#sinfulangelryou

It was another night Bakura was sleepless. He went to his living room, riddled with dusty, 1950's upholstery and sank into his favorite chair. Outside the window of his rotting mansion, the stars glowed brightly and the summer moon cast a silver lining on the fog nestled at the bottom of the hill in which the mansion rested atop. He gazed down at the fog, noticing a light cutting through it and coming his way. The bright white light blinded him through the decayed curtains and Bakura shielded his eyes. What the hell could this be?! He went to the window and gazed into the form of a ragged angel, who had seemed to lose his way frantically looking for something or someone. When the angel's wings fully unfolded from his form he stared at the face of his Hikari, immortalized in feathers. "Well well, what a surprise. The purest form delivered to my doorstep, all mine to corrupt." He chuckled to himself. The angels light died down and Bakura opened the door. "Certainly you weren't looking for me, were you?"