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Disclaimer: I do NOT Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Author's Notes: This is a really deep fic which I've rated R for a reason. Before, when I actually had put my fics up, I had one called Lust. Well, this is a sort of related to it but in a different way. Isis recalls events from the past when she was young, and it affects her in the future too. I only hope this will be a lot deeper than Lust. Also I'm putting in some of the things I was gonna put in Lust. Enjoy; review please, but no flames!

Innocence

Chapter One: Cold

The young ebony haired girl ran; she ran so fast that she was ready to collapse on the ground from her trembling knees. She wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks quickly and refused to cast her ocean blue eyes to the near black place behind her. She was going to be free from this hell, she was going to see the light of day again…she was going to breathe the normal air again.

Her foot slipped on the cold grey ground and her body came into contact. She landed violently, scraping her knees and palm. The blood gushed forth, as more tears flew from her eyes. She hissed and turned around to see that two people were approaching. She looked back in front of her to the bridge over the river she needed to cross. All she had to do was cross it and she would be free!

The young girl got up and could hear the shouting and footsteps of the men coming to capture her. She urged herself to continue, she was almost there, and she was almost in touch with freedom.

Her bronze hand reached out to the entrance of her paradise when she felt two arms hold her by the waist. They were squeezing so hard she struggled to breathe. She thrashed wildly against them in vein attempts to free herself.

"No!!" She screamed her hand reaching out to help her free.

A slap was forced on her cheek and she instantly stopped trying to break free from their hold. She let the ropes be tied around her wrists and she was shoved back to the hell she had been so desperate to escape.

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Isis hated that place. She would spit at it; destroy it even if innocent civilians lived there. It was just a place for idiotic soldiers from armies who came to choose a slave girl and bed her for the night.

She looked outside at the rain pouring down, just washing away all the pain and guilt she was feeling. Why the hell should she be feeling the pain of a million years ago?! She was the one who had to fucking feel the pain and damn suffering for years and then submit to the torture! Why was she forced to feel guilty for things that had been done to her not by her will?!

I was forced to comply with whatever my bastard father wanted!! All he used me for was a good romp in the bed and then he fucking moved on! WHY WAS I FORCED TO DO THINGS LIKE THAT?! WHY WAS I FORCED TO SUFFER THE PAIN AND AGONY OF HELL?!

She gritted her teeth together and felt the sting in her eyes. She got up from the ledge of the windowsill and looked to the fireplace. Even though it was on, she still felt the chill throughout her body. It wrapped around her refusing to let any warmth get to her body.

Isis growled and walked to the door in fury. She didn't care if it was raining, she could stand it. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she needed some air. She was mad at herself for recalling the past. She wasn't even the same person; she was Isis Ishtar now and didn't know what name she was known by back then. Hell, it was millennia ago! Why was she forced to know all about the past?!

She felt the rain wash over her. She had nothing to hide. The rain didn't wash away any shame, she didn't have any. Isis closed her door and took a deep breath into herself. If only she could go back in time so she would have never been in this situation. 

"It's fate, Isis. I'm sure it is. Fate has reborn us here for a reason and we shall follow our new destines here."

The Pharaoh had told her that a while ago. But she didn't know anymore. She was sick of following a blind destiny. She didn't believe in fate anymore. She was her own damn person!! She was going to create her destiny and make it what she wanted. Isis Ishtar was going to stay aloof from others. She would not break. Not like before.

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The eight year old girl was shoved inside the dark and dismal chamber. The door shut and she refused to turn around to her father. He had the darkest eyes she had ever seen and whenever she looked into them, he chill like a winter's day would surround her, giving her an ill disease.

She knew well what was going to happen to her. She stayed silent; her hands still bind by the ropes, cutting through her sun kissed skin. She was on her knees in her small white robe that showed off her shoulders perfectly.

Her father didn't say anything for while, but she could feel his presence behind her. He came around so he could see her face and she gulped, biting her lip and looking to the floor. Her ebony hair fell to her sides as her head faced the ground. For a moment, she thought he was going to leave her alone.

