Due to the huge amounts of good reviews I have received, it took faster than I thought to whip out chapter three of Secret Fantasy. Evanescence will do that. In fact there are a lot of songs by that wonderful band that contribute to this story's plot. *dun dun dun*

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(don't ya just looove those?)

There's sorta…uh…a bit of unintentional masturbation going to occur later on the chapter. *laughs sheepishly* Unintentional because Kaiba isn't really aware he is doing it until too late. Yes, I said Kaiba. Who did ya think it was going to be? XD Anyway, again I say unintentional because Kaiba doesn't strike me as the kind of pervert who masturbates on a whim.

Also there is a bit of action going on between Mokuba and Rebecca at the end of the chapter. Apparently a lot more MokubaxRebecca than I first intended is occurring. I really like that coupling. It's a fun couple to work with. Just remember that Rebecca is sixteen and Mokuba is eighteen, because I think in the anime, he is two years or so older than her, but I'm not really sure. I made Rebecca's personality sort of like reserved and mature for her age, and of course, still a bitch. Mokuba…well, there really isn't anything special about Mokuba other than he is your average horny guy. XD

PS-Yes, the lyrics are being sung by Rebecca because she's in a band, even though the song is by Evanescence.

Disclaimer:  I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and if I owned Evanescence, the band would sound not even 1/3 as good as it does now.

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Chapter Three

My Last Breath

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Hold on to me, love

You know I can't stay long

All I wanted was to say I love you and I'm not afraid

Can you hear me?

Can you feel me in your arms?

Serenity did not tell Malik the invisible force touching her as he busied himself with dinner fifteen minutes after their recent joining. It was crazy. Invisible people just don't appear out of nowhere and start touching you. That was just not physically, or mentally for that matter, possible. At first she thought that maybe it was Malik playing with her, but how could he? He no longer possessed the Shennen Rod. It had been returned to its original holder, Seto Kaiba.

Wait.

She paused in her musings, listening to her intake of breath as the revelation sank down into her. That bastard! Quickly, she pulled the quilt tighter around her naked body as if he might try something like that again. Of course, who else could it be? Just because Kaiba claimed seven years ago that he had no idea how to use the Shennen Rod, did not mean he had not been practicing during his absence. Serenity had not been too thick-headed to see the powers of the Shennen Items, including the mind dominating powers of the Rod. She should've known he would have pulled something like this, that square-assed computer geek with enough frost in his soul to make Pluto look like a tropical haven.

But then again, what was Kaiba going to do the Rod, make wild squirrels disco-dance to the BeeGees or something? Kaiba was the type of person who liked to do things the hard way no matter how easy the other path looked.

Okay, getting off of that train of thought.

Growling to herself, Serenity forced her legs to carry her to the bathroom so she could shower. Without really thinking about it, she locked the bathroom door. Right, like that was going to save her from the Shennen Rod that worked inside her mind, but there was something about locks that made any self-respecting female feel safer. However, she stood in front of the shower for a full five minutes. Damn, she was going to be paranoid for the rest of her life thanks to that jackass CEO and his mind-craving pleasures! What if he was watching her right now? Now there was a creepy thought.

Well, let him masturbate over it, you have more important things to do! the Wheeler within her snapped, thoroughly disgusted with her childish behavior. With this thought in mind, and trying to not think about how erotic the mental image of Seto masturbating was, Serenity flicked on the faucet as hot as her body could take without burning to a crisp and stepped into the shower.

She raised her arms in ecstasy, rubbing the shampoo in her hair, dwelling with the pleasant image of Malik caressing the formula into her hair. But suddenly the water ran over the image and soon it was replaced with Seto, whispering softly into her ear, as he held her close, hands sliding down her hair, lowering to her face, lowering to her neck, her shoulders, lowering to...

DAMN IT!!!

Serenity lowered her arms and stomped her foot in anger and frustration, blaming Kaiba for all this hell she was going through, blaming him for causing her to mentally cheat on Malik. The stomp resulted in her nearly slipping in the tub and she had to grab the rag railing on the wall to keep her balance. She blamed Kaiba for that, too.

Okay, that was it. No more Miss Nice Wheeler! The next time Serenity saw Kaiba, that prick will regret having ever laid eyes on her.

