Pointless
Chapter one; Right and wrong
Most people live there lives like a bad manga, as a preset character...
There's the main character, a boy, usually. Short and self conscious about it with a great amount of natural skill...
His closest boyfriends, a rough and tumble guy- it's always the same kind of person, annoying, with the same bad jokes and false bravado that becomes something real when he starts getting friends, how pathetic... His other boyfriend, the key 'normal one' usually, with half a personality, no real skill but real
courage though usually misplaced that the main character knows this one through the first...
His 'girlfriend' , a cute taller and/or older girl he's known and loved forever but has always been to afraid to admit his true feelings to. She is second only to him in intelligence and sometimes skill, she has unique talents that make her some what useful... She is supposed to be strong, but ends up as the damsel in distress often needing to be saved by either the main character or... the other hero.
Ah, yes, the darker hero, mysterious and strong, cool and distant, hardly as affectionate as the main character but tougher. And that makes him sexy, right? He is beautiful, and the girl always falls for him, even though she shouldn't for whatever the reason... Even if it is only because the main character wants
her.
And then there are the villains and their victims, some times blending- the victims forgiven, the villains vanquished, the dark hero leaves, the little boy gets his girl and all is well, right? Wrong. It's pathetic, those stories, those people, those lives. But when anyone refuses to conform they're simply shoved aside, forgotten... But what happens when they refuse there destiny and fight back? How does the story end then? Outcasts serve as a scale to measure right and wrong, to weigh the hearts of darkness against the feather, because they have nothing. No ties and are not judgmental, a new type of character can change everything.
Kairi Beatrix Jones stood outside Yuugi's grandfather's game shop in the midnight hours, leaning against a lamppost looking up with a smirk at the window that she knew went to Yuugi's bed room.
Yes, she had been stalking him. Ever since that fool Malik had revealed to her the reality of her past life
as the pharaoh's guard. God, she even thought that word with disdain.
She managed to convince the boy and his friends that she had saved Ryo and defeated Bakura, none of them were the least bit confused that she did all this 'while there eyes were closed'? No, she had justmade apact with the thief and together they came up with a devious and sadistic plan, some parts of which she neglected to mention completely to him of course.
One of which, she was going to initiate tonight, she thought with a blood thirsty smirk. Silently she pushed away from the lamppost and over to the shop's door; picking the lock easily with her switchblade she went in. Closing the door softly behind she headed for Yuugi's bedroom.
When she arrived she found him,Yuugi, the pharaoh's willing host laying in bed, breath peaceful in slumber, the millennium puzzle around his neck even in sleep. How pathetic.
But she shared a strong connection with the millennium puzzle, too, right? After all, she was the reason that the pharaoh's dark side was imprisoned in the puzzle (the millennium object her previous reincarnation, Kana, soaked with her blood when she killed herself) in the first place, because of what the little pharaoh had done to her, and that was the side of him that she was interested in, not his pathetic light. Maybe she could use that connection to draw out Yami's soul, rather than go through all the trouble of threatening someone's life.
She gently ran her finger over the eye of Horus ingrained in the puzzle's center, drawing energy through the link. Maybe, maybe...
Suddenly Yuugi's eyes flickered open, but they were colder and narrower, and his features were sharper.
Kairi smiled, she'd done it! She'd brought out Yami.
He blinked, sat up and looked at her, "Kairi-?" his baritone voice trailed off, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I've got a game for you," she said, "wanna play? I know you like them."
He glanced over out the window, "It's the middle of the night."
State the obvious much?
"How did you get in here? What happened? How come I'm the one in control?"
I've been asking myself that same question since the day I met you.
She tilted her head to one side, feigning innocence, "Nothing you need to worry about has happened, pharaoh. Can't you just play a game with your old body guard? What's the harm?"
Yami bowed his head a little, she knew he was ashamed of what happened between them, but she wanted something a lot deeper, "I thought you hated playing games," he said finally.
"I guess you don't know me very well," she said with a small smile, "I'm very fickle."
