Hellraisers

Hellraisers

Okay, the usual- I don't own Yu-gi-oh, and I'm not making any money writing this. Uh...what else... Well, if you see any remaining screw ups, please let me know. Since Aff's database corruption, I have been in editing hell. That really sucked! *throws rotten meat at database* So anyway...getting on with things now: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present? *snicker* Happy reading, crue! Let's raise some hell now! Yeah!

Chapter 1- Hells Angels

            Bakura followed Ryou down the wide stairs that lead into the basement of the church. He
fumbled with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, wishing he could light one up to calm his
nerves.

“I can’t believe you’ve dragged me into this sacrilegious dump!” Bakura growled into Ryou's
ear.

Ryou covered his mouth to try to keep himself from laughing. He knew Bakura would rather cut
his arm off than go near a church, but Malik and Yugi somehow convinced their yami’s to go, so
it was only expected that Bakura be there too. Anzu’s idea, she said it would be good for
everybody to go and none of the hikari’s wanted to argue with her- the friendship and morality
speeches took too long.

“Marik and Yami have to go too, so just try to grin and bare it, please? It’s not like this is a
service, it’s just youth group, and it’s only for the summer.”

Bakura glared at the carpeting under their feet. “Well don’t expect any miracles. Making me go
to this place of myths and fairy tales isn’t going to change what I believe.”

Ryou’s giggle accidently escaped as they stepped into the youth group room a couple minutes
late. Everybody was already seated and listening to a man about 30 years old talk. There were
two open chairs next to Malik and Marik, so Ryou and Bakura gravitated their way. The man
talking up front continued with the announcements;

“and we’ll be helping out with the decorations for the missions banquet after the service on
Sunday........”

Bakura could already tell this wasn’t going to be easy. The way the mans voice just droned on
and on was almost enough to make him snap. He glanced over at Marik and grinned when he
saw that the spiky haired Egyptian was holding the flame of his white BIC lighter under Yami’s
butt and burning the loose thread off the former pharaoh’s jeans. Bakura started to chuckle, but
Ryou quickly brought his laughter to a halt with a quick jab to the former tomb robber’s ribs.

“Fucker” Bakura snarled under his breath, loud enough for only Ryou to hear. Ryou held his
finger up to his lips and glared.

Bakura rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he sunk back in his seat with his legs spread
apart, casually picking the loose threads from the hole in the knee of his jeans. Yugi, Yami, Jou,
Anzu, Honda, Shizuka, and even Mokuba Kaiba were sitting amongst the large crowd of young
people. It was just weird.

He stared at the pattern on the carpet as the man infront babbled on and on......

Bakura felt like taking a nap. Nothing useful was coming out of this man’s mouth. Help here,
help there, lend a hand over there......Bakura just wasn’t into it.

Bakura was just about asleep when he felt something hit him on the forehead and fall into his
lap.

He quickly snapped his eyes in the direction the folded piece of paper came from. Marik was
looking at him expectantly.

Bakura opened the neatly folded note that Marik had thrown at him. It was written on the back
of a flyer for Spencer Lake Bible camp.

‘Meet me in the bathroom 5 minutes’ was scribbled very poorly onto the blue paper.

Bakura nodded his head.

He watched Marik whisper something in Malik’s ear and than get up and leave. Bakura waited a
couple minutes before doing the same.

Bakura walked into the closest men’s bathroom and found Marik pretending to use the facilities.

“I’m glad it’s you, I thought Malik might have caught on” Marik grinned as he pulled a flask out
of his black leather jacket.

“Nice shirt” he grinned at Bakura, who’s black t-shirt had “Here today, Gone to Hell” written in
bloody looking letters over a cracked skull.

Bakura’s eyes lit up like fireworks. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all! Marik always
knew how to make a crappy night a little easier to deal with.

“I know” Bakura winked back.

Marik took a drink of the clear liquid and handed the flask to Bakura.

“This place fucking sucks” the Egyptian grumbled.

Bakura took a big gulp of the liquid, which he could tell by the smell was vodka, and nodded his
head.

“You fucking said it. I can’t believe the things we do for our pathetic hikari’s.”

Bakura took another quick drink and handed the flask back to Marik.

They both heard footsteps nearing the bathroom door, so they turned around quickly and
pretended to be taking a leak.

“Ra-damned brainwashing bastards......” Yami grumbled in a low, angry voice as the door swung
shut behind him.

“Pharaoh?” Marik mused as he tried to inconspicuously screw the cap back on the flask.