Holding my last breath

Safe inside myself

Are all my thoughts of you

Sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

Kaiba regretted having ever laid eyes on Serenity. Seriously. It was because of her, he was going through this torment. He retired sometime about seven that evening to bed, shortly after his mental encounter with Serenity. With a migraine the size of Mount Fuji, he took three aspirins and crawled into bed hoping to sleep away the pounding pain that occurred every time his temples pulsed.

His wet dream about Serenity had not made matters any better.

He woke up an hour later with a saliva-soaked corner of blanket in his mouth, mummified in the rest of the blanket, and his pants and the sheets completely soaked with semen. Shit, shit, shit! Looks like he was going to have to do laundry again, lest the maid inquired about the drenched bed decorations, to which there could only be two options and both were too humiliating for his pride to withstand. He had either wet the bed the 3-year-old or the 23-year-old way, both options about as bad as being stuck between a rock and hard place, take your pick.

Well, blankets would have to wait. Kaiba stomped to the adjoining bathroom and stripped his body of his dress shirt and sticky pants. Damn, another pair of black leather ruined. Oh, well, that will teach him to sleep in his best pants next time. He flicked on the ice-cold water and stepped under the shower head, leaning against the wall as the fall of glacier drops cooled his heated skin.

I'll miss the winter

A world of fragile things

Look for me in the white forest

Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)

I know you hear me

I can taste it in your tears

Serenity...

His hand, as if having developed a mind of its own, began traveling south. He did not take notice as his thoughts turned to Serenity.

Did he love her? It was hard to say. He lusted after her, that was for sure, with more passion than had driven through his heart when he was after something, be it a skimpy failing business or Duel Monsters. His fingers slid over his reawakened manhood, beginning to pump ever so slowly. He felt a new sensation of pleasure seeping through him, but his mind was too filled with confusing thoughts to figure out what primitive ritual his hand was performing.

Holding my last breath

Safe inside myself

Are all my thoughts of you

Sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

Kaiba did admit that he needed her. Though he hated to be dependent on anything, sometimes not even himself, Serenity had been the first person he had ever met who did not judge him solely because he was Seto Kaiba. She had given him a chance to prove himself to her. He remembered her desire-filled eyes and warm embrace, looking up at him with want for him, with need, for him and him alone. Her soft touch, the way she whispered his name, all for him. There was no way she could disguise that desire. She wanted him, not his money, his name, his title, but him.

His hand pumped himself faster as the raging Kaiba passion began to stir within him once again.

So why the hell did she deny me!? his mind cried. Why had she been so ashamed of being with him? Why did she try to abandon him?

He gasped as continued humping his hand, the image of Serenity flashing before him, her body beckoning to his. His chest heaved as he could feel her touching him, caressing him. "Love me, Serenity," he whispered into the air, humping faster and faster, body screaming for release. "Love me forever. Don't leave me again."

Kaiba released a small cry as he came into his hand. His eyes turned downward, the fantasy shattered, realizing it had been nothing more than himself masturbating like a perverted adolescent. Disgusted with himself, he wasted no time scrubbing the cum off his hand, turning off the shower, and stomping out the bathroom, indigo towel wrapped loosely around his shivering body. Well, he was cold, now. He'll give himself that much.

Closing your eyes to disappear

You pray your dreams will leave you here

But still you wake and know the truth

No one's there

Mokuba could not keep his childish grin from forming on his face as he pulled his black Viper into the driveway of the Hawking's residence. Ah, he could hear the thundering beat of bass and drums. He closed the car door and approached the opened garage as the high-school rock band he managed, Crimson Rapture, practiced for a gig which was to take place this Saturday. He leaned against the doorway as he watched Rebecca, the lead singer and guitarist sweep the rest of the band into the climax of the song.

Say goodnight

Don't be afraid

Calling me calling me as you fade into black

The other members, Jessica on keyboards, Roscoe on bass, and Steve on the drums, joined her for the last chorus.

(Say goodnight)

Holding my last breath

(Don't be afraid)

Safe inside myself

(Calling me calling me as you fade into black)

Are all my thoughts on you

Sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

Mokuba applauded as the last note faded into silence, nearly making Rebecca jump and the other members smile with welcome. "That was beautiful, Rebecca, just like you," he cheered. "However your melancholy love songs are starting to worry me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Rebecca shot back playfully. "Jessica writes most of them."

"Ex-boyfriends are good for something after all," Jessica added, beaming with pride.

"That makes me feel better," Mokuba replied. "Now may I please have a moment with my girlfriend?"

