Thus is God's Will
Disclaimer: Not mine. *blink*
Some of the other events that where supposed to happen in the last chapter!
*hugs Pegasus*
Chapter Five: Faceless Man
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." ~ Psalms 30:6
~*~*~
"An angel?" The silver haired man spoke abruptly ending the bouts of laughter he had met with from the small boy's reaction. He moved stray silver locks of hair away from his eyes, pushing it back behind his ear. "Heavens no, I am but a mere noble man seeking to worship my God."
Embarrassed by his assumption, the crimson tint that painted Yugi's cheeks deepened as he lowered his head farther. His chin and chest where just millimeters away from touching at that point. "I'm sorry," He whispered, fidgeting silently in discomfiture, "you must thing I'm some sort of delusional child."
Startled, he jumped backwards, violet eyes wide when he felt a hand placed comfortingly on his shoulder. A strong wave of sorrow coursed through him. He could think of nothing to do, but look at him dumbfound. How could one person be so poignant? "Forgive me," the nobleman apologized withdrawing his hand, "I did not mean to startle you."
Blond strands of hair fell into his eyes as Yugi shook his head. "No," he moved his hand to emphasize the meaning of the word, "you have no need to apologize. I just was not expecting it, that's all."
He reached his slender arms out and hugged the man. He did it without thinking. It was just an urge that built inside the pit of his stomach. Yugi wanted to comfort him; he wanted to take the man's grief away. He bit down on his lip as the contact let the gloomy rush pour over him. He could feel his knees becoming week from so much pain. 'It isn't right for one person to suffer so much,' he thought to himself as he let his indigo eyes slip close.
"Tell me, sir," the words where barely auditable but still the traveled through the air of the chapel, tickling the nobleman's ears. "Why is it that you endure this hurt?" he asked.
"So you are one of the gifted then?" the nobleman had not really asked, but stated. Clearly this boy had to be a gifted. Any normal person could've have seen that he was troubled upon looking for it, but to actually speak and know of what a burden his sorrow was would take supernatural powers.
Every muscle in Yugi's body tensed. A knot formed in his stomach and his violet eyes snapped open again. He let go of the nobleman and took a step back. 'This man, he couldn't be one of God's Will, could he?' the stinging sensation of newly forming tears pricked at his violet orbs threatening to grow and spill over at any second.
"You are not one of them, are you?" He asked in an unsure voice. This man had a gentle energy about him; he didn't want to believe that such an angelic creature could be one of the very demons that killed his friends. If it was true he didn't want to hear about it.
A glint of pain passed through those piercing mahogany eyes. The nobleman looked back up at the large crucifix that hung upon the walls. "Yes," he said almost nonchalantly, "I suppose you could say I am one of them. I am one of what has come to be known as the works of God, the ones that destroy the life of seemingly innocent occupants of the city. But I am not one of them that kill, I am but a teacher of God, the very architect that designed the very cathedral in which we are under.
"Do not fret young one, I will do you no harm nor tell the others that you are here," he let his gaze shift back from the crucifix and fall upon the multicolor haired boy that had wondered his way there.
"Why would you not give away my position?" Yugi questioned in disbelief, but he could not help the great relief washing over him. Yet he felt afraid. He did not think that this man would be one to speak a lie, let alone one of such magnitude.
"I am merely letting them use the undergrounds my church as part of their foundation," the silver haired nobleman explained to the young boy. "I have no desire to kill people, gifted or not, I believe that the shedding of blood for whatever purpose is a pointless act."
"Then why do you let them use your church?" The small boy felt ominous for pressing the subject further. That matter puzzled him so he felt the need to press on; to discover answers to questions that have never been asked or told to any of his kind.
A sigh fell from the pale lips of the man. He looked greatly troubled by the question. It did not stop him from answering the question. "They would've burned my church down had I denied their request to build under. You see, I had no choice but to let them take over and I have come to be burdened by the screaming of the ones such as yourself that fill the nights. They have turned what is holy ground into a tainted murdering sight, a place where innocence is ripped from the souls of many. They have my existence in this world a hell."
