers gently clutching at his stiff shirt. They stood there for a few moments in silence, before the angel remembered the source of how the afternoon's events had started.

"Oh…" He pulled away slightly, giving himself enough room to dig through his pocket. "Where did it go…" He murmured, not expected his mate to have the answer.

"What are you talking about?" Bakura asked with furrowed brows.

A look of relief crossed the angel's features, before he smiled up at the demon, "I thought I might have lost it at some point…"

Pulling the necklace out of his pocket, Ryou placed his arms around Bakura's neck, fastening the clip together underneath silver spikes.

"I thought…" He began shyly, pulling his arms away, "…that if I had one from you, you should at least have one from me."

Bakura looked down, a white feather hanging down over his chest. Glancing up, he frowned slightly, "This was what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Ryou nodded, chewing on his lip softly, "You don't like it…?"

Bakura snarled under his breath, looking away at the darkening sky. The angel took this as rejection, both of his wings sagging low to the ground, brown eyes following. The demon caught the pose out of the corner of his eye, his anger level lowering.

"No, Kid… I do like it, don't get me wrong." He attempted a smile, but knew that had failed, turning into a half – assed grin, before fading, "I just… well, fuck… never had someone… get mixed up in some crazy shit just to do something for me."

Ryou felt a small smile tugging at his lips again now that he knew the demon wasn't angry with him. Laughing softly to himself, the angel looked back up at Bakura, gently pushing his lightly balled fist against his shoulder in a playful manner.

"Get used to it, please."

Bakura's own smirk was back at the angel's teasing gesture, feeling a strange emotion flowing through his body and constricting his chest. The demon suddenly found himself gently pouncing on the angel, knuckles rubbing against the top of the other's skull, making Ryou laugh again. Slipping his arm around his mate's neck, Bakura pulled Ryou back against his chest in a loose headlock, feeling small hands gently grip the limb out of reflex.

Lowering his head, the demon buried his nose within white hair, inhaling deeply and cussing softly at the sweet scent flooding his senses. Wrapping his other arm around the angel's chest, Bakura held the younger boy tightly against him, unsure of how he wanted to put the words running through his mind into a sentence.

After a few moments of silent debate, the demon settled for the simplest he could come up with. Pressing his lips close to the angel's ear, Bakura whispered out: "Ryou, I really… really… like you."

Ryou responded by rubbing the arm around his neck softly and tilting his head back to look up at the demon behind him, murmuring back, "I really, really like you too, 'Kura."

Bakura smirked softly, leaning down to capture the lips waiting for him.

Grumbling to himself as he walked down the hallways, mop in hand and large, yellow bucket being pulled behind him, Malik ignored the music pounding through his body and the drone of demon's talking, thinking of what the hell Bakura could have meant by 'surprise'. Shaking his head, the blonde angel brushed his hand past the 'Out Of Order' sign he had placed in the handle before he had gone to retrieve the mop and pushed the bathroom door open, a disgusted look crossing his tanned features as he stepped in, his nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt flesh.

Blood seemed to be painted across the first toilet stall, burn marks covering a good majority as well. Dark lines were splattered across the large mirror across the sink, a few dots on the ceiling. The charcoal body of what used to be a demon lay crumpled on the floor, its features nearly unrecognizable. Purple-black liquid covered the wall across from him, a second body pinned to the wall by a protruding knife through its chest. As he removed the mop from the water and moved closer, Malik found that nearly the entire body was covered in blood, except for a shock of flame – red hair, due to the slashed throat, the six stab wounds in his chest, and… well, that was certainly a new one.

He had never seen someone actually go through with the threat of 'I swear I'm going to chop your dick off if you don't cooperate.'

Tearing his eyes away from the bloody mess, violet eyes wandered up onto the bare chest, where it looked as though Bakura had had some more fun.

Three of the stab wounds were down the left side of his body and evenly spaced, while the other two were in between the spaced, only to the right. Malik could see that past the blood, slash marks had been made to form a pointy looking letter 'B', as though he had been playing a twisted version of Connect-the-Dots.

Leaning against the mop he still held, Malik noticed writing above the dead demon's head that he had mixed before. Leaning in a bit closer, the golden wings rustled in agitation, eyes widening slightly as he recognized Bakura's handwriting in blood, 'Shitsui – Southern Internal Gate'.

Backing up, Malik nearly slipped in the trail of water he had spilled and the blood that still littered the floor. Catching himself and hurrying out the door, the angel briefly thought he had possibly broken the hinges on the bar door as he ripped it open hurriedly, before the thought was gone. Weaving around the other bartenders he had hired, Malik nearly threw himself into the back room, spotting the other blonde he had been searching for.

Turning to look behind him at the sudden commotion that had just entered the room, Marik was nearly smacked in the face as a mop was thrown at him, ungracefully stumbling backwards as he caught it.

"H-Hey!" Deep violet eyes widened in surprise, only catching a blur of tan, purple, and gold rush past him, "What the hell!"

Malik skidded to a halt halfway past the doorway into the storage room, spinning to face his confused mate, his tongue unable to form enough words for a coherent sentence through his mile-a-minute brain.

"Gotta go! – Southern Internal Gate! – Clean bathroom! – Sorry!" With a flicker of an apologetic look, Malik was out the emergency door and in the air.

Furrowing his brows, Marik glanced down at the mop still in his hand, before shaking his head. If it had to do with the Southern Gates, he didn't even want to get involved.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Marik let out a low whistle, taking in the gruesome sight that met him, a smirk crossing his lips. He pushed the mop idly through a puddle of the dark blood, his fangs visible past curled lips.

"Nice, 'Kura… very, very nice."

This certainly beat the time he had slaughtered that one woman and placed her body in his bed with him.

Marik laughed at the memory.

The face Bakura had made when he had woken up was priceless, not because the body had been three inches from his face or that the body was mangled and blood covered his sheets, but because it had been female.

-Owari-

Cloaked Vampire: Alright people, just relax. I know you're probably confused or something and have questions… let me see if I can answer them…

Is this the last chapter: Yes.

Will there be a sequel: Yes.

Am I going to write it immediately: No.

What I want to do is finish up the stories I already have posted on here before I start anything else. Trust me; if I don't… they'll never be completed. So, I know you all enjoyed reading this story, yes…? And you're going to prove it to me by leaving a whole bunch of reviews telling me so, yes…?