"Fine, I suppose, but... Why couldn't this wait until-" without giving him a chance to finish the thought she grabbed his wrist and pulled out of the room and shop, across several busy city streets only stopping when they reached an abandoned parking complex.
Yami caught his breath, "Why...here?" he panted.
She gave him another smile, "I thought we could use a little privacy, besides, we wouldn't want to wake up Yuugi's grampa, would we?" she turned her back to him.
"What kind of game did you have in mind?"
She didn't seem to have heard the question at all, her expression was blank and her voice held no emotion, "Atem, you will not be forgiven... For what you've done to me, being oblivious to my love and devotion and ungrateful of loyalty you will be punished..." she turned back to him, her eyes dark, "I challenge you to a shadow game!"
For a moment, Yami was shocked, his eyes wide, then he gave a low growl, "How many times do I have to apologize, Kana?" he shouted, then sighed, "Look, I'm really sorry. I had no idea that you were in love with me. I thought you were a man until the day you died!"
"Yes," said Kairi, "the day you betrayed me, even after I risked my life and killed the only person who ever loved me you still struck my name from the records and threw my body in the Nile to be eaten by the crocodiles just for being a woman..."
"Times were different-"
"I don't give a damn about the times, Atemu. You betrayed me and chose your reputation over honor, I think that is more than enough to justify my challenge."
"Please don't do this."
"If you win I'll stop bringing up your sins and leave you alone forever, but if I win you suffer a PENALTY GAME!" even though she was yelling her expression was unchanged.
Yami would do nearly anything to make her stop bringing up his terrible mistake, but he was confused,
"But you don't have enough shadow magic to-"
"Oh, I think I do, and if I don't then that means that you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
"Fine, what are the rules?"
"The game itself is quite simple, the first one to show any emotion on there face loses, joy, sorrow, fear, shame, anger," said Kairi.
Yami dulled his expression to the point it was a blank as hers, "What are we allowed to do to trigger emotions in the other person?"
"Everything, anything really, accept we aren't allowed to touch each other, that would make it too easy."
"Wait...If I lose, what happens to Yuugi?" asked Yami.
"Nothing, the penalty game won't affect him, it'll be a punishment of the mind not the body."
"When do we start?"
"Right now."
Yami was good at concealing his feelings, and even better at games. But winning this game required an understanding of his opponent that Yami did not possess, and even if he did Kairi would still be damn near unbeatable. She was apathetic, fearless and in complete control of herself and her emotions.
She started off by creating an illusion of Anzu and ruthlessly murdering it, he knew it was an illusion because it was soundless and when Kairi splattered him with it's blood he didn't feel a thing. It was hard to hide his anger and disgust as she continued this with poor copies of all his other friends...
He tried a few low blows himself, calling her sir, asking how her brother was, but she didn't even blink.
He didn't know enough about the woman to do this! He had always ignored her, in both lives. However she was obsessed with him and knew everything there was to know about him. It got to the point his own turns wore harder on him then her own ever could... He knew nothing about her, not really, and began to become more and more ashamed of that fact with each passing turn... In both lives she loved him, and in both lives he never bothered to know her.
What finally got him was her using the depths of the puzzle to reveal to him her death...
Kana held her dead lover in her arms and wept into punctured his chest, a bloody knife in her right hand.
"Why? WHY? Why did it have to be this way? Why wouldn't he just stop? I have to protect the millennium items, I gave the pharaoh my word I would keep them safe!" she pulled away slowly, her tear filled eyes no longer had anything in them, "And I did, didn't I?"
She stood up, letting Bakura's dead body slide to the floor she walked over to the glass case that housed the seven items, it wasn't even chipped, she hadn't let Bakura get that close.
She gave a wry smirk, yes, she'd done her job well... but that job was pretty much done. The man that the pharaoh was so worried about was dead on the floor...
"I'm not needed anymore, the pharaoh will probably fire me. I am no longer of any use..." she gave a small laugh before thrusting her fist up into the glass case, blood ran down her arm where the broken glass slashed into her flesh, she pulled out with the first item she could reach, the puzzle, not caring. She was used pain...
