Candy House
Once upon a time, in a dense forest far, far away, there lived a successful woodcutter and his wife. Although the woodcutter was very rich, he hid most of his money away for emergency need and safekeeping. He and his wife were kind hearted and had both mutually decided upon this, for they had seen what power and money had done to people and did not wish to be corrupted. A rumor was whispered that a man who came across a sack of gold and bought his own kingdom, became mad with power and sin and ended up committing a horrific suicide. Such a fate was easily avoidable and such a fate was one the woodcutter and his wife would be grateful to never see.
The woodcutter's wife soon had a son, who they named Seto, which meant prosperity and wisdom in their home language. Seto grew quickly and with his growth, he brought with him intelligence and caution as well as quick wit. Growing up Seto was a very sweet child who was always interested in the coins that scattered the floor at times when holes in pants had formed once again. He would take great joy in counting them, stacking them then counting them again. His face would purse up in complete envy if he found one coin missing and the parents, noticing such an act, scolded him. Seto still retained an interest in money, but not to the point of absolute greed.
When Seto was six years old, a sweet miracle occurred. His mother was with child once again. Everyone was excited and happy for the new baby and, Seto couldn't wait to see his new brother or sister. Sadly however, during a rather horrific, traumatic thunderstorm, the woodcutter's wife went into early labor, at only seven months. Hours and hours of sweaty pushing and shoving and screaming went by with almost no sign of the baby. When the town doctor came to their homely little cabin after twelve hours of unsuccessful pushing, Seto's baby brother finally arrived into the world feet first. The hours of hard labor and exhaustion caught up to the mother however and an hour later she died peacefully with her youngest son still cradled in her arms. This painful loss left Seto and his father distraught, but their pain eased while raising the newest member of the family, who they gave the name Mokuba. Mokuba in their language meant 'harmless mischief'. Mokuba shared the same gentle passion and energy his dear mother had. It was around this period of soft sadness when other disaster's struck.
The, once successful, woodcutter began to lose work. Older materials were replaced with more modern ones, such as steel and brick." As if that wasn't bad enough, the woodcutter's strength ebbed slowly as he aged and he brought less and less timber each day. To top off the economic troubles, one day the woodcutter went to the hiding place for his hoard of money to find it completely eradicated. It had all been taken by a thief who left a taunting calling card which said...
"Thank You for this delicious hoard,
with this I will never again be bored."
After that crisis, the family lifestyle declined dramatically. Rice, oatmeal and gruel became the standard meal and their once bright, proud clothes all faded to a dull gray and torn to peasant rags. To stave off bankruptcy and true poverty, the woodcutter was forced to remarry. This was another tragedy, as this cocky woman despised children and saw Seto and Mokuba as a waste of income. Seto did not trust her and clueless Mokuba did his best to earn the love that was not there. It was catastrophic.
Our present story takes place in the children's room, where Seto dozed on his wooden bed situated above his baby brother's. Mokuba slept soundly below him in his own wooden bed. Seto heard mumbling in the other room and his curiosity grew to proportions big enough to squash his humility. Seto sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily with the sleeve of his grayish blue pajama shit. He carefully crawled to the foot of the bed and gripped the ladder. Gingerly, he laid his small foot upon the first rung of the ladder. It gave an earsplitting creak in the silence.
Seto froze and remained in a horrified position waiting for Mokuba to wake up or for his stepmother to storm in screaming and throw him out the window. All that slapped him was the silence. Sighing in relief, he jumped down with abandon and hit the floor with a low dull thud. With the finesse and grace of a snake, Seto tiptoed to the door and creaked it open to listen in on his parents.
"...and that! Don't you see!" purred the stepmother.
"Oh Fiona...please stop that...they're all I have..." pleaded the woodcutter.
"Oh really?" said the wife in an arrogant tone as she raised an eyebrow. "They will certainly be all you have when we are all in the grave! The only things you care about are those two brats!"
"Fiona, that's not true..." lied the woodcutter. "Don't call them-"
"Oh shut it!" hissed his wife. "Those children eat the most and make what little food we have that much smaller. Now...without the children...there would be much more for us!"
The woodcutter gasped and Seto shook with terror. "Oh surely!" said the woodcutter. "You don't suggest that we...?"
"You idiot! Tomorrow, we leave them in the forest. Don't give me that look, I'm sure someone rich will find and take care of them."
