Disclaimer: I do NOT own YuGiOh, if I did it would all be Yaoi with Seto as uke and no one would ever read it…ever

Recap:

“And here I though you where going to leave him be.” The deeper voice materialized on his other side. And yet again he turned to come face to face with the man he saw on that rainy night six years ago. He looked as he hadn’t aged since. Only difference was the smirk on his face, it seemed more…animalistic. Mokuba quickly realized he was gawking and shut his mouth. He turned his head to face the silver angel, then Louie, and back again.

“What the fuck?” he said promptly, before passing out.

Chapter 5: How, Why, Who?

Mokuba woke up soon after. And how he wished he was still asleep when he saw the sight before him.

In front of him was the most erotic yet, wrong thing he ever saw. The silver angel and the Louie making out, or more accurately sucking face in front of him, on his bed, practically on top of him.

“mmm…Louie, no, not here, get off…I said no!…HEY! Don’t touch that!” the silver angel protested, both still oblivious to Mokuba’s awekening. In response Louie just continued to suck face…

“hm….” He said as he pressed his face into the crook of the angel’s neck. “Touch what? This?” he smirked into the angel’s neck as the hand that wasn’t holding the angel to him went south.

“LOUIE” SMACK

“OW! What was that for?”

“What was that for? WHAT WAS THAT FOR? You’re impossible! Simply impossible, the most dense, irritating, insensitive, sneaky, lying, unbelievable…” In response to the poor angel’s tirade, which looked like it was going to be pretty long, Louie smashed his lips against the poor angel’s again. Then he proceeded to mumble into those lips, “Oh, you’re ‘brother’ is awake by the way.”

The silver angel practically threw the poor devil off him, sending him flying off the bed and onto the floor, receiving a loud thud and several profane curses. Poor angel, his face was a bright scarlet and growing darker still.

“Oh, my…WHAT DID YOU SEE?” he screeched into poor Mokuba’s confused face.

“Um…nothing.” Was the pathetic lie that slipped out from Mokuba’s still confused mouth, followed by, “Who are you?”

The silver angel struggled to force down the still growing blush and a little squeak came from his rose petal lips. “Azreal…”

“Ok…Azreal, could you, oh I don’t know, GET OF ME?” It was just then the angel now identified as Azreal and Louie realized the position they where in. Mokuba was lying down, while Azreal was sitting on him, effectively preventing him from sitting up.

“Oh! So sorry…” Azreal quickly got up and off the bed rushing over to Louie’s side and helping him up. He whispered to Louie “Now, remember our deal? Go talk to him now.”

“Stupid dysfunctional…of all the people to fall in love with it just had to be this one…”

A sharp jab to the ribs, “What where you saying?”

“Nothing, nothing at all…” I can’t believe this, tamed by an angel…

Something similar was running through the minds of the other two in the room…

Pathetic…for a big guy he got owned by the skinny stick of a…

That didn’t take much…when the hell did he become such a pansy?

Azreal tripped out of the room quietly while Mokuba was lost in his thoughts and while Louie was sulking. By the time the two realized it Azreal was long gone, to some other corner of the house, perhaps to his old room Louie thought, and the two where all alone, one charged to answer, the other charged to be good.

“So…”

“Alright runt, I’m assuming you have question so fire away before I get impatient and kill you so I don’t have to do anything.”

“What the hell are you, and what the hell is he? He IS a he right?”

“I’m the devil, he IS a he though he doesn’t look it I know, he is a fallen.”

“Ok sure, if by devil you mean crazy then sure why not but…. how the hell does this relate to me?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Define here.”

“In MY room, in MY house, given to me by M-…” Louie held up a palm to silence the most likely never ending torrent of MY s.

“Alright first off, it isn’t YOURS, it’s your brother’s, which is why WE are here.”

“What about my brother?”

“What about him?”

“…you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you.”

“Doing what?” Louie replied, all innocent like.

“You’re avoiding all my questions with the most vague and annoying answers. That fallen person was right you are the most impossible person.”

“I thought you didn’t hear anything.” An all-knowing smirk.

“It’s called a lie dumb ass.” Eye rolls.

“I know I invented them.” An arrogant smirk, that widens as the younger rolls his eyes and mumbles a quiet “sure…someone needs some meds”.

“As for your questions, those aren’t really the ones you want to ask.” Louie’s eyes flashed, his canines gleamed. “You already know the answers, you already know the identity of that angel, and you know it relates to me, you know I am the devil. You don’t wish to believe but the subconscious accepts. You want to know the details, you know the facts, you just don’t want to listen. Am I not correct?”

Mokuba was speechless. “Wha…?”

“As I said, deep inside, you know this, you’ve realized this since the day I first waltzed into your life. Now…what do you REALLY want to know? What questions are REALLY swirling around in that head of yours I wonder?” He tiled his head to the side, his dark black eyes glinting crimson with evil curiosity.

Mokuba heaved in a deep breath. “My brother…he didn’t die that day did he?”

Louie smiled, now for the real questions. “No he did not.”

“Then…what happened to him? That church fell, it killed him, I saw his fucking body. How can you say…that he’s with you? How can that be him?”

