Stolen
Disclaimer: Characters you recognize are not mine. Adora, Yukio, and any other people I feel the need to throw in are mine. Please don't steal them. I rather like them, well, except for Yukio, but I get to decide how he dies, so I'm still happy.
IMPORTANT!!! This is not going to be a Lina/Zelgadis story. There is nothing you can do to change my mind. It is L/G and A/Z. Sorry if you're disappointed.
Kristin: Nobody's really asked about Adora, but I thought I'd say something about her anyway. She is a character who was initially created out of need to support part of the story. Despite this, she has developed a life and personality of her own. Don't ask how, she just did. The fact of the matter is that she is going to be one of the main characters in this story and will most likely develop into a Mary Sue. However, she will not save the day, although she will help Lina out with some stuff, and she will not be paired off with anyone, much less one of the canon characters. She will remain blissfully single. I think that just about covers it all. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Chapter Three
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The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
-William Shakespeare (Good Ole Bill. *grins* My English teacher hates it when I call him that.)
***
Numbness seeped slowly through Lina's mind as she struggled to uphold her cool façade while walking down the endless corridors beside Adora. It was everything she could do to keep from falling apart, and falling into shock was a rather good way to deal with situations that you didn't want to confront. A small voice in the back of her mind acknowledged that her response wasn't the best way to react to her predicament. It was hastily shushed by louder voices screaming in distress. She had been in more than her fair share of bad circumstances, but never like this before. Her magic was inaccessible, if not gone altogether. It was several minutes before she even realized that Adora was speaking. Her face completely blank, Lina looked up at her escort. "What?"
Adora stared down at her with pitying eyes. Lina hated that expression. It implied that there was something wrong with the situation and that Lina would be unable to correct the problem. Pity was a useless emotion that did more to promote hopelessness than anything else. "I was explaining about the collar. Would you like for me to begin again?" Lina nodded, her face turned firmly away from Adora's. "Very well. As I was saying, the collar works like a magic magnet. It attracts its wearer's magic and locks it away, in a manner of speaking. If you manage to remove the collar, which I highly doubt, then your magic will return. Unfortunately, that only happened once, and the backlash from the magical buildup caused the woman to, er, explode." Adora glanced at Lina out of the corner of her eye. "All in all, I wouldn't suggest that route, although it would get you out of this hellhole."
Lina blinked slowly, her groggy mind fumbling as it attempted to work out all of the information it had been presented with. "How many women does he have here," she asked, the detachment in her voice startling even her.
"Over a hundred." Lina's pace slowed to a stop and she frowned.
"If there are so many of you, and only one of him, then why don't you all just attack him and escape." Her head snapped up when Adora laughed bitterly.
"He's too powerful," Adora answered, her voice full of loathing, "Even with as many of us as there are, he is still too powerful." She leveled an appraising gaze on Lina and frowned lightly. "We're going to have trouble with you, I can tell," she sighed, and grasped Lina's elbow to lead her back down the corridor they had been traveling. "There's something you should see before you meet Yukio. It might stop you from doing something foolish."
Lina glared at the woman as she ripped her arm out of her hand. "I thought you said he would get angry if we were late," she sneered mockingly. Adora turned and stared at her. The pitying expression was back, this time backed up with sorrow. Lina pushed back the guilt that was attempting to creep up in her mind.
"He'll approve of this reason. Come, child. We should still be quick about this." Adora reached out again and took a hold of Lina's elbow. Lina let her this time, chanting in her mind that this was all just a dream and she would wake up soon.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
They passed by a little girl of about seven who drifted into a room, a bit of ice clamped over a black eye.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
The sound of crying drifted out of an open door. Lina glanced inside and in the bedroom a woman who looked only a year older than her was comforting a child of about five who was obviously her daughter.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
"No! Don't let him near her! Please! NO!" Adora's eyes stared straight ahead, but Lina's head whipped around. A meshit was carrying a girl of about nine down the hallway, while another was holding back the child's mother, who was struggling for all she was worth.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's not a dream. NO! It's just a dream.
