Okay, this starts out with a dream, in case you don't realize it. But, like, yeah. OH! And you learn a little about Judai's dad. It's not much, but it's kinda supposed to be a little important, so just, like, read and enjoy, man. Actually, you get to learn more and more about Judai's father the further along we go in this story. Split-second decisions are cool, right? Anywho, enough rambling. Here da story!

ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Yugioh GX. if she did, it would be filled with yaoii and sex. like this fic!!!

He looks around, seeing nothing but the darkness that he had been hurtled into. He had gotten in by his own choice, but through another's doing. He sits up. It was then that he realizes that he was completly naked. Shirt, jacket, pants, underwear, shoes, socks, and even his glasses could not be found on his body or anywhere near where he was sitting. He wraps one of his arms around his torso and another in front of his groin, trying to keep whoever was around him, if there was anyone around him, from seeing his naked body. He shivers. It was neither cold nor warm where he was, but it was terrifying. The darkness kept him from working out the dimentions of the place. That created an air of closeness and openness at the same time. Chlaustrophobia set in on him and he curled himself into the fetile position.

A rush of air and a nearly unnoticable noise sliced the atmosphere around him. Fear froze him with the exception of the shaking that chattered his teeth. He felt something loom behind him. Slowly, he turned to see what was there. He couldn't see much. Just that it was of large stature and that it had raised a taloned hand high above his head. His eyes grew as the claws fell fast on his form, tearing a huge peice of flesh and muscle and bone off of him. He fell to the ground, bleeding uncontrollably but feeling no pain whatsoever.

He saw their outlines as they circled around him at an immeasurable pace. Tears fell from his eyes. He did not want to die. He wanted to go back home and be with his mother and father and brother and his friends. He wanted to have been courageous enough to tell him how he felt. He wanted to go back in time and tell his brother that he didn't want to go, that he was afraid to. Or, if not that, be able to tell Judai that he loved him before he was sacrificed. Teeth tore off another part of him. He didn't feel pain, only bloodloss and tears.

I bolt upright in my bed. I look at a nearby clock. It's three in the morning.

I lay back down, my head being cushioned by my fluffy pillow. I sigh and try to fall asleep again. After a while, my eyes open again. The clock says three fifteen. I sit back up again. I draw my knees up, the sheets coming with them, and lay my arms and chin on my bent limbs.

I had another dream about them. The Sacred Beasts. I rub my eyes. The dreams are almost always the same. I'm in the darkness and I don't know what's happening. I also never feel anything when they start eating me. I feel my right shoulder, just to make sure it is still there. It is. I sigh, my breath shaking as it comes out. I can't remember the last time I have ever been so scared before I was nearly sacrificed. If Onii-san had decided I wasn't good enough, if he felt like I was right and wanted to respect my wishes, if he didn't want to go to bed with Judai, I would have had to live through that nightmare over and over again.

I reach for my glasses. Then I turn on my side-table lamp. I'm finally back at my home, in the room I've slept in for all my life. I know every last bit of this room like the back of my hand. My computer is in the corner that has the window that looks out to the backyard. There is a door on the wall that leads to Onii-san's room. I remember sneaking through that door when I was really little and afraid. I would wake him and ask if I could sleep with him. Onii-san would always let me sleep with him, until he turned ten. By that time, I would just crawl into bed with him, assuming that he would just let me sleep with him. One night, he pushed me out of his bed. I tried again, this time asking him. He looked at me, angry, and simply said, "Sho, sleep in your own freaking bed."

I did what he said. Ever since, that door has been locked from his side.

I get out of my bed, feeling the plush carpet under the soles of my feet. My brother is in there now. Sleeping. I walk over to the door. I turn the knob, but it's locked. Of course. Why do I try to do this? I know it is locked, but I still try. Just like with Judai. I know that I can't have him, I can't be with him, but I still chase after him. Like at the party last night. When he kissed me, I should have pushed him off. I shouldn't have hugged him. I shouldn't have cared when I found out that Makoto had gone downstairs and beaten him up. But I did care. Not because Makoto got in trouble, but because the one I loved was hurt. I was actually angry at Makoto. I should have been thanking her. But I couldn't.

