OMG. Hell just froze over. I made a second chaptar for one of my stories...

anyway, I would like to point out that in here, there is what some people will say is pedophillia, cause Marik is 28 and the girl is only 16. Please please PLEASE do not think I support such a thing! Neither do I support rape.

Marik:(covers her mouth) shhh...don't give anything away...

Authoress:(removes his hand) Whoops, sorry! anyway, please enjoy this chaptar. and once again thanks for reading!

Before we go on, i would like to thank DarthMudkip for being the first reviewer! YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! The characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. and once again, thanks Kitty for the inspiration and assistance!

The moonlight shone through the large window that looked out over the darkened camp. The beams of light were cast upon the floor, illuminating the gruesome sight of blood puddles and trails. And, in a corner of the room, a mass that was once a living being was mangled and bloodied beyond recognition. He had really out done himself this time.

Sitting in the shadows not too far from the body, Akefia's face was briefly illuminated by the spark from his lighter as he lit up a cigarette. They, along with alcohol, helped him relax after these torturing sessions. He took a deep drag, and then exhaled, watching the smoke dance around briefly before disappearing.

In truth, the only pleasure he found in life now came from killing. True, he did enjoy the lavish parties that he both hosted and attended to a small degree and a soft body to have in bed beneath him was another small comfort, but nothing was more rewarding then the dying screams of a human being. This morbid need for blood and death was, after all, what propelled him through the ranks to what he was now.

But, deep somewhere in a corner of the heart he had long forgotten, emptiness was growing like a cancerous infection. Each time he killed, tortured, or maimed an innocent prisoner, a little pang of regret, though small, throbbed and he found himself beginning to enjoy it less. This scared the hell out of him.

He had always been this cruel and uncaring, never compassionate and kind. His hand cureled into a fist and he took another puff. HE hadn't been compassionate, after all. He left him and mother to fend for themselves and eventually IT came, demanding its money with its beady little eyes and lopsided smile. No, compassion was something he was never shown and never would show. Or so he thought.

"God-damn little rats" He hissed to the darkness around him. Leaning back into the chair he occupied, he let his eyes wander around the room, admiring his handiwork and smirking internally at the amount of work that would be required to clean the place up. Someone would have their work cut out for them tomorrow…

He grimaced and placed his free hand over his heart. There it was, that pang. Then again, he shouldn't be surprised that it happened. After all, it was such a pang that allowed the person in question to be there. This was another piece of the puzzle he couldn't fathom. He still wasn't sure what entirely he was thinking that night six months ago, but obviously he was starting to change. A smirk alighted to his face at the thought of him changing for the better. Nothing could change him from the demon he had made himself to be.

He sat there in the darkness a few moments longer before extinguishing the cigarette and rising out of the chair, strolling back to the couch to retrieve his shirt and jacket. Upon picking up the shirt, he scowled at seeing a streak of blood, already starting to dry, on the otherwise crisp white shirt. This was the whole reason he didn't wear his coat and shirt when he was playing with his victims, and still it happened. Sighing in frustration, he tossed the shirt on the floor, watching as it came to rest in a pool of blood which now soaked and stained it completely red. Guess he'd have to buy another new shirt. Which would probably piss off a certain Reich Economic officer to no end, but he really didn't care. It wasn't his fault exterminating these vermin was so expensive or messy.

Slinging the coat over his shoulder, being sure not to let it touch the drying blood on his skin, he spared one last glance at the mangled body in the corner before exiting the room, heading to his upstairs bedroom for a well needed bath. He had a new shipment coming in tomorrow and he wanted to be wide awake to see what new victims there were.

Morning came all too quickly. While the prisoners were just beginning to wake up and rub the tiredness from their eyes, the bright sun shone into the window of the second floor bedroom of one Marik Boehm, who had been lying awake for some time staring at the ceiling. He really didn't want to get up and go do that damned daily roll call. It's not like any of the prisoners has escaped or disappeared. He smirked. Or had they? While he knew the fate of one of the children, the other two he could only guess about. The rustling of sheets and the feeling of something small and warm curling against him made said smirk grow wider and he absentmindedly let one hand slink under the covers and come to wrap around the naked body next to him.