Adora stopped in front of a closed door and pulled a key ring out of a hidden pocket. With swift decisiveness that came from years of experience she easily plucked a key from the jumble and inserted it into the lock. She glanced back uneasily at Lina as it trying to decide whether or not she should do this.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
Her face lost it's uncertainty and she pushed the door open just enough to allow her and Lina entrance. Lina gagged as she passed through the door and sagged back against its frame. The air was laced with the pungent stench of death and rotting flesh. She blinked as her eyes slowly adjusted to the low light in the damp stone room. As the room came into focus Lina felt her stomach lurch and she turned away from Adora, who rested a cool hand on her neck and soothingly rubbed her back as she vomited.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. Oh gods, it's not a dream.
Lina feebly raised her head and shrugged off Adora's hands. The room was fill with wooden stakes that seemed built into the floor and ceiling. Manacles were attached near the top of the poles, and only a few of the poles close to the back of the room were empty. The majority were full. Dozens of women, most younger than Lina, hung listlessly from the chains. They were all dead and they were all dressed in outfits similar to Lina and Adora's. Lina stumbled forward a step, one quavering hand stretched out. Adora's hand darted out and clutched Lina's wrist in a painfully tight grip. "They're real, there's no reason for you to touch them."
Lina nodded and Adora slowly let go of her wrist. Lina gazed at the corpses, taking in their saggy decaying flesh, which fell off in putrid clumps, and the dried bodily fluids that streaked their dresses and gathered in dry, sticky puddles beneath them. She raised her gaze to one of the body's face and stumbled back in alarm. The girl was about the same age as Amelia and bore an almost uncanny resemblance to the young princess. "Was she, I mean, is she," Lina trailed off, looking at Adora in desperation.
"No, she isn't your friend." Lina let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The raw horror of the situation seeped into Lina's mind, chillingly gruesome. Her breath quickened and she backed up, running into Adora.
"Please, I can't," Lina whispered brokenly, not quite sure what she was asking for. "Please." Adora nodded and led the trembling girl from the room. Lina looked up at Adora once they were safely back in the corridor and well on their way. "Why?"
Adora stared at the floor, suddenly fascinated with the tiling. "They displeased him. I should have stopped them, I could have stopped them, but I didn't, and so they displeased him and he punished them."
"Is that the only room like that?"
"No." The rest of their walk was spent in silence.
They finally stopped in front of a pair of lavishly carved double doors just as Lina was beginning to wonder if they would ever arrive. Adora motioned for her to wait and passed through the doors. Lina stared blankly out a window as she heard the low mumbling of conversation through the door. After several minutes Adora came back out into the hallway, a child at her side. Lina glanced at the little girl and recognized her as the one that the meshit had carried away. Her dress was torn in several places and she cried as she clutched at Adora's skirt.
Adora gently grasped Lina's chin and looked intently into her scarlet eyes. "You're strong, child, but don't try to fight him. Don't let him break you, but don't fight him. Learn how to bend your will. Be submissive and demure, but don't let him claim your spirit. Survival is all that matters at this point. You need only go through this part by yourself. If you survive this part, then the rest of us will be here to help support you." Adora bent and gathered the still-crying child in her arms and gently pushed Lina through the open door. Lina jumped as the door closed behind her and a key turned in the well-oiled lock. She was trapped.
The room was dimly lit with dozens of candles that cast an almost romantic atmosphere over the room. The floor was hardwood with several rugs of various colors scattered across it. In one corner of the room a gleaming mahogany table was set with a half-eaten dinner. The rest of the room was filled with plush armchairs, the majority of which were positioned around a marble fireplace. Beside the fireplace was another, much plainer door. Lina got the feeling that going through the door now wouldn't be looked upon kindly. She continued to study the room. The dark, wood paneled walls were lined with bookcases. Lina stepped forward curiously, sinking into a plush burgundy rug as she did so, and traced over the binding of a thick, leather bound volume. With the care of a person who is unfamiliar with handling books on a regular basis but still knows of their worth, she lifted the book from its shelf and opened it to the title page. She blinked when she didn't recognize the language and carefully returned it to its place. Lina turned away from the bookshelf and glanced around the room again. Her eyes landed on a slightly familiar portrait and she wandered over to have a better look at it.