Yami stalked over to the sink and turned on the taps.

“I can’t believe the lies they tell here.” Yami groaned as he splashed his face with cold water.

Bakura snorted coldly as he shoved his hand in his pants pockets.

“I thought you’d love it here- all these goody-goody’s under one roof.”

Yami glanced over his shoulder at the former thief and narrowed his eyes.

“I must admit Bakura, I’m surprised that their so called god hasn’t struck you with one of his
lightning bolts.”

“Fuck you and you’re little attitude” Bakura hissed in response.

Marik unscrewed the cap of the flask of vodka and guzzled the rest of it down.

“Look, we’re all in this together, so I suggest we try to get along for the time being” he growled.

Bakura crossed his arms and grunted.

“I suppose your right”

Yami dried his face with a paper towel and nodded sharply.

“So how do you suggest we get through this without sending them all to the Shadow Realm?”

Marik replaced the cap on his flask and put the empty container in his pocket.

“I haven’t thought of that yet, but I’m sure we can think of something.”

“Go figure” Yami groaned as he walked out the door.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“I still hate that little bastard”

Marik nodded his head.

“I know, but he’s in the same boat as us this time. Imagine how he feels, he’s the creator god and
he’s in a place where they’re trying to convince everybody he’s not.”

Bakura started to snicker as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“That’s good for that little pompous runt”

Marik pulled a piece of gum out his jacket pocket and broke it in half.

“Here, chew this, they won’t smell the alcohol on our breath.”

Bakura took the gum and popped it in his mouth.

“You mean we have to go back in there?”

Marik nodded his head slowly.

“I’m afraid so, c’mon, I’ll walk in with you”

Bakura reluctantly followed Marik out of bat bathroom and back into the meeting. The man had
finished talking and the group was now watching a video about satanic messages in rock music.
Marik and Bakura returned to their seats, greeted by nasty looks from their hikari’s.

“What took you so long?” Ryou ask in a hushed voice.

A snakey grin spread across Bakura’s face.

“I had to do my business, need proof?”

Ryou made a sour face and looked back at movimovie playing on the television. Bakura smirked
victoriously and pulled a little knife out of his pocket. He discretely started carving a pentagram
into his metal fold up chair.

             After the movie, the man who had bored Bakura to the brink of tears returned to the front
of the group.

“Now we have a special treat for you all! We’re going to walk over to the old age home and sing
for the elderly! Won’t that just be totally keen?” The man exclaimed.

Yami looked back at Bakura and rolled his eyes. Bakura nodded back, he knew exactly what
Yami was thinking.

The group got up and started heading for the door. Anzu was the first out the door as usual.

“This is going to be great!” She squeaked excitedly as she ran up the stairs.

Bakura and Marik exchanged sickened glances as they walked behind the group.

The man who was leading the meeting walked up behind the two and put his hands on their
shoulders.

“Ready to spread some joy?” he ask with a big grin.

Bakura made a sour face, as did Marik.

“Get your hands off me or I’ll put a spell on you” Bakura snarled evilly as he jerked his arm
away.

“And than I’ll banish your mind to the Shadow Realm!” Marik growled.

Ryou, noticing his yami wasn’t behind him, rushed to Bakura’s side and started pulling him
away. Malik saw Ryou take off, than noticed Marik wasn’t behind him, and duplicated Ryou’s
reaction.

“My uh.....brother just, um.....got out of prison. He’s been in since, um.....he hasn’t been around
the general population” Ryou lied as heled led Bakura away, scolding the yami with his eyes.

“Uh...same here” Malik nodded as he whisked Marik away.

“This isn’t easy for any of us, okay? Just settle down now,” Ryou growled under his breath as
they followed the group out, “Please?”

Bakura crossed his arms and grunted.

“You are in for the beating of your life tonight”

Yami overheard Bakura’s threat and jabbed the former thief in the ribs with his elbow.

“You’ll do no such thing..unless you’re looking to get mind crushed”

Bakura narrowed his eyes.

“Just go fuck yourself” he glared.

Yami gave Bakura the “I’m not kidding” look and ran his fingers over the Millennium Puzzle,
indicating to Bakura he was serious.

Bakura stuffed his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever”

            The large group of young people, ranging in age 13 to mid twenties in age, walked down
the sidewalk towards the nearby old age home. Bakura swore he smelled cigarette smoke, but
thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Seconds later he felt a tap-tap on his shoulder. Bakura turned his head and saw Marik walking
close behind him. The Egyptian glanced down at his hand and than back at Bakura. Bakura
looked down at Marik’s hand and realized he was passing him a half smoked cigarette.

