A Little Fall of Rain

Summary: When the angel Ryou becomes smitten with a mortal who he believes can do no harm, he creates a misunderstanding, resulting in the wrath of the young demon Malik whose unrequited love was never satisfied in life. YAOI

Rated: T

Genre: Supernatural/Romance

Author's Note: And here it is! The revised, rewritten, and totally rearranged story that was Target Sighted. I realized that my sophomore year of high school was a battle of emotions for me, which in turn reflected in my writing. But, I'm more focused now, and I will do my best to actually FINISH this story. I have it all outlined, so I think it's highly possible. Oh, and if anyone wants a brief summary of how Target Sighted would have ended, just say so when you review. …Because you WILL review.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Maybe someday.

At the End of the Day

A silver arrow shot threw the air and pierced through a nearby hell hound's shoulder, effectively destroying the rabid animal. The angel smiled with a grim satisfaction, failing to notice the large axe that was hurdling towards his head. With a muted thud, the cherub down for the count.

"That's for killing Fluffy," Jounouchi growled, heaving his weapon back onto his shoulder, unintentionally eliminating an angel that was sneaking up behind him.

"I'm impressed that your incompetence has managed to knock out more angels than both Malik and I combined."

"Cut the crap Kaiba," Jounouchi grinned, "and just be happy that that asshole Yami hasn't found out what we're doing."

"That 'asshole Yami' knows more than you think," a disgruntled voice said from behind, belonging to (of course) the famed Yami himself. "Why you demons find it necessary to harass angels for sport is beyond me, but remember that while your kind can only stun us…"

Jounouchi paled at the sight of the angel's ethereal bow, "W-Wait a sec!"

"…we angels can kill you."

Yami fired a series of silver arrows, only to have Seto's massive wings block them from inflicting any damage. The brunette launched himself at the stunned angel, knocking the weapon out of his hands. "If you ever try anything like that again Yami-"

"I had every right to! How'd you even get up here? Go back to where you belong!"

"Yeah right," Seto sneered, "just because you were killed in honor you get to sit amongst the clouds? How is it that a man who never did anything except preach about goodness can make it up here, and a guy like me, a guy who actually DID something, ends up a damned soul?"

"I don't decide how the system works Kaiba," Yami hissed, "you'll have to take your complaints up to the big guy."

Jounouchi noticed the angel's hand reaching for the nearby bow, and subsequently slammed his axe onto the offending limb. Yami screamed in agony, his gaze drifting over to the severed hand that used to be attached to his now useless arm. It took most of Yami's power to reattach the hand; however, he still couldn't move it.

"Damn you," the angel gasped, seeing no blood, but feeling every ounce of pain.

"You already did that Yami. Right now…my only purpose is to make sure every single demon, angel, and human knows what you-"

"Seto!"

The demon looked up, keeping a firm grasp on Yami's throat. His eyes grew softer at the sight of the newest addition to damned souls. A young demon of two years (seventeen physically) bolted through the skies of heaven, proudly carrying what looked to be a mirror.

"Malik! You got it!" Jounouchi said excitedly, taking the fragile item.

"There were only a couple of angels guarding it, so it wasn't too difficult. I even had enough time to make sure the decoy worked properly! This is what they wanted, right Seto? The All-Seeing Mirror?"

"What? Put that back right now!" Yami barked, "So this was only a distraction!"

"You're kind of dense, huh?" Malik giggled, "Either that or you think us demons are really stupid. We wouldn't cause trouble up here if we didn't want to take something from you!"

"You just got owned by a newbie," Jounouchi cackled.

"What have I told you about using words that only make you look stupider?" Seto smirked, getting up.

"Always gotta have the last word, don't you jackass?"

"Stop arguing," Malik snapped, "we need to leave before any of the other angels wake up!"

"Don't think you're getting away with this! Once I tell the head council you three are dead!"

"Like anyone's going to believe you," Seto sneered, "I already cast a memory spell over this area, and every single angel (except for you unfortunately) has been put out of commission. That decoy Malik placed works just as well as the original, except…"

"The mirror bends the truth," Malik said simply, "it only shows the good, not the bad. Pegasus created it as a sort of pick me up for us demons."

"As if rotting in hell wasn't pleasant enough," Jounouchi said sarcastically.

"It was nice chatting with you!"

"Later Yami!"

"Have fun explaining this to the other angels!"

And in a flash of black feathers, they were gone.

Yami hastily got to his feet and attempted to wake the nearest angel next to him, but to no avail. He couldn't fly, too weak; he couldn't tell the council, no proof; he couldn't even move his stupid hand. Letting out a rough cry in frustration, Yami hobbled over to another angel and shook him roughly.

"Ryou! Wake up!"