It was almost identical to the painting that was in the room she had awoken in. The woman in the portrait was still fairly young, probably in her mid to late twenties. Her full lips were turned up in a sad smile and long, light brown hair cascaded around her in a waterfall of silken tresses. Poignant, half-lidded black eyes gazed out of the portrait. Lina blinked. If the woman's hair was darker and her eyes brown, she would be identical to Adora. Even the expression was the same.
"My late wife," a low voice said from behind Lina. She froze at the sound of it and involuntarily shivered in distress. "She was quite a remarkable woman. I believe we would have gotten along quite well if she hadn't hated me. My name is Yukio Warui. You may call me Lord Yukio, Lord Warui, or simply my lord, if you desire." Lina turned slowly around and studied the man who was standing beside the fireplace, the door barely open behind him.
Long fingers fiddled with two wineglasses and a dusty bottle of wine. Lank black hair fell into intelligent, if not slightly mad, brown eyes and framed a face that was both too pale and too narrow. His nose was too long, his eyes too far apart, and his lips too thin. His frame was tall and lanky, as though he had never quite exited that rather awkward stage of puberty that all boys seem to go through. He was clothed in a well-tailored silk shirt and linen pants with a silk housecoat over them, all in black. "You look like an overgrown bat," Lina muttered.
Yukio blink, clearly not expecting that reaction, and then laughed. He crossed the room in a few long strides and placed the wine and glasses on a rather cluttered desk. He motioned for Lina to take a seat and he filled the glasses with dark red wine. She warily sank down into a dark green lounger and was nearly engulfed by the plush cushions. Yukio handed her a glass, which she absentmindedly accepted, while she studied his expression. He appeared rather laid-back and relaxed, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about their situation. Then again, Lina reflected, he probably didn't see anything strange about kidnapping women. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You really are rather direct, aren't you," Yukio commented as he sipped languidly at his wine. "If Adora hasn't already given you her speech about boundaries then I'm sure that she will after our little interview." At the mention of the other woman's name Lina glanced at the portrait that hung innocently on the wall. "The resemblance between them really is amazing, isn't it? A bit of luck for Adora. I probably would have had her killed long ago if it wasn't for the fact that she reminds me of my beloved Toritsuki." Yukio smiled tightly for a moment before returning his penetrating gaze to Lina's face. "Are you comfortable in your room?"
Lina frowned at the abrupt change in conversation. "You didn't answer my question." Yukio tilted his head to the side and frowned at her in puzzlement.
"Yes, what I will do with you. Why should I do anything with you? You belong to me now and I am content with the knowledge that you are flitting around on the grounds somewhere, doing whatever it is that you women do," Yukio said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Lina could hear her blood roaring in her ears as she glared at him venomously.
"I don't," she growled, the last of the fog in her mind burned away as a fiery rage began to pulse through her veins. Yukio looked up, a blank smile on his face.
"Pardon?"
"I don't belong to you, or anyone for that matter," Lina hissed as she rose from her seat. The wineglass slipped through her fingers and the blood red wine splashed across the snowy white throw rug at her feet. It had already begun to sink in that this wasn't a dream, but just hearing this presumptuous bastard claiming her as his own suddenly made her realize just how real her situation was. She didn't have to stand for this; she wouldn't stand for this. She crossed the room and yanked Yukio to his feet by the front of shirt. Yukio's hand that wasn't holding a wine glass began to reach up, but Lina was already moving. By the time it was halfway to her wrist she had reared up and swung her fist. A satisfied grin spread across Lina's face as she heard the sickening crunching noise that indicated a broken nose. After a moment she released his shirt, expecting for him to crumple to the ground. To her surprise he merely stood up straighter and wiped a bit of blood from beside his nose, which had already healed. The blood drained from Lina's face and she took a step back. "What kind of monster are you?"
