Thus is God's Will
Rated: R
Warnings: Rape, abuse, death (and lots of it), torture, cult activity, yaoi and other things. Story is not for the close-minded.
Notes: A/U fiction, as you very well know. Sorry for the dark prologue.
Chapter One: Falling Down
Angrily Bakura folded up the letter and threw it at the ground. He used his telekinetic powers to snap the wires that bound Ryou's lifeless form, catching him as the limp body fell from the cross. A crowd had started to form around them, staring in a dumbstruck amazement.
They all made the robber sick. He sneered at them all, using his powers to throw the bodies of the worthless onlookers about the town. More then a few of them probably where killed by his actions. Not that he really cared. In his mind they deserved it. All they could do was sit there and stare while Ryou bleed on that abomination they call a cross.
Screams where constantly heard in the background. Bakura kept throwing 'innocent bystanders' into windows of shops and houses as he ran back towards his own. His arms cradled Ryou gently, an odd trait for the robber since he was known to be anything but gentle; he was praying for there to even the smallest shred of life in the boy. He finally reached the house he and Ryou had shared, leaving the streets filled with new blood from his anger.
The door slammed and echoed through out the town of Christiania. Bakura rested the broken, nude body of Ryou on their couch. His hand trailed up to artery in Ryou's neck, his fingers pressing down on it to check of he had a pulse. His hand jerked away when he found that Ryou still had a small one. It was fading fast, but it was still there.
Once again Bakura picked the thankfully alive boy and rushed into the bathroom. He proceeded to fill the tub up with warm water, growling at it impatiently when it didn't fill up fast enough. "Fuck that!" he yelled frustrated, putting Ryou into the bathtub. He hurried with cleaning his wounds out, somehow managing to do it within minutes. Inwardly, he was very thankful Ryou was unconscious. He was defiantly not cleaning gently.
After all of the silver-haired boy's wounds where cleaned, Bakura brought the boy out of the tub and began to bandage his wounds. Every minute or so he would stop and check to make sure that Ryou's faint pulse was still there. Thankfully, it never died down.
Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, Bakura had finished bandaging his lover. Though anger still flowed through his veins, he was being careful not to damage Ryou more then he already had been as he carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
There he placed the boy down onto the blankets, and lay down next to him. He growled while looking over Ryou, thinking of the bastards that had done this to him. They would pay for what they had done to his lover. Oh yes, they would pay very dearly.
Absent-mindedly he ran his fingers through the somehow still soft strands of silver-hair. He kept doing this until he had somehow fallen into a deep sleep. Using his powers like he did in the streets before had taken a lot more out of him then he had realized.
Hours later, soft chocolate brown eyes opened peering around the room. They where partly blood shot, glazed over, and looking distant and emotionless for the most part. Ryou frantically looked around the room, completely unaware of the fact that he was in his own home. Then a faint realization of where he was and what had happened drifted into his mind.
He rolled over and clutched the blankets underneath him. It felt like his whole body was dirty, the kind of dirty that you can't just wash away. Then he felt the wire around his neck again. It wasn't really there, but still he could feel it.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It hurt to breath. Oh god, how it hurt to breath. He felt his body start to jolt out of control. He felt the nonexistent wire tighten around his neck, and he screamed.
Bakura jumped upright in the bed upon hearing Ryou scream. He looked at the boy, grasping hopelessly onto the sheets, gasping for air. His face was becoming slightly blue and his body was beginning to jerk about. "Ryou!" he yelled, grabbing the silver-haired boy and shaking him slightly, "Ryou snap out of it!"
'The wire,' Ryou's voice screamed in his mind, 'the wire around my neck. I can feel it; it's there. Get it off of me, please.' The last part was a soft cry for help. He couldn't really see it, but he was sure that tears had found their way to Ryou's eyes.
'Ryou there's no wire around your neck,' he called back into the boy's mind, 'you're just think it's there, but it's not. Now calm down.' Bakura began to stroke the side of Ryou's face, making a short of 'shhh' sound hoping it would help.
The boy stopped struggling, his eyes turning back to normal though where still filled with tears. He turned his body weakly around so he could face his lover. Crystal tears where streaming helplessly down the sides of his cheeks, dripping off of his jaw. "Why didn't I die Bakura?" Ryou asked, his voice high pitched and choked back with sobs. "Why did I have to live through that?"