The members exchanged sly glances with each other, much to Rebecca's embarrassment, and filed out of the garage. Before Rebecca could inquire why Mokuba had up and suddenly kicked the band out of the garage, though granted practice would be over in two minutes anyway, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her past the kitchen and into the living room. Next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back on the couch, with her boyfriend on top of her, devouring her neck.

"Mokuba!" she gasped, breath catching in her throat as his hands traveled down to her thighs and back up again.

He shushed her by placing his lips tenderly against hers, tongue seeking the warmth of her mouth in a gentle invasion. "Don't speak," he whispered in between kisses. "Let me make love to you."

"NOW!?" Rebecca squeaked. "Right here? In the living room?"

"Why not? Isn't it a tradition to make love in every room of the house?"

"That's only when you are married," she snapped. She looked up then, emerald eyes searching blood-indigo, hoping that maybe that thought had sunk into his head.

Mokuba was your typical guy. Of course it didn't.

He kissed her long and deeply, and for a static moment, she sank deeply into the kiss, falling in love with him all over again. "Mokuba," she breathed when they parted for air.

"I want you now, Rebecca. It's been a month."

"Good. You need to practice abstinence if you don't want to get yourself hurt. Besides wasn't that blowjob I gave you in your office earlier today enough?"

"No," he groaned softly, tongue rolling across her ear, raising goosebumps along her skin. She squirmed beneath him, running her fingers through his long raven ponytail as he sucked on her earlobe. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and she gasped softly when his hand cupped a breast underneath her bra.

"Mokuba! We gotta...we gotta stop this...my grandfather..."

Before she could inform him that considering it was already eight o'clock, her grandfather might arrive home at any minute, the phone rang. Mokuba didn't seem to hear it, at least pretended he didn't hear it, and so, helplessly, Rebecca fumbled blindly for the cordless. On the fifth ring, her hand found it and she had to make an effort to put the phone to the ear beside the couch back considering the other one was being busy at the moment.

"Quit trying to chew my ear off, I still need it!" she snapped. "And, in case you didn't notice, I'm on the phone!"

Rebecca tried with everything she had to turn her attention to the phone. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hello, Rebecca. How are things? Good I hope?"

"Hey, grandpa!" Rebecca greeted with more cheer than she intended thanks to current circumstances. "Everything's just fine here!"

She heard Mokuba chuckle softly before his lips returned to her neck. She squirmed as his hand toyed with her nipple. She could kill him, she could just kill him!!!

"How's that young man of yours doing?"

"Who, Mokuba? Oh, he's doing just great." He's still alive, how much more wonderful could that get? At the mention of his name, Mokuba looked up at Rebecca and a huge smirk appeared on his face. Instantly, Rebecca paled. The Kaiba smirk. Nothing good ever came out of that smirk. She narrowed her eyes, expression telling him that if he tried anything he was going to get it. That only made him smirk more, and then he began licking her stomach.

Rebecca's eyes widened as her stomach tightened with the feeling of his tongue against her navel. Every instinct was telling her to give him a good swift kick in the balls, but her heart, damn it for all that little shit was worth, kept her from doing so, saying that she could not bear his children if she damaged the family jewels for life.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"Rebecca, are you okay? You sound breathless."

Indeed, she was gasping softly at Mokuba's assault. Screw her heart. He was gonna die.

"Yes, Grandpa, I just came back from...jogging." A loud snort erupted from Mokuba as he buried his face in her torso to keep from laughing out loud. He knew he was going to be in big trouble once Rebecca hung up the phone. Of course, that was the sole reason why he incessantly aggravated her in the first place. Domination was fun. Bondage was funner.

"Huh? Did you say you're not coming home tonight?"

Even Mokuba had to look up in surprise at the sound of that.

"Yes. Some extremely interesting artifacts from Egypt had arrived, so Solomon and I are staying at the museum tonight to analyze them.  You'll be fine by yourself tonight, won't you?"

"Um...yeah, don't worry about!" Rebecca responded. Hee hee hee, now she could have her revenge on this embarrassment. "Hey, Grandpa, I gotta go. I think my dinner is burning in the oven." Again, Mokuba had to subjugate his laughter.

"All right, dear. I'll see you tomorrow morning. I love you."

"I love you, too." She hung up the cordless and nearly threw it off the couch. Mokuba returned to her face, staring down in her eyes.

"Well? I guess this means we have the entire night to ourselves?" he inquired.