Yukio smiled, his dark brown eyes glittering cruelly in the candlelight. "Why I'm merely a human, my dear little firefly; although, many would claim that the race of man is the worst of all monsters in existence." Yukio's hand flying toward her face was the last thing Lina saw before the almost welcome darkness of unconsciousness claimed her.
Yukio regarded the young woman who lay crumpled on his carpet with interest. "Fascinating."
***
Kristin: I'm sorry it took so long to update. Over the weekend I was working on a science project that was due on Tuesday that was worth two test grades (I got a 98. YAY! My science teacher hates me. I was surprised that she didn't fail me just because. She has done that before.), on Wednesday I was fasting and spent most of the day in prayer so that I would be more thankful today, and today I was helping my mom make Thanksgiving dinner and finishing knitting a scarf (Yes, I do knit. I am not ashamed of this and often do it during my free time at school.). Anyway, after dinner some friends came over for dessert and dominoes and I feel terrible because instead of being down there with them, I'm up in my room working on my chapter. You people had better appreciate this. *attempts to glare fiercely but fails miserably*
Special Thanks to:
Graywords-girl: I don't mind the accusation. If it weren't for people like you then there would probably be a lot more people running around taking credit for things that don't belong to them.
Jaretha: The prologue will be cleared up later in the story.
Sami-chan Bishie Chaser: "Consider me your loyal pet" *Looks at her mother* She followed me home, can I keep her?
Slayers Otaku-Girl: I have heard of Kiss the Girls but I've never seen it and the only reason I've heard of it is because somebody already asked if this was based on it.
Cookie: I'm glad Yukio is disturbing. He's supposed to be. If I made him nice then too many people would be upset if I kill him off later.
Dan Inverse
Celestyl
luna: I know that she seems out of character right now, but she will be better later. The reason that she was acting the way that she was was because she was in shock both from the situation that she suddenly found herself in and from loosing her magic. Hopefully her temper is 'kicking in' a bit better now. *grins* Thanks for the critique though.
Disclaimer: Characters you recognize are not mine. Adora, Yukio, and any other people I feel the need to throw in are mine. Please don't steal them. I rather like them, well, except for Yukio, but I get to decide how he dies, so I'm still happy.
IMPORTANT!!! This is not going to be a Lina/Zelgadis story. There is nothing you can do to change my mind. It is L/G and A/Z. Sorry if you're disappointed.
Kristin: Nobody's really asked about Adora, but I thought I'd say something about her anyway. She is a character who was initially created out of need to support part of the story. Despite this, she has developed a life and personality of her own. Don't ask how, she just did. The fact of the matter is that she is going to be one of the main characters in this story and will most likely develop into a Mary Sue. However, she will not save the day, although she will help Lina out with some stuff, and she will not be paired off with anyone, much less one of the canon characters. She will remain blissfully single. I think that just about covers it all. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Chapter Three
***
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
-William Shakespeare (Good Ole Bill. *grins* My English teacher hates it when I call him that.)
***
Numbness seeped slowly through Lina's mind as she struggled to uphold her cool façade while walking down the endless corridors beside Adora. It was everything she could do to keep from falling apart, and falling into shock was a rather good way to deal with situations that you didn't want to confront. A small voice in the back of her mind acknowledged that her response wasn't the best way to react to her predicament. It was hastily shushed by louder voices screaming in distress. She had been in more than her fair share of bad circumstances, but never like this before. Her magic was inaccessible, if not gone altogether. It was several minutes before she even realized that Adora was speaking. Her face completely blank, Lina looked up at her escort. "What?"
Adora stared down at her with pitying eyes. Lina hated that expression. It implied that there was something wrong with the situation and that Lina would be unable to correct the problem. Pity was a useless emotion that did more to promote hopelessness than anything else. "I was explaining about the collar. Would you like for me to begin again?" Lina nodded, her face turned firmly away from Adora's. "Very well. As I was saying, the collar works like a magic magnet. It attracts its wearer's magic and locks it away, in a manner of speaking. If you manage to remove the collar, which I highly doubt, then your magic will return. Unfortunately, that only happened once, and the backlash from the magical buildup caused the woman to, er, explode." Adora glanced at Lina out of the corner of her eye. "All in all, I wouldn't suggest that route, although it would get you out of this hellhole."