The woodcutter sighed with a heavy heart. He hoped that Seto would be able to use his wit to be able to support his brother and remain alive out there in the cold cruel world. With Seto's knowledge, there was a burning hope that his children would come back to him someday. He nodded and put a fake smile on his face to satisfy his wife. "Alright love...Tomorrow at dawn..." he reluctantly agreed.
His wife grinned toothily and turned over. "Goood Niiiiiiight Honey~!" she purred. The woodcutter gave another sigh a he turned off the light.
Seto closed the door softly and turned, panting in fear. His small heart twittered in his chest like a bird on crack. His pajamas clung to his body and were drenched with his nervous sweat. This was serious. He and Mokuba were going to be abandoned. Left. Cast aside like a dirty, empty can of tuna. All because of his stupid stepmother!
Seto took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sat on his wooden stool to think. If he and Mokuba were lost, they could retrace their steps to get back. If it had rained recently, they could literally retrace their footprints to get back home. But it had been bone dry recently and, if Seto thought right, the vengeful Fiona would probably find a way to confuse them by stomping all over the steps and creating false paths for them. Seto thought harder.
Whenever Mokuba saw something shiny or glittery he would instantly go chasing after it. It was eye catching. Mokuba avoided looking at their stepmother's fingernails, which often shone with an expensive shiny nail polish made from the pelts and blood of the most exotic animals alive. He had lost control at one point and grabbed his stepmother's hand, admiring the detail and shininess of the professional manicure accidentally cracking a nail of hers in the process. This earned him a brutal smack that left red scratches in his cheek for a week, which stung ever more when Mokuba cried about it. Mokuba just couldn't resist the lure of anything gorgeous; he was like a raven or even more likely, a magpie.
Seto blinked and his mouth opened in joy. A plan! His mind whirred as his plan formatted itself, every piece rushing to its rightful place. It was genius! The only question was how he was going to pull it off! He was far too clumsy and noisy to be able to sneak around without rousing his parents from their slumber.
Seto let out a resigned sigh. He couldn't protect Mokuba's innocence forever. He was bound to have to experience some terrible misfortune. He already grew up without a caring mother as Seto had for half of his life and, it never ceased to amaze him how Mokuba was able to grow up in his condition and still remain the bright bouncy young boy he was today. Creeping to his brother's bed, he shook Mokuba gently. "Mokuba~" he whispered. "Wake up~"
Mokuba gave a soft groan in annoyance and turned over. Seto shook him again, this time more insistently. "Come one little brother...Wake up! It's an emergency!"
Sleepy Mokuba cracked an eye open and stretched. He lazily turned to his brother with dream ridden eyes. "Watt is it?" he asked softly.
Seto bit his lip. If he wasted time explaining there would be less time to prepare for tomorrow. "Ssshhh..." he whispered. "Mokuba, this is very important, do you know where "Fiona's nail polish is? The really glittery ones?"
Mokuba was wide awake now, worried about his brother. "Yah..." he said nodding.
Seto smiled and held Mokuba's shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. "Listen to me, This is very, ivery/i important. I need you to go get them, all of them. ievery...single.../iibone/b/i
Mokuba nodded with wide eyes and started to get out of bed when Seto stopped him again. "and don't make a sound. This is a secret." He said. Mokuba gave a wordless nod and hopped out of bed, skipping off quickly and silently in his grayish red footy pajamas.
Meanwhile, Seto got to work. Carefully, Seto moved a loose floor board out of the way. Squeezing through, he found himself underneath the foundation supported house. He huffed in paranoia and ran behind the house. There was a small rocky pond and frogs littered the lily pads croaking quickly out of tune. Crickets chirped slowly and Seto shivered as he frowned. He bent over and inspected the shore; picking up small pebbles at random, holding them by making a pouch with his PJ's.
"Pssst!"
Seto looked around and turned to see his bother hanging upside down from the hole he had created in their room. His long untamed black hair, as dark as the night sky outside, hung wildly and grazed the dirt. Mokuba's mouth was open in a small o in concern and interest. It then curled into a cheeky pleased smile as he observed his brother working.
"Get back inside!" Seto hissed, scurrying towards his brother. "You'll fall and hurt yourself, or you'll get your hair dirty!" Mokuba retreated obediently and once he was safely in the room, Seto gave him handfuls of pebbles to put aside. Mokuba then leaned forward again to give his brother a hand in getting back up. Seto heaved himself up so easily that it was questionable whether Mokuba's help aided him or not. "Did you get the nail polish?" he sighed as the pebbles skittered softly across the floor where Mokuba had laid them.
