Sassy: I've actually had this done for a few months now… but you know.  Update both fics together rule.  And don't bitch about it, cause it's sticking.  I'll have to reinforce what Hicky said.  Don't tell me it took forever to update.  It's insulting to your own intelligence to state something so incredibly obvious.

Trent: is grinning happily and gets kicked by Phantom

Sassy: Thank you kitten.

Phantom: purrs Anything for my koi.

Sassy:  I have two main things to say now.  The first is to do with a FLAME!  Yes, I got a FLAME! crazy look in eyes I got a flame from 'FlAmEr wHo'S BoSs' cough cough who says
"YOU
SUCK! ! ! ! ! ! !
Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl are the number one pairings!
I wish I could destroy the YAOI WORLD! ! !"

Okay, now, for one, the name is just SAD.  I mean, why do all the stupid freak-show flamers do this shitty upper/lower/upper/lower-case garbage?  It just ain't cool!  Now, as for the Yaoi World, it will always be around and I am SURE will continue to GROW until haters of Yaoi are the minority.  And the Dark Magician/Dark Magician Girl pairing is NOT the best pairing, because it is emphasized in the MANGA- aka, the ACTUAL comic by the ACTUAL maker of Yu-Gi-Oh- that they have a bond of teacher and student or brother and sister.  It is just sick, wrong and on the verge of Het-Incest to put those two together. sticks out tongue  And I know what age difference Hicky's writing them as- Gah.

The second thing I have to say is to ""…. Yes… ôo.  That IS actually what it was signed as.  Anyway, to .  Like der I know I'm falling behind in the eps.  I only watch both Canadian YTV eps and American KidsWBs so sarcasm of course it would have been hard for me to notice my fic is getting left in the dust.  clears throat  Thankfully, I have two things on my side.  Ever present Re-Runs, and the fact that this fic has stuff happen before Battle City starts.  Wala, I am amazing.

Now, enjoy my fic, full of info and characters I don't own.  You finally get to find out why Chaos is a shit!

Dig Deep and Discover

Dark looked at Celtic a little oddly, not knowing what had caused the elf's shock.  He nudged Celtic gently.  "What's the matter?"  Dark asked, but didn't get a reply.

Celtic stared at nothing, seeing as how both Chaos and Gaia had left a little while ago.  Dark asked again and this time Celtic was brought back to reality.  "Oh, it's nothing," Celtic said giving a bright smile and getting to his feet.

Dark raised an eyebrow at the elf. 'It's nothing' had to be the oldest escape line in the book, but if his lover was not going to tell him, there was no point in pushing.  So he stood too, wrapped his arms around the warrior and headed back into the mansion. 

Celtic fell back into thought.  'Took him... inside his body?  Did Chaos and Gaia have sex?'  Celtic's brow furrowed as he thought more on the subject, and he had to avoid a concerned look from Dark.  'Something so personal... why would Chaos let Gaia touch him, but not his staff?'

Dark led Celtic about, mostly because he was afraid Celtic was so deep in thought that he would run into a wall if it were not for his guide's subtle directions.  They were coming up to the stairs and elevator, and not wanting Celtic to trip all the way up to his room, he moved towards the latter. 

Celtic suddenly snapped out of his trance like state and stopped dead.  He looked at Dark for a second.  "Gotta go," he said before dashing up the stairs.

Dark looked up the stairs, a little stunned,then he walked up them and to his room.  He had kind of hoped that Celtic had dashed ahead to get "ready" for his arrival, but alas, when he arrived, the warrior was nowhere to be seen.  Instead the mage sat down and began polishing his staff. {Sassy: Bad, bad readers.  Bad hentais, his actual staff.  And yes, I know I just put some bad thoughts into some rather innocent minds}

Celtic made his way up the two flights of stairs with surprising speed and looked down the hall to see Gaia walking after a raging Chaos, trying to apologize for what he had done.   He watched as Chaos stormed into his room, then Luster's body came flying out and crashed into Gaia, sending both the warriors into the wall. 

Gaia took the hit hard, his head smacking the wall, and Luster's muscular body crushing him.  He was out cold.  Luster had also hit his head, but on Gaia's shoulder, not the wall.  He groaned as a headache began to take over.

Celtic dashed up to the two warriors, trying to avert his eyes, as Chaos had not given Luster the time to get dressed.  And really, it was rather hard, seeing as how truly gorgeous the ritual was.  He brought his hand behind the green-skinned man's head.  "Luster?"

Luster lulled his head back and forth slightly, his eyes shut tight, and trying to make the ringing stop.  "G-Gaia?"  His eyes opened a little.  "O-Oh, Celtic, what happened?"

