Hicky: steps out of her cage I think I'm safe!

Trent: bops Hicky on the head with a video game case

Hicky: AndreAla??????

Trent: Nope......

Hicky: HEY! KOBURA DORAGON! COME HERE!

Kobura: walks up Yes?

Hicky: Have you wrote any DM/CG fics... cause I keep thinking I read something of yours....

Trent: In short, she's confused. He also does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own the poem in this chapter and in others to come!

The Other Side of the Coin

Chaos walked toward his room. His composure was smug and strong but his stride was irregular, and quick. He opened the door widely and stood for a moment, looking at Luster who was grinning stupidly on his bed. "Get out!" Chaos yelled.

Luster was snapped back into reality. "Bloody hell?"

"OUT!" Chaos shouted and pointed to the still open door.

"This is my room as well you know-" Luster stopped as Chaos came over to him, grabbed him by his shirt and proceeded to remove him from the room.

Chaos put up a lock after the door was shut. He let himself fall into the door, and slide down it slowly. He brought his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He bowed his head until his brow rested on his knees. "How could I?" he asked quietly, voice trembling. "How could I do that?" His body began to shudder with suppressed sobs. "He didn't deserve that... nobody deserves that... how could I?" Chaos somehow found enough will power to get up. He made his way into the bathroom and started a shower.

He tested the water with his hand, then grabbed a strand of hair. His eyes narrowed at the hard black strand, which obviously had more than enough gel, hair-spray, and magic in it. He stepped under the warm water and let it wash away all the physical evidence of what 'he' had done. He washed the dried sweat off his body, and ferociously attacked his hair; shampooing twice before using any conditioner. When he was satisfied he stepped out and pointed to his hair. He wasn't going to wait for that much hair to dry on its own.

He walked out of the bathroom naked; his hair, soft and silky, all around him. He made his way to a closet and from it took down a almost translucent black robe. He sighed as he went and sat on his bed. He lay down and curled up, clutching his knees again. "How could I let that happen?" he asked himself. "How could I ever let something like that happen, no matter how strong he is...." His eyes danced with unshed tears; eyes that were bright and warm. "Why couldn't I stop him?"

Chaos enveloped himself in pity. He couldn't stand it. He hated that he couldn't control himself, well, that part of himself. I was as if over the millennia the other part of him took over. He grew strong in the Shadow Realm. Him and his blood red eyes, always lusting, and his sharp hair, just making him seem all the more threatening. Chaos ran his hand through the natural soft hair and relished the feeling. This was him. This scared, lonely mage was him. The true Chaos, who shuddered when he was taken to become a mage, but shoved his fear down and masked his true self. The bright little poet of the desert; that was him. But no longer. He could only be himself in total solitude; where no one would ever know him, where no one could ever know him. The other him was jealous. It was ironic really; something that had once been a mask was now taking over his life, and making it his own. No attention could ever go to the soft hair boy. Never.

"I'm nothing but a weak child," Chaos mumbled. He had never lived past his days in the desert, growing up in the village with the object of his affections. Once he was ripped away from that life, all he did was act as he was expected to, pushing everything else to the side. And when his wine-haired, childhood playmate was seen again, Chaos was already swallowed within himself.

Chaos continued to mumble. "When light and darkness are infused... ha... we are not, we are separate... and I am nothing...." Somehow Chaos crawled out of his self pity and sat up in his bed. There was one thing that he could always do; that was something truly his. Poetry. And as long as he could write, he could exist. His muse was back in his life; not in a way in which he would have liked, but he was there all the same. He could write what he felt so much more easily than actually doing the things. He couldn't do the things. He wasn't allowed. But he could write his little fantasies, and there would always be a joyous end. Chaos was a hopeless romantic and his specialty were love poems.

Paper on his lap, pen in hand, he began to write everything his heart felt. The result was this;

Over a distance our eyes meet,

And I'm not so sure on my feet.

My breath is quick, heart is racing.

Seeing you, my mind starts tracing.

Your body is beyond perfect.

Absolutely every aspect.

If only I could just be me,

And not that jerk you always see.

If it was me that you had met,

You would be mine, I'm sure of that.

Chaos

Chaos read over his poem and smiled at the thoughts of the purple-haired man that the words were meant for. His smile then turned to a frown. What would his other side do to his writing if he found it? Chaos looked around the room he shared with Luster. Knowing that no matter how smug he was, his other side wouldn't go rummaging through Luster's drawers, he made his way over to a desk and in the bottom drawer stashed away the only evidence that he existed.

There was a loud knock at the door that was most likely an annoyed ritual monster. It had been a while since he had been kicked out of his own room. "Okay! Enough alone time! Let me back in!"

Chaos stood up but made no move for the door; not right away. Eyes, along with the rest of his features glazed over. Then they came back fast, and sharp. Eyes deep red and body held strong. Chaos pointed to his hair in disgust, causing it to become sharp once more. He went over to the edge of Luster's bed, then pointed to the door, which opened. With Luster's eyes on him he tossed his body onto the bed. "Hello handsome."

"All right then....." Luster walked over to his bed and grabbed Chaos; one arm behind his back, the other under his knees. He lifted the mage and walked over to the other bed. "We've been over this before... this one's yours," Luster said before roughly tossing Chaos onto the mage's bed before returning to his own.

Chaos rolled onto his stomach and kicked his feet back and forth in the air. His chin propped up on his hands. "You look happy."

Luster still had that silly smile on his face. "I am..."

