Time to respond to all my super lovely reviewers!
the-caffeine-junkiie-reviewer – I'm glad you liked that last chapter, I always get a bit scared I'm moving things a bit too fast, especially with this chapter, hope you like it just as much. Thank you for reviewing and calling my story sinfully good, I like how that sounds, lol.
Affy-Bakura – I am quite cruel to my favorite characters, Ryou in particular.
Darth Mudkip – I'm glad you like my writing, in this story and my other, for the life of me I can't remember how I came up with this, but I'm glad you like it, too. Sorry it took so long to update L.
RococoSpade – Surprisingly I just got into supernatural stuff, but out of it all I love demons the most and putting them in a place that is supposed to be safe and sacred is a bit chilling, lol, I'm glad I can make the experience better for you. I have yet to read Loveless, but it is in my much-too-long list, I try to keep Bakura in character though with a little tweaking… As little as I can muster. I think I do better with Ryou, because even the teenage Ryou is still so sweet and innocent, just revert back a few years. I'm glad you like it.
kyoxairi – I'm glad you liked and am sorry it took so long to update.
krazychik410 – This chapter was a bit tricky so I'm sorry it took so long, I'm glad you like the story so far.
Xenon Z – Sorry took so long, I really should have tried to get it out sooner, but I'm glad that you think it's awesome.
Shamrokk – Your review was sweet, simple, and to the point, lol, I like it. Glad you are enjoying the story.
Shadow fairy princess – It would be a big spoiler if I told you what Bakura wanted with Ryou, so sadly you will have to wait. Sorry it took so long to update.
So many wonderful people reviewing, it makes me very happy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, the characters, or anything else pertaining the anime, nor do I get paid for writing this, it is only for fun.
Demon in the Chapel
Chapter Four
The chapel looms before the child almost threateningly, he stares at it as if it's the enemy as he grips the cross around the neck, the "pulse" that was once morbidly terrorizing has grown into a comfort.
He has only spent three days with the necklace in his possession but he has learned much, such as that the person still inside can still see and react, react so strongly that when he is sad Ryou can also feel his sorrow, when Marik is bored the child is dulled, and the small glimpses that the other finds something funny, the little boy laughs (though he really didn't understand a lot of the other's humor). They have made an odd connection.
Ryou shuffles forward with a small push from his father, the man finished with socializing with the elderly lady in red.
The house of God is filled with whispers, gossip going around about what had happened with the Ishtar boy's at bible school just a few days ago, of course there is no appearance from the Ishtars.
Father and son shuffle through the crowd to get to their seats, the seats he once shared with his mother and sister, but now only his father who was never present before.
Ryou is anxious but the demon has yet to show himself, the people about settle down and the priest starts his lesson, still there is no Bakura. At first it is something that makes Ryou nervous, afraid that this could only bring bad news, but as time passes so does his fear and soon he is listening to the sermon peacefully.
The child's heart flutters in fear that isn't his, it hitting him so sudden it makes it hard to breathe. That emotion twists inside him growing and changing, not only has his body started trembling from the unbearable dread, but the need to flee grows as if he had no control he gets up and runs.
"S-sorry!" Ryou apologizes for the millionth time as he trips over people's feet in his haste to escape, the feelings growing stronger, crushing his heart and sending the child into a panic, he's not used to such strong emotions.
He stops dead at the end of the pew, looking up with large eyes at the demon that stands there; he hadn't noticed him till now, the emotions double, foreign feelings invading him and making his chest burn. It's so bad he feels physically ill, his head pounds and stomach flips, he wants to fall instead he is again running. There is no set location but he ends up in the bathroom, slamming the door and turning around before sinking down to his rear leaning against it.
The child is afraid that he has been followed, but moments pass and no one comes in, not even Bakura. A small hand grasps at gold, for the first time he notices that the fluctuating is a heartbeat, Marik's going just as fast as his own. It calms under his touch though and he finds himself doing the same, those foreign emotions leaving him like water draining from a tub.
What were those feelings, Marik? The question doesn't leave his lips but he has a feeling that the other heard it anyways, why did it hurt?
There is no answer to his question, just a calm that comes over him.
He is so in his little world that he jolts when a toilet flushes, he had not checked to see if he was alone. Brown eyes look on nervously as the stall opens, silver and red is what is revealed.
Amber eyes rolls over the still slightly trembling child at the door, before the man walks over to wash his hands. The room is completely silent until the gentleman is finished and dries his hands, before stepping towards the little one blocking the door.