Lina blinked slowly, her groggy mind fumbling as it attempted to work out all of the information it had been presented with. "How many women does he have here," she asked, the detachment in her voice startling even her.
"Over a hundred." Lina's pace slowed to a stop and she frowned.
"If there are so many of you, and only one of him, then why don't you all just attack him and escape." Her head snapped up when Adora laughed bitterly.
"He's too powerful," Adora answered, her voice full of loathing, "Even with as many of us as there are, he is still too powerful." She leveled an appraising gaze on Lina and frowned lightly. "We're going to have trouble with you, I can tell," she sighed, and grasped Lina's elbow to lead her back down the corridor they had been traveling. "There's something you should see before you meet Yukio. It might stop you from doing something foolish."
Lina glared at the woman as she ripped her arm out of her hand. "I thought you said he would get angry if we were late," she sneered mockingly. Adora turned and stared at her. The pitying expression was back, this time backed up with sorrow. Lina pushed back the guilt that was attempting to creep up in her mind.
"He'll approve of this reason. Come, child. We should still be quick about this." Adora reached out again and took a hold of Lina's elbow. Lina let her this time, chanting in her mind that this was all just a dream and she would wake up soon.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
They passed by a little girl of about seven who drifted into a room, a bit of ice clamped over a black eye.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
The sound of crying drifted out of an open door. Lina glanced inside and in the bedroom a woman who looked only a year older than her was comforting a child of about five who was obviously her daughter.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
"No! Don't let him near her! Please! NO!" Adora's eyes stared straight ahead, but Lina's head whipped around. A meshit was carrying a girl of about nine down the hallway, while another was holding back the child's mother, who was struggling for all she was worth.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's not a dream. NO! It's just a dream.
Adora stopped in front of a closed door and pulled a key ring out of a hidden pocket. With swift decisiveness that came from years of experience she easily plucked a key from the jumble and inserted it into the lock. She glanced back uneasily at Lina as it trying to decide whether or not she should do this.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
Her face lost it's uncertainty and she pushed the door open just enough to allow her and Lina entrance. Lina gagged as she passed through the door and sagged back against its frame. The air was laced with the pungent stench of death and rotting flesh. She blinked as her eyes slowly adjusted to the low light in the damp stone room. As the room came into focus Lina felt her stomach lurch and she turned away from Adora, who rested a cool hand on her neck and soothingly rubbed her back as she vomited.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream. Oh gods, it's not a dream.
Lina feebly raised her head and shrugged off Adora's hands. The room was fill with wooden stakes that seemed built into the floor and ceiling. Manacles were attached near the top of the poles, and only a few of the poles close to the back of the room were empty. The majority were full. Dozens of women, most younger than Lina, hung listlessly from the chains. They were all dead and they were all dressed in outfits similar to Lina and Adora's. Lina stumbled forward a step, one quavering hand stretched out. Adora's hand darted out and clutched Lina's wrist in a painfully tight grip. "They're real, there's no reason for you to touch them."
Lina nodded and Adora slowly let go of her wrist. Lina gazed at the corpses, taking in their saggy decaying flesh, which fell off in putrid clumps, and the dried bodily fluids that streaked their dresses and gathered in dry, sticky puddles beneath them. She raised her gaze to one of the body's face and stumbled back in alarm. The girl was about the same age as Amelia and bore an almost uncanny resemblance to the young princess. "Was she, I mean, is she," Lina trailed off, looking at Adora in desperation.
"No, she isn't your friend." Lina let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The raw horror of the situation seeped into Lina's mind, chillingly gruesome. Her breath quickened and she backed up, running into Adora.
"Please, I can't," Lina whispered brokenly, not quite sure what she was asking for. "Please." Adora nodded and led the trembling girl from the room. Lina looked up at Adora once they were safely back in the corridor and well on their way. "Why?"