"Are you a priest, sir?" Yugi asked curious. He sounded much like a priest.
"Yes, I am."
"You said before you where a nobleman," he pointed out with a slight frown. Apparently that man could lie.
"My deepest apologies," the priest bowed his head, letting the silk-like strands of hair fall over his face, hiding his mahogany eyes behind them. "I did not feel that telling one that I am a priest right off would be the smartest of things. I had never seen you around, and people now days seem to hold grudges against our profession." He lifted his head back up, but his hair remained, covering a single one of his eyes. "I've been rude, I am Father Pegasus J. Crawford," he extended his hand for the other, "a humble servant of the lord in heaven."
The boy gratefully took Pegasus' hand, only for a second before letting go. "I'm Yugi," he introduced himself with a childlike smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He paused for a second, thinking carefully before asking, "Would you teach me of your God, Father?"
"But of course child," He gave a small smile.
~*~*~
The house was in shambles after Bakura's rampage. The paintings had been torn of the walls, the china was smashed and scattered all over the floor. Ryou had stepped on two pieces since that outburst. The only things that seemed to make it out unharmed for the most part had been the bathroom and the bed. Everything else would have to be cleaned, repaired or replaced and there was no way that Bakura would be doing it himself so it left Ryou to the chore.
Vast russet eyes brimmed with tears as the silver haired boy hugged himself. He had yet to leave his spot huddled up in the corner. He feared that if he moved, it would hurt causing some sort of cry of pain that would anger his lover again. So rather then risking another outburst Ryou simply tugged a pillow and blanket off of the bed and slept in the corner.
The withdrawn behavior worried Bakura greatly. He had not even the slightest clue why Ryou was acting the way he was aside from the fact that he had been broken a few days before. It still wasn't like the boy to act so unsociable. He was quiet and sweet but always put his two cents in. He had a way of letting you know he was there without having to say something. At that moment, however, had he not been looking right at the boy he would pass right by him.
He hadn't thought that he 'little' outburst would effect the boy so much. In fact, he didn't believe that was the reason why he recoiled as he did. With a sigh, Bakura approached the boy who laid one the ground, holding himself as if shielding from the cold. Only the silk shirt he had borrowed the day before covered him.
He let his arms slip around him, pulling him close. The soft unclean scent of Ryou filled his sense with a familiar tingling. Words could never express how much it hurt him to see his lover in such a battered state. "Ryou," Bakura whispered the name, letting his hand glide through the unwashed strands of silver hair. It still contained fragments of wood and porcelain.
He placed a chaste kiss on his forehead to show that he meant no harm upon feeling the boy tense beneath him. It pained him to know it was him that his dear Ryou was afraid of, but he would not show it; not at a time when Ryou needed him more then any other. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he breathed out the words, brushing some of the dirt stained strands from russet eyes.
Under normal circumstances he would've never admit anything that he had been. He did love Ryou, he had for months now, but he had never told the boy before. Admitting to the object of your affection that you are more attached then you had let on was a sign of weakness. Bakura was by no means weak. He was not weak that is, unless he was around Ryou. Ryou was his Achilles' heel, the one thing that anyone could use against him. That was why he had never told anyone.
"Ryou," his spoke breathlessly, his voice low and uncharacteristically gentle. The boy in his arms involuntarily shuddered at the tiny tingling jolts of electricity that the way his name was said sent down his spine. "I will protect you from anything and everyone, even if I have to protect you from myself. I wish no harm to ever be brought upon you again."
"Bakura." thick lashes fell over the unfathomable coffee eyes. The arms around Ryou twitched and tensed in the shock of actually hearing him speak aloud once. Even before his near death experience Ryou had always been fonder of speaking inside one's mind then saying the words aloud. The thought that only those who you willed could hear the sounds that came from him made them seem so much more meaningful. "I love you," he declared clearly but none too loudly. He placed a shy kiss on the others cheek before snuggling deep into the embrace that had been offered to him for quite some time.