Mokuba nodded and leaned forward to replace the floor board back to it's place. Mokuba then pushed the nail polish toward him. "Watt do ya need this for big broda?" he asked.
Seto stayed relatively silent as he wrenched open a red bottle and began coating a pebble with the glimmering paint. "Just help me paint these stones. And keep quiet Mokuba, for the love of God..."
Mokuba showed a face of concern and glared at the last comment, which made him feel like a blabber mouth. However, he ignored his curiosity and obeyed his older brother as usual. So they simply painted for hours dedicated to their work, as if they were trying to create a masterpiece comparable to uThe Last Supper./u
After about 80 stones had been painted, Mokuba began to whine."Big brodaaaa...I'm tired and this is sooooooo booring..."
"It's not supposed to be fun..." sighed an equally exhausted and bored Seto. Boredom and fatigue didn't matter to him at the moment, only the fact that they had to get back home tomorrow when they were abandoned. Fiona and his father had to realize that they were her to stay. They were not just toys that could be tossed into a trash when bored with.
Mokuba puffed his cheeks in annoyance and a small vein became visible. Seto twitched and his mouth dropped open shaking his head and hands to stop Mokuba's impending temper tantrum. "SO DEN WHY AW WE DOIN DIS!" shouted Mokuba rebelliously.
A panicky Seto smacked a hand over Mokuba's mouth so hard he felt it burn. Mokuba's eyes went amazingly big and watered in pain, humiliation and sorrow. A meltdown was impending if Seto didn't do something quick. Seto's expression softened into one of concern and he gently stroked Mokuba's hair. "SShhhh...Sssh..." he said rubbing Mokuba's shaking frame. He hugged Mokuba then, letting him sob in his shoulder while he rubbed Mokuba's back. "Mokuba...this is important...Listen to me..."
Whimpering, Mokuba hiccupped a few times and quieted down immediately.
"Listen to me." said Seto again. "Tomorrow, our parents are going to try to abandon us in the forest. We're painting stones so we can find out way back. "It's all Fiona's idea to abandon us. She says we're worthless and waste money. You know how much she hates us. Father had to go along with it..."
Instantly, Mokuba began to bawl quietly in his hands. "D- is isn't...why is...Daddy hades uuuuuuus..." he sobbed. Seto patted Mokuba patiently.
"It's okay! Okay!" he said. "We'll get back safe and sound. Go to sleep Mokuba, I'll finish up here."
Mokuba hiccupped and nodded. "Uh-Okay..." he said crawling into bed and turning over. Seto sighed in resignation. Most of the stones were dry by now. He packed them into a shoulder pouch he had and hid them under the bed.
Seto was just about to crawl up to his bunk when he heard Mokuba sobbing softly into his pillow. Seto sighed and nudged Mokuba. "Do you want me to sleep with you?"
Mokuba nodded gently and Seto crawled under the covers. Mokuba latched onto his big brother as if he were a teddy bear and giggled softly. Cuddled against his brother's warm chest, he quickly fell asleep. Soon after, Seto joined him in dream land.
|_|The Next Morning|_|
An irascible Fiona stormed in wrenching the door open in a slam, waking Mokuba who bawled in his fright.
"Silence, you ugly drowned rat!" she hissed. "Seto, take your brother and come quickly, we are leaving on a trip."
Seto rubbed his sniffling brother's back and glared at Fiona defiantly. "Where are we going?" he asked. Fiona ignored him and stormed out.
Seto sighed and kissed Mokuba's forehead gently and took his little hand in his own. "Be strong Mokuba..." he whispered throwing off the covers.
Mokuba nodded softly and hopped out of bed. "I'll be brave, Sedo..." he said, running to greet his father in the first room.
Seto grabbed the pouch from under the bed and chased after him. They met in the front room, where the woodcutter looked away while he held Mokuba's hand and his wife glared at Seto smugly. "Come along Seto." She said as they all left.
The family walked deep into the forest where Mokuba became scared and terrified, squeezing his heartbroken fathers hand lightly, Every once in a while, Seto would drop a bright stone to leave a trail for them to get back. The stones made a soothing "thud thud thud" as they dropped. Finally, they reached a clearing when Fiona let out a brummagem gasp of realization. "O-Oh dear!" We forgot something very important back home...didn't we honey?"