Adora stared at the floor, suddenly fascinated with the tiling. "They displeased him. I should have stopped them, I could have stopped them, but I didn't, and so they displeased him and he punished them."
"Is that the only room like that?"
"No." The rest of their walk was spent in silence.
They finally stopped in front of a pair of lavishly carved double doors just as Lina was beginning to wonder if they would ever arrive. Adora motioned for her to wait and passed through the doors. Lina stared blankly out a window as she heard the low mumbling of conversation through the door. After several minutes Adora came back out into the hallway, a child at her side. Lina glanced at the little girl and recognized her as the one that the meshit had carried away. Her dress was torn in several places and she cried as she clutched at Adora's skirt.
Adora gently grasped Lina's chin and looked intently into her scarlet eyes. "You're strong, child, but don't try to fight him. Don't let him break you, but don't fight him. Learn how to bend your will. Be submissive and demure, but don't let him claim your spirit. Survival is all that matters at this point. You need only go through this part by yourself. If you survive this part, then the rest of us will be here to help support you." Adora bent and gathered the still-crying child in her arms and gently pushed Lina through the open door. Lina jumped as the door closed behind her and a key turned in the well-oiled lock. She was trapped.
The room was dimly lit with dozens of candles that cast an almost romantic atmosphere over the room. The floor was hardwood with several rugs of various colors scattered across it. In one corner of the room a gleaming mahogany table was set with a half-eaten dinner. The rest of the room was filled with plush armchairs, the majority of which were positioned around a marble fireplace. Beside the fireplace was another, much plainer door. Lina got the feeling that going through the door now wouldn't be looked upon kindly. She continued to study the room. The dark, wood paneled walls were lined with bookcases. Lina stepped forward curiously, sinking into a plush burgundy rug as she did so, and traced over the binding of a thick, leather bound volume. With the care of a person who is unfamiliar with handling books on a regular basis but still knows of their worth, she lifted the book from its shelf and opened it to the title page. She blinked when she didn't recognize the language and carefully returned it to its place. Lina turned away from the bookshelf and glanced around the room again. Her eyes landed on a slightly familiar portrait and she wandered over to have a better look at it.
It was almost identical to the painting that was in the room she had awoken in. The woman in the portrait was still fairly young, probably in her mid to late twenties. Her full lips were turned up in a sad smile and long, light brown hair cascaded around her in a waterfall of silken tresses. Poignant, half-lidded black eyes gazed out of the portrait. Lina blinked. If the woman's hair was darker and her eyes brown, she would be identical to Adora. Even the expression was the same.
"My late wife," a low voice said from behind Lina. She froze at the sound of it and involuntarily shivered in distress. "She was quite a remarkable woman. I believe we would have gotten along quite well if she hadn't hated me. My name is Yukio Warui. You may call me Lord Yukio, Lord Warui, or simply my lord, if you desire." Lina turned slowly around and studied the man who was standing beside the fireplace, the door barely open behind him.
Long fingers fiddled with two wineglasses and a dusty bottle of wine. Lank black hair fell into intelligent, if not slightly mad, brown eyes and framed a face that was both too pale and too narrow. His nose was too long, his eyes too far apart, and his lips too thin. His frame was tall and lanky, as though he had never quite exited that rather awkward stage of puberty that all boys seem to go through. He was clothed in a well-tailored silk shirt and linen pants with a silk housecoat over them, all in black. "You look like an overgrown bat," Lina muttered.