But she had no such luck as his hand tilted her chin upwards to meet his strict gaze. She didn't bother to smile; she knew it would only anger him. Instead she opted for the neutral look, seeing as how she had no choice.

Suddenly, his freezing hand slapped her across her cheek and the force was so great it sent her crashing to the wall beside her. She screamed in pain, closing her eyes tight, refusing to see her fate mapped out in front if her. But again, she felt his hands.

She couldn't help but realise how cold they were. It was as if he had been buried in snow for a long time and hadn't been set free until that day. As his hand reached for her again, she flinched and shook her head.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and stood for a while looking down at her. She was only eight but it didn't seem to matter. His hands violently snapped down her robe and she screamed when she felt the coldness of the air around her touch her shaking form.

There she was naked and freezing. She tried to resist and fight back but he had her pinned to the bed now. She cried out for mercy when he climbed upon her. He growled and clamped a hand over her mouth as he leaned closer to her face. He looked down of her body and back to her fear filled blue eyes.

Isis closed her eyes when her father above her shed the last of his own clothing and screeched when she felt him pull at the ropes on her wrists. She thrashed against him but he grabbed her wrists forcefully pushing her back against the pillow. She was weak and refusing to look at him.

There was a scream of pain that escaped the young girl as the weight of the body pushed into hers. She tilted her head back and begged all the Gods that existed in the heavens above to spare her. But the problem was she could feel an enormous pleasure within her to match the outstanding pain as well.

The motion was repeated again and again until the girl was unable to scream anymore, unable to redden her eyes anymore, unable to feel the painful ecstasy anymore and unable to pray to the Gods anymore.

She felt a void of darkness swallow her in. She cried.

It was cold.

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Yeah that was right. It was cold. That's all it was. Thank the gods I died. But why in hell did I have to be reborn? Isis thought idly while staring at the alleyway ahead. She was making her way to a certain building she wanted to visit.

As she approached she could make out a figure slumped against the wall to the alleyway and as she neared it she laughed a little.

"Well, well, well…" She said quietly to herself, "If it isn't Seto Kaiba."

Looks like the drugs and alcohol finally caught up to him. she thought to herself, leaning against the wall and looking down at him.

He had a bottle of vodka in his hand gripped so tight, Isis could see his knuckles go white. He looked up at her with the coldest set of eyes she had seen since…

"Seto, what on Earth are you doing here?" She sighed.

He didn't answer but scowled at her, taking another sip from his bottle. Isis was sick of his behaviour already. She growled and slapped the bottle from his hand, sending it crashing against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces on the ground. He stared at her evilly.

"Go away, Isis." He said threateningly.

"No," Isis said taking a deep breath and looking over his form, "I will not see left here to the Gods knows what…" She reached out but he got up himself, using the wall behind him for support.

"Whatever." He spat and staggered forward. After only a few steps he leant against the wall to keep him balanced. Isis sighed and wrapped one of his arms around her neck and walked forward towards his home, she knew well.

"Seto, learn to stop drowning your sorrows in drinking and drugs. You'll be moving on to prostitution soon and who knows where that will end up."

"Stop talking like you already know." Seto said to her angrily.

Isis closed her eyes and answered back, "But I do know you fucking bastard! I know very well!"

Tears stung in her eyes as she forced herself to continue on but she felt weak all over. She stopped and pushed him away from her. He managed to keep his balance and seemed a little more sober than he did before.

She let crystal tears freely drop from her eyes and to the ground.

"I will not be responsible for another crime. I will not!! I don't want to feel that same pain again! It just takes over and rules my life; well I don't want it anymore!! I let it happen once and had a hell of a hard time fighting it off! I will not let it return, you hear?! I WILL NOT!!"

She choked down a few sobs and wept to herself. She was bitter now. She had just recalled events from the past and was not in a good mood. Was it any wonder she had lashed out so hard?

Seto reached out and wiped away her tears with both his hands. Isis shook her head and turned around.

"I'll leave you alone." She said before walking away into the chilling night air.

Cold, freeze my soul and leave me bitter,

Cold, hug me tighter and wrap me in warm coldness

Cold, whisper to me softly and tell me I'm alone