"Uh...-oh ye-yes...that's right..." said the woodcutter with little emotion. Fiona turned.
"Stay right here children, we have to get this...this really important thing...ah..." said Fiona who brought a long French Manicured finger to her mouth to bite on. "We really need this...no...ah...just...Do...NOT...MOVE." Fiona laughed a little bit. "Or the wolves will catch you...AND EAT YOU RIGHT UP!" Fiona gave another nervous laugh and before the poor children could respond, Fiona and the woodcutter were already on the way back home past the bushes. If they even tried to follow their parents they would meet the angry wrath of Fiona, and those nails hurt.
So, Seto and Mokuba waited obediently. Their shadows moved slowly from the west to the east as the sun moved just as slowly from the east to the west. They simply waited. They talked from time to time, casually, as if they weren't being abandoned by their parents for simply being what they were. Most of the time, they were quiet, just waiting as if they were going to wake up from a terrible dream they were having.
Suddenly, as soon as the sky turned a pale orange Mokuba started to sob. "OH BIG BRODA! Dey left us! Dey hade uuuuuuuusss..." he whimpered.
Seto consoled his brother with a pat. "D-Don't worry Mokuba...Remember the trail we made?" he said. Mokuba gave a timid hiccup and nodded, looking around for a stone. A twinkle shone out from the corner of his eye and he grinned in utter joy when he found the trail of stones. He squealed and hugged his brother tightly, screaming and laughing. Seto laughed and patted Mokuba. "Calm down little brother, we're not out of the woods yet."
The brothers followed the trail of rocks back home quite easily. Seto however, had felt slightly pessimistic and collected the pebbles again as they passed by them, fearful that their parents would try to abandon them again. Upon arriving at home, Mokuba skipped happily to the front door and rapped-a-tapped-tapped on it.
The door swung open and Fiona looked out. Mokuba called her attention down and grinned at her while Seto gave her a smug stare. "We're BAAAAAAAACK!" chirped Mokuba. Fiona's jaw dropped and she gasped, stepping back into the house as if they were zombies. She swallowed hard and then screamed in horror causing the woodcutter to rush in to see what the commotion was. Upon seeing his beloved sons he hugged them hard in his joy while his evil wife looked on in disbelief.
Fiona's face turned ugly and she screamed. "You no-good brats! You stupid charlatans! You were told to stay put! You're lucky you weren't torn apart by wolves!" She beat them down brutally, much to the anguish of every male in the house and she sent them to bed promptly without supper. She then turned and called her husband a slimy, spineless, dung beetle and promptly smacked him silly as well. Before she locked the door to the boys bedroom, she announced that there would be another trip tomorrow.
Mokuba bravely bit his lip and sniffled softly as Seto tended to his wounds and bruises. His skin had raised welts the size and color of roasted chestnuts and they stung brutally even when brushed with the most ginger touch. Seto sighed as Mokuba twitched for the umpteenth time when Seto applied a cold wet section of cloth on him. "Mokuba..." he said softly. Mokuba shook his head violently and sobbed softly. "No...no big broda...your more hurter than me..." he said.
The remark was half true. True, Seto had huge ugly red patches from where Fiona had struck him and long scratches where her nails had raked into his skin. Although he had been hurt very badly, Mokuba had been more scarred emotionally than him. Mokuba was a young tender soul while Seto had been hardened up by his mother's tragic death. Seto sighed and pressed the compress harder against Mokuba, making him yelp in pain. "Shut up..." he said.
Mokuba sniffled and looked away staying quiet for about a minute. He looked up then, staring at Seto with wet eyes. "Will you sleep with me again tonight?" he asked.
"Sure." answered Seto, hugging his brother gently. Once Seto finished nursing his wounds they went to bed and returned to their fitful dreams once more.
|_|The Next Morning|_|
Once again, the next morning arrived and the family began the trek into the forest. The woodcutter holding Mokuba in the front with Seto in the middle and Fiona trailing behind, Seto dropped his pebbles as he normally did yesterday discreetly. He knew how shallow Fiona was and he hoped that she was as proud as he had anticipated she was so she wouldn't notice his shenanigans. Unfortunately, Fiona did take notice of after a while.
'So...this is how the brats found their way back...Heh, I'll take care of this..." she thought to herself. Thus, whenever Seto dropped a pebble, she would kick it out of the way to hinder the path.