"Well, it looks like Chaos had a little hissy-fit and threw you out of your room... without allowing you to get dressed first."

Luster looked down his body and saw that he was indeed naked.  He blushed brightly and moved both his hands to cover himself, seeing as how both were most definitely needed.

"Oh," came a surprised and breathy voice.  "Oh, what's this?"

Celtic froze for a second, recognizing the female's voice.  He turned slowly, and indeed his guess had been correct. There, standing in the center of the hall, stood the Dark Magician Girl, looking quite confused, with her hat tilted to the side and the visor covering one eye.

"You boys should not have sex.  It is wrong.  Boys need girls for that," she said as she placed a hand on her hip.

Celtic shuddered.  Then, he got an idea.  "You're r-ri-right," he struggled.  "But, Luster has no clothes, and he is in the middle of the hall.  That won't do."

"He needs clothes," Darry re-stated.

"Well, could you maybe use your magic and give him some clothes to wear?"

Darry bounced with glee.  No one ever asked for her help, especially when it came to her magic, but now someone was; what a thrill.  She happily spun around and winked "cutely", casting her magic before turning around and skipping down the hall. 

Celtic stared at Darry as she skipped off, one eye bigger than the other.  Then he turned to Luster and his mouth fell open in shock.  Sure, the pink looked rather nice against his green skin, but the fact that it was a big bunny suit did not seem to look right on Luster.  Hell, it wouldn't look right on any full-grown monster.

"That girl can't do anything right..." he said as he stood up.  'But now Luster is covered up.'  He turned around and faced the door.  He thought he could feel the mage's anger seeping out from his room.  Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage he took a step forward and tried opening it...

It was locked.  'Well, I should have known that,' Celtic thought.  Assuming that Chaos had probably added his own magic lock as well, he decided to knock.

"Go away!"  Chaos shouted from inside.

"Open the door, Chaos!" Celtic called, loud enough for his voice to be heard through the thick door.

Either he was too angry to recognize the voice or he just didn't care.  "Go the fuck away and leave me the hell alone!!" Chaos shouted angrily.

Celtic glared at the door before shouting again.  "Open the door or I'll break it down!"  Sure there was the magic lock, but there was no seal on the actual wood, or so Celtic thought, so, with a few good slashes of his sword, he would have a brand new door.

There was silence and then the sound of something large crashing viciously into the door, followed by several smaller things falling to the ground. 

The elf knew that Chaos was demonstrating what could happen to any fool who barged in on him in this kind of mood, and it made him cringe.  But, he was determined to find out what was wrong with Chaos.  He knew he wasn't the jackass that everyone knew.  Celtic pounded his fists against the door.  "Open up right now!"

Chaos had had just about enough of Mr. Annoying and it was time he learned his lesson.  With a few waves of his hand the doors swung open, Celtic came flying into the room, the doors slammed shut, and the elf's throat was held tightly in Chaos's grip.

Instinctively, Celtic brought his hands up to the fingers wrapped around his neck and tried to pry them off as he attempted to squirm free.  "W-wha... Ch-Ch-Cows," he struggled, trying to get any sound to make its way out of his mouth.

Suddenly Chaos's eyes softened, as did his fingers.  He pulled his hand quickly away from the elf's throat, causing Celtic to fall to his knees next to the bed.

Celtic gasped for air, one hand holding himself up while the other rubbed his neck.  "Chaos, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry, I suppose I just lost it there," he said as he moved to rest against the pillows. 

Once Celtic had regained his breath he got up and moved onto the bed.  He crawled next to Chaos and lay down, resting his head on the other's chest.

Chaos, looking rather shocked, slowly put an arm around the warrior.  But, he didn't feel bad about doing it.  From Celtic, he could feel the comfort he was trying to give, and it felt like it was from someone like a son, or a little brother.

Celtic felt the same way, that Chaos was like a big brother that cared for him and now he needed some help.  "What made you so angry?"

"Gaia took my staff, Celtic, you know that." 

"But Chaos, you said- it sounded like you said that your staff was more important than you."

The mage tensed as those words left Celtic's mouth.  He was sure he had spoken so quietly to Gaia that no one would have heard, from even a foot away, but Celtic had been sitting much farther away than that.

"What did you hear?"  Chaos asked, sounding very calm, although that was not what he felt. 

"Ev-everything.  What happened between you and Gaia?" Celtic asked trying to get comfortable, but it was the questions that were making him uneasy.

Chaos's muscles tensed once again.  He couldn't believe that Celtic had heard everything he had said to Gaia.  After he'd said it, he wished he hadn't and now someone else knew too. 

After a few minutes of silence Celtic shifted slightly to get Chaos's attention.  "Chaos, you can talk to me.  What happened?  Did you and Gaia have sex?"

