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CHAPTER ONE- Bad Romance

Duke smirked at me as he strapped the muzzle over my mouth. "You're going to love this Jou," he whispered into my ear huskily.

I shivered as he chuckled. We both knew I wouldn't be gaining any pleasure from this. I hated being his toy, but sometimes life leaves you no choice; either I submit to Duke's sick fantasies, or live on the street.

He growled softly, "Mutt, I want you now." His hands ran over my body, as if I was his and only his. I closed my eyes, suppressing the moan that was trying to rise out of me. Duke never liked it when I gave in so easily. He loved the hunt. But I honestly enjoyed the feel of his hands against me, making me feel like I was the only one who mattered. I could pretend I was loved for more than just my body. I knew he wouldn't be generous tonight. Not after I called out Kaiba's name the night before. He was pissed tonight; I wouldn't get much time to pretend I was loved. He was beginning to see that his sex wasn't making me fall in love with him. Not that he loved me; he just loved the power it gave him.

I gasped as I felt him enter me without any preparation. I managed to hold the scream back only by sheer luck. He loved it when I held my scream in, but it just meant he'd go harder. I braced myself as I felt Duke ready himself to plow into me. This night wouldn't be good, but if I had screamed…it'd be worse.

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I was 18 when Duke found me working my movie theatre job. He recognized me instantly, and I him. We started talking, eventually he began coming to my job at least once a day and he would call me even more often.

It'd been three months since the day I first met him. That's when he asked to come see my home. I was self-conscious, I'd seen Duke's home, and I could fit at least thirty replicas of mine inside. But the studio was all I could afford since my drunken father kicked the bucket.

"Wouldn't you rather just hang out at yours," I asked as I wiped the concession stand counter.

"But I've never seen yours, I'm sure you could imagine how curious I am," he smiled leaning a little closer as he spoke.

"It's not really anything special…and you're not the only one who's never seen it. Yug and the others haven't either," I mumbled keeping my eyes on my work.

"Even more reason for me to go see it…," he whispered smirking as he caressed my cheek. I blushed and hid my eyes under my bangs. "Come on Katsuya," he whispered deeply. "Let me go to your home. I want to see where my Katsuya lives."

My face got redder as he spoke; my heart felt like it was crashing against my ribs. No one had ever treated me like this, and no one had ever called me theirs.

"Alright," I whispered. "I get off as soon as I finish the closing duties," I said, looking at the clock. Duke grinned and moved to help me finish cleaning my station.

As we walked towards my home I noticed Duke get more protective of me. I knew I lived on the bad side of town, but I never thought it was bad enough to make Duke worry. It just proved I had made the right choice in not letting Yugi and the others see it.

Finally, after passing three more street corners, all of which had something illegal happening on them, we arrived at my apartment complex. I didn't chance a look at Duke as I unlocked all five deadbolts on my door. I also didn't look as I lead him into my studio apartment.

"This is it," I smiled embarrassed, knowing Duke's closet was bigger than this.

Duke silently looked around, as if he was examining every little thing in my place. "Do you play guitar or is it more for show?"

I smiled, "I play. Yug tells me I'm good."

"Do you sing too," he smiled looking at me softly.

"I do," I blushed. "Only Yug's heard me though. He swears I'm good at that too, but I don't know if he's just being nice."

"I'd love to hear you, Katsuya," he whispered, petting my cheek.

I smiled leaning into the touch. He was so gentle with me; I couldn't believe I was lucky enough to be with him, even if it was just as friends. "Maybe one day I'll play and sing for you."

He smiled, whispered, "now, tell me why you're living here when you know my home is open to you."

"I don't want to be a burden," I said looking down, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"You won't be. So, please come live with me? I won't charge you anything, but if you'd pay me back with a song, that'd be amazing."

I blushed brightly. "What about when you bring a date home? It'd be awkward. Plus I'd be mooching off of you."

"I won't bring home any more dates, you'd be the last. And as for the mooching, well, how about you cook and clean. Is that fair?"

I grinned and nodded, "defiantly!"

"Alright, let's go home then. I'll have my men come get your things, let's just grab the essentials for now."