Seto became nervous when the steady thud...thud...thud...became an erratic thud p-shaw...! Thud p-skew...! Thud pwk-wah! Seto did not dare to turn back however, fearful that his butt would have to be bitten with a swift 'chomp' of Fiona's crocodile boots.
The woodcutter and his wife left Seto and Mokuba in another different clearing under the excuse they used yesterday of forgetting something. As soon as they were out of sight and earshot, Mokuba clung to Seto in desperation. "Sedo..." he said. "Led's go home now. Led's show 'em dat dey can't just leave us again an again!"
Seto nodded and searched for the last pebble he had dropped. It was nowhere in sight. Seto stood up and searched harder, viciously tearing apart shrubs and bushes in his desperation. Mokuba became somewhat worried when the path wasn't found immediately, like last time. "Bi-Big broda...?" he whimpered. It was at that point, that Seto realized exactly why the path was gone. Those thud-pkwaahs and thud-pkeews were the sound of Fiona destroying their trail back home. If only he had been more cautious!
Defeated, Seto walked toward Mokuba and headed back the way he thought they came. Mokuba looked down for the pebbles that were supposed to be there and found none. "Sedo?" Mokuba asked. "Where aw we goin'? Where's da pebbles...?"
"Sssssh..." responded a distraught Seto, turning right into the twisting undergrowth. "Everything is fine, Moki..." Mokuba noticed their dire situation and stood quiet for once.
They continued wandering aimlessly for 15 minutes when they came upon another clearing. This time, in the clearing there was a huge house made completely out of candy. A peppermint chimney merrily puffed out white clouds of marshmallows. The knobs and handles of every door and window were creamy cookies and vanilla biscuits. Chocolate rabbits hopped around rolling over while Jelly ducks swam in a fruit juice pond. Twittering marshmallow chicks waddled around and pecked at Mokuba's feet much to his fright and surprise.
The children stood in complete awe and their shriveled stomachs grumbled instantaneously. Choked gasps escaped their lungs in disbelief. Mokuba turned to Seto, turned to the scene, and then turned back to his brother blinking in sorrow. "Big broda...?" he said. "Are we dead?"
Seto took a step forward in wonder. "I...I don't think so Mokuba..." he said. Mokuba ran forward without even listening and touched the outside wall of the house. He ran his small hands over it gently, curiously. His fingers dipped into the marshmallow filling that held the bricks together and he gasped. Mokuba pulled his hand back and licked his fingers tentatively. He gasped again. It was simply delectable! Real flavor burst in his mouth and the sweetness exploded like nothing he had ever tasted before. Mokuba grinned in his joy and shovel handful after handful of the cream into his mouth. "Big...mmm..BRODA!" he called out between gulps.
Seto, who was inspecting a window frame made of candy cane, turned to his brother. He gave a delighted scream when he got a face full of cream. Wiping his face off and licking the cream off his face he grinned happily and licked his hands. Mokuba...!" he said with a childish innocent excitement. "We're RICH!"
They both gave screams of joys and started to devour the house. Mokuba heaved out a peanut brittle brick and dipped it in the cream. He munched hungrily on it, making a tantalizing crackle-CRUNCH as he munched on it. He spread the marshmallow "cement" on it and licked it of hungrily, making moaning sounds of joy.
Seto observed a chocolate bunny hop finally crash into a swarm of marshmallow chicks. They stuck to the bunny and the whole animal sweet fell limp and rolled toward Seto. He blinked and picked it up slowly wondering if it would be barbaric to eat it. He licked it gently, shyly. It seemed delicious and good enough. He smiled and took a brave bite, savoring the mix of marshmallow and chocolate. He moaned at how good it tasted finishing it up with big chomps. He suddenly hear Mokuba give another cry. He had hit the "insulation" which was made of bright blue cotton candy.
The children ate and ate, filling their bellies to near bursting until they had created a sizeable hole in the house. Twilight had begun to fall, and the gentle yet cold North Wind breathed on the children, giving them chills.
The footsteps stopped and a figure poked out casting a shadow on the terrified children. They slowly turned around and peered up. What met their eyes, would certainly haunt them for the rest of their lives. They regret to this day, that they didn't run away. The horror that met them that night, would fill them with such fright. Their foolish trusting souls, would sour their lives forever.
What they saw seemed to be a tall woman dressing in a big billowing black robe. The hood was not pulled up and her long wild white hair flew every which way, making her look like some sort of evil tyrant. Her chest was flatter than a plank, leaving reason to believe that "she" could have easily been a man. But in the children's eyes, long hair like that combined with a "dress" equaled a lady. A lady that seemed to be an evil old witch!