All the robber really could do was give him a confused look. What else could he really do? He didn't understand what Ryou was talking about at all. Did he really want to die? "Ryou…" he whispered, his voice soft and uncharacteristic of him. He wanted to ask him why he wanted to die, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
He gathered the boy up in his arms, hugging him tightly. It was the only thing that seemed sensible to do at the moment. Slowly he began to rock him back and forth, cradling in his arms. He continued this until the sobs had stopped, and Ryou had fallen asleep again.
Carefully, Bakura laid him back down on the bed, being extra sure not to wake him. Ryou would probably be asleep for a while, it would be the perfect time to try and gather information on the whereabouts of the "God's Will" cult.
Placing a kiss on the boy's forehead, Bakura exited the house heading towards the best source of information. The detective branch Ryou worked for. They where all gifted like Ryou and himself, though none of them had actually been captured by "God's Will" they had lost family members and friends to them. It was the only place he really had to look.
People continuously gave him frightened looks as he headed towards the hideout all of the gifted detectives met up at. Each time he'd glare at them and growl in warning. He was not in the mood to put up with anyone right now.
What seemed to be two hundred glares later, Bakura finally made his way to the hideout. He looked down at the pad-lock keeping the door shut. Ryou had told him the code to get in once before, but he'd never really needed it before. With a shrugs he started making up random combinations and twisting the knobs hoping he got them right.
Twelve combinations later the robber found his teeth pressed together dangerously tight. A growl escaped his lips and he glared fiercely at the pad-lock. "Fucking lock! Why do you have to be so damn complicated?!" he yelled beginning to pace about in front of the door in a very immature manner.
"Hey Bakura!" A far too cheery voice greeted him. Bakura sneered and turned around to look at his greeter. He was another one of the gifted, Jounouchi Katsuya. He stood with bags of groceries in his arms, a huge grin on his face, a twinkle in his amber eyes and his golden bangs in his face. The grin quickly left after meeting one of Bakura's infamous glares. "Geeze, what got your panties in a bunch?"
"That fucking pad-lock, that's what ass!" the robber spat, glaring at the aforementioned lock for the second time in ten minutes, "It's mocking me! I swear it is! Now open the stupid lock before I'm forced to kill you."
Jou sighed slightly, handing some of the grocery bags over to Bakura and opened the lock. "You know you could've just knocked and said it was you. Someone would've let you in, most likely."
"Shut up Katsuya," Bakura snapped, his fists clenching at his side as he fought back the urge to kill the blond haired boy right there. Of course, it was just his luck that Jou was the most likely person to have information on the location he needed to find. 'Damn idiot,' he thought to himself as he followed the boy inside the hideout.
There where a lot less people there then the last time had been there. A lot of gifted dropped out of the detective business in order to keep themselves safe. Only a few of them died honorably. Everyone that was left where the more careful and more dedicated ones, they where also the ones that always gathered the latest news and information the fastest.
The main room of the hide out was what people considered the dining hall. There where six long tables that could probably seat about thirty people each. Of course there weren't that many gifted left in the world, they just had that much space for victims they find and take in for a short amount of times. There was a small cut off place that was used as the kitchen. It had a huge freezer that could probably fit four grown men in it, two refrigerators, a stove, a microwave, dozens of pots and pans hanging everywhere, and countless cabinets.
Most of the other parts of the hide out, Bakura hadn't been into. He knew most of the rooms though, where studies, bedrooms (which contained a dozen bed's each) and libraries. He wouldn't doubt it if the place contained every book ever written. Most of the gifted that stayed there had some odd fascination with reading.
"Oh Bakura," he heard one of them say. He turned his head to the side to come face to face with the short triple color haired boy, Yugi. "I heard about Ryou. Are you okay? Do you need to talk?" Yugi asked, looking as if he where on the verge of tears.
"I'm fine," Bakura replied with an annoyed tone of voice, thought it was probably more at the fact that ever five seconds he could hear Jou drop something and yell 'damnit'. "Ryou isn't dead."
Violet eyes widened, and instinctively Yugi tugged on the sleeve of Bakura's shirt. "You mean he actually survived?" he asked in shock.