I walk over to the computer and sit down. I turn it on and, as soon as it was completely booted, open Word Processor. For the next five hours, I do nothing but type and type and type.

Judai's POV

"Why would she beat you up?" my mother asks as she sits at our dinning room table. I flip the pancake. My mom may suck at cooking, but somewhere in my genes--whether it be my father's or my grandfather's or my grandmother's--I was gifted with the ability to not burn anything.

"She was Sho's cousin" I explain. I place the steaming pancake on the pile that had been growing steadily for the past fourty-five minutes. I pour the last of the batch onto the sizzling skillet. The hissing noise of liquid-on-extreme-heat voiced its way across the apartment. My mother gets out of her chair and enters the kitchen. She opens the door and gets out the maple syrup, butter, whipped cream, straberries, chocolate syrup, and blueberries in one trip. She closes the door with her hip. She puts the condiments on the table and traverses back to the kitchen and gets the plates and silverware out.

"Do you think that he asked her to do that?" my mother suggests.

"Sho would never do that!" I defend my friend immediately. I seem to have frightened my mother. I sigh. "Sho and I were the best of friends. He may not believe we are now, but he would never intentionally ask someone to hurt another person. He's too shy to."

My mother shakes her head. She mumbles something. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing" my mother answers. She finishes setting the table and sits back down at the table. I stare at her sadly. She is smiling so widely that it kind of scares me. My mother looks away, hiding her frown with her hand. I turn back to the pancakes that are being cooked and flip them. In five minutes they are finished and I am carrying the plate of twelve or fifteen pancakes to the table. My mother smiles and nods at me. "It smells delicios, Judai" she compliments. She takes five and places them on her plate. I stare at her, waiting for her to finish making her pancakes perfect. She looks up at me and asks, still smiling, "Is something wrong honey?"

I sit silent for a moment before asking, "What was my father like?"

My mother is silent. I've never asked this question before. She's never talked about him before. I tried my grandfater, but he told me that I was better off without him. I asked my aunt, but she had never even known that my mom was dating before she found out my mom was pregnant. But I just think that it's fair that I at least know how he treated my mother. My mother rests her knife and fork and sighs. She placs her elbows on the table and leans her forehead on her fisted hands. "I hoped I would never be faced with this question" she whispers. My mother looks at me. "What would you like to know?"

I lump shifts in my throat, making my Adam's apple quiver. "How did you two meet?" I ask.

My mother nods. It's a simple question and story. Something she could handle. "When I was fourteen, I worked as a baby sitter for a woman who was young and had about five children. He was her next-door neighboor and sometimes he'd help me watch them. He could drive, so he would take us to the park or the pool or something like that. He would drive me home or walk me home. He was so nice to me that when it was raining so hard one day and he invited me into his house until the storm was over, I just couldn't say 'no'." My mother sighs. She looks at the wall, falling back into that moment. "To make a story short, if I hadn't agreed to staying at his house, you would never have been born."

"Was that the night that I..."

"Was conceived?" my mother finishes. She shakes her head. "No. It took six months before he and I first did it, and he always used a condom." My mother holds up one finger. "Except for once." She sighs. "That night, it broke when he was taking it out of the wrapping and I just told him it didn't matter." My mother looks at me, smiling while a tear runs down her face. I pick up my knife and fork and start shovelling food down my throat as fast as I can. I don't want to look at my mother when she gets like this. She's looked at me like that a lot ever since I told her I wanted to be a famous duelist. I don't get it and I never will.

