inazumame1997 The chills were meant to feel real. Thank you so much for reviewing, I love it. :)
From here on out, I'm tossed as to whether SK is OOC, but I've coped by telling myself it's within reason given the current plot. If it gets to be too much let me know. I won't rewrite it, but I'll at least know ^^ Thanks so much for reading! BB
I don't own yugioh, (Or DW for that matter)
The shaggy dog slowly stood, shaking off the tumble he'd taken when he'd been thrown out the door of the shop. For several minutes, he whimpered, pacing the door, trying to get back in. When it became clear he wouldn't be able to gain access to the shop with out help, he looked around. Someone had to be near. Putting his nose to the ground, he caught the scent of his mistress, with one more. He knew that scent, and he knew where it led. Turning his bright eyes up, he caught sight of the shining tower in the distance and took off for it.
The brunet man sighed for the what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes. He'd came to get a few things done before returning home, but he couldn't focus. He ran a hand through his hair, groaning as he sat back in his lush office chair. His mind turned to that kiss and a smile curled his lips. 'She is cute.' He thought, thinking back to his brother's words upon his return from his recent trip.
"Where did you crawl out of?" Asked the older brother as the teen crawled into the limo. "I fell asleep at James' shop." Said Mokuba, digging into the bag he carried and offering a bagel to the tired CEO. "Why'd you do that?" "I didn't mean too. We were watching Doctor Who and I dozed off. She let me stay." "That was nice of her..." "Yea... it was." Mokuba turned his stare to his brother, lips turning up in a smile. "She's a nice person." "I suppose." Replied the blue eyed man as he took the bagel and moved to take a bite. "She's also single." Bright blue eyes flicked up, only to see a smirk on the boy's face. "And how did that come up?" "I asked her. Just like you should ask her to dinner." "Oh please Mokuba." Said the older brother, a frown on his face as he took another bite from the bagel. "I'm serious. She's cute." "So?" "So?! When's the last time you even kissed a girl, let alone got laid?" Bright eyes turned shocked as he looked at his brother. "How is that even your business?" The teen shrugged as they pulled into the parking garage for the office. "It's not... Just saying... Can't if you don't try..."
A snort left the man's nose as he stood, moving to look out the massive wall of windows that lined his office. The city was asleep for the most part, leaving only the lights to shine in the darkness, with the occasional car to sweep by. Crossing his arms, he sighed once more, thoughts returning to a nerdy book keeper and her odd dog. 'I wonder who trained him to pick out books? Was it her?' Bright eyes caught movement on the sidewalk and strained to see the source. It was quickly seen that it was a dog of some sort. Quick to pass it off as a wandering stray, the CEO was about to turn away when it stopped and sat down. A string of barks left the animal's lips, and the brunet felt an odd tickle, almost like the animal was looking at him. Frowning at the odd behavior, he studied the creature once more, and a wave of recognition ran through him. He knew that dog.
"Apollo." Instantly the dog was crossing the dead street and approaching the blue eyed man, barking and prancing. "What are you doing here? How did you get out?" Grabbing a mouthful of the man's coat, he tugged on it, a deep growl leaving him as he urged the human to follow. "Alright... alright I'm coming." Another bark left the dog as he took off back towards the shop at a run. He would stop every few hundred feet and look back, a hard bark leaving the canine as he looked at the blue eyed man. It was clear he wanted to return with a sense of urgency. Upping his pace to a jog to keep up, the brunet ran the path to the bookstore. When he approached, he instantly sensed something wasn't right. The door was wide open, the dog running inside instantly, barking madly. Moving to catch up, he went inside. The animal was on the second floor, barking to keep the man following before turning to finish his accent to the top floor.
Whining and wet licks across my face would bring me too. I heard another join me in the room and the second I felt hands on my form, adrenaline kicked in and I shoved myself away. "James, it's okay, it's me. It's Seto." The ringing in my ears dimmed and I felt myself breathe. I knew that voice. Hands tore at the bindings around my wrists and the second I could break them I grabbed desperately at the tape on my lips. Ripping it off, I gasped for air, and promptly vomited. By the time I finished, my whole body shook like a leaf. Sitting back, I curled up, arms wrapping around my knees. "James..." His touch, gentle as it may have been, was too much in that moment, and I shoved it back. "Please... Please don't touch me, I can't see you..." I said quietly. "Alright... alright." He leaned up and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, lighting the loft enough for me to see the figures around me, even if they were nothing but blurry shapes. "Here..." I felt the cool metal of my glasses and quickly put them in place. Shapes defined, and I felt genuine relief at the sight of the blue eyed man. A sob escaped my throat, and I wept my relief. It was over. This time when he touched me, the fear had eased, and I let him pull my form into his. Shifting out of his jacket, I felt the warmth as he wrapped me in it. Soft words of safety would come from his lips as I tried to stop the tremors. Piece by piece, bit by bit, I felt my mind return. Actual thought started to work it's way in. I still felt drugged, but after I'd purged my stomach it didn't feel so overwhelming. "How did you find me?" I whispered, voice broken from crying. "Apollo." I sniffed and lifted my head from it's spot buried in the CEO's chest.