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The next day I woke in my huge bedroom in the middle of a king sized bed. I sighed as I stretched out into the soft silk sheets. The walls were a light tan and there were black and white pictures on the walls. They were all landscape photos. My favorite was the one over the dresser. It was three photos on one large and thin frame. Each picture was separated by two inches of black space. The photos, if put together, would be of a foggy forest, nothing else. But the eerie feel of the picture just made me want to know more.

I stared up at the canopy over my bed. Duke must've moved me here once he finished with me. He hardly ever showed compassion unless he was being visited by one of our friends. Usually he'd just toss me onto the floor. He told me that's where dogs sleep and I should get used to it.

The silk sheets I was snuggling into were stained with blotches of blood. I'd been cut, tied up, and suffocated on this bed. It was a wonder there weren't more stains. I moved my gaze lazily to my bathroom. There was first aid equipment in there, added after I had been moved in for three weeks. Duke said I needed to take care of myself and make sure the cuts didn't get infected. He didn't want his dog to have to be put down, not when he hadn't gotten all the pleasure he intended to get from it.

I sighed and slowly rolled over, wincing as I did, to get off the bed and begin my daily routine.

"Jou-kun!!! Happy birthday," Yuki yelled as he grinned at me happily and handed me a blue present with a white bow.

I stared at him confused and examined the box. Was it really my birthday?

"Jou don't be rude," Duke scolded me, his face holding a fake smile.

I looked at him and then grinned lopsided, my fake grin, and laughed nervously. "Oh jeez Yug I totally forgot it was my birthday today. Thanks buddy," I smiled at him pulling him into a soft hug.

Yugi smiled and returned my hug. He began babbling on about how he was so happy to be able to be the first one to give me a birthday gift on my twenty first year.

"We're going to have the party at Mokuba's house," Yugi grinned. "That's ok right? It's just that he finally got Kaiba to agree and he really has been dying to see you again…we all have," Yugi mumbled looking over at Duke with slight jealousy.

I watched as Duke smiled politely, but his grip on the newspaper tightened. His knuckles were white with pure fury. I already knew he did not want me going anywhere near Kaiba again. Not after he figured out he was the one I would do anything for.

__________________________________________________________Flashback_____________________________________________________________________

It was a year after the first time Duke had raped me. I was sitting at the bus stop with some luggage, wanting to run from this town as fast and as far as I could. I couldn't take being used anymore. I couldn't keep telling myself it was love when I knew this wasn't what love felt like.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the bench. I slowly took in the cold breaths of winter air and shivered as the winds attacked my body.

"What are you doing out here Jou?" A rough but light voice asked me.

I opened my eyes and smiled when I saw the younger Kaiba brother hovering over me worried. "Hey Mokuba, I was just…going for a trip." He had grown a lot since he was 14. He was now 17 and almost as tall as his brother. His dark hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and he wore blue jeans and a dark green shirt under a black hooded jacket.

"Did you tell Yugi? You know how worried he gets when he doesn't hear from you. I'd like it if you didn't worry my boyfriend," he smirked happily.

I chuckled and shook my head. "I'll call him so often he'll get sick of me, I promise."

Mokuba smiled and sat next to me his eyes on the traffic passing by. "What's going on Jou? I've noticed how unhappy you are. Everything about you dulls when you're sad, and every time I see you, you seem to get duller and duller."

I watched him and moved my gaze down to the sidewalk. "Nothing's wrong, Mokuba, you worry too much."

I could feel his gaze examining me and I self consciously lifted the collar on my jacket, hiding the sickeningly green bruise that was around my neck. Without a word Mokuba grabbed my arm and began dragging me past the bus stop and towards a nearby parking lot.

"Mokuba?"

"You're coming home with me." He continued dragging me as he turned to glare at me. "And that is final."

I stayed silent as he pulled me into his limo and shoved my suitcase in with us. The car ride to his house was silent and I watched the scenery change. I wasn't scared that Mokuba would hurt me, because I knew Mokuba would never do that. But, I was scared that he would tell Yugi about this. The last thing I needed was for him to find out. Nothing like an upset Yugi to ruin your day, the puppy eyes he makes will crush you.

We arrived to the mansion and I stepped out of the limo wearily. It would be the first time I ever set foot into Kaiba's place. If he was home I would immediately be kicked out, but in a way I prayed the older Kaiba brother was there. It would let me have a head start on trying to out run Yugi to the bus stop. I couldn't handle seeing the hurt in his eyes when he found out I was keeping this from him.