He did not need to see it to know that Bakura was indeed smiling right then. Bakura never smiled so it was a wonderfully comforting feeling to know that he was at that certain point in time. "I love you too," the soft- spoken return of feelings came from the pale lips but where followed by a sigh in which made Ryou frown.
'What's wrong?' He spoke once again with his mind, much to the dismay of Bakura. He enjoyed hearing the saccharine calm voice of his lover ringing in his ears.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to be leaving soon," He replied. His nose nuzzled the surface of Ryou's face, followed by a series of love filled butterfly kisses along the side of his face.
'Where where you be going?' it was inevitable question that Bakura had seen coming.
"Just to the hideout to plan some things," he sounded none too enthusiastic about going there. Actually he seemed the exact opposite from being excited to go there. He needed to though. He must find out and prepare everything. Everyone who had brought harm upon his dearest Ryou would pay dearly. "I will be as quick as I possibly can," he promised placing a diminutive kiss on his lover's lips.
As he drew away two petite hands on the side of his face pulled him back, drawing him to less subtle kiss. Bakura let one of his own hands fall and rest on the small of Ryou's back, returning the kiss lovingly. Unfortunately they couldn't stay like that as long as both would wish. Bakura drew back, a smile barely visible on his lips.
"Hurry back," Ryou whispered letting his hands drop to his side.
"I will," Bakura, replied withdrawing himself. He retreated from the apartment, letting his own near black-brown eyes lock with the russet ones he's grown to love. It was only when he closed the door that he broke away.
Ryou shivered at the long lasting feeling of Bakura's arms around him fading away. He frowned again before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Now would be a good time to take a bath before he cleaned the house.
~*~*~
Oh dear. I only got two of the four scenes originally planned. *sigh* This story was meant to be only eight to ten chapters but now it's leaning more towards fifteen to twenty. I hope everyone is up for it.
I'm sorry for the greatly uneventful chapter. I know I should be writing "Without End", but since there wasn't much to this one I decided to get it out of the way before hand. Not to mention the extreme lack of writers block on that particular story.
I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! You have Malik and Yami to look forward to in the next chapter if everything goes as planned! Reviews are good for the authors so please drop me a note and leave your comments, suggestions, criticisms or just random messages!
Chapter Five: Faceless Man
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." ~ Psalms 30:6
~*~*~
"An angel?" The silver haired man spoke abruptly ending the bouts of laughter he had met with from the small boy's reaction. He moved stray silver locks of hair away from his eyes, pushing it back behind his ear. "Heavens no, I am but a mere noble man seeking to worship my God."
Embarrassed by his assumption, the crimson tint that painted Yugi's cheeks deepened as he lowered his head farther. His chin and chest where just millimeters away from touching at that point. "I'm sorry," He whispered, fidgeting silently in discomfiture, "you must thing I'm some sort of delusional child."
Startled, he jumped backwards, violet eyes wide when he felt a hand placed comfortingly on his shoulder. A strong wave of sorrow coursed through him. He could think of nothing to do, but look at him dumbfound. How could one person be so poignant? "Forgive me," the nobleman apologized withdrawing his hand, "I did not mean to startle you."
Blond strands of hair fell into his eyes as Yugi shook his head. "No," he moved his hand to emphasize the meaning of the word, "you have no need to apologize. I just was not expecting it, that's all."
He reached his slender arms out and hugged the man. He did it without thinking. It was just an urge that built inside the pit of his stomach. Yugi wanted to comfort him; he wanted to take the man's grief away. He bit down on his lip as the contact let the gloomy rush pour over him. He could feel his knees becoming week from so much pain. 'It isn't right for one person to suffer so much,' he thought to himself as he let his indigo eyes slip close.
"Tell me, sir," the words where barely auditable but still the traveled through the air of the chapel, tickling the nobleman's ears. "Why is it that you endure this hurt?" he asked.
"So you are one of the gifted then?" the nobleman had not really asked, but stated. Clearly this boy had to be a gifted. Any normal person could've have seen that he was troubled upon looking for it, but to actually speak and know of what a burden his sorrow was would take supernatural powers.