The dog was watching, a clear look of concern in those bright brown eyes. My shaking hand came out and he instantly came over to lick it. "That's a good boy." I whimpered, pressing my face into that shaggy coat in a grateful embrace. The dog whined and licked my hands. I felt another sob leave me, but I took several deep breaths to calm myself once more. "James what happened? Who did this?" Asked Seto softly. I shook my head and sniffed, a look of resolve coming over my face. "I need a shower. I can't... I can't do this just yet." "Wait, James you can't, we need to call the police." "No cops." I said firmly as I moved to stand, my knees shaking. "You need too-" "You don't know what I need!" I snapped. It's the only time I'd ever been short with him, and it clearly caught him off guard. "If you wanna help... get me to the shower. If not... get out. I'll do it by myself." My voice shook, but my message was clear. Standing, the man took my arm and helped me to the bathroom. The rug I normally kept in front of the tub was shoved back, and the curtain had been yanked down, no doubt from when Apollo had been forced inside. "Here is fine..." I said, moving to sit on the toilet seat. "Are you going to be okay?" "I'll be fine... can you go lock the door? I don't know where my keys are..." I was still a bit dazed. "I'll find them. Call if you need me." He stepped out and shut the door behind him. I sat there for a long moment and tried to collect myself. Nothing was lining up right, but it may not for a while. Leaning forward, I started the water.
My body was covered in dark bruises, my hair had knots in it, and my glasses were bent. Those were physical, but I knew they would all mend. I stayed in that boiling shower and scrubbed my skin until it blushed pink, even though I knew the dirty feeling I had was purely mental. My mind was clearing more and more as time passed, and by the time I exited the shower I was able to dress myself. The vomit had been cleaned up, in what I suspected was nervous energy from my savior as he waited. Using the wall as support, I moved downstairs. The moment I came into view, the man stood and I held a hand in a clear motion to stop. Finding one of the chairs, I flopped down in it and saw a hot mug waiting for me. Taking a deep drink, I sighed, and replaced the mug on the table. Pulling my glasses off, I ran my hands over my face. "It was Jensu. The landlord." My fingers ran up my sinus' and up to my forehead. "I don't... remember a lot, he gave me something. Probably GHB or Rohypnol, they both do pretty much the same thing." I picked up my glasses and studied them, bending the bridge back into place before replacing them on my nose. "I'll probably remember more in a few days after it gets out of my system." It was strange. I'd felt so hysteric during the event, and when I was found, but now I didn't feel much of anything. I wasn't sure if I was just drained from the ordeal or if I was just numb. I suspected a bit of both. "That's why you should get help now. While you still have proof." "GHB and Rohypnol leave the body within hours." I looked up and saw a deep anger in his stare, but... it didn't scare me.
"I'm not going to the hospital, so you can just let that go." "Why? You want him caught don't you? He should pay for this." It was clear he was upset, and I found it odd he was more upset about it then I was. "He won't... the police will look into it, but in the end, it'll go on a shelf. A case of he said she said." "Look at what he's done to you!" He snarled as he stood, the sound of one of my mugs shattering against the floor had my gaze narrowed on him. "You want to know what would happen? We'd show up in that ER, wait hours to be seen, then when finally I would get in, I'd have to tell the nurse what happened. Then I'd get naked, expose myself to a doctor I don't know while I told them what happened. When the police show up, I'd give a verbal statement, which would then be followed by a written statement. They'd take my clothes, send me home and wait for testing. He used a condom, and if it was GHB by the time I would have been seen it would very possibly be gone out of my system. They'd find him, and take his statement, to which he could have just as easily said it was consensual, since my aunt and him seemed to have this... agreement for a discount on rent. Or he could just as easily say he saw me with you on a date." I looked into that bright stare. "There is no good outcome here." "You don't know that." "I do know that." "How." "Because I've done it." The chill in my tone would have him still. "In a society where rape cases go unsolved by thousands there is always room to blame the victim. What was I wearing? Did I lead him on? The door was open, I must have let him in..." "You've been..." "When I was in New York... I was grabbed and assaulted in Central Park... He told the police I'd propositioned him, and they believed him. Because I tested positive for coke." My tone was almost hollow as I recounted the story. "Never mind the fact I'd done a few lines at a party three days before. I must have been high... I was in jail for a month on Prostitution charges before the frat boys who found me came forward." I finally broke my hard stare with the man to look at my mug. "So forgive me if I'm not exactly trusting of the system... just going with what I know." He sank to his chair and fell against the back of it. "So what do we do?" "Nothing... I change the locks, put in a security system and get a restraining order and hope he follows it... that's about what I can do." "What can I do?" "Pray karma runs him over with a bus." I said darkly before looking up. "Bear with me while I deal... Might be a while before I feel up to another date."
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