Author's Note} This is my little twisted world, that originally started out based on my friend Anjel's fanfics starting with And You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse and since she writes much faster than I can read, I gave up on ever trying to finish her series and am making my own twisted world off of it. She knows. She wonders..... But I'm me. This part has a rape scene and a sort of graphic strip scene. I recomend PG-13/R rating for this chapter... But stupid ffn doesn't let you rate each chapter, so I'm here and now warning you about it. Don't complain to me later. I warned you now. Mature readers for this chapter.
Disclaimer} I don't own Sekmekt or Kayura or Dais. Or any other Ronin Warriors or YST characters. What ever anime Japanese/American tv companies air them own them, and blah blah blah. I don't own Kiri, either Kat or Anjel does, I'm not sure who.... Though if you ask her father, Kale would probably say he owned her.... ::shrugs:: Anywase, on to the story now.
"Snake Ghost"
Kiri threw her shirt off into the audience, revealing her breasts, and her small, thin stomach. Slipping a hand down her front seductively, she leaned back over a bar. Hands reached from the audience of males for her full breasts. She let them grope a minute before pulling away teasingly
The groping almost bothered her. Almost. She ached for Sekmekt, and so she'd long ago given up her body. If he didn't want her, she didn't care who did. Anyone could take her, she didn't care as long as she got money. Pay for her heartbreak, that's how she thought of it. She'd left Seth with Kat and Kale. Hopefully, he wouldn't grow up any more screwed up then he already was... Yeah right....
Kiri glanced at the clock. Five more minutes. No one would notice if she ended her shift a little early. She flipped backwards over the bar and finished the act in a seductively posed squat. Her purpleish eyes glittered emptiness under the lights as she slunk backstage behind the curtain.
A hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Be back at 10 tomorrow. And don't wear that leather shit again. You've worn it three nights in a row." The voice belonging to the hand commanded.
"Yes'm." Kiri muttered as she pulled away and headed into the dressing room. After she slipped into her street clothes, she grabbed her bag and walked out the back door.
In the shadows near her car, a figure hid. His small eyes watched Kiri as she crossed the parking lot, fumbling with her keys. A smirk crossed his thin face as Kiri dropped her keys. The man left the shadows and advanced toward her as she bent to pick them up.
Catching a glimpse of him out the corner of her eye, Kiri quickly grabbed her keys up and started searching through her pockets for her armor orb. Then she caught sight of it in the backseat of her car, on the floor. "Damn..." she muttered under her breath.
"You're Kiri. Strip by the name of the Snake Goddess if I'm correct. I've got a test for you, Ms. Snake Goddess." An evil look of desire flashed in the man's eyes.
"Yeah, so I'm Kiri. Who the hell are you?" She countered, now searching her pockets for her knife.
"I'm a scout. Checking out the competition. I was just at Mona's. Suzy's last night. I was at the Silver Dragon in the next town a couple weeks ago. Damn, that place has some hot chicks. Now, I've got to check out Shiley's, and you seem to be the main event."
"Don't. Touch. Me." Kiri tried to sound brave. She failed miserably.
"Oh, but I have to. I'm going to touch you a lot more then you want."
"Stay the hell away!" Kiri yelled and backed up. She turned to run, but before she could take a step, she felt a fist hit her square in the temple. Her indigo eyes saw only blackness, and she felt herself be caught just before she hit the pavement as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Groggily, Kiri opened her eyes painfully, some fifteen minutes later. Gods, she had a headache. And what the hell was that-
"Dammit!! Get of me!" She screamed as she realized what the pain between her legs was. The bastard from the parking lot had carried to an alley, stripped her, tied her hands to a pipe jutting out of the ground, and was now in the process of screwing her. No wonder it hurt, the asshole looked just like a sex-crazed dog.
"Gods! Get off! Please!" Kiri begged, though she knew it was pointless. He wouldn't get off till he wanted to, and to her that didn't look like anytime soon. She quit fighting; it only seemed to excite her attacker more.
Staring at the wall near the pipe, she tried hard to ignore life, especially what was happening right now. It was one thing to sleep around and get paid. Or take her clothes of for money. But rape.. She had no control over that at all.. And dammit, it hurt like hell too.
A tear slipped down her face. She hated life, and everyone in it. The human race was just a large group of sex driven non-hairy apes.
"Bastard! She said get off!" A familiar voice cut through the darkness in the alley. Moments later the man was pulled from atop Kiri and thrown into a wall. "When a lady tells you to do something, do it! Hell, the girl even said 'please'!"
Kiri squinted in the darkness, trying to figure out who had ceased her pain. It sounded like someone she knew, but she'd never made any friends in this town...
"Jackass! Who the hell you think you are?" the rapist spat as he pulled his jeans up. "Coming in here like you own the bitch."
"Doesn't matter who I am. You keep your hands of the girl. Now get the hell out of here."
Kiri watched from the ground as the man took off strolling down the alley, like it was a Sunday afternoon.
"...Bastard!" She called weakly after him. Looking around, she didn't see the other person. "Hello? Don't just leave me here!" Kiri's misty indigo eyes searched through the darkness, hoping the familiar voice hadn't just disappeared. "Please!" she begged.
"I'm right here," the voice answered reassuringly, near her head. Kiri felt the ropes around her wrists loosen, and she pulled her hands back to her body, wincing in pain. Rubbing her raw wrists, she pulled her knees to her chest, trying to cover her bruised, exposed body.
"Thank you..." she whispered, watching the figure root around in the boxes around her. "...What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for your clothes. Would you rather sit around naked? No one's going to pay you for it out here." the voice answered, harshly. He tossed the remains of her shirt to her.
"Oh... I think.. I'll wear my... clothes...." she answered softly. Slipping on her shirt, she noticed the rips up both sides.
Kiri's sweat pants landed in her lap. She didn't bother asking about underwear. It'd probably been ripped off with her shirt. She slipped the pants on painfully.
"You need to go to the hospital."
"What? Why? No I dont!" Kiri sputtered.
The figure turned from the darkness and stared at her. "You were just raped."
Staring back, Kiri knew those eyes. The same dotted-black eyes she'd loved for years. The same eyes she saw every night in her sleep.
"Sekkie....Hebi-sama...?" Kiri's own eyes flooded. "Sekmekt!?" She jumped up from her spot on the cold ground and run the short distance to him, ignoring the pain wracking her small form. "Gods, Sekmekt! It is you!!" Her arms latched around him.
'Kiri..." he started, unsure of what to do. Finally, he returned the hug, hoping to comfort her.
Kiri cried the tears that she'd kept locked up inside for years, the tears of losing Sekmekt, of leaving Seth, leaving her parents, all the pain she knew she was putting herself through, the pain from that night's rape; she cried it all.
"Back... You came back Hebi! Back... You saved me!" she sobbed into his shoulder.
"I can back *to* save you Kiri..." Sekmekt whispered back.