Every muscle in Yugi's body tensed. A knot formed in his stomach and his violet eyes snapped open again. He let go of the nobleman and took a step back. 'This man, he couldn't be one of God's Will, could he?' the stinging sensation of newly forming tears pricked at his violet orbs threatening to grow and spill over at any second.
"You are not one of them, are you?" He asked in an unsure voice. This man had a gentle energy about him; he didn't want to believe that such an angelic creature could be one of the very demons that killed his friends. If it was true he didn't want to hear about it.
A glint of pain passed through those piercing mahogany eyes. The nobleman looked back up at the large crucifix that hung upon the walls. "Yes," he said almost nonchalantly, "I suppose you could say I am one of them. I am one of what has come to be known as the works of God, the ones that destroy the life of seemingly innocent occupants of the city. But I am not one of them that kill, I am but a teacher of God, the very architect that designed the very cathedral in which we are under.
"Do not fret young one, I will do you no harm nor tell the others that you are here," he let his gaze shift back from the crucifix and fall upon the multicolor haired boy that had wondered his way there.
"Why would you not give away my position?" Yugi questioned in disbelief, but he could not help the great relief washing over him. Yet he felt afraid. He did not think that this man would be one to speak a lie, let alone one of such magnitude.
"I am merely letting them use the undergrounds my church as part of their foundation," the silver haired nobleman explained to the young boy. "I have no desire to kill people, gifted or not, I believe that the shedding of blood for whatever purpose is a pointless act."
"Then why do you let them use your church?" The small boy felt ominous for pressing the subject further. That matter puzzled him so he felt the need to press on; to discover answers to questions that have never been asked or told to any of his kind.
A sigh fell from the pale lips of the man. He looked greatly troubled by the question. It did not stop him from answering the question. "They would've burned my church down had I denied their request to build under. You see, I had no choice but to let them take over and I have come to be burdened by the screaming of the ones such as yourself that fill the nights. They have turned what is holy ground into a tainted murdering sight, a place where innocence is ripped from the souls of many. They have my existence in this world a hell."
"Are you a priest, sir?" Yugi asked curious. He sounded much like a priest.
"Yes, I am."
"You said before you where a nobleman," he pointed out with a slight frown. Apparently that man could lie.
"My deepest apologies," the priest bowed his head, letting the silk-like strands of hair fall over his face, hiding his mahogany eyes behind them. "I did not feel that telling one that I am a priest right off would be the smartest of things. I had never seen you around, and people now days seem to hold grudges against our profession." He lifted his head back up, but his hair remained, covering a single one of his eyes. "I've been rude, I am Father Pegasus J. Crawford," he extended his hand for the other, "a humble servant of the lord in heaven."
The boy gratefully took Pegasus' hand, only for a second before letting go. "I'm Yugi," he introduced himself with a childlike smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He paused for a second, thinking carefully before asking, "Would you teach me of your God, Father?"
"But of course child," He gave a small smile.
~*~*~
The house was in shambles after Bakura's rampage. The paintings had been torn of the walls, the china was smashed and scattered all over the floor. Ryou had stepped on two pieces since that outburst. The only things that seemed to make it out unharmed for the most part had been the bathroom and the bed. Everything else would have to be cleaned, repaired or replaced and there was no way that Bakura would be doing it himself so it left Ryou to the chore.
Vast russet eyes brimmed with tears as the silver haired boy hugged himself. He had yet to leave his spot huddled up in the corner. He feared that if he moved, it would hurt causing some sort of cry of pain that would anger his lover again. So rather then risking another outburst Ryou simply tugged a pillow and blanket off of the bed and slept in the corner.
The withdrawn behavior worried Bakura greatly. He had not even the slightest clue why Ryou was acting the way he was aside from the fact that he had been broken a few days before. It still wasn't like the boy to act so unsociable. He was quiet and sweet but always put his two cents in. He had a way of letting you know he was there without having to say something. At that moment, however, had he not been looking right at the boy he would pass right by him.
He hadn't thought that he 'little' outburst would effect the boy so much. In fact, he didn't believe that was the reason why he recoiled as he did. With a sigh, Bakura approached the boy who laid one the ground, holding himself as if shielding from the cold. Only the silk shirt he had borrowed the day before covered him.