Bakura nodded. "Either they didn't have the wire tight enough and are actually showing their idiot nature, or Ryou's will to live was too strong," he explained in a very monotone voice. He remembered what Ryou had told him before he had left.
'Why did I have to live through that?'
He could hear Ryou's voice in his head, but he knew it wasn't the boy's telepathy. "I think I need to sit down…" Bakura pointed out as he sat down at one of the many tables that occupied the place.
The short boy, Yugi, sat down next to him, his face still full of concern; though now he was rather confused about the situation. "So if Ryou isn't dead then what are you doing here?" he asked, then gasped in shock. It wasn't so hard to figure out even if his powers where channeling rather then telepathy.
"BAKURA!" the boy yelled suddenly, "Please tell me you don't plan on going after God's Will! You might as well commit suicide!" The sound of another object was heard in the background, though much to Bakura's relief it wasn't followed by 'damnit' like all of the other ones.
"What are you going to do to stop me, runt?" the silver-haired robber snarled glaring slightly at Yugi. "Even if you don't provide the information I need, I could always find out where they are on my own. This kind of stuff is my specialty." By that time, Jou had returned to listen to the conversation and if he could, help Yugi persuade Bakura.
Yugi flinched slightly under Bakura's glare and harsh tone. "But the last…" he started to say but his voice trailed off; sound more then a little sad. "Don't you remember…?" he asked, though it was more of a plea. "You…can't just…" he started again, "Serenity…she…"
Holding back tears himself, Jou decided to take over what Yugi was trying to say. "It's not worth getting your self killed," he simply stated, "Serenity… she was strong. One of our strongest, and she couldn't defeat them."
"I know the story Katsuya," Bakura spat crossing his arms, "Nothing you say or do can keep me from going. Just save yourself some energy, my mind's made up."
"Go get yourself killed then," Jou snapped back glaring slightly at the impossibly stubborn tomb robber, "Or be smart and at least try to find people willing to go with you. Letting yourself meet the same fate that Ryou almost did isn't going to help him."
He turned on his heel and started to walk away, "It will only make his life harder."
End notes: I hope people can follow this story. Please review.
Rated: R
Warnings: Rape, abuse, death (and lots of it), torture, cult activity, yaoi and other things. Story is not for the close-minded.
Notes: A/U fiction, as you very well know. Sorry for the dark prologue.
Chapter One: Falling Down
Angrily Bakura folded up the letter and threw it at the ground. He used his telekinetic powers to snap the wires that bound Ryou's lifeless form, catching him as the limp body fell from the cross. A crowd had started to form around them, staring in a dumbstruck amazement.
They all made the robber sick. He sneered at them all, using his powers to throw the bodies of the worthless onlookers about the town. More then a few of them probably where killed by his actions. Not that he really cared. In his mind they deserved it. All they could do was sit there and stare while Ryou bleed on that abomination they call a cross.
Screams where constantly heard in the background. Bakura kept throwing 'innocent bystanders' into windows of shops and houses as he ran back towards his own. His arms cradled Ryou gently, an odd trait for the robber since he was known to be anything but gentle; he was praying for there to even the smallest shred of life in the boy. He finally reached the house he and Ryou had shared, leaving the streets filled with new blood from his anger.
The door slammed and echoed through out the town of Christiania. Bakura rested the broken, nude body of Ryou on their couch. His hand trailed up to artery in Ryou's neck, his fingers pressing down on it to check of he had a pulse. His hand jerked away when he found that Ryou still had a small one. It was fading fast, but it was still there.
Once again Bakura picked the thankfully alive boy and rushed into the bathroom. He proceeded to fill the tub up with warm water, growling at it impatiently when it didn't fill up fast enough. "Fuck that!" he yelled frustrated, putting Ryou into the bathtub. He hurried with cleaning his wounds out, somehow managing to do it within minutes. Inwardly, he was very thankful Ryou was unconscious. He was defiantly not cleaning gently.
After all of the silver-haired boy's wounds where cleaned, Bakura brought the boy out of the tub and began to bandage his wounds. Every minute or so he would stop and check to make sure that Ryou's faint pulse was still there. Thankfully, it never died down.
Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, Bakura had finished bandaging his lover. Though anger still flowed through his veins, he was being careful not to damage Ryou more then he already had been as he carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
There he placed the boy down onto the blankets, and lay down next to him. He growled while looking over Ryou, thinking of the bastards that had done this to him. They would pay for what they had done to his lover. Oh yes, they would pay very dearly.
Absent-mindedly he ran his fingers through the somehow still soft strands of silver-hair. He kept doing this until he had somehow fallen into a deep sleep. Using his powers like he did in the streets before had taken a lot more out of him then he had realized.
Hours later, soft chocolate brown eyes opened peering around the room. They where partly blood shot, glazed over, and looking distant and emotionless for the most part. Ryou frantically looked around the room, completely unaware of the fact that he was in his own home. Then a faint realization of where he was and what had happened drifted into his mind.
He rolled over and clutched the blankets underneath him. It felt like his whole body was dirty, the kind of dirty that you can't just wash away. Then he felt the wire around his neck again. It wasn't really there, but still he could feel it.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. It hurt to breath. Oh god, how it hurt to breath. He felt his body start to jolt out of control. He felt the nonexistent wire tighten around his neck, and he screamed.
Bakura jumped upright in the bed upon hearing Ryou scream. He looked at the boy, grasping hopelessly onto the sheets, gasping for air. His face was becoming slightly blue and his body was beginning to jerk about. "Ryou!" he yelled, grabbing the silver-haired boy and shaking him slightly, "Ryou snap out of it!"
'The wire,' Ryou's voice screamed in his mind, 'the wire around my neck. I can feel it; it's there. Get it off of me, please.' The last part was a soft cry for help. He couldn't really see it, but he was sure that tears had found their way to Ryou's eyes.
'Ryou there's no wire around your neck,' he called back into the boy's mind, 'you're just think it's there, but it's not. Now calm down.' Bakura began to stroke the side of Ryou's face, making a short of 'shhh' sound hoping it would help.
The boy stopped struggling, his eyes turning back to normal though where still filled with tears. He turned his body weakly around so he could face his lover. Crystal tears where streaming helplessly down the sides of his cheeks, dripping off of his jaw. "Why didn't I die Bakura?" Ryou asked, his voice high pitched and choked back with sobs. "Why did I have to live through that?"
All the robber really could do was give him a confused look. What else could he really do? He didn't understand what Ryou was talking about at all. Did he really want to die? "Ryou…" he whispered, his voice soft and uncharacteristic of him. He wanted to ask him why he wanted to die, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
He gathered the boy up in his arms, hugging him tightly. It was the only thing that seemed sensible to do at the moment. Slowly he began to rock him back and forth, cradling in his arms. He continued this until the sobs had stopped, and Ryou had fallen asleep again.
Carefully, Bakura laid him back down on the bed, being extra sure not to wake him. Ryou would probably be asleep for a while, it would be the perfect time to try and gather information on the whereabouts of the "God's Will" cult.
Placing a kiss on the boy's forehead, Bakura exited the house heading towards the best source of information. The detective branch Ryou worked for. They where all gifted like Ryou and himself, though none of them had actually been captured by "God's Will" they had lost family members and friends to them. It was the only place he really had to look.
People continuously gave him frightened looks as he headed towards the hideout all of the gifted detectives met up at. Each time he'd glare at them and growl in warning. He was not in the mood to put up with anyone right now.
What seemed to be two hundred glares later, Bakura finally made his way to the hideout. He looked down at the pad-lock keeping the door shut. Ryou had told him the code to get in once before, but he'd never really needed it before. With a shrugs he started making up random combinations and twisting the knobs hoping he got them right.
Twelve combinations later the robber found his teeth pressed together dangerously tight. A growl escaped his lips and he glared fiercely at the pad-lock. "Fucking lock! Why do you have to be so damn complicated?!" he yelled beginning to pace about in front of the door in a very immature manner.
"Hey Bakura!" A far too cheery voice greeted him. Bakura sneered and turned around to look at his greeter. He was another one of the gifted, Jounouchi Katsuya. He stood with bags of groceries in his arms, a huge grin on his face, a twinkle in his amber eyes and his golden bangs in his face. The grin quickly left after meeting one of Bakura's infamous glares. "Geeze, what got your panties in a bunch?"
