duhduhda! another fanfic!
Okay, I have to tell the backstory on this idea. For anyone familiar with deviantart, there is an extremly awesome person on there by the name of KitsuneKittis who does some of the most amazing pictures of Akefia, Marik, Bakura, Malik, and Ryou I have ever seen.
One particular group that caught my eye were the ones with Akefia is Nazi uniform. It got my little mind gears turning and I was like "I could totally make a fanfic based on this!" so I messaged her, asked for her permisson to use the idea, and she said I could! so this is the starting of what i hope is to be a good story.
Now, a word of warning: This fic will deal with the unpleaseant aspects of World War Two and the concentration camps of such. IN NO WAY DO I SUPPORT WHAT THE NAZI'S DID... and neither does KitsuneKittis. But, you have to admit if you bother to go look at the pictures or have seen them before, He looks damn sexy in that uniform...
anyway, besides containing such things as the gas chambers, medical experiments, blood, and torture, there will be some lemons scattered throughout of both hetero and homosexual natures. If you cannot read anything associated with any of these things, then please leave. And if you don't like it, don't leave a hateful comment. I put a lot of time and effort into doing the research for this and in the ideas spent to make it and while I can appreciate tasteful constructive criticism, i will NOT tolerate blantent flaming.
That aside, please enjoy the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Yu-Gi-Oh characters. They belong to Kazuki Takahashi. Neither do I own the pictures that inspired this fic. Those and the inspiration for this story belong to the ever talented KitsuneKittis (who I hope will like this fic.) All I ownis Deniz and the other made up characters.
While most people would say that hell lies below, the prisoners of Buchenwald would say that it lies all around them and that the devil occupied the large villa overlooking the camp. Or rather, the devil and his demons, but most feared one in particular. During the day, all 250,000 prisoners would scurry as fast as they could across the open yards, not wanting to be out in the open for long. For those who weren't fast enough or were just luckless enough, they were sure to be found lying on the ground, blood pooling around them from the bullet wound in their head. Needless to say, he was a good shot.
At night the fear was not lessened, even being locked away in the barracks could not diminish the pure terror. Whispers echoed throughout the packed in prisoners about who had disappeared, for sometimes, late at night, one of the SS officers or the Blockfurher for the barrack would come and pull out a prisoner and take them to the house. Screaming could be heard late into the night and in the morning, the occasional survivor came back, usually scarred, bleeding, crying, and even with missing limbs or chunks of flesh stripped away. But most never did. The ones who did never said anything about what happened and anyone caught by the officers trying to ask about it was instantly shot on sight.
It was such a night that in Barrack B, a men's barrack, that a Jewish boy of fifteen was roused roughly from his sleep by an SS officer and forced outside into the cool night air. The boy shivered violently, for the mere scraps he wore did nothing to keep him warm against the chilly mid-fall breeze. Of course, he trembled also in fear. He was forced along by the officer with harsh words towards the gates that led out. The massive iron gates swung open and they continued on towards the stairs to the villa. The grating sound of the gate made the boy jump and the officer laughed mercilessly.
At the bottom of the set of stairs that led up to the villa, two other officers stood there waiting, along with one of the blockfuhers, and with them was a girl that looked to only be one year older than him and another boy his age. The girl wore a brown triangle badge, signifying she was a Roma or a gypsy, while the other boy wore the Jewish star, like himself, except over the star was a pink bar, signifying that he was a homosexual. Their faces were plastered with fear, as was his own. The officers laughed and spoke for a few minutes before turning their attention back to the prisoners.
"Alright, let's go you" commanded the Blockfurher, shoving the other boy with the butt of his rifle. The three children climbed the stairs, their fear mounting with each step, the villa growing closer. Once they reached the top, the girl began sobbing, unable to hold it in anymore. This earned her a harsh slap across the face from one of the officers. "Stop your crying. Nothing has even happened to you, you weak Roma…yet." A sick grin spread across the man's face. "That slap is nothing, trust me. The Rapportführer is much more harsh then that." The Blockfurher gave him a stern look, before smirking as well. "Now now, don't give away anything. Let them see for themselves." He then knocked on the door three times, the resounding echo deep and long. After a minute the door opened and a young woman stuck her head out the door, seemingly unsurprised to see them. "Ah. Blockfuhrer Vittengel, you're here." Her voice sounded dead, almost emotionless. "They have been waiting. They are impatient" She pushed the door open and the boy gaped. While she had the blonde hair and blue eyes prized by the Nazi Party, her skin was dark, an almost sure sign that she was of Roma descent. And sure enough, on an armband on her right arm, a brown triangle was displayed.