Seto and Mokuba screamed as the witch looked down on them. They were far too fat to run, all they could do was yell and wait for doom. The witch reached into her robe and pulled out something that seemed long. Seto and Mokuba held each other screaming louder certain she was taking out her wand to turn them into frogs.
There was a rickety KRRCH! And the children stopped screaming. They opened their eyes at last and gasped. "The witch" had merely lie a candle and was peering at them curiously with her large piercing eyes as she shook the match.
"Ah. Some children!" she said.
"One who's six and one whose ten." Looking to Mokuba then Seto respectively.
"H-How did you know?" said Seto in surprise. The witch smiled.
"It is in the eyes." She said.
"and you just told me, cream pie." Said the witch with a wink.
Once again, with the witch's voice it seemed almost obvious that it was a man. In fact, it was certain. There was no mistake in that smooth rough British accent. The "witch" was certainly a male. He was so effeminate though, that the children still assumed he was a she. The witch looked down from the hole in his wall to children below.
"I see you two sure had some fun." He said with amusement as he took a loose brick out and set it aside.
"As for hard feelings, I have none."
Mokuba shuffled nervously and looked up with sad eyes. "We're sorry..." he muttered, looking away in shame. "We din no someone wus livin heyah...we was so hungwe..." he said almost about to cry.
"Oh little one, do not fret." said the witch patting Mokuba's head lightly. He closed his eyes and hummed mystically. The witch smirked and opened his eyes then.
"Your names are Mokuba and Seto Kaiba, I bet."
Seto gasped and grabbed Mokuba shuffling back in fear. He pointed rudely. "Witch!" he yelled. "Stay back!" warned Seto, heaving himself up to stand on two feet. The witch laughed, it sounded evil and haunting, a laugh that made Seto shake like never before. He began to explain.
"Seto why must you be rude?
Calling me witch is somewhat crude.
I know your names, I shall give you mine
Call me Bakura and I shall do no crime."
"B-Bakura?" stuttered Mokuba shaking. He stood on his own feet while gripping Seto. Bakura smiled.
"Fair Kaiba brothers, I know you are lost,
But for eating my house, I'm afraid there's a cost...
Come in and stay, that's all that I ask.
There's light and heat for you to bask.
Come in! Come in! Rest your feet.
I'll make you something good to eat."
Bakura's strange way of speaking was soothing to the children and they felt comforted somewhat by him. By now though, Seto and Mokuba were bloated from eating too much. Though it shouldn't have, their stomachs actually protruded. Mokuba gave a small gasp as his stomach began to gurgle. Seto began to sway and groan as well and their faces paled as they bent over in shame and embarrassment. "C-Can we use the bathroom Miss Bakura...?" he asked shuddering.
Bakura looked perplexed. Then he smiled.
"Wait a minute before that young sir.
and I'm no miss, I'm a mister;
I know my hair and slim figure makes it perplexing
but when people assume it is quite vexing.
Your bellies may hurt from being too greedy,
but at least now you won't be as needy."
The children listened intently and nodded in understanding foolishly trusting Bakura even though they now knew he wasn't a female. They rushed into the house eagerly, toddling around the house to get in though the front door. Bakura grinned and snickered lowly, his face turning over a dark look. "Heh heh heh..." he snickered and muttered to himself.
"The candy house is such a snap
to fetch more children into my trap
Seto and Mokuba say I was a witch
and I think 'Oh! Son of a bitch!'
They are not far off when that they say
For they know not I am a demon that is gay.
A demon that preys on cute little boys
and makes them scream with my marvelous toys.
Others I'm sure will scorn me in disgust and fright.
But I am afraid they know not of my plight.
Older men don't tickle my fancy
Neither do young girls or a siren named Nancy
I must have much sex to survive
and young clueless boys are always in supply.
For an incubus pedo, I am strong and proud
making my victims float on clouds.
My Candy House cleans them out
So when I prepare them I do not pout.
Something as natural, I do not want to see
An awful sight as that would be too big a fee
A simply fuck until their death and be merry.
Seto and Mokuba...I shall pop your cherries..."
With that, Bakura gave a victorious haughty laugh and retreated into the house to cook a delicious meal to arouse the children's interests. In more ways than one.
-End of Part One-