A/N I have been watching too many horror films lately and my class is covering sex-ed in school, hence this chapter. You are warned, baaaahhaaaaaa
Nakura was looking into the brown eyes of a seriously beautiful person. She blushed and remarked, "Oh my god, you are so cute!" Her hand went flying to her mouth in realization of what she had just said and she blushed furiously.
"Thanks," the guy said like he heard that every day of his life and ran his hand through his black hair.
"So what are you doing here," she asked, flirting.
Just then she felt somebody grab her hands and put them at the small of her back. She twisted her head around and came face to face with a heavy- set guy who was bald though he was only in his late twenties and was wearing dark black sunglasses, hiding his eyes from her. She faced her head straight and looked at the cute guy, her eyes questioning him why was some fat guy was holding her like she was some prisoner? The guy smirked and it hit her like a ton of bricks.
"You're Mamoru, aren't you," she whispered softly.
The guy's grin widened in answer to her question and she lunged at him, wanting to punch the living daylights out of him. He was responsible for her best friend's death. The guy held her back and Mamoru looked on amused.
Nakura trashed from within the guy's arms, her hands and legs in a fury to get him to let go of her so she could kill him and get the crystal, reviving her best friend. "You, bastard. My best friend would have never died if it wasn't for you offering that stupid deal to her," she shouted at him.
"She was the one who accepted the deal, not me," he said, tossing an apple he had picked off the branches of the apple tree he was leaning on.
"But you knew she was going to take it," she yelled and surged forward. The guys arms fell from around her waist, leaving her free. She rushed forward and leapt at Mamoru. She sent them both toppling to the ground and Nakura landed on top of him and started punching his face. As soon as she had started punching him, she felt herself lifted off the ground and went spiraling into a tree, knocking her unconscious. Her body slumped against the tree and a gash appeared on her head, leaking out blood by the gallons. Mamoru stood up and brushed the dirt off his black trench coat and walked over to Nakura's body. He picked her up and pressed his lips to her forehead. New skin grew upon the gash, mending it and stopping the bleeding. He headed back to the house, his chunky body guard close at his heels. His body guard let him into the house and he placed her into his bedroom. He covered up her shivering form and locked the door behind him.
"Sir, would you like anything for your head?" asked a passing maid.
Mamoru rushed to the nearest bathroom, which was down the hall and looked into the mirror. His left cheek was swollen from Nakura's punches. He pressed his index finger to it and winced from the pain.
"Yeah, sure," he shouted to the hall and he heard the scurrying of feet down the hall. He walked downstairs and since his bedroom was occupied he collapsed onto a couch that sat in the hall.
"Who is she?" asked a voice from above him. Mamoru opened his eyes and sat up and saw his thug of a bodyguard standing above him. Mamoru really didn't like the guy but he had magic and he was powerful so he was stuck with him.
"She is the best friend of Ray, the girl I black-mailed into killing herself. She is the guardian of Eriol, a rival of mine," he said, sighing. He was annoyed. He was in a house of bakas.
"But why did you kill the girl and why did you capture the friend of Ray?" he asked, making a motion toward his master's bedroom.
Mamoru was starting to lose his temper and the floorboards started shaking. Like Ray, he had the ability of his moods having effects on the surroundings around him. Georgie, the bodyguard, tripped over his own feet because the board he was standing on shifted and Mamoru started laughing uncontrollably. Georgie sighed a breath of relief. His master was laughing and he wouldn't get hurt for his questions. As quick as Mamoru laughed, he had Georgie pinned to the wall, his eyes expressing no laughter. Georgie was completely at his will.
"If you should know, Ray is the most powerful sorceress in the world, only rivaled by me and Sakura. As for the girl, Nakura, well she is a prize that I want to have some fun with," he hissed, licking his lips at the thought of what hue was going to Nakura. She was so innocent and that was what made her so attractive. He released his hand from Georgie's throat and Georgie fell to the ground, breathing heavily, thankful he was alive. Mamoru paced back to the couch and flopped down on it and went to sleep. Nakura won't be waking for a few hours.