Vittengel smiled, the smirk twisting his face. "Then you must not be doing your job well enough Deniz." It wasn't hard to miss the other officers leering lecherously, nor miss the word that passed from one to another: whore. The children each shared a confused look, for none of them knew what it meant; only that it was a derogatory term. "However, I don't know why they would want to fuck some dirty gypsy like you or any of these prisoners." He commented, casting a quick glance at the children behind him.
Her facial expression never wavered from the emotionless mask. "Perhaps you can ask them that yourself. I'll take you too them." Without another word, she turned and moved back into the house, the procession of officers and prisoners following. The children tried not to, but couldn't help noticing the expensive furnishings of the large sitting room they passed through. She took them down a hallway, which ended at another wooden door. She knocked twice on the door, which was met with a barely discernable "yes?"
"Herr Kommandant, what you requested is here." Silence, then a deep laugh followed by "Good. Send them in" was the only warning the children had before the doors were opened and they were dragged through by the officers. Deniz was the last one in, closing the door behind them. They were now trapped in the room with the three Demons of Buchenwald.
The room was a good sized drawing room, judging by the couches and chairs scattered about. Directly in front of the group, occupying two chairs and a couch, sat the three men whom the children had heard the terrifying rumors of: Wachbattalion commander Bakura Schwarz, Rapportführer Marik Boehm, and, the devil incarnate himself, Kommandant Akefia Touzoku.
What was puzzling to most anyone who saw them was that each man was a far cry from what the Nazi's thought was the master race. For one, the Kommandant and the Rapportführer were both dark-skinned. To add to their strangeness, Akefia had wild short white hair and deep purple eyes while Marik had wild blonde hair that stuck up in spikes and violet eyes. Bakura had dark brown eyes, but his long hair was also a blinding white and his skin was almost too pale to be considered normal.
Of course, anyone who made such comments about anyone of the three was met with instant death.
The silence of the room only added to the tension as the children stood there in front of the officers in full view for the three to see. After what seemed like hours, when in truth it had only been a minute, the Kommandant gave a little wave with his hand, signaling for the officers to leave. Taking one last look at the children, whom they were sure they would never see again, they filed from the room in silence, leaving the door to slam shut behind him.
Rising gracefully from his seat, the Kommandant easily towered over the children. His eyes scanned over their identification badges, his smirk turning down into a full out scowl. "Idiots. Haven't I told them time after time I don't want these dirty Jews brought here?" The evidence of complete disgust was plainly evident in his tone of voice as he stared down the now trembling children in front of him.
Bakura chuckled darkly, taking a long drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in the nearby ashtray. "Don't get too worked up over it Akefia. It's not like they'll be around much longer anyway." This statement was perfectly, and frighteningly, punctuated when Bakura pulled out his regulation SS dagger from his coat and began twirling it in his fingers, a sick smirk spreading across his face. The poor Roma girl, upon seeing the flash of the knife burst into tears and proceeded to sob hysterically.
While this pathetic display of fear only made Bakura laugh, it gave Akefia a headache. "Stop your crying girl! It won't do you any good. Ugh…" He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the now throbbing pain in his head as the girl continued to sob, despite his words and the two boys trying to calm her down. This was not going to be one of those pleasant nights.
The girl continued to sob till she felt her chin lifted up, forcing her to look into the violet eyes of the Rapportführer. "No need to cry little on. I won't hurt you" the man cooed, cupping her cheek in his hand softly. Out of shock, the girl stopped crying and stood there mesmerized. Why was he being so nice to her? Wasn't he the one who liked to perform cruel experiments on the prisoners?