It had been quite some time since he had taken such a young girl and a virgin at that, but after the initial pain he caused, during which he put on his charming side and whispered sweet nothings to calm her down, it had been wonderful to play with and explore the untouched body. He enjoyed being a virgin's first and considering how willing the Roma had been, it almost made him regret what he had to do next. For, while she had pleased him, they really didn't need another maid. His little katzchen did a fine enough job on her own.

He let the girl stay snuggled next to him a few more minutes, the removed his arm and left the bed, moving to the large dresser nearby, opening the top drawer and rummaging through it for a clean pair of boxers.

Annika was happy. Sure, it had hurt like hell, but after the initial shock, it had felt so good. She knew it was a sin in the back of her mind, but the Rapportführer was so good looking and so gentle with her, she had forgotten all about the idea. And it got her a job here, so she couldn't complain. It felt nice to lie there next to his strong toned body and to snuggle into his warmth, so it was a shock to suddenly feel said warmth leave. Slowly opening her eyes, blinking at the harsh sunlight, she was surprised to see that he was half dressed and was buttoning up a black long sleeve shirt.

"Ummm… G-good morning Herr Rapportführer." She managed to stutter out, not quite sure what was going on. He finished buttoning the shirt, then turned his attention to her, adopting the same misleading smile from that night. "Good morning little one. Did you sleep well?" she nodded in response and sat up on the bed, feeling immediately at ease from his tone of voice. "Yes, very much sir"

"Good" He returned to the bedside and patted her on the head, smirking at the happy, naïve smile she flashed at him. "Now, I need you to get dressed, go downstairs and find the lady you saw last night. She will take you to one of the officers who will escort you back to you barrack okay?" It was like she had hit a brick wall.

She looked up at him eyes wide."Bu-but I thought…I thought you said I'd be a new maid!" she cried, the fear evident in her voice. He shook his head, then moved away, heading for the wardrobe that held his coats. "Well, you see my little naïve gypsy, that was a lie, and you so willingly believed it. It's kind of cute." He opened the wardrobes door and pulled out his coat, slipping it on.

"W-what? I…" Her eyes soon filled with tears and they begin to run down her face and plop onto the comforter pooled around her. This was met with the cock of a gun and she looked up to see that the barrel of a P38 9mm pistol aimed at her, his gentle smile gone and replaced with a dark smirk. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I have been more than kind to you and even now I am telling you a second time to get out instead of shooting you." He lowered the gun only slightly, aiming for her heart now instead of her head.

Seeing that he was serious, she meekly crawled out of the bed, tears still running down her face as she began to dress, feeling cheap and used. And it didn't help any that he stood there watching. When she had finished dressing back into her ragged clothes, he jerked his head to the door. Dejectedly, she shuffled to the door, her spirit broken. Before she left, she heard him call her name. turning her head back to look at him standing there, intimidating in his uniform and the smirk still plastered to his lips, he said with all maliciousness, Good bye little one. Oh, and if you ever tell anyone about this, you will be slaughtered. Have a nice day." She squeezed her eyes shut and ran down the hallway, a malicious cackle following her. Yep, it was going to be a good day.

Akefia stumbled out of bed and got dressed, still groggy and half asleep. His mind had been particularly overactive that night, causing him to dream of his mother. He couldn't fathom why and as such he shoved the thought out of his mind as he made his way downstairs and into the dining room. It was the same almost every morning: He was the last one to get up while Marik was the first. By the time he would walk into the dining room, his morning cup of coffee and his usual breakfast of eggs, bacon, and sausages was laid out for him, along with his newspaper. Marik would be sitting in the chair that got him the best view of the kitchen and, by consequence, the maid. Bakura would be closest to the chair where he himself sat, usually fiddling with his knife or pursuing his own newspaper.