"I lost everything protecting all of this? These trinkets!" with those word she flung the puzzle against the wall, braking it back up into it's original pieces. She looked at the puzzle, panting for a moment, then threw her head back and laughed, "But I didn't really do it for them did I? And I sure as hell didn't do it because it made me feel good! I did it for the stupid pharaoh! I have the worst taste in men!"
She came down from her laughter and slid to the floor, the tears were back, "And he never wanted or liked me...he just needed me, and now he won't. Bakura was the only one who ever cared and now he's gone... I'll have to lie to everyone again, the other guards, the pharaoh... Dammit. DAMMIT!"- she dug her fingers deep into her hair - "I can't do this again! I can't go back in the dark!" she felt the knife in her hand prick her scalp and stopped crying again, "I won't go back in the dark."
She pressed the knife to her neck gently, "Oh, well... I've out lived my purpose... I'm sorry, brother, I tried to live... I tried so hard... but I can't," with those last words she gashed open her throat and lay back, silently gushing blood all over herself and the puzzle.
Goodbye, my pharaoh... I'll see you on the other side...
"STOP!" shouted Yami, she ended the illusion as Yami fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, "please stop..."
She walked up to him, a malicious grin coming to her face now that the game was won, "In a shadow game a person's own flaw's and weaknesses defeat them, that's how it works right?" she asked, expecting no answer, receiving none, she petted his head, "You were ashamed of never knowing me. That's why you agreed to play and why you lost. You wanted to forget your past, to forget me. But the past caught up with you and now you must pay for your sins..."
As she spoke, Yami felt his soul felt his soul being drawn out farther than it ever had through the link she had with the millennium puzzle they shared since she drenched it with her blood... slipping out of reality and into the confines of Kairi's mind.
When Yami blinked back into consciousness he found himself in a throne room filled with gems and gold that he recognized as his from when he was pharaoh, but he wasn't in the throne this time. In the throne, dressed in Egyptian royal robes and sacred jewelry sat Kairi, being fanned by two faceless servants.
"Kairi..?" he said gently.
"It's pharaoh to you, Yami," she said coldly.
He hated the weakness in his voice, "Why?"
She laughed harshly, echoing around the stone walls before jumping from her throne, "I thought I'd try a little reverse role playing..." she stepped over to him and before he had a chance to react she pulled him to her and into a bruising kiss, his first one ever. He panicked and jerked from her arms, toppling backwards as he tried to move away.
Kairi laughed even harder when he stared down in horror at himself. He was clad in slave garb, a simple loincloth and small gold chains binding his wrists and ankles.
"Now is that any way to treat your master?" she said, earning Yami's attention by pulling a diamond studded blade from her pocket, "I think you need to be punished."
Yami tried to run- his survival instincts kicking in, but Kairi gestured to the servants that had been fanning her and they caught him easily and pinned him down, one holding his wrists the other holding his legs, forcing him to spread out for Kairi's first punishment.
She ran her tongue along the flat side of the blade, "This is punishment for your first sin, cowardice, you let me take the fall for you so many times without ever so much as looking at me. So now I'm going to inflict an equal amount of damage I suffered protecting you onto you, and your just going to have to lay there and scream."
She was true to her word, cutting him open, leaving long gashes to match her own, kicking him and beating him ruthlessly but tactically, breaking only his wrist and a few of his ribs. When she was finally
finished with him he lay in a puddle of his own blood in tears. The servants who held him released him and he lay limp on the floor, still crying.
Kairi sighed, "Don't cry, you idiot. It's just pain, and pain is pointless, meaningless, especially here. All the wounds you've received will heal quickly and won't manifest on your physical body, they won't leave scars and even the pain itself will be gone soon, it's just pain, there isn't even any real emotion to it. I was hurt much worse than this and I stayed silent so shut up, it's nothing to cry over."
