Even without what remained of the demons after being hit by Ryou’s magic; it wouldn’t have taken much for Bakura to figure out what had happened in his absence, given the large amount of pale feathers strewn about and that the house he had claimed was now little more than a crater.
“You look like shit. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”
There was no response, the angel didn’t even blink, causing Bakura’s frown to deepen as he stepped closer and knelt beside the pale figure. Skittish as the angel had initially been, he had always responded when Bakura talked to him, even if it was just with a gesture or a glance. Slowly, he reached out and brushed his fingers across a soft, tear-streaked cheek, making Ryou jump and dart his eyes about in a panic, the physical contact startling him back to reality.
He was surprised at the relief that he felt when his gaze finally focused on what was becoming the familiar sight of Bakura’s face. “Outside,” Ryou rasped, throat sore from the earlier crying and screaming. “The woods. Please.”
At what seemed to be a nod of agreement from the demon, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his mind preoccupied with pain. There was no reaction as Bakura checked the extent of his injuries. There were a few scrapes and bruises from the debris, but no serious damage to the thin arms or legs.
His wings were a different story; they hung limp with bare patches and a large number of deep lacerations, and one was mangled and twisted in an awkward manner. It wasn't until his broken wing moved as it was freed from the rubble that Ryou let out a whimper of pain.
Bakura tried to be gentle as he lifted Ryou’s limp form and carried him out into the nearby woods, though with the angel being nearly catatonic, he was unable to keep the pale wing-tips from dragging on the ground. Even as he carefully set Ryou down, spreading the damaged wings and realigning the broken bone as best he could, the only reaction the demon received was another small whimper of pain.
Fond as he wasn’t of sunlight, Bakura kept to the shadows nearby as the sun rose and filtered through the trees on its journey across the sky. He had never seen or heard of an angel sleeping, but then again he had almost no information on how angels dealt with severe injuries either. He found himself fascinated by the way Ryou's feathers shimmered when the light hit them, even with the dirt and dried blood coating them, making him regret keeping the angel inside and made him want to see just how much more beautiful the pale creature was when he was clean.
It wasn’t until the sun was low on the horizon that Ryou finally stirred, slowly opening eyes that were almost the same color as the grass surrounding him. He slowly sat up, gently pulling his non-broken wing free from the grasses and flowers that had grown around and over it. He carefully stretched and flexed the appendage, checking the cuts that were now covered by perfectly placed blades of grass.
Noticing the movement, Bakura jumped down, out of the tree where he had been keeping watch. Wildlife scattered as he approached; birds, squirrels, rabbits, a fox, and even a deer had come over, wanting to be close to the injured angel.
“Feeling better?” he had killed three demons and a stray angel that had gotten too close to his liking while Ryou had been asleep, not that he was going to share that information.
Now that he was once again fully coherent, Ryou glanced up at Bakura and nodded.
“Good. We shouldn’t stay here any longer.”
Ryou looked sadly at his no longer usable wing, the grass and flowers wrapped around it had stopped the bleeding and dulled the pain, but had done nothing for repairing the bone. He turned to Bakura, hesitant to request the demon’s help. Even though his magic was almost fully recovered, it would be quicker to splint his wing until they were somewhere more defensible, and that would be much easier with assistance.
so i turned ryou into a fucking disney princess >.>;;;;;