"You look frightened, child," the smooth voice echoes slightly in the room, the panic that had just receded had hit him again full force, this time his own, because the man's voice seems worried but those eyes are predatory. Ryou backs up more firmly against the wall when the other kneels before him, the other chuckles at the adorable display, "I won't hurt you."
He is not supposed to be alone with this man. Maximillion Pegasus is to be treated with the utmost respect, he gave a lot of money to the church, but even he isn't an exception to the rumors; dark gossip telling the horrors of the rich man's secret interest in children.
"What could have gotten you so worked up?" Ryou's lips won't work, nothing in fact will work, he sits there frozen. "It's ok, you can tell me," a small gasp rushes past the boy's pale lips when a hand goes up to pet his tufted up hair, a smile fitting on the lips of the man before him.
A shiver goes up his spine, the feeling of ice sinking into his body, through it, the feeling so strong it makes him groan and curl into himself, his eyes squeezed shut, even though it only lasted a second. He opens his eyes only to be blinded by a bright light, though he doesn't dare close his eyes again, because his eyes are locked on the ethereal creature that creates that light...
With hair of gold silk, eyes like sapphire, face that would put any top model to shape, and large wings the most untainted white, Ryou knows that it is an angel before him. Bakura who stands before and a little to the side of him doesn't look half as amused, instead his tale flickers aggrievedly .
It seems those very few moments that the child closed his eyes that he had missed quite a lot, the angel seeming to protect Pegasus as Bakura protects him.
It is such an odd sight for a child to see the pure creature protect the millionaire, isn't the man evil? But then again it is the demon that came to protect him and he doesn't know what could warrant him being in this situation.
The room is much too quiet, so much tension in the air it's hard to breath, and as much as Ryou would like to run again he is frozen. The situation one that calls for complete stillness and he is an obedient child, even to unspoken commands. Nothing lasts forever though, especially something like this.
"I feel you are weak demon and on another day I would have your head, but we are on neutral grounds," sweet words speak poison, blue eyes dimmed into a glare on Bakura.
"You angels hide behind that excuse, even in this state I could easily kill you," the demon growls back, "but I don't feel like it right now, just keep that filth away from Ryou."
Before the angel can retaliate Bakura is out of the room, Ryou dragged along behind him by his upper arm, they don't go back to the sermon though, the child is dragged deeper into the church.
Finally far enough from prying ears the boy is pushed into a room and before the demon , those piercing red eyes trail along his body as if looking for harm, the whitenette is frozen under that gaze, the gold pendant feels like it's burning into his flesh those foreign emotions again swirling in his gut, but he holds it in, stays perfectly still. The man glares at that necklace as if he knows that it is causing a ruckus.
When a hand reaches for Marik the child quickly flinches away and grabs the cross in his own protective hold.
"It was a mistake giving you that necklace, give it back," Bakura commands, hand held out expectantly. Ryou can't find words so he simply shakes his head, stepping further away from the beast. "He'll drive you mad," the demon warns, "you're mind and body can't handle the added strain."
"I-I can," Ryou presses, his voice though shaky is determined.
"You'll become his puppet," Bakura continues, as always his voice is smooth as silk," you are already taken his orders, running when he tells you to."
"N-no," the child doesn't sound as sure now, he had run when he was told, "I-I w-won't."
"You are weak, he'll take you over completely." Bakura steps towards the child, those emotions flare within the little one again, so strongly it feels as if his knees will buckle, but he takes a step away from the demon. "It hurts doesn't it? Having all his emotions forced into you?"
"No!" Yes! It hurts so unbearably, his heart is going to explode there is so much pressure and as much as he wants to hide it he can feel the pinpricks behind his eyes that warns him tears are to follow. "L-leave us a-alone!"
Ryou runs but there is nowhere to go, every exit is simply blocked by the demon's form.
"I-I won't!" the child screams uncharacteristically, "I won't let you h-have, Marik!"
There is a swelling in his chest the complete opposite from the other churning emotions invading his heart, one that he still doesn't recognize but brings him a little reprieve. That little moment of clearance is greeted with pain, this one physical, and he finds himself on the ground, cupping his sore cheek with a metallic taste on his tongue.
"Stupid brat," The demon looms over him with a snarl on his face, looking as if all he wanted to do was beat the child till he couldn't anymore. "You will regret your stubbornness."
The demon is then gone, he did not walk away, but disappeared in thin air.
Hmmm… this is moving a bit quicker than anticipated… I didn't want to thicken the plot this much this soon, but my original work got erased when my computer got sent in to be fixed, I am just trying to stick with original plotline, though my pace is off. Not much I can do, I am a puppet to my writing, I obey it more than it obeys me, lol.