Five seconds after I have placed my knife and fork back on the table, the phone rings. I get up and run to the phone, leaving my mother sitting in her chair. I already have a suspicion on who it might be, and I am correct. "I'm glad to see that you are awake" Ryo says after I say hello. My face heats up, and I hear my mother "ooooh". I put my hand over the receiver and say to her, "Shut up!" I uncover my hand and say, "My mom made me make breakfast for her."

Ryo laughs. "I didn't know you cooked" he tells me.

"He makes some of the best food I have ever tasted!" my mother shouts, apparently able to hear what Ryo said. "You should come over and have dinner on a night that I work late!"

"Mom!" I shout at her.

Ryo is laughing in his sexy, seductive way. "My mother is the same. I haven't told her about us, yet."

I frown. "Why? Does she not know?"

"She does, I just...well, I think Sho already told her" Ryo answers.

"Oh" I say. I feel a little bad. Was Sho so sad that he had to go to his mother? I push this out of my mind when I realize that Ryo is talking. "Wh-What did you say?" I ask.

"I asked if you would like to come over later. Maybe around seven or something?" I nod my head, smiling as I did. I realize that Ryo can't see me, so I verbalize my acceptance. Ryo gives me the details and kisses me off. The phone line cuts off and I'm standing where I am, shaking. My mother comes up behind me and attacks me with a hug. "When do I drop you off?" she asks.

Sho's POV

I'm still typing at my computer when my mother comes in, dressed in a black cocktail dress and sticking diamond studs in her ears. I barely notice her other than the change of light in my room. I had gotten off the computer in the morning and at noon to eat and occasionally to use the bathroom, but I ate as fast as I could without choking and made the restroom trips as short as I possibly could. I've been too engorssed with what I'm doing to even turn on the light, which is what my mother does. That's how I know she's in the room.

I feel her kiss my cheek. "What are you typing?" she asks me. I mutter an answer. She understands and smiles. My mother ruffles my hair. Normally, I would be angry at her for doing that, but now I don't really care. "Would you let me read it when you're done?" she asks. I nod. My mother seems shocked, but smiles. I have never let anyone in my family, not even Makoto, read anything that I have written. I was thinking, back when I lived with Judai, to show him some of the things that I had written. I decided not to in the end, figuring that the stories I had written were too personal. I was afraid that he would know what I was writing about almost instantly. No matter how dense Judai may be, he is still able to think. My mother kisses me on the head again. "We'll be back by midnight." My mother leaves the room so that she could go out to a cocktail party her boss is throwing. She's taking with her Dad and Uncle Jeremiah and staying out pretty late.

Mom closes the door and I look at the built-in clock that my computer has. It reads six o'clock.

I have finally pulled myself away from the computer screen long enough to eat again. I've gotten a headache, so I'm giving myself a break from staring at a computer screen. I pull the cup of insta-noodles out of the microwave and blow on the steam that comes off of the noodles. I take a fork and head into the living room. I turn on the television and start watching the news. I can't keep my mind on it, though. Amost instantly my mind wanders to the next plot twist in the story, something I need to change, a different word, an altered sentence. I've never been this engrossed in something I've written before. I assume that if anyone passed by me, they would assume I was hypnotized from the way I'm just staring so blankly at the moving pictures on the television screen.

"Sho." I turn my head to Onii-san. He's wearing nice clothing, as if he was going out somewhere to meet someone important. He's staring at me with crossed arms. I stop eating and answer, "Yes, Nii-san?"

"Judai is coming over" he tells me. My heart stops beating for a moment. "I want you to stay out of our way, okay? No coming into a room we are in, no speaking to us, no trying to spy on us. Do you understand?"

I stare at the white carpet. It doesn't surprise me that my brother would invite Judai over when our parents aren't in. Our parents would throw a fit if they heard him and Judai making love. At least they had never walked in on Onii-san like I have. That is a mortifying experience.