“You’re the best” Bakura smirked as he discretely took a long, satisfying drag.

“I know, you can thank me later” Marik winked.

Bakura turned his head away for a minute and grinned. He secretly had a little crush on Marik,
but didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell anyone, not even Ryou. Marik was just his friend,
nothing more, and that’s how it needed to stay.

 The two yami’s lagged behind the group passing the cigarette back and forth as they walked to
the old age home. The weren’t in any hurry to go sing songs to old people.

            After only five minutes into the singing, Bakura had enough. He quietly slipped outside
to get away. The first thing he did was light up a cigarette. Smoking was a habit he picked up
from Marik after Ryou and Malik started hanging around each other more. He didn’t care if
people thought it was gross, it helped him to calm his nerves. Marik had quit, but he didn't care.

As he walked around the brick building, Bakura heard voices around the corner- male voices.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Bakura leaned back against the wall and crept quietly
closer to see who it was.

He was relieved when he heard Marik’s voice.

“I’m so glad to be out of there. I’d rather have lose an arm than sing that ‘Amazing Grace’
again.”

“You can say that again” Yami sighed.

Bakura was about to say hi to them, but as he turned the corner of the building, he found Marik
pulling Yami into a smoldering kiss.

Bakura quickly pulled back out of sight. That WASN’T what he was expecting to see. His heart
dropped a little after seeing his chances with Marik were slim to none.

“Gods Yami, I wanna fuck you so badly” Marik moaned.

Yami just giggled in reply.

Bakura swallowed hard, than took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot; Could you and Yugi give Malik and I a ride back home after this
stupid meeting? Isis dropped us off, but said we’d have to have the church van bring us back-
and there’s NO WAY I’m riding back with those heretic bible thumpers!”

“That’s fine, I’m sure we can squeeze the two of you in” Yami purred in Marik’s ear, nipping at
the Egyptian’s earring playfully.

Marik started to laugh.

“You are such a little tease Yami, I wish you’d let me fuck you.”

“You know my rules” Yami replied.

Marik let out a long sigh.

“I know, no sex until marriage, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give me a little head every now
and than.”

Yami pushed Marik’s hair behind his ears and started licking his neck.

“Oh Marik, cut it out, yes it does. Now quit griping and kiss me.”

Bakura sucked down the last drag of cigarette and tossed the tar stained filter to the side.

//I’d let you fuck me// he thought to himself as he walked back to the door he’d snuck out of.

He didn’t want to go back inside, but he didn’t want to stay outside after seeing what he saw
either. At least inside he could scare old people by making his eyes glow, or make his hair spike
up into horns during “Holy, Holy, Holy.” That would definitely make the night a little more
enjoyable.

“Osiris will be busy tonight!” he laughed as he walked back inside.

He sided up to Ryou wearing a cheshire grin.

“Where were you?” Ryou whispered into Bakura’s ear.

A snakey grin spread across Bakura’s face.

“I had to do my business, need proof?”

Ryou made a sour face and looked away.

            After returning to the youth group room back at the church, the youth pastor made a final
announcement before he dismissed the group.

“This Saturday is our annual trip to the Wet Wilderness Water Park. The van will be leaving
from here at the church at 7am sharp! Don’t forget to bring your own towels, sunscreen, and
some money for food and whatever else you may want. If you still need to sign up, see me or my
wife after the meeting.”

A chorus of excited talking erupted. Ryou turned to Bakura with a big grin plastered on his face.

“We have to go! Wet Wilderness is the biggest waterpark within a 500 mile radius!”

Bakura reluctantly nodded his head.

“Fine, we can go.....but you’ll owe me bigtime! Got that?”

Ryou threw his arms around Bakura and squealed excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he said quickly.

Bakura rolled his eyes as he peeled his gushing hikari off of him.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m beginning to feel queezy.”

“After I sign us up! Wait right here!” Ryou instructed his yami.

“Oh for fucks’ sake,” Bakura groaned as Ryou bolted away.

“Hey sexy” Marik grinned as he approached Bakura from the left.

Bakura rolled his eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Pfffft, whatever” he responded sarcastically.

Marik ran his fingers through Bakura’s hair and grinned.

“You’ve got really nice hair” he purred in a seductive tone. He sunk his nose into Bakura’s long,
spiky white hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmm, your hair smells good too, what do you use?”