"Nakura," Eriol shouted, sitting upon Suppi's back. They had been cruising around the town for the last two hours looking at all of Nakura's usual hangouts. It was no use. They couldn't find her. Eriol motioned for Suppi to return home and they rode forward in silence. They reached Eriol's place and Eriol jumped off Suppi's back and landed softly on the ground.
"Any luck?" asked Sakura, walking over to them.
"None," Eriol replied sadly as Suppi banished his wings and transformed into his stuffed animal form. "Where are Kero and Yue?"
"Out searching," she replied and noticed Eriol's eyes turned glassy, trying not to cry.
"Are you okay?" she sked as she leaned forward and hugged him. Nakura's leaving had added more salt to his own bleeding heart.
A rush of air brushed past the hugging friends and Yue landed on the ground.
"Find anything?" Sakura asked as she released Eriol from her grasp.
"There was a power signature near the woods. I didn't recognize it," Yue said bluntly, cutting straight to the point.
"Did it feel like an empty black hole that seems to make you feel powerless?" Eriol asked.
Yue tilt his head in thought." Yeah it actually did."
"Mamoru, it's his work."
"How do you know?" asked Sakura.
Flashback
"Die," yelled an exicted six year old Eriol as he shot a wad of magic at his opponent. The boy opposite him hit the ground with is feet and an earthquake formed from under them. The quake sped at the speed of light, blink and you'll miss it, towards Eriol. He wasn't able to block it in time and he was caught in the the breaking of the ground. He managed to grab a side of the spilt of the ground and hung on for dear life. A black hole formed under him and the side was slowly crumbling.
"Stop it, Mamoru" shouted the instructor and the black haired boy reluctantly made the hole disappear and Eriol fell on a pillow that Mamoru had conquered up in mid air. They were at a training camp for wizard's and Ray had forced him, along with herself to come and learn the ways of a sorcerer.
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"So that's how you knew it was Mamoru?" exclaimed Sakura.
"He was the best sorcerer at the camp. He had a fascination with black holes and disappearing forever. Him and Ray were rivals and Ray was the only one who could match his powers. That's why he wanted her out of the picture so he could do something. But what he doesn't know is that Ray is really alive."
"But what are we going to do bout' Nakura," asked Kero.
Eriol could only shrug at the thought of what might be happening to his beloved moon guardian. He walked upstairs, ignoring all the people around him and belly-flopped on to his bed and curled up in fetal position. He needed to talk with Ray.
Nakura awoke with a splitting head-ache. She looked around at her surroundings and found she was on top of a navy blue comforter. Two soft red pillows sat under her head. Red was her favorite color. She felt at ease in her surroundings and then it came to her in a rush, her leaping at Mamoru and him slamming her against the tree. She felt her head for the gash, but it had disappeared. She heard a knock on the door and she sat up," Come in," she whispered, in no condition to escape from the room.
Mamoru walked in and said with a grin," How are you feeling?"
"Awful, you bastard," and she attempted to leap off the bed and slam him into the wall, but she underestimated her strength and her knees buckled under the sore muscles in her leg. She fell to the ground and Mamoru caught her before she fell.
"Are you okay," he asked, showing genuine concern for his captive.
"I'm fine," she said, instantly getting out of his arms and sat on the bed defiantly. She looked around the room, looking for an alternate escape route since Mamoru was blocking the door. There was a small window within the red walls, letting in the sunlight and it was too high for her to reach. She could always turn into Ruby but she didn't know if she had the strength to. Mamrou, as if reading her thoughts, which he was, slipped a small gold necklace with a silver locket with a ruby on the cover around her neck.
"This shall make you unable to transform," he said as he backed away from her.
Nakura tugged at the necklace around her neck and frantically tried to get it off. A pain ran through her hand making her cry out in pain. Mamoru grimaced at the pain it was causing her. He really didn't want to do this but he had to take his pre-cautions for what was to come, and he grinned at the thought. " Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"What," she screamed in outrage of what he was suggesting.