"Whyyyyyy?" Chaos questioned.

"I kissed someone... and they kissed me back..."

"Ooooooooo, who?" Chaos had now stopped his kicking, and now just had one foot in the air.

"I am not a gossip Chaos."

"Awww, sure you are. Come on! Was it that uptight 'straight' guy? I mean, he was kinda hot... Was it?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," Luster sighed as his thought returned to the kiss.

"So it was! Was he a good kisser? I mean, sure he thought he was straight but, for a first timer, was he good?" Chaos wasn't just acting like a silly girl, he had something planned already.

"Mmm. Huh? Did you say something? Ahh!" Luster was welcomed back by Chaos sitting beside him.

"Why don't you show me how he kisses?"

"Bloody hell Chaos!"

"What?" Chaos asked leaning in, only to get a hand in his face.

"I think not!" Luster said as he pushed the mage, and watched as he landed at the foot of the bed, and then fell off the edge. "Oh, graceful."

"Shut up! You know, I could do whatever I wanted with you! I just choose not to."

"Riiiiight.... I am not afraid of you, I hope you know."

'Finally. Someone isn't,' came a small voice inside Chaos's head. "Hmmm, interesting."

deet

"Celtic? What's wrong?" Dark asked worried. The elf seemed to be a million miles away, as if remembering something. Could it be the rape?

Celtic shook his head slowly, returning to himself. "Dark!" He held the mage tightly, watery eyes against his shoulder.

"What? What is it?" came a soft, soothing voice from the mage.

"Chaos- Chaos has..."

"What does he have?" Dark could have thought of about a thousand thing, and most were about his hatred toward him.

"You're... lips... They're yours, perfect, exact, copied. He took them somehow...." Celtic let the tears fall. It had finally hit him. There was no more adrenaline, no duel, no other need that had to be fulfilled. This was it. Being held by his mage while he wept.

Dark was shocked. He couldn't figure out how it happened. How the other mage had his lips. He had a body, and had had it since, well, forever. They hadn't had the same lips before. He knew because he remembered when he was five and Chaos had kissed him on the cheek. Not the blue skinned mage, but his friend. It didn't make sense, unless-

Celtic felt a small jolt from the mage but didn't ask what it was about. He kept his arms around Dark, and was glad for the arms wrapped around him.

'The ritual summoning,' Dark thought. 'Could that be it? Did he make some alterations? That asshole! Can't he just have what's his and stop taking things from others?!' Dark bit down on his lower lip. If he and Chaos had identical lips, then every time he kissed Celtic, it would remind him of Chaos and what had been done to him. He couldn't put Celtic through constant mental torture for his own pleasure. He wouldn't lay his lips on the elf, not until he was ready. Dark rested his head against Celtic's and held him close while he cried. He rubbed his back and whispered sweet words into the elf's ear.

It seemed like a long time had passed when Celtic finally drew away and wiped his damp eyes. He looked at Dark who smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry," he said as if knowing what Dark had decided. He kissed the mage on the cheek.

Dark ran his thumb over the elf's lips. "Not until you're alright again. Not until you're ready."

Celtic was being torn apart. He loved Dark, and he did want to just be pinned down and have the mage do whatever he wanted. But he knew with every touch of those perfect lips he would have to mentally relive his rape. It was too soon. It had just happened. He hoped that it would leave quickly; that love was stronger than fear. He hoped that all the fairy tales were true. He hoped that anything that would heal him faster was true.

deet

Twilight was in his stall, in his natural state, when he heard some sort of commotion. Looking through the open stable doors he could catch glimpses of someone running back at forth and occasionally jumping into the air. 'What the hell?' Before he could think any longer on the monster, he came running right into the stable and stopped, with a slide, in front of his stall. "What the hell?!" Twilight asked his master.

Gaia had a grin on his face from one ear to the other. "HI!"

"Again... WHAT THE HELL?!"

"What the hell, what?"

"You're insane! What are you high on?!"

"Luster...." Gaia said as then literally fell over due to what looked like drunkenness.

"Are you sure you're not drun-.... Luster?! Luster the gorgeous ritual warrior? THAT Luster?"

"Mmmmmhhhmmmmmmmmmm...."

Twilight unlocked his stall door and kicked it. It hit Gaia hard, mostly in the face. "Based on your homophobic reaction to me, and the fact that Luster is a MAN, I find that hard to believe!"

Gaia hopped up, rubbed his face, then returned to his psycho self. "Weeeeellllllllllllll, guess what horse! I'M GAY TOO!" He yelled as he grabbed the sides of Twilight's face and kissed him between his eyes before running off to gods only know where.

Twilight looked back and forth, trying to figure out if that had just been the weirdest thing to ever happen, or if it was a dream. "Gaia... gay.... Gaia.... gay.... owww, my head hurts," Twilight said after repeating himself. "That just doesn't seem to add up-"

"THEN LEARN TO COUNT!" came Gaia's voice from the end of the stables.

"One, two, three," Twilight offered.

"ONE, TWO, THREE! LUSTER AND ME! FOUR, FIVE, SIX! I LIKE- Okay, let's stop right there." And off he dash again.

Twilight cocked his head to the side, obviously figuring out what rhymed with 'six'. "By gods... I think he is!"

Hicky: BUUUUUUUUU! That was suppose to be a Chaos chapter... all Chaos. But it was too short with just him!

Trent: Hicky, calm down.

Hicky: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! flails arms around