“It’s a long story, will you interrupt?”

“Depends.”

“On?” he prompted.

“On what you tell me.”

“Seems fair…

Flashback mode

The silver essence he had taken into him flickered with irritation.

You ass…

I love you too.

Hmph!

He took the essence out of him, and allowed it to flow around him, like a liquid ribbon. It glinted rainbow colors along it’s sides, but it remained silver. Liquid mercury, he was sure it was just as cold…just as deadly. He reached out a tentative finger and stroked the rim of the ribbon. The ribbon curled around the finger, gently stroking, cold, like he assumed.

It feels good…to be free…no cage, no confines of that body…that frail but strong body. Capable of holding me in but so weak, breaking so easily.

My poor bird…my little baby bird…don’t worry, we’ll have those wings fixed.

Who said I was worried? And who’s a poor bird!

The ribbon teased, curling around his fingers, twirling, a never-ending twist. The ribbon continued to twist and twirl around the man’s fingers.

Such a tease!

The man and the ribbon finally reached their final destination. A beautiful stone room, like a cathedral but with only one window. The window faced them, taking up almost the entire wall, beautiful stained glass. Red, blue, yellow, green, orange a collage of colors. Blending like the ribbon all held together by an iron frame. The only thing in the room was a large open coffin, a naked body lied in it. Beautiful silver hair formed a halo, spilling over the sides of the coffin. Pale arms crossed over a thin chest. Narrow hips led to long thin ivory legs. Roses surrounded the base of the coffin, and where scattered in the hair and around the face of the body. The face was so beautiful to behold. The skin seemed to glow, the rose petal lips, delicate eyebrows, high cheekbones, closed eyes that if they where open where to reveal an entire world of their own.

Louie…you did this? How?

Quite simple really, I caught your body when you fell. It’s had plenty time to heal go on. Get in.

Louie, I…thank you

I know. I love you too.

The silver ribbon extended, it was clearer, it wasn’t a ribbon at all, it was a soul. The soul of the body before them to be more precise. The ribbon glistened and unraveled, the soul sent out its fibers digging them in into the body’s veins without actually ever cutting the flesh. The central part slowly descended onto the body, rooting itself just above the heart.

I love you, I’ll see you soon…my sly devil.

The soul quietly buried itself into its body. At once the body’s organs awakened from its state of lifelessness. The blood began to flow again; the arteries and atriums began to pump blood in and out of the heart. The lungs inflated in time with the diaphragm. His eyelids fluttered and his fingers twitched. His eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing aqua eyes, with freckles of green and gold and pink. Like the aurora borealis. His lips opened to quietly release a breath of air.

“Louie, I missed you.”

“And I you, my beautiful fallen, by beautiful bird…”

Flashback end

“And that was how your brother lives.”

“But that doesn’t explain anything!”

“Oh? It doesn’t?”

“No, it doesn’t, first of, it doesn’t explain WHY my brother was here, nor why YOU helped him, or why he was killed in the first place!”

“Because wasn’t meant to.”

“Then must I ask that as well? Can’t you just tell me all of it at once?”

“Well don’t we finally believe? I thought I was crazy.”

“You are, it’s just that you’re telling the truth about this, everything else is crazy talk.”

“Well then go fire away, let me answer you to the best of my crazy talk abilites.” Louie seated himself in a nearby chair. “Very nice chair, leather?”

“Ya leather, but to the matter at hand…Why was my brother killed in the first place? He shouldn’t have been here if he was an angel, he shouldn’t have been with YOU at all.”

“Well, that’s ANOTHER long story. Perhaps you should get dressed first?”

Mokuba blushed, the entire time he hadn’t realized he was still in his night clothes, and still sitting in his bed. “One moment.” He dashed into his bathroom, performed the needed necessities pulling on a t-shirt and throwing on some pants.

“Alright shoot.”

“Do you know what exactly a fallen is? And how you become one?”

“No, not really…”

“What do you know?”

“Isn’t ‘fallen’ a Catholic or Christian term?”

“Yes, yes it is. Fallen is a term for an angel that is kicked out of hell. An angel becomes one by breaking the rules, committing a sin, such as not loving God the most, or aiding a target of heaven. The rules are written in a book. Called the Angelicon.”

“Alright I got it so far…continue.”

“The Angelicon was first created, after my expulsion from heaven. I am the first fallen. The Devil, Satan, Lucifer. The Morning star, whatever you call me it’s usually the same in all religions. The evil that matches the good. The dark to the light. The temptation of mankind. It is the set of rules that defines what an angel can and cannot do, under the several circumstances that may occur. Your brother, and his brothers broke the rules. Therefore they fell.”

“Brothers? You mean…he had a family?”

“Of course he had a family. He has a family. His two older brothers, twins, work for me, the Grim Reaper, and the Judge. Your brother is the third, the Warden. But that is a story for another time. Your brother is anxious to see you. He worries for you.”

“That wasn’t SO long you know.”

“Well, I was told to cut it short.”

“How short?”

“Several decades of your life short runt, now get moving before your brother gets in here and fusses like a mother hen.”

TBC, TOLD you all the bird part would come back! And it will come back again, I promise!