This morning was no different. Upon opening the door, there were his companions in their usual positions. The only difference was besides his newspaper, there was a stack of official looking papers, which he came to recognize as the transfer papers indicating what type of prisoners would be arriving today, compliments of Marik. He pulled out his chair and sat down, taking a swig of his coffee. "Morning boys"

"Morning" was their simultaneous reply. "Rough night?' Bakura added, shoving a piece of sausage down his throat. Akefia smiled and picked up the papers in one hand while holding a fork in the other. "Like you wouldn't know. It was hard to tell sometimes which screams were my boys and which ones were yours".

Bakura grinned, and then cut another piece of sausage, chewing it savagely before swallowing. "What about you Marik?" No reply. He groaned in disgust, and turned to look at the other man, who was staring straight ahead, resting his head on his propped hand. No explanation was needed. The other two knew what he was staring at.

"For God's sake Marik, is that all you think about? I mean Jesus you haven't been out of bed long and already you want to go back. It's disgusting". This got his attention.

"Oh shut up Bakura. Just because you don't enjoy women doesn't mean I can't." He replied, taking his elbow off the table and going back to eating, ignoring Bakura's glare. "I really couldn't give a fuck if you enjoy women, but you could have one of those actual good German girls that come here for our parties. Why do you always go back to her? You practically have an entire harem of Aryan girls begging to be your wife and still you bed her." He shot back.

Akefia only half listened to the now angry bickering of the two as he poured over the lists of prisoners arriving today and took sips from his coffee. After a few minutes, he was about half done with reading the list when a steak knife went whizzing past his head and he looked up from the paper to see Bakura with his knife out and Marik grabbing for his own. "Really you two? It's too early for this. And don't you have a roll call to conduct Marik?" He chastised. A sullen "Yes" was his reply. Bakura returned to his seat and so did Marik, who began to finish his breakfast in a hurry.

Seeing as his point was proven, Akefia lifted his mug to his lips and was disappointed to find his coffee was gone. Setting the mug down, he called "Coffee", which was answered with the appearance of Deniz from the kitchen with the pot of coffee. Silently, she refilled his mug, ignoring Marik's leer and Bakura's glare, and headed back for the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. "Herr Kommandant, thought you might like to know: Herr Kaiba called early this morning."

The Reich officers name caught his attention and he looked up from the page again. "Did he say what he wanted?" Great. Whatever the uptight bastard wanted could not be good news for him.

"Yes. He asked if you were up yet and I told him no. He then said to tell you that you better be, and I quote, damn sure to be out of bed or I'll drag his ass out of bed. Or something to that effect. Apparently, you are overspending the budget and he wants to meet with you to discuss this sometime this evening." He groaned and messaged his temple. Yep, this was not good news.

"Fuck… Alright. Thank you Deniz, you may leave now." She was about leave when another voice spoke up. "Oh Mein Katzchen… I need more coffee too." She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Luckily, she was saved from having to do such by the Kommandant. "No you don't Marik. Now get your ass outside and do your job. Now!" Akefia's tone of voice was enough to convince Marik not to pester her anymore and he quickly left. If there's one thing you should never do, it's to piss off the already pissed Kommandant.

Once he was gone from the room and Deniz had returned to the kitchen with his dirty dishes for washing, Akefia let out a long sigh. "Some days I want to strangle him." Bakura nodded in agreement. They sat there a little while longer before Akefia stood up and adjusted his coat and hat.

"The new shipment will be arriving in an hour. I expect to see you there Bakura." He commanded, grabbing the list and stuffing it into his inner coat pocket. "I will." Satisfied with the commander's reply, he departed the dining room and made his way out the front door and down to the tracks where the train would be arriving.

Just another day in hell.

Yay! And yep, Kaiba I could totally see being a Reich Economic Officer. Lol.

and katzchen means kitten in German. At least, thats what Google translate tells me. and Mein means my. Please review! (claps enthusiastically)

oh, and if anybody sees spelling mistakes let me know because I get a little picky about it and I do not always catch them in time.