"Idiot," she replied affectionately, then grabbed his head to kiss him fiercely. He returned that kiss just as hungrily as she tried to rip his clothes off. A loud thud was heard. Turned out the two had rolled off the couch, but they were too involved with each other to care.

~*~

Though the meal was delicious as always, Serenity found herself unable to do anything more than pick at it. She felt guilty. After all, Malik constantly slaved over dinner considering she couldn't cook, and here she was acting ungrateful. Malik, who had already made half of his meal disappear, looked at her in concern. "Don't you like it?"

She smiled. "It's not that," she replied softly, her steak barely recognizable now thanks to the fork's consistent poking.

"Are you not feeling well?" he pressed, lilac eyes now truly concerned.

There, that was it. She simply was not feeling well. "I admit I'm not really up to par at the moment," she confessed. "It must be something I ate earlier today. I sorta fixed myself some lunch this afternoon." It was true. She had made herself a can of soup and somehow managed to screw that up considerably. How was unknown. It couldn't be Wheeler blood because Joey could be a chef if he wanted.

"It's truly a wonderful meal, Malik," she continued, the ever growing amount of guilt still rising within her. Would she ever make it go away? "I'm just not hungry. I think I'll feel better if I lay down for a moment."

He reached over to caress her chin, those amethyst eyes never judging her, questioning her, never suspecting...

"Sure. You do that. Just call me if you need anything, okay?"

She nodded and entered the dark bedroom, closed the door behind her, and fell against the cold covers. Tears stung her eyes as she thought of Malik. He was so damn good to her, how could she be treating him like this!?

It's all Kaiba's fault! If only he would leave her alone!

But it wasn't, and deep, deep down she knew that. She had been the one fantasizing about him for the past seven fucking years. It was only one night! No way could Kaiba could be so damn good that even one night with him surpassed the many nights she had with Malik. There was just no way.

I was your first, and you were my first, shouldn't that mean something?

Okay, she admitted it. Kaiba took her virginity and that had been something extremely special to her. She didn't give into Kaiba's touch that night simply because the guy knew exactly how to use his tongue with the expertise of a professional. She had developed a huge crush on him during Battle City. And why not? Kaiba was everything she wanted to be: independent, strong, brave, and any synonym dealing with those aspects. And not to mention that Kaiba was the only person she had met who did not see her as some helpless individual that couldn't think for herself. She had revealed this to him that night to which she remembered his response well:

Everyone has the ability to be independent. You just have to find the strength to admit it.

Unlike everyone else, who just simply smiled, eyes saying, Yeah, right. Your role in life is nothing more than the damsel in distress, always has been and always will be. You might as well accept it.

"That's not true, Serenity," came a soft-spoken voice.

She jumped, startled. No one there. But now she knew what was going on.

I know that's you, Kaiba. What the hell are you doing in my private thoughts!?!

"It's not my fault I walked in on you having a conversation with yourself."

That's no excuse! If you think you're going to try and take over my mind with that Shennen Rod of yours, then you are even more of a heartless prick than I first thought.

"I don't plan on using the Shennen Rod to force you back to me," came the reply. "I know you will come back to me willingly."

Think again, bastard! I am not one of your lackeys who suck your balls on your command.

"Touche, my love. But I don't think that either. I've been sitting in your mind for a bit now. I know now that you haven't forgotten me."

Serenity choked back a cry, utterly humiliated now, every ounce of pride within her shattered into unfixable shreds. Unable to hold back the tears, they slipped freely down her cheeks.

"Don't cry. I am in the same boat as you. I haven't been able to forget you, either. All the pleasurable company I've kept for the past five years have been nothing compared to you. Now that we know that we can't forget each other, come back to me, Serenity. Let's relive that night." A brush of wind fell against her lips and traveled around her neck, over a breast, and back up to her neck. She felt as if someone was holding her, and she found herself slowly giving into those invisible arms.

"S-Seto," she breathed out loud. Then she quickly pulled back and buried her face in her hands. Go away! her mind screamed. I hate you for what you're doing to me! Why can't you just leave me alone!? Can't you see that you are hurting me!?

"You're the one who is hurting yourself," he replied angrily. "And I see that you are too selfish to comprehend that you are making a mistake in believing you are the only one who has been hurt by this separation." 

Her head snapped up. Kaiba?

But he had gone.

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Yes, I know. Disturbing to the latest. That is the whole point of this story. Did I put it on the angst category?? If I didn't, I may need to change that. This story is coming out to be a lot darker than I intended, and I like it!!! XD