Tornado: Hey people! I know that it has been a long time since I updated, but here's the tenth chapter.
DT: We actually got three more reviews.
Tornado: Originally, I was going to go along with the TV's plot to the best of my ability, but since they put Isis in the tournament, it will be more difficult. There will be modifications, but Isis will still be in the tournament.
DT: another thing mentioned was the pathetic name for the dragon.
Tornado: I know that the Blue-eyes Mega Dragon is not very creative, but at the time it sounded good.
DT: Just replace the name with one of your own, or review if you have any better suggestions.
Tornado: I don't own Yugioh, so let's get on with the fic!
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After my duel with Duke, the day seemed to slow. I wandered the streets, searching for a worthy opponent but found none. At twelve, I took a lunch break, and sat staring off into space. Many guys shot glances my way, though I refused to return their gazes. A few duelists were taking time out of their day to grab a bite to eat, but most of them were engaged in duels. I watched two rather cute guys duel from my seat. They were amateurs.
The winner of the duel stood proudly in the center, staring around for another rival. I paid my bill, and left quickly.
"You there, in the camouflage and the leather, how about you duel me?" the kid called.
"I'm out of your league," I replied. "I don't waste my time with people that I can beat in two turns."
"You're afraid to duel me!"
I spun on my heel and shot, "Mokuba Kaiba is more intimidating than you."
His face clouded with anger, but I stood my ground, waiting for his move.
"Fine! Don't duel me, chicken!"
I smirked at him before stalking away. The streets were bustling with duelists; so much talk was going around that I didn't know what was true. My cell phone rang form my pocket.
"Lireal," I snapped into the receiver.
"Tora, is that you?" a small, feminine voice asked.
"Serenity? How the hell did you get this number?"
"Your boyfriend gave it to me."
"I should have known. How are your eyes?"
"Bandaged, but the doctor said that I should be able to take them off in a day or two."
"You should be able to watch the finals then."
"Yeah. Do you have any idea what's wrong with Seto?"
"What do you mean?"
"He seemed withdrawn this morning. Mokuba did most of the talking."
"No clue, he was fine yesterday."
"Well, that was yesterday."
"He was probably just making sure that his old self was still intact. Don't worry too much about it."
"Well, it was good talking to you again. You'll have to visit me before I get out."
"We'll see what my schedule allows. Good-bye, Serenity."
"Bye!"
The line went dead. It was not unusual for Seto to be withdrawn, but with the occurrences that had already taken place, I knew that there had to be two sides to the story.
Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. I struggled against my assailant's grasp to no avail. The muscle-laden limbs were fastened there, leaving me helpless.
"Hey, baby," a deep voice whispered.
I closed my eyes, and prayed that I was dreaming. "Keith?"
"Who else. I've come to reclaim what should have been mine a long time ago."
"It was never yours," I shot.
"That's where you're wrong, it was always mine."
He licked my neck causing me to squirm even harder. He laughed before suckling on my neck. I felt his erection growing behind me. /Somebody! Anybody! HELP ME!/ It was no use. I was doomed to the actions that would be bestowed upon me.
"She always this way?" a different voice asked.
"Yeah," Keith answered, taking a breath. "She was. You guys can have a piece of her when I'm done."
Panic flared inside of me. I refused to be raped again. I seized his arm, which had worked its way around my neck, and jerked forward with all my might. Keith rolled over me, falling to the ground. He sprung up, but I dodged him. This time two sets of arms clamped around me. /Damn him for traveling in a group!/
"We'll take our time with you now," one of them whispered.
Suddenly, I felt a power rise inside of me. I closed my eyes and focused all of the energy into my muscles. I flung my forward, sending my two unknown assailants into Keith. They were rising to fight again, and then I lost control. Somehow a sphere of black formed in my hand, and was sent in their direction. The last thing I remember was hearing a crashing sound because after that, I fainted.
I felt a warm cloth being laid on my head, and my eyes shot wide open. I was lying in my room at the hotel. Two maids were standing over me, looking rather concerned. I took in my surroundings to see if I was alone. There was no one else.
"How did get here?" I asked weakly.
"Mister Rinehart brought you back miss," the blonde maid answered. "He said that you were laying in an alleyway."
It all came back to me. /My god, my head hurts like hell./
"Could you leave please. I have a splitting headache, and I'd like to get some rest."
The two nurses nodded before leaving. I sat there for a few minutes in complete silence. /What was that power that came over me? It was almost like it took control. What the fuck could that have been?/ A knock came.
"Who is it?" I asked, knowing that if it had been Seto he would have barged right in.
The door creaked open a bit to reveal the blonde Matt Rinehart. "I came to check on you. May I come in?"
I waved to the couch that was in front of me as I sat up on the sofa. He casually took the seat as though he had done it a million times before. I twiddled with my hair a bit before he spoke, "What were you doing in that alleyway?"
"It's a long story," I said heavily.
"You can tell me, I'm sure I've heard it all before."
"You've never heard a story like this."
"Try me."
"Alright, a little less than six months ago I dated a guy named Keith, Bandit Keith."
"You what?!"
"Yeah I know. Actually I think that I was high or drunk when I agreed to date him, but that doesn't matter. The point is that I dated him. Anyway, the first few weeks were fine. He was about as nice as I could have expected him to be, but deep down, I knew that all he could do was hurt me. I ignored this feeling, and went on with my life. That was my first mistake.