"In a manner of speaking," Chaos said, trying to calm himself.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that Luster and Gaia were starting something and I decided to join.  I didn't really have any right, but Gaia kind of invited me, and I haven't really gotten anything good lately."

"Chaos, is that all you think about?  Sex?"  Celtic asked, tilting his head upward to look at the mage.

Chaos sighed heavily.  "It's all I'm good for," he said, plain and simple, like it was an unrivaled fact.

Celtic opened his mouth to speak but no words came out at first.  After tripping over words and stumbling around half questions, the elf finally managed a simple, "what?"

"Celtic, if you heard what I said it couldn't be that hard for you to understand.  See that staff?"  Chaos waved his hand absentmindedly to the other side of the bed.  The warrior nodded. "That staff is all I have, that proves I am a mage, and a powerful one-"

"But your magic, it's inside you.  The staff doesn't-"

Celtic was cut off.  "The staff proves that fact.  Without this staff no one would know what I was.  They would not respect me at all.  They would only see me as the whore I am."

Celtic's lips moved soundlessly again.  He was struck dumb by Chaos's words.  How could a mage, so strong, with an ego as big as his, think such a thing?  "N-No one thinks that Chaos," he managed.

"Sweet little elf..."

Celtic didn't even react to the insinuation that he was young or small.  In Chaos's arms, he felt like a child again.

"It would be nice if the world could change, but even after 5000 years, it has not.  My role is the same, as it has always been."

"Your role?"  Celtic asked, cuddling closer to the mage, who was now revealing his soul to someone, finally.

"I can't say that my beauty was a curse.  Too many would get angry at such a line.  But, it wasn't a godsend either.  Do you know Celtic, what it's like to be a prostitute at the age of twelve?  No I suppose not.  You were still a virgin when you and Dark became lovers..." Chaos sighed, remembering his past.

Celtic stayed silent, half in shock and half in respect.  Questions were not needed.  Chaos was ready to tell more without any prompting.

"What could I do?  I was a boy, and my dearest friend, my love, your Dark, was gone.  I was miserable.  The priests, they comforted me... And they gained my trust.  They all pampered me.  I was top student, but now, looking back, I wonder what the reason for that was..."

As Chaos paused again Celtic collected all the information into his brain.  Everything was already so overwhelming.  And yet, there was more.

"How could I know that what they did to me was wrong?  That it would happen again and again until every priest, mage and member of the royal family had either heard of or experienced me first hand.  And what, with so many priests higher on the ladder... I thought I had to win their respect.  I didn't think I could say 'no'.  I was so weak.  I had no power over anything, not even myself."

Celtic gave Chaos a little hug, trying to comfort the older man. 

"And with so many "requests" I didn't really have a choice.  Well, I had one; to be used and hurt over and over... or... to become what they wanted.  To become the whore that gave it away as soon as I caught a glance of want in some man's eye.  I learned how to read exactly what they wanted and made sure they got it, and then some.  It happened so often all I could do was that, and before I knew it, my life revolved around two things; magic and sex.  It became a part of me, dug itself into my soul and there it stayed.  I was two people within one body.  I was a sweet-hearted poet and a sex driven whore; each side despised the other.  I was torn, divided, and yet, one side always seemed to win, and I can tell you, it wasn't the sweetheart."  Chaos lazily stroked Celtic's hair, forgetting that he was confessing everything to the elf, and just telling his story, as he had not even told it to himself. 

Celtic's eyes were still wide, as each little chunk of the story floated into his head.  He rested a hand on Chaos's stomach, as the mage's fingers moved through his hair.

Chaos took a long, deep breath.  "I could still write, recover who I truly was in complete solitude, but if my services were requested, the walls went back up.  I don't know if it became a defense, to hold out the hurt, or if it was truly who I was becoming.  I was so confused, so scared, but no one ever knew.  To the others I was powerful, strong, everything a mage wanted to become... if they only knew.  Most of the men were good, and courteous, asking me when I could come to them, but it changed.  Some demanded when and where I came to them, some stole me right out of my room; some stole me out of other's rooms!  They were never satisfied, always wanting more.  I could have killed them all.  Sons of bitches.  They cared for no one but themselves.  Never anything but sex.  Raw, emotionless sex!"

Celtic's ears drooped a little at hearing such awful things, and also to try to shield the harsh sound of Chaos's voice.  His ears were so very sensitive.