Yami continued to weep into the carpet and why should she care? All it proved is how much weaker he was than her. She shook away all her doubts about what she was doing and going to do and smirked down at him, licking his blood off the blade, it was salty, as can be expected and in reality it tasted like anyone else's blood would have. But it was the sweetest wine to her tongue. She'd made this man bleed... claimed his blood... and now there he lay, where he belonged, weeping at her feet, was the 'pharaoh', her toy. She nearly gasped with that word, god, it was nirvana, having the man who destroyed her life, spurned her love and betrayed her loyalty at her mercy.
Why did she bother to say those things, was she trying to comfort him in her own sadistic way?, or was she just preparing him for the pain ahead? Yami wept a little more at the thought.
"Please," whispered the toy, it's voice hoarse from screaming, from what she'd done to it, "no-no more..."
She threw her head back and laughed, a laugh that left Yami terrified to his core, she laughed like that all the way cutting him. It was so inhuman... lacking any of the pure mirth and joy of a real laugh... instead it dripped with cruelty and venom.
"Don't worry, your first punishment is over. It's about time for your second, which won't be nearly as unpleasant," she closed her eyes and willed the throne room to turn into a magnificent royal bed chamber and rather than laying in a pool of his own blood he found himself on a red and gold tapestry rug. However none of his wounds closed, the pain and the blood on his skin were still there. How the hell did she make all this so intricate? She didn't have any shadow magic and she would need an inhuman amount of focus to do this.
Yami looked up at Kairi again, "How?" was all he managed to ask through his pain.
She laughed that venomous laugh again, adoring the timid, questioning, childlike toy she'd already turned him, the almighty pharaoh into, and she hadn't even started yet. So far it had only been simple, meaningless pain, there are so much worse things...
"I have complete control of my mind, Yami. I am totally focused and can alter my mind and it's rooms as I see fit. I can be whatever I want, do whatever I want, I have no attachments, nothing to lose... I'm in complete control. And unlike you, Yami," -she stepped on his broken wrist, he let out a cry of terror and anguish- "I have no weaknesses."
She moved her foot roughly on his wrist, grinding it into the rug, just to get him to show his weakness and cry again, "You're so pathetic, so human. How could a weak little boy like you ever be pharaoh? I can't believe I ever loved you," she grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to his knees with a hard jerk, smirking down at him, "Not that you ever noticed of course, you were far too pathetic, too arrogant, to ever bother noticing the help. Well where's your arrogance now, Yami darling?"
He clenched his fists, reminded that he was strong, that he couldn't give up like this, "Fuck you." he growled.
She laughed again, "Well, if your ready already I guess I can skip the sweet stuff!" without giving him the chance to contemplate the meaning of her words she dragged him over to the bed and threw him there. The shackles disappeared and ropes shot from the bedposts, binding him again, forcing him to lay in the utterly degrading position of being spread eagle.
"Kairi?" his voice was harsh this time, insistent, trying to mask the panic that was welling up inside him. He didn't like the position he was in... and even more he didn't like the lusty gleam in Kairi's eyes.
She answered Yami with only a sadistic smile and left him to watch in horror as she began to disrobe, tossing her clothes and jewelry in a neat pile in the corner.
"KAIRI!" he wanted a response, he wanted her to say this was just another illusion- that she was bluffing- that she was just doing this to scare him... She wasn't really going to do it... Wait... what was it that she was doing again? He felt dizzy from pain and emotion. Yelling at Kairi only made his throat hurt more and the rapid expansion of his lungs threaten to dislodge his broken ribs.
Kairi sat down on the edge of the bed when she was bare and listened to the sweet music of Yami's labored breathing. She could tell he was in a lot of pain and was probably just clinging to consciousness and almost regretted having hurt him so much. She wanted him alive, completely aware of everything she did to him.
Oh, well, she thought with a smile and leaned over to give Yami his secondkiss ever, this one softer, chaste, stroking various bruises and lacerations, lovely little marks of ownership she left in his skin.
She pulled away from the kiss suddenly, but continued her stroking with a demonic smirk.