"You know what I said. Now take off your clothes!" he commanded.
"When hell freezes over I will," she said, defiantly.
Mamoru walked ever so elegantly and pulled off his white shirt that was clinging to his muscular chest. Nakura sucked in her breath, realizing what he had in mind. She burrowed her head into her knees. She was a virgin. She always imagined her first time to be special not by having some guy she didn't even know being the partner. She sprung up and she raced to the door, ignoring the pain in her bones. She threw herself at the door and turned the doorknob desperately. It was locked. She whimpered and turned around to see Mamoru right in her face. Even though she was in the situation that she was in, she couldn't help knowing how cute he was. How ironic. Mamoru pressed his hand to her shoulder and held her against the wall. He kissed her gently on the lips and Nakura tried to fight with every fiber of her body to resist just giving up, letting him rape her. His kiss was like some drug to her, slowly making her lose all her senses and abilities to resist. She didn't know that
he had pushed her on the bed and was slowly removing her clothes. She could feel all this, felt the pleasure that it bring, but for some reason she didn't care. She had to fight it, she knew she did, but she couldn't. She was vaguely aware of him, unhooking her bra and slowly slipping it off her....
Eriol sat up in his bed and looked around the room. He had just had a dream about Mamoru and Nakura and Mamoru was going to rape her. He licked his lips and found salted water around them. It was just a dream, he thought to himself, but it seemed too real. It was just an illusion, but what if him saying Ray in the dream was just an illusion too.
"Ray, if you are really alive, give me a sign. Tell me that you're really alive," he shouted to the air.
Nothing at first happened but then a book that was sitting on his desk rose into the air and he knew it was true, she was really alive.
"Is it true?" he asked to the book," Has she really been raped?"
He heard that sweet voice of his lover within his head," Mamoru sent you the vision because he knew it would get your goat. He kissed her, using his psychic abilities to make her helpless and then stripped her of her all her clothes. And yes, he raped her," she said sadly.
"But why?" he asked, the tears were beginning to fall again. Seemed that was all he was doing lately.
"HE has had an obsession with Nakura ever since she was created," she said, sounding like she was shrugging. He could hear the sound of pain in her voice. Ray had always had trouble expressing emotions, except for anger which she was good at.
"Look, you need your sleep, so sleep," she whispered and he felt a whispery hand touch his forehead and he fell asleep immediately.
Lerae walked into down the marble tiled floor, making no sound as she walked. It was the middle of the night and she couldn't sleep. A question kept rolling around her mind, keeping her awake. The only way she could possibly get sleep is if she asked the question so here she was, knocking on a heavy wooden door.
"Come in," shouted a male voice.
Lerae walked in and found Ty wide awaked slouched down on the couch, reading a book.
"I have a question. Will Syaoran get to be the leader of the clan?"
"Yes, on his 16^th birthday, he will come leader. Why did you think he wouldn't?"
"Because he didn't succeed in killing Sakura and getting the cards. Sakura is now dead and she can't make the cards for him," she explained.
Ty laughed, a great hearty one." We never wanted Sakura dead. We knew he loved her and we didn't want him to kill her. If he marries her, that's means the cards are still in the bloodline. Besides Sakura was revived by the tiger."
"O, so do you want us to get Syaoran and Sakura together?"
"You can try, but sakura currenntly belongs to Yue."
"But she's dead."
Ty gave her a grin.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Lerae asked, impressed at his vast knowledge.
"I see much in the fire," he said, motioning with his chin the fireplace. Lerae left the room, now knowing that she could sleep knowing her question was answered.
In a graveyard beyond the grave stones and trees sat a patch of freshly dug dirt that Ray had dug for the bodies of Kaho and Brad. Though it was dark and very hard to see by, a passer-by who was visiting the stone of his wife and two kids who had died from a fire, could have swore he saw a pale skinny hand poking out of the dirt where some loose soil lay.