Marik smiled st the confusion in the girl's eyes and dropped down to one knee so that their eyes were directly level, wiping away a remaining tear with his thumb. "See?" He whispered softly, then continued "Now, what's your name little one?" She hesitated a moment before replying softly, almost a whisper "Annika"
His grin widened, the deception he was weaving working like a charm as always. "Annika? That's a pretty name." his eyes flicked to the brown triangle that indicated her as a Roma before returning back to hers. "And a Gypsy name too. Tell me little Annika, do you like working in the camp?"
Unsurely, she shook her head no as much as his grip on her face would allow, causing him to chuckle." You don't? Well, little Roma, how would you like to have an easier job? Because our house is so big, we have considered hiring another maid. See the pretty lady there?" He gently turned her head so she could see the other woman standing behind her. "She was like you once, but now she's happy here, aren't you Deniz?" He eyed her, the subtle warning he implanted in his last few words not lost on the young woman. "Oh yes Herr Rapportführer. Very happy." The smile on her face appeared genuine to the girl, but the three officers recognized it as forced.
Turning the girls head back to face him, he then let go and returned to standing. "Would you like to have the job? You would be just perfect." Without any hesitation, the girl shook her head rapidly up and down. Anything would be better than being in the camp where the guards eyed her and her other friends lecherously. And the girl did seem happy and well taken care of. "Yes sir, I would like that very much!" she chirped excitedly, her German heavily accented.
With a smile, he grabbed her hand and led her towards the door. "Very good. All we need to do now, if you will come with me is get a contract drawn up and discuss your…conditions." Had the poor girl not been overwhelmed in excitement, she would have not missed the implications woven into that statement and the dark smirk that alighted to his lips. Without another word, he led her along out the door held open for him by Deniz and they disappeared from view when the door was shut again.
Once the door had shut, Bakura grinned and shook his head in amazement. "How does that jackass do it? One minute we have a whiny bitch and the next he shuts her up with a single sentence…" He stood up and joined akefia in front of the remaining kids. Akefia shrugged. "I have no clue, but remind me to thank him later. I can't stand it when they cry…" He grumbled the last part, his headache starting to subside. "And I still don't understand his sympathy towards gypsies… or why he wanted this one. It's not like he doesn't ever get a chance to fuck one."
An annoyed sigh came from the door. "I'm standing right here you know." Bakura growled and glared at her. "Did I ask your opinion?" akefia rolled his eyes and ignored their banter. Bakura glared a little longer before returning his attention back to his Kommandant.
"Now, what shall we do with the remaining vermin?" Both their gazes fell on the two boys, who backed up a step. Bakura considered the two for a moment before his eyes fell on the boy with the pink status bar and his mouth twisted into a leer. "I think I'll take that one. His status aside, I have been looking for someone to practice a new skill on…" Grabbing the boy by the upper arm and replacing the knife back inside his coat, he proceeded to drag the panicking boy to the door and was pissed when instead of opening the door like she did for Marik, Deniz just stood there.
"Open the damn door bitch." He snarled, not in the mood for her being ignorant of him. When she didn't move to open the door, he was about ready to pull out the knife again and take out his anger like he wanted to, but Akefia's harsh command for her to open the door eliminated the need, for she complied. Giving her a smug look, he dragged the young boy out and instead of proceeding down the hallway like Marik, he made a sharp left to head down a different hallway. This left only the last boy, Akefia, and Deniz.
"So, I guess you my entertainment for the night." Turning and walking back to the couch, he removed his coat and shirt, not wanting to get them stained. Without turning to look back, he dismissed Deniz. "You can leave now Deniz." With a slight bow, she turned and proceeded to leave, but stopped in the doorway. "I'm guessing you will want this place cleaned in the morning Herr Kommandant?"
"Yes. And the basement. You know Bakura and the mess he leaves. Now go" nodding, she stepped out and shut the door behind her. Once he was sure she was gone, he turned back to the boy, a sadistic smirking spreading across his face. "So, little Jew rat..." he hissed as he slunk towards the boy, his own SS knife in his hand, "let's find out how long it takes you to die."
That night, the tell-tale screams informed the other prisoners that another unlucky group had discovered why the three men were called the Demons of Buchenwald.
Okay. so far, so good. I will try and update soon. Thanks for bothering to read this and please, leave a review. They help me find the motivation to write!