Yami wanted to protest, to tell her to stop... but her hands felt healing somehow... gentle on his abused skin. It hardly hurt at all... She was just touching him... no harm in letting her do that, right? They were just normal, everyday little touches... and it didn't really hurt... right?
Her smirk deepened when he didn't resist her hands, "You know, Yami, you really are quite beautiful like this... All spread out with blood all over your soft alabaster skin. It's sexy as hell." she gave his chest a tiny lick over his nipple, tasting more of his sweet, sweet blood. Yami shivered and Kairi raised her icy, pale blue eyes to his amethyst ones and smirked when she saw the fear and dread there. She let
one of her hands travel to his loincloth and with a single snap of her wrist she took it away, leaving Yami completely bare accept for the ropes that bound him. Yami blushed with uncharacteristic embarrassment and laid his head to one side, not wanting to watch himself being degraded like this. Shutting them even tighter when he felt Kairi's hand on his limp member. This h-had to stop!
"I am begging you, Kairi. Stop." he said softly, his voice shaky but earnest, "Y-you have proven your point, I have no control. You win, I lose, now stop."
Kairi smirked and moved to rest between his spread legs, still stroking Yami's slowly hardening member, humming contently, "Not really in a position to make demands, are you?" she released his member when it was fully erect and proceeded to stroke every inch of Yami's body, enjoying the feeling of the smooth flesh slicked with blood and cold sweat, "Open your eyes, Yami, I want you to watch as I do this. See just how out of control and pathetic you really are."
Yami only closed his eyes that much tighter, clamping them shut to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
Agitated by his disobedience she went from stroking to rubbing hard, rough and incredibly painful on his bruised, torn skin, "Open your eyes, slave," she commanded, "Obey your pharaoh," she smirked again, "It'll hurt if you don't."
This time he complied, turning towards Kairi, "Please stop," he pleaded again with tears running down his face. She licked them up, relishing in his fear, he winced but kept his eyes open, afraid of angering her further.
"Why should I when you seem to enjoy it so damn much?" she ran her thumb over his rock hard member, smirking sadistically when a low moan of pleasure escaped Yami's lips that had him really wishing he'd been gagged, "Tsk, tsk, poor little whore, trying so hard not to like it. But you do, don't you? You're enjoying every little second of this, aren't you?"
DAMMIT, DAMMIT! He should not enjoy this, this terrible vulnerable position he was in- naked, bound, molested by utterly sadistic hands... H-he didn't enjoy this, this was torture! Utter torture!
And the most torturing thing about it was the fact that he was enjoying it.
"Go-go to hell." he wouldn't take this like a whore... He had to resist, to fight! This was torture!
She frowned and grabbed his member and gave it another long stroke, this time when he managed to repress the sound she gave him a single pump and was rewarded by his gasp of shock and another low groan, "Relax and let yourself enjoy it, Atem, it's only torture if you see it that way," she said, her voice
dominating and insistent, she even took the liberty of treating him casually enough to call him by his real name.
With that he went from resistive to weeping again, "Why are you doing this?"
She looked up from his member and into his eyes, seeming a little confused, "You mean it isn't obvious?" the look in Yami's eyes told her more than words ever could, she sighed, "I'm giving you your second punishment Atem." She reached up and kissed him again, plunging her tongue deep into his throat. He bit down hard on the invading muscle but didn't even succeed at pissing her off. He actually felt her smirk against his lips and simply make the kiss that much more forceful. Then, he screamed, not out of pain but out of terror and confusion, a certain part of her body was way too close to his member, and she drew away.
"My second punishment is rape?" he cried the moment she released his mouth, her widening smirk gave him his answer, "Why?" his tears formed beautiful cascades down his rosy, already flushed cheeks. He bucked under her, trying to throw her off but it was helpless.
"You certainly are an eager one," she smirked, brushing stray hairs from his face, when he went limp, still crying, she leaned down, kissed his neck and drank in his tears, "Ignorance was your second sin," she explained, "you were ignorant of my love and devotion, even after I killed for you you were still clueless. So I'm not letting you be ignorant this time, my lovely Atem. I'm going to show you my love, force you to feel the pleasure and intimacy that your ignorance denied us both." she nestled closer to him, every bit of her flesh against his own, accept...
