Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Dragon's Call ❯ God Works In Mysterious Ways ( Chapter 1 )

Title: A Dragon's Call

Author: Mary Ann - suboshi_yui@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17 for violence and sexual situations.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Watase Yuu. Any original characters belong to me so don't touch! This story was inspired by various Stephen King stories and I bow down to the master of horror!!!

Warnings: Angst, NCS, death, child abuse, twincest, violence and horror. There will be some spoilers for the whole series and the first OVA. The second will be ignored for the continuity of this story. This is a reincarnation/AU fic. No flaming please!!!

Pairing: AmixSu; TamaxMia, NakxSoi…various others as the story progresses.

Summary: The Seiryuu Twins have been reincarnated. But their lives are not as sweet as it seems. A mad parent drives them to desperate measures. Will they survive? Or will one of them have to pay the ultimate price?

Chapter One : God Works in Mysterious Ways

A fierce rainstorm marked the day. A sea of umbrellas could be seen in the small cemetery. A lone casket sat on the dirt, awaiting burial. It was of mahogany wood, golden accents decorating the edges. It would have gleamed in the sunlight. Now, it was foreboding and gloomy.

Various family headstones decorated the landscape, many looming over the gathered crowd. A small distance away, a pair of statues rested. They were a pair of angels, their wings spread as if in preparation of flight. The marble gleamed in the rain; the figures were locked in a passionate embrace. Naked, the statures were obviously male.

Next to the distraught widow, two small boys stood soberly in their black clothing. They were no older than six years. Their blonde hair was matted to their skulls, their bodies shivering in the cold and the rain. The youngest, Joshua, shivered next to his twin. His eyes were wide with fright. His deep indigo eyes shifted from the casket, to his mother, then to his brother. Not really understanding what was going on, he looked to the two people he trusted the most.

Unfortunately, neither were much help to the small boy. The widow, Rachel Thomas, was completely grief-stricken. If not for the support of the ushers behind her, she would surely have collapsed. To all on the outside, Rachel was beyond consolation. To her sons, however, she was merely in a rage.

Rachel Thomas was unstable. Gradually, through the years, her mind had grown to become quite unbalanced. As a child, Rachel had been severely abused. Her only solace at the time had been God. Now God was a crutch for her. She could do nothing without consulting her bible.

Such devotion to an age-old religion had gradually twisted, becoming an obsession. If it was not mentioned, described or referred to in the Holy Book, it did not exist for Rachel. Aircraft and automobiles were abominations of man.

The minister bowed his head, water dripping down the side of his umbrella as he spoke. "We are here to pay homage to Zachariah Thomas…"

Rain dripped down the sides of the mahogany coffin. The twin boys watched, fascinated, as the water seemed to make little patterns. The elder of the two watched, shaking in fright. A long tailed dragon appeared in one of the patterns, staring at him with red eyes.

The boy shook his head, turning once again to the minister.

"…And now please bow your heads during the Lord's Prayer."

Everyone did as requested, as the traditional words fell from the man's lips. "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…"

The clouds darkened even further and thunder roared.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters…"

The crack of thunder and the flash of lightening pierced the silence of the cemetery.

"He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake…"

Rachel bore a serene smile, a trace of madness in her eyes.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: for though art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…"

Wind picked up, scattering deadfall and decomposed leaves around the gatherers.

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over…"

An ecstatic shudder passed through Rachel, her eyes wide and glorying in the fierce storm that was coming.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."

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Nine years later…

Silence reigned in the small room in the large brick house. The entire house, in fact, was silent. It was an oppressive silence, fear and despair feeding it. In a small room, two boys sat quietly on their bed. They were no older than fifteen years old, young and sweet.

They were twins, identical. Brothers and best friends. The eldest, Jonathan, sat next to his younger brother. He gazed at his twin with deep concern and love. They were alone, for the moment. Tentatively, Jonathan reached out a hand to touch the massive bruise spreading over his brother's cheek.

The younger, Joshua, flinched from his brother's touch. Jonathan quickly took his hand away. Giving his brother a soft smile, Jonathan stood and slipped out of the room. Creeping down the dark corridor, he stopped to listen. He pressed his body against the wall as he listened intently. Leaning over, he looked into the living room.

The room was large with a big bay window at the front. It would have given a beautiful view of the neighborhood if the drapes were ever drawn back. The room had a reddish-black feel to it. The sofa and chair in front of the fireplace were swathed in black material. The brick fireplace held a fire that should have been cheery, but was foreboding. Dark grey carpet covered the room. Crucifixes of every shape and size littered the walls. Various sized bibles lie on the table.

In the corner, a large organ sat prominently against a wall. A tall, black-haired woman sat before the instrument, her fingers running over the keys quickly. Her eyes were closed as her head moved from side to side with the music.

Jonathan turned back, shuddering. She was in one of her moods again. The loud hymns coming from the organ set his teeth on edge. He hated it when she got like this. He quickly bypassed the living room and headed for the kitchen.

Once there, he took a towel and filled it with chunks of ice from the freezer. Finished, he made his way back to his room. But just as he came to the living room door, he stopped. The organ had stopped. He swallowed fearfully.

"Jonathan. Come here."

He almost jumped at the sound of the voice. Soft, but cold. "Yes Mother." He hid the towel behind his back and entered.