Nakura was looking into the brown eyes of a seriously beautiful person. She blushed and remarked, "Oh my god, you are so cute!" Her hand went flying to her mouth in realization of what she had just said and she blushed furiously.
"Thanks," the guy said like he heard that every day of his life and ran his hand through his black hair.
"So what are you doing here," she asked, flirting.
Just then she felt somebody grab her hands and put them at the small of her back. She twisted her head around and came face to face with a heavy- set guy who was bald though he was only in his late twenties and was wearing dark black sunglasses, hiding his eyes from her. She faced her head straight and looked at the cute guy, her eyes questioning him why was some fat guy was holding her like she was some prisoner? The guy smirked and it hit her like a ton of bricks.
"You're Mamoru, aren't you," she whispered softly.
The guy's grin widened in answer to her question and she lunged at him, wanting to punch the living daylights out of him. He was responsible for her best friend's death. The guy held her back and Mamoru looked on amused.
Nakura trashed from within the guy's arms, her hands and legs in a fury to get him to let go of her so she could kill him and get the crystal, reviving her best friend. "You, bastard. My best friend would have never died if it wasn't for you offering that stupid deal to her," she shouted at him.
"She was the one who accepted the deal, not me," he said, tossing an apple he had picked off the branches of the apple tree he was leaning on.
"But you knew she was going to take it," she yelled and surged forward. The guys arms fell from around her waist, leaving her free. She rushed forward and leapt at Mamoru. She sent them both toppling to the ground and Nakura landed on top of him and started punching his face. As soon as she had started punching him, she felt herself lifted off the ground and went spiraling into a tree, knocking her unconscious. Her body slumped against the tree and a gash appeared on her head, leaking out blood by the gallons. Mamoru stood up and brushed the dirt off his black trench coat and walked over to Nakura's body. He picked her up and pressed his lips to her forehead. New skin grew upon the gash, mending it and stopping the bleeding. He headed back to the house, his chunky body guard close at his heels. His body guard let him into the house and he placed her into his bedroom. He covered up her shivering form and locked the door behind him.
"Sir, would you like anything for your head?" asked a passing maid.
Mamoru rushed to the nearest bathroom, which was down the hall and looked into the mirror. His left cheek was swollen from Nakura's punches. He pressed his index finger to it and winced from the pain.
"Yeah, sure," he shouted to the hall and he heard the scurrying of feet down the hall. He walked downstairs and since his bedroom was occupied he collapsed onto a couch that sat in the hall.
"Who is she?" asked a voice from above him. Mamoru opened his eyes and sat up and saw his thug of a bodyguard standing above him. Mamoru really didn't like the guy but he had magic and he was powerful so he was stuck with him.
"She is the best friend of Ray, the girl I black-mailed into killing herself. She is the guardian of Eriol, a rival of mine," he said, sighing. He was annoyed. He was in a house of bakas.
"But why did you kill the girl and why did you capture the friend of Ray?" he asked, making a motion toward his master's bedroom.
Mamoru was starting to lose his temper and the floorboards started shaking. Like Ray, he had the ability of his moods having effects on the surroundings around him. Georgie, the bodyguard, tripped over his own feet because the board he was standing on shifted and Mamoru started laughing uncontrollably. Georgie sighed a breath of relief. His master was laughing and he wouldn't get hurt for his questions. As quick as Mamoru laughed, he had Georgie pinned to the wall, his eyes expressing no laughter. Georgie was completely at his will.
"If you should know, Ray is the most powerful sorceress in the world, only rivaled by me and Sakura. As for the girl, Nakura, well she is a prize that I want to have some fun with," he hissed, licking his lips at the thought of what hue was going to Nakura. She was so innocent and that was what made her so attractive. He released his hand from Georgie's throat and Georgie fell to the ground, breathing heavily, thankful he was alive. Mamoru paced back to the couch and flopped down on it and went to sleep. Nakura won't be waking for a few hours.