"No please!" he shrieked, "This isn't... This is not right, Kairi! This is not love!"
"What would a creature like you know of love?" she snarled suddenly, "besides, your a sinner in your own personal hell. This is a penalty game, Yami, it may not like not seem like it from your angle, but everything that happens hear is completely right. Don't be a sore loser."
With those sickly comforting words she began thrusting on top of him, hard and fast, the sweat and blood helping her body glide over his own without ever pulling away. He let out a single, bloodcurdling scream of terror right into her ear, deafening her for a few seconds. But she'd grown to love his screams over the last hour. His voice was usually so strong and confident... a deep, masculine baritone, but when he really screamed his pitch spiked, all the confidence was gone and he sounded almost like Yuugi, weak, pathetic, beautiful, she loved him this way. 'This is not love!'
Was this love? If it was love it was her love, twisted and broken, the only kind the world had left her able to feel after her torture, it was the sort of love he deserved.
He screamed in horror at her first thrust, but in the end she was right though. He was a sinner, he had wronged her in a terrible way, and he deserved to be punished. So after a few moments of pointless begging and struggling he withheld his resistance and let her have her way with him.
She paused and looked at his face, probably thinking he may have died on her, but no, he was still alive. She frowned, "It's no fun if you just lay there like a pretty corpse," she glared at him, "What are you planning?"
"Nothing," he said in a flat voice. Why bother to convey emotion when it just got used against him? He could be just as emotionless as her. "I'm just..." he cleared his throat and looked right into her icy eyes, "accepting my punishment."
She looked confused for a moment but then she hardened her expression, "If you think that just laying there will turn me off enough to make me stop think again," she grabbed his shoulders and moved on top of him even rougher, harder. All his wounds were forced back open as his muscles tensed and twisted, complying with her harsh movements, covering his body, her body and the bed they lay on with a seemingly impossible amount of blood... And as for Yami's emotional health, he couldn't even scream, it was so horrible, the pain blending with shameful pleasure, making him weep.
"That's it," she said, her evil smirk returning, "cry you big baby! Show the world just how weak and pathetic you really are! Scream my name!"
"KAIRI!" he screamed in utter emotional and physical anguish as they both climaxed, her with a simple hum.
She smirked, "That's more like it," she pulled off roughly, leaving the mixed fluids to slicked his still spread thighs. And he lay there, panting, eyes half lidded in an orgasmic haze as he watched her pick up the loincloth he'd been wearing- which had been tossed carelessly to the floor and used it to wipe the blood, sweat and mixed orgasmic liquid off her body before slipping her robes back on.
When she was dressed she came over to him, Yami only laid there, unemotionally wondering whether or not she was going to bother to wipe him off.
She smirked, seeming to have read his thoughts, "I've got a better way," she got back on the bed, straddling his waist, and starting at his hair line, she licked him clean with no rush, prolonging his suffering as long as possible and studying his every feature, memorizing every detail, the thin bone structure covered in lean muscle pleasant against her tongue. Yami cringed all the way through it but didn't bother to protest.
She stopped only when she reached the ropes that bound his ankles and stood up, staring down at him mockingly, "I think you've been adequately punished," she smirked and undid the knots in the ropes that bound him, his arms fell limply to his sides.
Slowly and hesitantly, as if fearing it was a trap or her general motivation for releasing him he closed his spread legs and sat up, wincing. He thought he was in pain before, but he felt much, much worse now. The physical exertion of sex taking an especially hard toll on his body after being so ruthlessly beaten, every muscle ached. He gave her an odd, flat look before reaching over the edge of the bed and grabbing his loincloth. As disgustingly dirty the shred of fabric might have been he pulled it around his waist, just wanting something to cover himself with and knowing from the malicious and controlling nature she'd so proudly displayed over the past hour or so that using anything he hadn't been already presented with would result in another brutal punishment.