Brown eyes flickered into consciousness and the white haired angel sat up, rubbing his head. "Ow…it feels like I was hit by a ton of bricks…"

"Actually, it was an axe," Yami muttered, "three demons came up here and stole the All-Seeing Mirror!"

Ryou blinked and looked over to the Mirror's temple, seeing a regal hand mirror lying innocently on a silk pillow. The angel then cast an angry glare towards Yami.

"It's not nice to LIE Yami. The mirror's right there."

"That's a fake!" Yami stressed, "They put it there so we wouldn't notice it was missing! Ryou, please! I'm not lying! Why else would everyone be knocked out?"

"There was ambrosia at the party last night in the main temple. You know that stuff makes all of us a bit tipsy."

"AT THE SAME TIME?"

"Don't question the workings of the godly nectar," Ryou snapped.

"Ryou, you must listen to me! Come with me to the head council so we can get permission to go to Hell and retrieve the mirror! I know, I know," Yami barked, sensing Ryou's objection, "it's still on the pedestal. But that's a fake! One of the demons told me themselves! It's-It's…"

Ryou stood up and fluttered impatiently over to the chamber, picking up the mirror and gazing lovingly into it's reflective surface.

"Domino City, Japan." He announced, the glass flickering to life almost instantly. A faded image of the city appeared in the mirror's depths; "Touzoku Bakura," the angel commanded, choosing his favorite 'show.' The image blurred and cleared, revealing an older teen that looked very much like himself, except his features were noticeably harsher.

"See Yami? It works just fine. I can see Bakura in class. Can we stop making up stories now?"

"It's a lie! Bakura's never in class! The mirror bends the truth! You and I both know that that jerk's never in class!"

"Not true! Remember that day he gave that Yuugi boy a wedgie? He was in class then!"

"I said you weren't allowed to talk about that," Yami grumbled.

"Here you are boys," Malik said seductively, revealing the heavenly mirror from beneath a moth infested cloth, "the All-Seeing Mirror. Beautiful, isn't it?"

The other souls at the bar roared with amazement, laughing gregariously at the seemingly impossible feat. One of the demons took the mirror and inspected it carefully, as if trying to find a fault. He put it down disappointedly and dug around in his pockets for cash.

"That's right Varon, pay up, you lost the bet."

"Yeah, yeah, alright already," the brunette snapped, slamming a pile of gold coins onto the wooden table, "Damn…I was sure the angels would've killed at least one of you…"

"You underestimate us," Jounouchi said haughtily, pocketing the coins, "we've got four hundred and eighty years of experience between me an' Kaiba! Four hundred eighty-two including the kid over there."

Malik scowled, hurt that he was being referred to as a kid. "Jounouchi those aren't all yours! I was the one who got the mirror in the first place!"

"Yeah, but me and Kaiba were the ones keeping those angels off your ass!"

The smaller demon blushed, "Rrgh! If it wasn't for my connections with the blacksmith we'd never had gotten a replacement for the mirror!"

"But I was the one who paid for the decoy!"

"Be quiet both of you," Seto snapped, cleaning two glass mugs roughly, almost breaking them, "Jounouchi give my half of the gold to Malik. I won't miss it."

Jounouchi reluctantly gave the other blonde fourteen gold pieces, keeping sixteen for himself. "Suck up."

"Bet you wish you were in my shoes, huh Jou-san?" Malik winked, biting one of the coins. "I know you'd love Seto to stick up for you once in awhile."

"What? Getting special attention from that asshole just 'cause I'm cute? Fat chance." Jounouchi scoffed, turning a light shade of pink.

"There's only one problem with that statement. You're not cute."

Malik flitted away, giggling insanely as the heavier demon attempted to body slam him. Jounouchi folded his dark wings and charged for the small blonde, grabbing the mirror from the table. "Alright hot stuff, let's see who you've got the hots for!"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. I don't like anyone or anything in this hell hole."

"We'll just see about that! Mirror, show all of us who Malik loves!"

A roar of agreement arose from the bar patrons, banging their glasses eagerly. Seto looked up from the dishes, noticing the panicked look on his charge's face.

"You're wasting your time," Malik growled, "I told you there's-!"

The reflective surface flickered to life, showing a clear picture of a student in his late teens. He sat, writing on a piece of stationary paper with little cats around the edges, stopping every few seconds to erase furiously before writing again. After a few seconds, the bit the eraser of the ragged pencil, running his other hand through spiky blonde hair. The mirror flashed and seemed to zoom in on the piece of paper, revealing the words:

Hey Malik! You haven't written in awhile, I was starting to get worried about you. Aww…that sounded really girly, right? Whatever. I hope you haven't forgotten about me! To be honest, I kind of miss when you wrote to me every week, like you promised you would when you moved away…But I can understand if you're busy…

Jounouchi stared at the image confusedly, and then cast a puzzled glance back at Malik, who's lilac eyes stayed glued to the scene in the mirror. Suddenly, the small blonde grabbed the mirror from Jounouchi's lax grasp and held to close to his chest.

