Tile: Headaches
Author: Broken Music Box
Ratings: PG
Summery: Interesting subjects can come to light when you're standing in the ruins of a church. (One-shot)
God cries for us, doesn't he? Or is that job left to His Angels? He had once heard it said that the rain was God's Angels crying, to wash away our sins. Pretty words. And strangely fitting.
But it wasn't raining very hard, was it? Were God's Angels not sad that one of His houses had been destroyed? It wasn't fair. If God couldn't protect one of his churches, what hope did he have? None. Just another lost sheep that died trying to find it's way home.
Why, Bakura?
He wondered if it was iront that led him to want to spend his life talking to God and serving him, and instead have only a demon answer. Perhaps. But now, for some reason, not even the demon saw fit to answer.
Why?
Come home, Ryou.
Why, Bakura?
Because I want to teach you how to pray.
But Ryou had already learnt that lesson. Too soon. Too well. Too violently. But how could praying for your life not be violent? The door opened, and he stepped into his house, trailing the ashes of the destroyed church. Into a house filled with incense and pagan statues, and mumbled beggings for the other half of his soul.
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