In all my life, and in all of Onii-san's social history, I've walked on him three times. The first time, he was with a girl. I was coming up to ask him whether or not he wanted pizza for dinner, since our parents were out that night. I had opened his door and saw him over a girl from his class, his hips moving backward and forward, his shoulder blades nearly busting out of his back. I stayed the whole time he and she were doing it, too interested to leave but too horrified to stay. I eventually tore myself away and ran for my room.

The second time I walked in on Onii-san, it was with a guy. I had heard noise from upstairs and decided to check it out. I had cracked the door open to see the same thing as the first time I walked in on Onii-san, but only there was a guy underneath him. And instead of feeling horrified, I felt...turned on. I had torn myself away from the sex before they ended, unlike the first time. Only because I had gotten a boner and didn't know what I would have told my brother when he saw my tent. That's when I discovered the horrible truth of my sexuality, something that I had been both a gift on some fronts and a curse on others.

I look up at my brother now. He was going to try to get Judai to have sex with him again. He'd done it before in my room, why not in his room where it should rightfully happen? I ask, "When is he coming over?"

"In about ten minutes" Onii-san tells me. That means I need to be out of the room as soon as I possibly could. I tell him that as soon as I'm done my dinner, I'll leave. Onii-san glares at me and walks out of the room. I look at the cup of noodles that I had made. I've only gotten through half of it. Tears choke my throat. I don't feel like eating any more. I don't feel like doing anything at the moment, except typing on the computer. I throw away my noodles and head to my room.

Judai's POV

My mother drops me off yelling at me through the window. "I'll be back at ten!" I walk up to the door as fast as I can, but before I reach the door, my mother screeches, "Make good choices!" I freeze and don't move until I hear her drive away. I shake my head. I continue walking up to the door where Ryo opens it as soon as I touch the porch. He's smiling, and that makes me blush. I smile back and push my hands into my pockets. Ryo kisses me on the list and pulls me into his home.

"Sorry about my mom" I say.

Ryo shakes his head. "She seems exactly like you."

I nod. "My grandad says the same thing." Ryo leads me to the couch and shows me some of the videos that he has in his home. I agree to one and he puts it on. He turns off some of the lights and pulls me into a one-armed embrace and pulls me to his chest. I smile and blush, but again, the way he holds me doesn't seem like it's right. Like something is missing. I ignore the feeling and enjoy watching the movie in the dark.

Ryo kisses down my bare chest. His hands run up and down my arms. My eyes are closed and my arms can't seem to move from my side. His hands leave my arms and fiddle with the button and the zipper on my pants. I sigh and relax as his tongue dives into my belly button. I twitch when he moves his mouth from my abdomen to my neck. There, he kisses and bites and leaves little territory markers. I'm his territory and my body is his plaything. My eyes slide open a little. Ryo has stripped himself naked and is doing the same thing to me right now. "Wait" I say. Ryo looks up at me. "Ryo," I whisper, "do you love me?"

I don't know why I asked him that. I just want to know. Somehow, it just makes the act better if I know that he loves me and would always love me. Ryo smirks. Not smiling, but smirking. That alone tears my heart and I don't even listen to the lie I know he's telling me. I can't stop him from taking off my boxers and lifting my legs. I can't stop my arms from embracing him and my body reacting to his stimulation the way it always will react. And I can't stop my tears from falling over the sides of my face and onto the pillow below me.

Sho's POV

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I hate that noise.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I hate that noise.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Dear God, make it stop, please!

I stand up and run out of my room. I haven't even saved the progress I've made in my story. I just need to get away from that noise. Downstairs it is not as bad, but I can still hear it. I hold my hands to my ears. I sit on the couch and put my head between my legs. I've never liked the noise of my brother making love to someone, but I've always been able to handle it. But not now. Never when it's Judai that Onii-san is doing this to. Never when it's someone that I like. Not when it was Pippa and I had that crush on her. I've never liked it and I never will.