Slowly I followed Mokuba into the mansion. The walls were white with gold finishing's and there was a thin cherry oak desk in the foyer that looked to be for keys and brief cases. One already occupied a spot on it. There was also a coat hanger off to the side of the desk. Mokuba silently put his briefcase down to accompany the other and added his coat to the hanger. I saw a long black coat was already there. My heart started pounding as I realized who else was home.

"Mokuba dinner is almost ready," the older Kaiba brother called from, what I assumed to be the kitchen.

"Alright Seto, but I brought company…a friend of mine who…was in a bad situation," Mokuba said as he led me to the kitchen.

It had been two years since the last time I had seen Kaiba in person. I saw him when I was 17, at our graduation. He had looked so regal and content to finally be out of this school. The last I had heard about him was from Mokuba, he was in a university getting his degree in business. From what I was told, he was getting it faster than anyone else had. He got his bachelor's in a year, and he was working on his master's now.

"What friend, Mokuba," Kaiba asked, his deep voice sounding very annoyed at the unplanned visit.

Mokuba walked into the kitchen, as I hesitated in the hall. "Just…don't kick him out ok?" Mokuba whispered, looking back at me and sighing softly. He reached out to me and pulled me into the kitchen. I stumbled and looked up at Kaiba slightly wide eyed. He looked the same as he did in high school. Those icy blue eyes that could always see through my lies, his chestnut hair was still cut in the same style as it had been before. The only thing different, was that he was dressed casually. He wore black slacks that fit him perfectly and a loose blue button down shirt.

My stomach did flips as I watched Kaiba inspect me. My heart was pounding and it felt like everyone in the room could hear it. My eyes roamed back down to the floor as I waited for Kaiba to demand I get out of his house.

"I'll make more food ok, Seto?" Mokuba moved away from me opening the fridge and pulling something out. I didn't dare look up to see the hate in Kaiba's eyes. I didn't know if I could take it anymore. Duke had broken me enough; I couldn't take being broken by someone else.

Much like his brother, without a word Kaiba grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen, going towards another room I hadn't been in before.

"What happened to you, mutt?" Kaiba said as soon as he thought we were out of Mokuba's range.

I kept my eyes on the floor which had now changed from hardwood floors to white carpet. "Nothing happened-"

"You're lying. I can see the bruises on your neck. I don't want my brother dragged down by helping you, so tell me who did it to you. Was it a drug dealer?"

I glared at the ground and looked up at him. "I am not on drugs, moneybags!"

"Then what happened. I don't care if you are my brother's friend I will throw you out if I think you're a danger to him," Kaiba growled, his eyes narrowed furiously at me.

I glared back at him and mumbled, "then just throw me out! I wasn't looking for a handout."

Kaiba's glare turned even icier and he reached to grab my arm, successfully reopening the wound I had wrapped with medical bands. I hissed in pain and shut my eyes.

"Seto! Stop hurting him," Mokuba hurried to my side, swatting his hand off of my arm. He moved to look at my arm, shoving my jacket off my arm roughly, too worried to realize how much pain he was causing me.

"Mokuba, calm down…you're making it worse," Kaiba said softly as he moved Mokuba away and gently pulled the sleeve on my shirt up. His eyes widened slightly as he inspected the scars on my upper arms and then landed on the now bloodied wrap.

I shivered and whispered, "look just let me go back home I can take care of this myself." I moved to get up but was quickly pushed back down.

"No way Jou, Yugi would break up with me if he knew I let you go like this!"

"Don't tell him," I pleaded looking up at Mokuba.

Kaiba unwrapped the wound silently to get a better look at it.

"I was leaving anyway; you and Yug don't have to worry about me ok?"

"Mokuba go fetch the first aid kit in the guest bathroom," Kaiba whispered, pressing the bandage against my wound to stop the bleeding. I winced in pain and watched Mokuba run to get the supplies.

"Why are you helping me, Kaiba? You never would've before," I mumbled watching him.

"I wouldn't want you trying to put this off as a way to sue me."

I growled, "I'm not some low life!"

"I know that," he turned his gaze to look into my eyes, his stare as icy as ever. "But whoever did this to you is."

I stared at him in shock, the hate in his eyes for once not directed at me.

"Here," Mokuba said, handing Kaiba the first aid kit.

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That was the first night in two years that I dreamt of Seto Kaiba.