"Nakura," Eriol shouted, sitting upon Suppi's back. They had been cruising around the town for the last two hours looking at all of Nakura's usual hangouts. It was no use. They couldn't find her. Eriol motioned for Suppi to return home and they rode forward in silence. They reached Eriol's place and Eriol jumped off Suppi's back and landed softly on the ground.
"Any luck?" asked Sakura, walking over to them.
"None," Eriol replied sadly as Suppi banished his wings and transformed into his stuffed animal form. "Where are Kero and Yue?"
"Out searching," she replied and noticed Eriol's eyes turned glassy, trying not to cry.
"Are you okay?" she sked as she leaned forward and hugged him. Nakura's leaving had added more salt to his own bleeding heart.
A rush of air brushed past the hugging friends and Yue landed on the ground.
"Find anything?" Sakura asked as she released Eriol from her grasp.
"There was a power signature near the woods. I didn't recognize it," Yue said bluntly, cutting straight to the point.
"Did it feel like an empty black hole that seems to make you feel powerless?" Eriol asked.
Yue tilt his head in thought." Yeah it actually did."
"Mamoru, it's his work."
"How do you know?" asked Sakura.
Flashback
"Die," yelled an exicted six year old Eriol as he shot a wad of magic at his opponent. The boy opposite him hit the ground with is feet and an earthquake formed from under them. The quake sped at the speed of light, blink and you'll miss it, towards Eriol. He wasn't able to block it in time and he was caught in the the breaking of the ground. He managed to grab a side of the spilt of the ground and hung on for dear life. A black hole formed under him and the side was slowly crumbling.
"Stop it, Mamoru" shouted the instructor and the black haired boy reluctantly made the hole disappear and Eriol fell on a pillow that Mamoru had conquered up in mid air. They were at a training camp for wizard's and Ray had forced him, along with herself to come and learn the ways of a sorcerer.
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"So that's how you knew it was Mamoru?" exclaimed Sakura.
"He was the best sorcerer at the camp. He had a fascination with black holes and disappearing forever. Him and Ray were rivals and Ray was the only one who could match his powers. That's why he wanted her out of the picture so he could do something. But what he doesn't know is that Ray is really alive."
"But what are we going to do bout' Nakura," asked Kero.
Eriol could only shrug at the thought of what might be happening to his beloved moon guardian. He walked upstairs, ignoring all the people around him and belly-flopped on to his bed and curled up in fetal position. He needed to talk with Ray.
Nakura awoke with a splitting head-ache. She looked around at her surroundings and found she was on top of a navy blue comforter. Two soft red pillows sat under her head. Red was her favorite color. She felt at ease in her surroundings and then it came to her in a rush, her leaping at Mamoru and him slamming her against the tree. She felt her head for the gash, but it had disappeared. She heard a knock on the door and she sat up," Come in," she whispered, in no condition to escape from the room.
Mamoru walked in and said with a grin," How are you feeling?"
"Awful, you bastard," and she attempted to leap off the bed and slam him into the wall, but she underestimated her strength and her knees buckled under the sore muscles in her leg. She fell to the ground and Mamoru caught her before she fell.
"Are you okay," he asked, showing genuine concern for his captive.
"I'm fine," she said, instantly getting out of his arms and sat on the bed defiantly. She looked around the room, looking for an alternate escape route since Mamoru was blocking the door. There was a small window within the red walls, letting in the sunlight and it was too high for her to reach. She could always turn into Ruby but she didn't know if she had the strength to. Mamrou, as if reading her thoughts, which he was, slipped a small gold necklace with a silver locket with a ruby on the cover around her neck.
"This shall make you unable to transform," he said as he backed away from her.
Nakura tugged at the necklace around her neck and frantically tried to get it off. A pain ran through her hand making her cry out in pain. Mamoru grimaced at the pain it was causing her. He really didn't want to do this but he had to take his pre-cautions for what was to come, and he grinned at the thought. " Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"What," she screamed in outrage of what he was suggesting.