Yukio blink, clearly not expecting that reaction, and then laughed. He crossed the room in a few long strides and placed the wine and glasses on a rather cluttered desk. He motioned for Lina to take a seat and he filled the glasses with dark red wine. She warily sank down into a dark green lounger and was nearly engulfed by the plush cushions. Yukio handed her a glass, which she absentmindedly accepted, while she studied his expression. He appeared rather laid-back and relaxed, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about their situation. Then again, Lina reflected, he probably didn't see anything strange about kidnapping women. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You really are rather direct, aren't you," Yukio commented as he sipped languidly at his wine. "If Adora hasn't already given you her speech about boundaries then I'm sure that she will after our little interview." At the mention of the other woman's name Lina glanced at the portrait that hung innocently on the wall. "The resemblance between them really is amazing, isn't it? A bit of luck for Adora. I probably would have had her killed long ago if it wasn't for the fact that she reminds me of my beloved Toritsuki." Yukio smiled tightly for a moment before returning his penetrating gaze to Lina's face. "Are you comfortable in your room?"
Lina frowned at the abrupt change in conversation. "You didn't answer my question." Yukio tilted his head to the side and frowned at her in puzzlement.
"Yes, what I will do with you. Why should I do anything with you? You belong to me now and I am content with the knowledge that you are flitting around on the grounds somewhere, doing whatever it is that you women do," Yukio said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Lina could hear her blood roaring in her ears as she glared at him venomously.
"I don't," she growled, the last of the fog in her mind burned away as a fiery rage began to pulse through her veins. Yukio looked up, a blank smile on his face.
"Pardon?"
"I don't belong to you, or anyone for that matter," Lina hissed as she rose from her seat. The wineglass slipped through her fingers and the blood red wine splashed across the snowy white throw rug at her feet. It had already begun to sink in that this wasn't a dream, but just hearing this presumptuous bastard claiming her as his own suddenly made her realize just how real her situation was. She didn't have to stand for this; she wouldn't stand for this. She crossed the room and yanked Yukio to his feet by the front of shirt. Yukio's hand that wasn't holding a wine glass began to reach up, but Lina was already moving. By the time it was halfway to her wrist she had reared up and swung her fist. A satisfied grin spread across Lina's face as she heard the sickening crunching noise that indicated a broken nose. After a moment she released his shirt, expecting for him to crumple to the ground. To her surprise he merely stood up straighter and wiped a bit of blood from beside his nose, which had already healed. The blood drained from Lina's face and she took a step back. "What kind of monster are you?"
Yukio smiled, his dark brown eyes glittering cruelly in the candlelight. "Why I'm merely a human, my dear little firefly; although, many would claim that the race of man is the worst of all monsters in existence." Yukio's hand flying toward her face was the last thing Lina saw before the almost welcome darkness of unconsciousness claimed her.
Yukio regarded the young woman who lay crumpled on his carpet with interest. "Fascinating."
***
Kristin: I'm sorry it took so long to update. Over the weekend I was working on a science project that was due on Tuesday that was worth two test grades (I got a 98. YAY! My science teacher hates me. I was surprised that she didn't fail me just because. She has done that before.), on Wednesday I was fasting and spent most of the day in prayer so that I would be more thankful today, and today I was helping my mom make Thanksgiving dinner and finishing knitting a scarf (Yes, I do knit. I am not ashamed of this and often do it during my free time at school.). Anyway, after dinner some friends came over for dessert and dominoes and I feel terrible because instead of being down there with them, I'm up in my room working on my chapter. You people had better appreciate this. *attempts to glare fiercely but fails miserably*
Special Thanks to:
Graywords-girl: I don't mind the accusation. If it weren't for people like you then there would probably be a lot more people running around taking credit for things that don't belong to them.
Jaretha: The prologue will be cleared up later in the story.
Sami-chan Bishie Chaser: "Consider me your loyal pet" *Looks at her mother* She followed me home, can I keep her?
Slayers Otaku-Girl: I have heard of Kiss the Girls but I've never seen it and the only reason I've heard of it is because somebody already asked if this was based on it.
Cookie: I'm glad Yukio is disturbing. He's supposed to be. If I made him nice then too many people would be upset if I kill him off later.
Dan Inverse
Celestyl
luna: I know that she seems out of character right now, but she will be better later. The reason that she was acting the way that she was was because she was in shock both from the situation that she suddenly found herself in and from loosing her magic. Hopefully her temper is 'kicking in' a bit better now. *grins* Thanks for the critique though.