"That fucking pad-lock, that's what ass!" the robber spat, glaring at the aforementioned lock for the second time in ten minutes, "It's mocking me! I swear it is! Now open the stupid lock before I'm forced to kill you."
Jou sighed slightly, handing some of the grocery bags over to Bakura and opened the lock. "You know you could've just knocked and said it was you. Someone would've let you in, most likely."
"Shut up Katsuya," Bakura snapped, his fists clenching at his side as he fought back the urge to kill the blond haired boy right there. Of course, it was just his luck that Jou was the most likely person to have information on the location he needed to find. 'Damn idiot,' he thought to himself as he followed the boy inside the hideout.
There where a lot less people there then the last time had been there. A lot of gifted dropped out of the detective business in order to keep themselves safe. Only a few of them died honorably. Everyone that was left where the more careful and more dedicated ones, they where also the ones that always gathered the latest news and information the fastest.
The main room of the hide out was what people considered the dining hall. There where six long tables that could probably seat about thirty people each. Of course there weren't that many gifted left in the world, they just had that much space for victims they find and take in for a short amount of times. There was a small cut off place that was used as the kitchen. It had a huge freezer that could probably fit four grown men in it, two refrigerators, a stove, a microwave, dozens of pots and pans hanging everywhere, and countless cabinets.
Most of the other parts of the hide out, Bakura hadn't been into. He knew most of the rooms though, where studies, bedrooms (which contained a dozen bed's each) and libraries. He wouldn't doubt it if the place contained every book ever written. Most of the gifted that stayed there had some odd fascination with reading.
"Oh Bakura," he heard one of them say. He turned his head to the side to come face to face with the short triple color haired boy, Yugi. "I heard about Ryou. Are you okay? Do you need to talk?" Yugi asked, looking as if he where on the verge of tears.
"I'm fine," Bakura replied with an annoyed tone of voice, thought it was probably more at the fact that ever five seconds he could hear Jou drop something and yell 'damnit'. "Ryou isn't dead."
Violet eyes widened, and instinctively Yugi tugged on the sleeve of Bakura's shirt. "You mean he actually survived?" he asked in shock.
Bakura nodded. "Either they didn't have the wire tight enough and are actually showing their idiot nature, or Ryou's will to live was too strong," he explained in a very monotone voice. He remembered what Ryou had told him before he had left.
'Why did I have to live through that?'
He could hear Ryou's voice in his head, but he knew it wasn't the boy's telepathy. "I think I need to sit down…" Bakura pointed out as he sat down at one of the many tables that occupied the place.
The short boy, Yugi, sat down next to him, his face still full of concern; though now he was rather confused about the situation. "So if Ryou isn't dead then what are you doing here?" he asked, then gasped in shock. It wasn't so hard to figure out even if his powers where channeling rather then telepathy.
"BAKURA!" the boy yelled suddenly, "Please tell me you don't plan on going after God's Will! You might as well commit suicide!" The sound of another object was heard in the background, though much to Bakura's relief it wasn't followed by 'damnit' like all of the other ones.
"What are you going to do to stop me, runt?" the silver-haired robber snarled glaring slightly at Yugi. "Even if you don't provide the information I need, I could always find out where they are on my own. This kind of stuff is my specialty." By that time, Jou had returned to listen to the conversation and if he could, help Yugi persuade Bakura.
Yugi flinched slightly under Bakura's glare and harsh tone. "But the last…" he started to say but his voice trailed off; sound more then a little sad. "Don't you remember…?" he asked, though it was more of a plea. "You…can't just…" he started again, "Serenity…she…"
Holding back tears himself, Jou decided to take over what Yugi was trying to say. "It's not worth getting your self killed," he simply stated, "Serenity… she was strong. One of our strongest, and she couldn't defeat them."
"I know the story Katsuya," Bakura spat crossing his arms, "Nothing you say or do can keep me from going. Just save yourself some energy, my mind's made up."
"Go get yourself killed then," Jou snapped back glaring slightly at the impossibly stubborn tomb robber, "Or be smart and at least try to find people willing to go with you. Letting yourself meet the same fate that Ryou almost did isn't going to help him."
He turned on his heel and started to walk away, "It will only make his life harder."
End notes: I hope people can follow this story. Please review.