"A month after we started dating, he began to be more forceful with his sexual implements. I shrugged this off, figuring that he was getting frustrated because I wasn't "turning out". That was my second mistake.
"Two weeks later, we went out to a party, and we had a blast. I had a drink or two, and I noticed that Keith hadn't drunk anything. That raised my suspicions, but I was having too much fun to really care. Anyway, he offered to allow me to spend that night at his house. The alcohol was clouding my vision, so I said yes. That was my final mistake.
"He took me to his house, but this wasn't a friendly stay. He forced me to sleep with him, and now he won't let it go, even now that we're broken up."
"So he raped you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"What!" a strong voice demanded from the doorway.
Both of us spun to see Seto Kaiba standing in the doorway glaring at me infuriately. "Please tell me that the story you just told was indeed a story."
I closed my mouth, which had apparently fallen open in my shock, and stared at the floor. I heard his breathing become softer, but his footsteps never commenced. Matt got up, and walked out the door without saying good-bye, but I knew that Seto hadn't taken notice that he was there. The door closed softly, and he strode over to the sofa. He hesitated before taking a seat beside me, and wrapping his arms around my body. There was a familiar dampness to his face that I felt when he buried it in my shoulder. He sat there holding me tight like he would never let go. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I forced them down. Abruptly, he pushed me away, but it was so gentle. He stared at my face as his hand caressed my cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me," he whispered.
"I didn't want you to know."
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"No. I have to fight this battle on my own."
His gaze flickered to the floor as he sighed heavily. He gave me one last hug before leaving me to my thoughts. I gazed off into space allowing my weary eyes to grow heavy. Soon I passed out, landing softly on the couch.
The second day was my day to really get down to work. I awoke at dawn, and began to prepare for my harsh day. My goal: crush Keith in a humiliating duel. I was set in revenge. I dressed in a black leather sleeveless that was designed just like the red one that I had worn the day before. My black baggy pants had combat boots underneath of them. Instead of throwing on a jacket, I pulled on black gloves with the fingers cut out of them. They ran up the length of my arm, stopping mid-bicep. I put on my black eyeliner and eye shadow before strolling out the door.
Main Street was already crowded with duelists. I passed many that I normally would have challenged in an instant, but I was set in my resolve. I glared at anyone who dared to look my way, shielding myself from all unwanted attention.
"Tornado! Tornado! Wait up!"
I stopped upon hearing Matthew Rinehart's voice. He caught up to panting slightly.
"What o you want?" I asked harshly.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to duel me?" he replied, shrugging off my bitterness.
"Sorry for my cruelty, I'm not myself today."
"That's understandable. After what happened to you yesterday I can understand."
"I'll duel you. We duel for two locator cards. Deal?"
"Deal. Time to Duel!"
The holographic projectors shot out to the sides, providing me with a temporary distraction. /Damn those are cool!/ I checked my life points to find that they were set at 4000. Matt seemed to prepare himself while I waited impatiently.
"Are you going to move or what?"
"I play the Mystical Elf [800/2000] in attack mode."
"Is that the best you got? I play Battle Ox [1700/1000] in attack mode. Battle Ox attack his Mystical Elf!"
The half human/ox slashed through the pristine blue woman on the opposite side of the field causing his life points to drop to 3100.
"Shame your elf couldn't have stayed with us longer. I would have loved to ask her who did her hair," I replied sarcastically.
"I didn't think that punks asked for beauty tips, but let's continue."
Our battle waged on for about twenty minutes. Matt was no match for my Battle Ox after I added a graceful dice to his attack strength. Matt accepted his defeat with ease, and handed over his locator cards without hesitation. I declined his offer to give me his rarest card, allowing a bit of my persuasive side to come out.
We were chatting quietly when footsteps caught our attention. They were light and airy, like a dancers steps. I felt an energy being radiated from the direction of the steps.
"What is it Isis?" I asked.
"I must speak with you about something. Please forgive my intrusion."
"Forgiven. Now what is this thing that you must speak to me about?"
"Tornado, Marik is closer than I originally thought to acquiring all three Egyptian gods and the Millennium puzzle. We must ensure that he does not obtain your pendant as well."
"Isis, I thought that we had gone through this. The pendant is safe with me at the moment, and I plan not to separate with it any time in the near future."
"That will not matter. If Marik controls the pendant as well as the pharaoh's power, there's no telling what he could accomplish."
I was about to answer when three cloaked figures approached us. Isis seemed to draw me closer to her, shielding me from the men. They stood, keeping us encircled.
"Where is the pendant of Osiris?" the tallest one asked.
"We'll never give it to you, so you can tell my brother that if he wants it, he can come and get it," Isis declared.
"oh, I think that you'll give it over easier than you think."
"Tornado, run!" Isis yelled.
I took off between the gap that the two other goons had left, and ran for my life. I could hear their footsteps behind me, which only caused me to run faster. Finally, I saw the Kaiba Corps building up ahead, and darted inside. I was panting heavily as I leaned against the wall. That was when I knew. I had to get rid of my pendant.
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Tornado: again sorry for the gap between chapters. I ran out of ideas and I started school.
DT: This may actually turn out to have a plot.
Tornado: I told you, it takes three million years to get to the action. R&R.