"You know what I said. Now take off your clothes!" he commanded.
"When hell freezes over I will," she said, defiantly.
Mamoru walked ever so elegantly and pulled off his white shirt that was clinging to his muscular chest. Nakura sucked in her breath, realizing what he had in mind. She burrowed her head into her knees. She was a virgin. She always imagined her first time to be special not by having some guy she didn't even know being the partner. She sprung up and she raced to the door, ignoring the pain in her bones. She threw herself at the door and turned the doorknob desperately. It was locked. She whimpered and turned around to see Mamoru right in her face. Even though she was in the situation that she was in, she couldn't help knowing how cute he was. How ironic. Mamoru pressed his hand to her shoulder and held her against the wall. He kissed her gently on the lips and Nakura tried to fight with every fiber of her body to resist just giving up, letting him rape her. His kiss was like some drug to her, slowly making her lose all her senses and abilities to resist. She didn't know that
he had pushed her on the bed and was slowly removing her clothes. She could feel all this, felt the pleasure that it bring, but for some reason she didn't care. She had to fight it, she knew she did, but she couldn't. She was vaguely aware of him, unhooking her bra and slowly slipping it off her....
Eriol sat up in his bed and looked around the room. He had just had a dream about Mamoru and Nakura and Mamoru was going to rape her. He licked his lips and found salted water around them. It was just a dream, he thought to himself, but it seemed too real. It was just an illusion, but what if him saying Ray in the dream was just an illusion too.
"Ray, if you are really alive, give me a sign. Tell me that you're really alive," he shouted to the air.
Nothing at first happened but then a book that was sitting on his desk rose into the air and he knew it was true, she was really alive.
"Is it true?" he asked to the book," Has she really been raped?"
He heard that sweet voice of his lover within his head," Mamoru sent you the vision because he knew it would get your goat. He kissed her, using his psychic abilities to make her helpless and then stripped her of her all her clothes. And yes, he raped her," she said sadly.
"But why?" he asked, the tears were beginning to fall again. Seemed that was all he was doing lately.
"HE has had an obsession with Nakura ever since she was created," she said, sounding like she was shrugging. He could hear the sound of pain in her voice. Ray had always had trouble expressing emotions, except for anger which she was good at.
"Look, you need your sleep, so sleep," she whispered and he felt a whispery hand touch his forehead and he fell asleep immediately.
Lerae walked into down the marble tiled floor, making no sound as she walked. It was the middle of the night and she couldn't sleep. A question kept rolling around her mind, keeping her awake. The only way she could possibly get sleep is if she asked the question so here she was, knocking on a heavy wooden door.
"Come in," shouted a male voice.
Lerae walked in and found Ty wide awaked slouched down on the couch, reading a book.
"I have a question. Will Syaoran get to be the leader of the clan?"
"Yes, on his 16^th birthday, he will come leader. Why did you think he wouldn't?"
"Because he didn't succeed in killing Sakura and getting the cards. Sakura is now dead and she can't make the cards for him," she explained.
Ty laughed, a great hearty one." We never wanted Sakura dead. We knew he loved her and we didn't want him to kill her. If he marries her, that's means the cards are still in the bloodline. Besides Sakura was revived by the tiger."
"O, so do you want us to get Syaoran and Sakura together?"
"You can try, but sakura currenntly belongs to Yue."
"But she's dead."
Ty gave her a grin.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Lerae asked, impressed at his vast knowledge.
"I see much in the fire," he said, motioning with his chin the fireplace. Lerae left the room, now knowing that she could sleep knowing her question was answered.
In a graveyard beyond the grave stones and trees sat a patch of freshly dug dirt that Ray had dug for the bodies of Kaho and Brad. Though it was dark and very hard to see by, a passer-by who was visiting the stone of his wife and two kids who had died from a fire, could have swore he saw a pale skinny hand poking out of the dirt where some loose soil lay.