"Make it stop, please" I plead. Tears starts falling down my cheeks and staining my glasses and face.

I wait a minute, then take my hands off of my ears. I sigh. They've stopped. They've finally stopped. My bottom lip trembles before forming a smile. I wipe my eyes and remove my glasses. I take out a tissue from the box nearby and start to wipe down the lenses. I place them back on the table and curl up on the couch. I blink, suddenly tired. Emotional blows are worse than physical or mental blows. Emotional blows rest on your soul for as long as you have it. Mental blows, though, you can forget and physical blows you can heal.

My eyes close and my hands curl up under the pillow that I have found. I dig my cheek into the softness and I gradually begin to nod off. Just as sleep has nearly embraced me and taken me away, the doorbell rings. I twitch, not wanting to move. The doorbell rings again. I sit up and rub my eyes. The doorbell rings three more times by the time I get over to the door and open it. On the stoop is a beautiful young woman with thick brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. I squint up at her, since I have forgotten my glasses, and determine that she is here to pick up Judai.

"Hello" she says with a nice smile. "Are you Sho?"

I nod. "Yes. Are you here for Judai?" The woman nods. I ask her to step inside while she waits. She agrees and takes off her shoes as she stands on the mat. I ask her if she is thirsty, but she insists she isn't. I shrug and wait for her to say something. I don't bother to get my glasses, since she is really only going to be here for a few minutes. The woman looks around. Eventually she turns back to me. "Sho," she says, "I know I really shouldn't be butting into his business, but I want to talk to you about Judai."

"What about him?" I ask.

"Well, nothing much," she says. "It's just, he's told me about your fight at the Academy. The one about you moving out."

I freeze. He told this woman? His...mother? Sister? Cousin? I don't know who she is to him, but that doesn't matter to me at the moment. What does matter is that she knows about the fight and she wants to talk to me about it. I gulp. "What is it?" I ask.

"Well, he seems worried about the whole thing. I mean, he cares about you and wants to make everything pleasent and fair and stuff like that. But I think he's being too giving. I mean, it seems like he'd break up with Ryo for you." My heart leaps. Would he really do that? No. He wouldn't. Even if that was true, Judai would never leave Ryo. At least, he'd never leave him for me. "I just want to ask you that, maybe, just let him enjoy being with Ryo. Maybe, you could move back to the room?"

It could be that I'm tired or it could be that I'm just stupid and prone to verbal diarhea, but I say the next thing with as much anger and ruthfulness as possible for me. "I'll move back into the room once Judai and Onii-san stop fucking in it."

The world stops. Mountains crumble. Rivers simultaneously dry up to nothing. The universe cracks apart. Everything falls apart at the magic words I have just said. "What did you just say?" she whispers. I stand as still as possible. Maybe, if I don't move, she won't notice me. It's a crappy idea, but it's the best thing I can think up at the moment. The woman takes my shoulders and yells at me. "What do you mean once they stop fucking?"

Judai walks down the stairs and steps up to the woman. He is fully clothed but his skin is gently shimmering and his hair is messed up. "Hey Mom, are you ready to go?" Onii-san walks down the stairs to witness with me the fury of Judai's mother. The vice grip that seems to nearly break Judai's arm and how she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Judai, I am so going to kill you. You are grounded for the rest of the vacation. I will never let you out of the apartment ever again. Do you hear me?" Judai is stunned and is roughly pulled out. Onii-san closes the door and looks at me.

"What did you do?" he asks me.

I stare at the ground. I don't say anything, but Onii-san doesn't need me to. He knows that I am the reason behind Judai leaving. He walks by me and leaves me to cry and sleep on the couch for the night.

And that's another chapter I can scratch off of my list. Hmmm...is it just me, or is Ryo getting crueler and crueler? Oh well. It all just builds up for his monolouge later in the story. Yes, I'm gonna give the evil man a time to talk. But it shows his side of this whole tragedy, so deal with it man.

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