"If I'm really a sinner in my own personal hell then no single punishment would be 'adequate'. Hell is eternal suffering, and I know that's what you meant when you said it."
Kairi put her hands on her hips, "Pretty perceptive, slave."
He gave her a hard look, not at all enjoying being called a slave he quoted what she would have said in this situation, probably the only thing he did know about her, "Pretty transparent."
She smirked, that horrible, cruel, sadistic smirk that made Yami want to rip her lips off, "Hm, but you are right though, your suffering isn't over."
Yami rolled his amethyst eyes, "What a shock."
She backhanded him with full force, leaving a pretty new claw mark in his right cheek. How did he go from begging for mercy to being a sarcastic asshole within minutes? She knew the answer, passive aggression was a defense mechanism to make someone helpless feel like they still had control over themselves and their situation, but he didn't and she wanted him to surrender to that fact. Without giving him a second to recover she pulled him hard against her, head resting in his shoulder, lips on his neck.
"Do it." she said.
The under tone of fear was back in his smooth voice, "Do what?"
She nipped his earlobe before whispering, "Call me pharaoh."
The fear was again poorly masked by anger, "And if I don't?"
She pushed him away and smirked at him, "Come on, Yami, I thought you were accepting punishment? Are you really just another fool who can't recognize justice when it's shoved right in font of him?"
'It may not like not seem like it from your angle, but everything that happens hear is completely right...' Yami glared at her for a long moment before bowing his head in surrender, "Fine," he took a deep breath, "pharaoh."
She patted his head in a most infuriating fashion, "Good boy," she released him, "now time for your final punishment..."
Yami swallowed, he had a sinking suspicion this would be worst one yet.
"...I'm going to let you go..."
"What?" Yami said, confused.
"...but,"
Yami closed his eyes before rolling them, Of course.
"you will not be allowed to tell any of your precious subjects what happened to you here."
Yami looked at her questioningly.
"Your last sin was that of reputation," she smirked, "and wouldn't it be bad for your reputation if your subjects found out you were raped and took it like a little whore? So you won't be allowed to tell them, if you do you'll end up right back here." she emphasized the last three words by patting the center of the bed, "Got it?"
Yami nodded dully, denying her any conversation.
She grinned, "Good," and with a snap of her fingers everything went black.
Yami awoke in the bed of his own soul room, familiar red silk and gold. He buried his face into the sheets, comforted by the warmth, feel and smell. He sighed in relief as he got out of bed and moved to his vanity, gold with the eye of Horus carved into the top.
Just a nightmare, he thought, a small smile on his lips though he was still trembling a bit, a sick nightmare of a guilty conscious. His smile widened slightly as he sat down in the stool in front of the vanity. A dream, it only made sense, he'd been feeling really guilty lately and his subconscious mind devised a way to punish him... that was it. Kairi really wouldn't do something that sick, she was a girl despite her masculine appearance, and a girl wouldn't do something that terrible. They just didn't have the mind set for it, realistically speaking.
Yami laughed a little bit, it was all just a sick, sick nightmare... Imagine how Kairi would feel if she knew of this dream; she would probably throw him into the nearest lake because it-it was insulting, to them both- to think of her as a rapist and him as helpless victim? It was wrong, absolutely sick, it had no basis in reality whatsoever... right?
Yami had been smiling, but when he looked at himself in the vanity, his jaw dropped in horror. On his right cheek, there were three long cuts he recognized from when Kairi backhanded him- and only a few seconds after he realized they were there they faded and healed. Yami had to support himself on the vanity to keep himself from falling off of the stool. His heart was racing, he was going to be sick, it had happened, it was real... he was going to throw up... Kairi had stolen his virginity... he was going to throw up... Kairi had said over and over again that it was right, that she was justified, but i-it was so wrong... he was going to cry.
It wasn't a dream, I-I... She-she... his grip on the vanity faltered and he slid to the floor, supporting himself on his hands and knees he puked once before the tears came, sliding down his cheeks and into the puddle of vomit, he shook his head violently, wrong! WRONG! This was so wrong, nothing about it was right!
Right?