"Malik, was that a-"

"It's none of your business," Malik snarled, hugging the mirror.

"The kid's in love with a human?" A nearby demon asked, trying to sneak a peek at the concealed mirror.

"What an idiot!"

"What a dumbass!"

"What a-"

"That's enough. Everyone get out!" Seto commanded, brandishing a dirty wash towel. "All drinks are on the house. Just leave before I kill all of you."

The few demons that were left in the bar left sluggishly, each of them chancing glance at Malik, who continued to embrace the mirror like his life depended on it.

"Do you know what the hell's going on Amelda?"

"Sure do Varon. That human doesn't know the kid died. He's writing a letter to no one!"

As the door swung closed, Seto shot the still confused Jounouchi with a hateful glance. "Bastard. What the hell were you trying to accomplish by that?"

"I…I didn't know!"

"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place idiot!" Seto hissed, grabbing the smaller demon by the shirt collar, "The boy's only been dead a few years! There are bound to be some people who were unaware of his passing.!"

"I-I forgot that he-!"

Malik placed the mirror facedown on the table, grabbing a lonely pitcher of alcohol. In one swift motion, Malik put the spout to his lips and began drinking the amber liquid down, not pausing once. Wide eyed, Seto forced the blonde's hand down, revealing a tear stained and arguably tipsy demon.

"You're a (hic) dumbass Jounouchi!" Malik cried, launching the empty container at the older blonde, "You stupid (hic) idiot! No one ever (hic) told Marik that I died in that (hic) fire! He's probably still sending me (hic) letters. What an (hic) idiot…what a (hic) hopeless fool…"

He stumbled a bit and leaned against the beaten wall for support, "Never got to (hic) say my goodbyes. Probably (hic) thinks I forgot about him…But that's not true… What d'you think he'll (hic) say when he (hic) finds out innocent little Malik (hic) Ishtal ended up down here?"

Malik eyes fluttered shut and the boy fell forward, into the arms of Seto Kaiba. The blue-eyed demon held the unconscious Malik in one arm while pelting Jounouchi over the head with a closed fist. "All that beer's getting added to your rent Jounouchi," Seto growled, "and if you don't pay I'm giving Malik your room."

Jounouchi rubbed at his bruised head tenderly, glaring daggers at the young demon, "Ain't you going to miss having that little barmaid sleeping in your room? God knows what you do to the kid when he's sleeping…"

Seto snarled and smacked the blonde demon hard against the wall, leaving it splintered. "He was given to us to care for! You're his guardian, act like it."

A pile of crumpled paper lay in the corner of Marik Ishtar's dorm room, forming a sort of mountain of failure. The nineteen year old student let out a groan of frustration and banged his head against the wooden desk, creating a painful looking dent on the surface.

"Augh! Why the heck am I making such a big deal about this? It's not like that little brat ever writes back. Maybe he really has forgotten about me."

The face of a young Malik seemed to appear from Marik's overstuffed memory banks; Light blonde hair framing a lightly tanned face and lilac eyes that were so full of life…

"Yeah right," Marik said more confidently, pulling up another piece of stationary, "I've known him thirteen years; no way he'd forget me."

Dear Malik…

"ISHTAR!"

The blonde ducked fast enough to evade a heavy book sack aimed for his head. Opening a dark eye tentatively, Marik saw a very annoyed Bakura at the room's entrance, complete with throbbing vein.

"Pig. You know what happens when you leave garbage lying around? COCKROACHES! You want COCKROACHES to live with us?"

"Such a drama queen," Marik scowled, turning back to his letter, "it's just lead on paper."

"Huh? Ha! Writing another letter to that hot friend of yours who moved to America two years ago?"

Marik twitched, "Excuse me?"

"I've seen pictures of that kid in your stuff! He was cute! Bet he was wild in bed though, right?"

"Bastard! Who said you could look through my things! And for your information, we were just friends."

"Sure," Bakura smirked, rolling mahogany eyes, "just friends. Heck, I'll have him if you don't want him. I could use some love."

"Too bad you won't be getting any in this dorm," the blonde grinned, finishing the letter with an ornate signature, "not with all the STDs running amok."

The white haired teen flinched, looking fervently around the relatively spotless room, "God, you're right. And we're all out of disinfectant and hand sanitizer! Ack! Marik, I'm going to the mini mart to get some-"

"Don't you know how dirty those corner shops are?" Marik continued to tease, enjoying his roommate's discomfort, "you could catch a virus from the counter! Or worse, bring home a family of flies."

Bakura paled and ran to the bathroom, beginning to wash his hands feverishly.

"Clean freak," Marik muttered, sealing a light pink envelope shut with a heart shaped sticker.

TBC

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