Rachel Thomas sat in the rocking chair in the middle of the room near the fireplace. Her black gown brushed the floor as she rocked back and forth. She beckoned and Jonathan lowered his head and strode quickly towards her. He knelt at her side, his head down. "You wished to see me, Mother?"

Rachel smiled and he cringed inwardly. He knew what that smile meant.

Her hand caressed his hair as she spoke. "You're such a good boy, Jonny. Not like that ungrateful little bastard. The Lord will punish him, in due time." Her hand gripped his hair hard and he fought to suppress a grimace of pain. "But you're a good boy, Zachariah."

His eyes widened and he shook his head. He knew what she wanted when she used his middle name. "Mother, please…no…"

Her grip tightened and he couldn't withhold a gasp of pain. Rachel stood, pulling Jonathan up with her. Without a word, she led him to a side room. He didn't struggle, merely followed. It would do no good to struggle. She would get what she wanted in the end.

The room was large, decorated all in black. The curtains, carpet, walls, everything. A King-sized bed draped all in black satin was the prominent feature of the room. Black sheer curtains surrounded the four-poster.

Rachel parted the curtains and pushed Jonathan onto the bed. He squirmed, terrified. "Mother…no…please!!!"

But she was deaf to his cries. In her crazed hallucinations, she was with her husband, not her son. "Zachariah…" Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the shirt and jeans on the frightened teenager. Before he could protest any further, her mouth took his in a painful kiss. Her hand slipped underneath his boxers, nearly ripping them off.

A thumb brushed over the tip of his member and he cried out. Her tongue took that opportunity to slide inside. Fingernails brushed over his chest as her hand wrapped around his growing erection. He moaned, tears in his eyes. Despite how many times she had done this, he still fought to suppress the urges of his body. Not for the first time did he think that if he didn't react, she'd stop…

But he did react, his young body unaccustomed to such sensations. It didn't care who gave it, it just wanted more. Unconsciously, his hips thrust forward into her hand. Smiling through the kiss, she moved her hand harder, faster. He broke away from her mouth, moaning and thrashing under her.

She shifted her hips to straddle his. Pulling her gown up, she seated herself fully upon him. He screamed, thrashing harder in his attempt to get away. Resting her hands on his chest, she moved, shifting herself until he was fully inside her. A low, husky moan escaped her lips. Her hips began to move, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he filled her completely.

Jonathan continued to struggle against her. He didn't want this. He didn't want her. Tears fell from his eyes and he gasped. Her muscles were tightening around him; she was close. Wanting it to end as quickly as possible, he closed his eyes and thrust forward.

She screamed, coming long and hard. Falling onto his chest, she sighed and fell into a deep coma-like sleep almost immediately.

Grunting from the added weight, Jonathan shifted, pushing her off him. He shuddered uncontrollably as he left the bedroom, grabbing his clothes along the way. He dressed in the living room and knelt before the small altar in the corner. He crossed himself, tears still falling down his face. He felt…unclean every time she did this.

Gazing at the plaque on the wall, he glared at the fifth verse:

Honour thy father and they mother: that thy days may belong upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

'Is this what you meant Lord? By honoring my mother? To have her use me as a…a whore?' Shuddering again, Jonathan once again crossed himself and stood. He retrieved the towel and ice from the floor where he had dropped it. Bundling it up once more, he returned to his room.

Joshua looked up fearfully when the door opened. He bit his lip, seeing his brother's rumpled appearance. He knew what had happened. Their mother never used him in that way. Only Jonathan. But she seemed to take a delight in beating him senseless. He was a regular at the local clinic.

Giving his brother a wane smile, Jonathan closed the door behind him. Sitting next to his twin, he gently placed the towel-covered ice on his brother's cheek.

Joshua flinched, but quieted almost immediately. Tears filled his eyes as he gazed at his brother. "Why? Why does she do this to us?!" His gaze lowered, as if this was question that had been asked many times.

It had been. Seemingly hundreds of times both had asked this very same question. Neither ever had an answer.

Jonathan shrugged. "It's all right, Josh. It doesn't matter. As long as she stays away from you…"

"No! What she's doing is wrong! I…I hate her!!!" Joshua choked back a sob, his eyes filling with tears.

"Hush." Jonathan brushed the tears from his brother's face gently. "Hush, little brother. I know it's hard. Especially since…father left."

Zachariah Thomas had left his wife nine years ago. So overcome with grief, she had staged his funeral, telling everyone he had died suddenly. No one questioned her, as she was a right and pious woman. The body that laid in the coffin in the cemetery was not their father. It was some nameless vagabond that had died in the cold of the night, freezing to death. Rachel had doctored him up, making him resemble her husband.

"She's crazy, isn't she?" Joshua whispered, his eyes closing at his brother's gentle touch.

"We mustn't speak so of our mother, Joshua." Jonathan chastised his twin, though deep down he knew his brother's words were true. Their mother was insane. And getting worse every day. He feared what she would do next.

"Sorry, brother. I…didn't mean to speak so of our mother." Joshua sighed, his hands wringing the sheets underneath him.

"It's all right, Josh. Don't worry about it." Jonathan smiled, taking his brother's hand from the sheets. "Come on. She'll be asleep for a while. Let's get out of here. We can go get some ice cream."

The elder twin smiled, watching his twin nod eagerly. He was still a bit child-like, which had caused a great deal of problems for his brother at school. Both twins retrieved their coats and climbed out of their bedroom window, heading for town.