He let his arms slip around him, pulling him close. The soft unclean scent of Ryou filled his sense with a familiar tingling. Words could never express how much it hurt him to see his lover in such a battered state. "Ryou," Bakura whispered the name, letting his hand glide through the unwashed strands of silver hair. It still contained fragments of wood and porcelain.
He placed a chaste kiss on his forehead to show that he meant no harm upon feeling the boy tense beneath him. It pained him to know it was him that his dear Ryou was afraid of, but he would not show it; not at a time when Ryou needed him more then any other. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he breathed out the words, brushing some of the dirt stained strands from russet eyes.
Under normal circumstances he would've never admit anything that he had been. He did love Ryou, he had for months now, but he had never told the boy before. Admitting to the object of your affection that you are more attached then you had let on was a sign of weakness. Bakura was by no means weak. He was not weak that is, unless he was around Ryou. Ryou was his Achilles' heel, the one thing that anyone could use against him. That was why he had never told anyone.
"Ryou," his spoke breathlessly, his voice low and uncharacteristically gentle. The boy in his arms involuntarily shuddered at the tiny tingling jolts of electricity that the way his name was said sent down his spine. "I will protect you from anything and everyone, even if I have to protect you from myself. I wish no harm to ever be brought upon you again."
"Bakura." thick lashes fell over the unfathomable coffee eyes. The arms around Ryou twitched and tensed in the shock of actually hearing him speak aloud once. Even before his near death experience Ryou had always been fonder of speaking inside one's mind then saying the words aloud. The thought that only those who you willed could hear the sounds that came from him made them seem so much more meaningful. "I love you," he declared clearly but none too loudly. He placed a shy kiss on the others cheek before snuggling deep into the embrace that had been offered to him for quite some time.
He did not need to see it to know that Bakura was indeed smiling right then. Bakura never smiled so it was a wonderfully comforting feeling to know that he was at that certain point in time. "I love you too," the soft- spoken return of feelings came from the pale lips but where followed by a sigh in which made Ryou frown.
'What's wrong?' He spoke once again with his mind, much to the dismay of Bakura. He enjoyed hearing the saccharine calm voice of his lover ringing in his ears.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to be leaving soon," He replied. His nose nuzzled the surface of Ryou's face, followed by a series of love filled butterfly kisses along the side of his face.
'Where where you be going?' it was inevitable question that Bakura had seen coming.
"Just to the hideout to plan some things," he sounded none too enthusiastic about going there. Actually he seemed the exact opposite from being excited to go there. He needed to though. He must find out and prepare everything. Everyone who had brought harm upon his dearest Ryou would pay dearly. "I will be as quick as I possibly can," he promised placing a diminutive kiss on his lover's lips.
As he drew away two petite hands on the side of his face pulled him back, drawing him to less subtle kiss. Bakura let one of his own hands fall and rest on the small of Ryou's back, returning the kiss lovingly. Unfortunately they couldn't stay like that as long as both would wish. Bakura drew back, a smile barely visible on his lips.
"Hurry back," Ryou whispered letting his hands drop to his side.
"I will," Bakura, replied withdrawing himself. He retreated from the apartment, letting his own near black-brown eyes lock with the russet ones he's grown to love. It was only when he closed the door that he broke away.
Ryou shivered at the long lasting feeling of Bakura's arms around him fading away. He frowned again before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Now would be a good time to take a bath before he cleaned the house.
~*~*~
Oh dear. I only got two of the four scenes originally planned. *sigh* This story was meant to be only eight to ten chapters but now it's leaning more towards fifteen to twenty. I hope everyone is up for it.
I'm sorry for the greatly uneventful chapter. I know I should be writing "Without End", but since there wasn't much to this one I decided to get it out of the way before hand. Not to mention the extreme lack of writers block on that particular story.
I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! You have Malik and Yami to look forward to in the next chapter if everything goes as planned! Reviews are good for the authors so please drop me a note and leave your comments, suggestions, criticisms or just random messages!