"Even though I became a whore, even though I was what they all wanted, that didn't stop certain men from raping me... cold, heartless rape.  That's what they wanted.  They wanted me to scream in pain, not pleasure.  They wanted to take me in a way no one can fake.  They made me bleed, they cut my skin, they made me feel dirty... and it's not an easy feat to make a whore feel dirty."  Chaos sighed again.  "Those where my lowest days, and nights, because to them, it didn't matter whether the darkness of night covered their actions or not.  Such vile men, and the other's that knew... oh, so many knew.  They saw my cuts and bruises, but they didn't let me heal.  Gods, the pain..." Chaos lifted his free hand up to brush away the tear.  "After several of those encounters, I decided to do a bit of secret study with another mage, one in the white magic classes.  I learned to heal myself, so I wouldn't go through more pain than I needed to."

"Ch-Chaos?" Celtic managed weakly, tears prickling at his eyes.

"Hm?" Chaos tilted his head down to look at the warrior.  "What is it, Celtic?"

"Did anyone ever love you?"

Chaos's eyes closed, as a sting of self-loathing and blame washed over him.  "No, no one ever loved me, and there were two reasons to that.  The first being I didn't let them, not after Dark.  It hurt enough to be used, but to love someone, and still be hopping from bed to bed... A whore, a cheat... I wasn't good enough to be loved...."

"And the second reason?"  Celtic asked, not knowing if it was wise to push forward or not.

"The second was because..." Chaos stopped to think of the right wording, "was because to them I was not a person.  I was an object, or a tool, and not something to be loved, only used.  It was worse in the temple, but the palace was not much better.  There was far less people to please, and many of them had more respect and manners, but still, I was just an object."  Chaos let his head fall back into the pillows, breathing out through parted lips, eye closed lightly.

Celtic rolled onto his stomach, an arm still over the mage's abdomen.  He moved his face so his chin rested on Chaos's chest where his cheek had been before.  "And... it's not different now?  Not at all?"  His voice was almost a whimper.  He didn't want to believe such things could still happen.

Chaos nodded weakly.  "For the most part," he said.  "For the most part it's the same.  Monsters still ask for me, desire my time," he shuddered ever so slightly, "crave it... and so I give it to them.  And it's not just men anymore."

Celtic blinked.  "Women?"

"Hell no," Chaos stated; the first emotion to differ from the rest that were displayed that evening, but it was short lived.  "It's mostly men, and by that, I mean humanoid monsters.  Like you and me, who still look more of less like mortal men.  But not always...speaking class-wise, I've had dealings with Aquas, Winged Beasts, Plants, Dragons, and even Reptiles... though, they were exceptionally good looking considering their types, and often leaned further toward humanoid than, say, a lizard.... and the dragons for example, do go into their humanoid form... usually-"

"Ewww!"

Chaos chuckled lightly, the first merry sound for far too long.  "It's not that bad... actually-"

"Don't even!" Celtic squealed, hiding his face against Chaos's chest and covering his ears.  He stopped when gentle hands pulled his hands away and he looked back up at the mage.  "You were saying... prior to nasty dragon sex?"

"I was saying that nothing much has changed, that I'm still your friendly, Shadow Realm, whore.  Still go about the business of pleasing others.   But..." Chaos paused for a moment, "with Gaia and Luster, it wasn't about them.  No, they had each other for happiness, for pleasure.  That was for me... whoa."  Chaos stunned himself with his own realization.

"You've never slept with anyone because you wanted to?"

"I have, but it was a long, long time ago and it ended in hurt.  Maybe things are starting to change more than I thought..."

"What's changed that you already knew?  How come it's different now?"  Celtic asked, feeling far more open to asking questions, of really any sort to the spell-caster.

"My my, inquisitive now, aren't you?"  Chaos ruffled the elf's hair.  "You're what's different.  From the moment Magi dropped you at my door, maybe even before that.  You're the reason it's not as bad as it was.  Celtic, I've never had anyone, not to talk to, not to care about, and not to be cared by... not since Dark, and you know how he feels about me now."  He ran slender fingers through silky black hair as he sighed.  "You defend me, you want to know what's bothering me, you find me and find out, and you want to help.  A companion... not a one-night lover, or a quick thing behind the throne room.... a friend..." Chaos barely dared say the word. {Sassy: And no, that is not because he hates Tea and fears she will run in and rant.... that's why I made him say it looks around nervously}

Celtic stared, mouth agape, one finger in front of him, curled back to point at his face.

"Yes you."  Chaos smiled and pushed Celtic's hand back down.  "You're all that, and it really means a lot to me... I never would have thought."

Celtic snuggled close to the mage.  "Friends," he said against Chaos's chest.  "We'll look out for each other."

Chaos nodded, a true smile running across his deep blue lips. "We will at that."

Sassy: Tada. Now try to review without telling me how long it took to update… or I'll sic Hicky on you.