Bakura could feel his face grow hot and his knees got weak. Marik could be quite the charmer
sometimes. Bakura recalled what he’d seen behind the old age home and shook his head.

“Toilet water, now get the fuck off of me. Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Marik started to laugh as he pulled away. Yami joined them seconds later looking aggravated.

“We’ll have to wait a bit before we leave, Yugi’s signing us up for that stupid waterpark trip.”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Ryou’s making me go too, tell me Yami, why can’t I beat the little bastard again?”

Marik playfully punched Bakura in the arm.

“You need to lighten up, at least your hikari lets you smoke in the house. Mine has a sister who’s
just a big psychotic nag.”

“I don’t know, I think you’re sister is kind of cute” Yami snickered.

Bakura made a sour face and turned to leave.

“That’s just...ewe.....more than I really needed to hear. Excuse me, I need to go puke. Do me a
favor, tell Ryou I’m walking home.

            Halfway back to their apartment, Bakura heard a car pull up next to him. Assuming it
was somebody thinking of mugging him, Bakura pulled out his pocket knife and prepared for a
fight.

“Hey yami, hop on in! We’re taking a ride out to the country in Yugi’s grandfather’s car!” Ryou
shouted.

“Yeah, get your ass in here!” Marik chimed in, banging his hand on the outside of the car door.

Bakura turned around and found his hikari hanging half out the front window waving him over.

“There’s room back here with us.” Marik grinned as he opened the back door.

Bakura made a sour face as he slid in next to Marik. Yami, who was sitting on Marik’s other
side, had his shirt off and the zipper of his jeans left wide open. Marik had a fresh

bright red love bite on the side of his neck. It made Bakura want to throw up.

Ryou turned to his yami with a big grin. He handed Bakura an empty glass bottle.

“You’ll be needing this” he snickered.

Bakura looked at the bottle curiously. It wasn’t big enough to throw up in, so what could Ryou
have meant?

“Where in the hell did you get a bowling ball!” Malik exclaimed as he looked on the floor by
Ryou’s feet.

Yugi started to giggle.

“It’s my grandfather’s”

Bakura sat as close to the door as possible. Marik and Yami were all over each other, and what
they were doing was just shy of actual sex. Both of them were moaning and making very
disgusting slurping noises. Bakura opened his window and stuck his head out.

“Can I smoke in here?” he ask Yugi.

“Sure, as long as you ash out the window”

Bakura reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and tried blocking out the scene next to
him.

They drove out into the country, where houses were few and far between. The road was dark,
and little furry woodland creatures repeatedly ran out infront of the car.

“I really need to use the bathroom, can we pull over?”Ryou ask politely.

“No!” Malik chuckled, “I got a better idea!”

Yugi had turned up the radio, so Bakura couldn’t hear what Malik whispered to Ryou. All he
could make out was the two hikari’s shifted around and giggling.

Ryou looked back at Bakura with a big grin.

“I’d close my window if I was you”

Bakura made a face.

“Why?”

Ryou held up a glass juice bottle like the one he’d handed Bakura earlier, but Ryou’s was filled
with some kind of liquid.

Bakura could only guess what the liquid was. He quickly closed his window.

Ryou opened his window and patted Malik’s shoulder.

Malik look at Yugi.

“Hey, drive a little slower past that mailbox.” he instructed their tri-haired driver.

As they passed the mailbox, Ryou chucked the bottle out the window. It hit the mailbox and
shattered into tiny pieces.

“Ace in the hole!” Ryou cheered as he high-fived Malik.

“Nice shot” Bakura snickered as he unzipped his jeans. “Now i'ts my turn!”

            After driving around causing trouble for an hour, Yugi announced they had to get home.
Grandpa gave him an 11' o’clock curfew. Bakura and Ryou were the first to get dropped off,
their apartment was the closest. On their way up, Ryou seemed to be glowing with happiness.

“What the hell has you so Ra-damned happy?” Bakura grunted as he fumbled for their house
keys.

“You’re not going to believe this!” Ryou blushed.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Try me” he groaned as he opened the door.

“Malik as me out! Can you believe it?”

Bakura bit his lip. This couldn’t be happening, could it? Bakura felt a lump growing in the back
of his throat.

“That’s great” he managed to squeak out without sounding like it bothered him.

“He’s coming over tomorrow night, I can’t wait!” Ryou exclaimed as he flopped onto the sofa.

“That’s just dandy” Bakura mused to himself as he stripped off his shirt and headed into the
bathroom for a cold shower. “Just fucking dandy” he sighed as he closed the door.