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A/N: Thanks for reading :) Here's chapter 17 :) Enjoy! –- Razzleteddy

Warning! Strong contents will be featured here. So, read with caution is advised. I repeat this chapter will contain very strong contents. You have been warned! Thanks. -– Razzleteddy

Cry of Echoes

Eizo inhaled a breath and leisurely stood up. He watched as Baiko approached Mokuba's bed with sheer glint in his eyes, which caused him to sadden his face a little. He knew from that look that the kid was going to be hurt once again. What a monster Baiko was and now he wished he never met him. He molded his face slightly distasteful at the man before him.

"You may go now Eizo and this time." Baiko showed an eager grin, "I don't want to be disturbed," his voice was filled with delightful humor.

"No! Please don't go Eizo!" Mokuba cried fearfully, "Don't leave me alone with him!" he knew in his beating heart what was going to happen and it scared him very much. He so desperately wanted to run now.

Eizo looked down at the boy with a sober glance. He didn't want to leave him to his fate. "I-" he stuttered uncertainly. What else could he do? He was stuck in a difficult situation. Yes, it was strong as steel.

"Eizo!" Baiko narrowed his eyes. "I said leave!" He then turned to the boy, "And as for you! You better behave yourself if you know what's good for you!" he threatened intensely then looked back up to Eizo. He lined his face roughly, "You're still here?"

Eizo hardened his face more and walked out of the room with heavy feet. He closed the door behind him then he stood in the hallway with deep thoughts. "This isn't right." He shook his head seriously then walked down the dim hallway as a decision formed in his mind. Satisfied, he went to the exit and was about to leave when. He heard an all familiar voice behind hm.

"Where are you going Eizo?"

Eizo stopped short in his tracks and turned around. He spotted Washi who glared at him with his arms crossed. Therefore, he inhaled another deep breath, "I believe... that's none of your business Washi," he said annoyed.

Washi just smirked at his tone of voice. "Does Baiko know you're leaving?"

"I don't need his permission to leave."

"Oh you don't huh?" Washi then strolled over to him.

"Look," Eizo narrowed his eyes and fought the urged to punch that smirk off his face. "I'm just going to the store to get something okay," he turned around yet again.

"Don't take too long Eizo." Washi warned him in a - voice. He watched Eizo just ignored him as he continued on his way out the door.

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Mokuba whimpered as he felt the man sit down on his bed, terror seized his whole body. He laid there terrified and waited for the man motives, granted he already knew what he was planning. The room became still, he could hear his heart beat out of his chest like a jackhammer, suddenly he filched when he felt the man sooth his face softly, his touch was ice cold, then paused at his lips and traced it over with his thumb. "You do have beautiful lips... you remind me so much of her," Baiko said sorrowfully.

Mokuba wrinkled his brow, her? What does he mean? He wanted to ask but fear stopped him for doing so, he jumped while the man kissed him lightly on the lips. "Please don-" he about to say but gagged as the man deepened the kiss, roaming his tongue all around, panic filled him then as he tried to squirm away from him, crying at that. He couldn't breathe.

Baiko grabbed the boy and held him firmly as he captured his lips. He shoved his tongue down into his mouth with deep moaning pleasure. He released him after a long moment, completely out of breath then rested his head on the boy's chest. "You know... we've never finish what we started..." he mumbled in his shirt as he began stroke the boy's hair.

"P-P-Please... please don't… I b-beg you…"

Baiko sat there with a small smirk. He listened to boy's pleading cry then stood up. "Come now... don't be that way," he started to unchain his ankles and then slowly pull the boy's pants off along with his underpants, "It'll all be over soon."

Mokuba sobbed quietly to himself, He cringed at the after taste in his mouth, which tasted like dirty tobacco. His stomach began to rumble with sickness while he felt the man unchain his ankles, and then pulled off his pants. The thought of what on was about to happen started to fuse.

He breathed apprehensively. He wasn't ready for that kind of contact. Seto did explain to him what the birds and bees and what love was, but he was only twelve years old. He didn't even like girls yet. Now this man was going to take his innocent away and solid him completely, like he was nothing. No! He wasn't going let this man have his way with him, like he was some sort of play toy. The more he brewed it over the angrier he became.

Bravely he began to thrash around. "No! I won't let you! Get away from me, you sick asshole!" he kicked at him wildly, he refused to submit, if this man was intending to rape him, he wasn't going down without a damn good fight. He knew Seto wouldn't give in like that and neither was he! He yanked on his hands trying to break his restraints desperately. But he cringed when he felt it only cut through the flesh of his wrists.

Baiko creased his brow crossly, "You've better calm down boy! Or you'll be sorry!" he walked around and picked up the electric taser. He turned it on and grabbed at him. "I mean it! Don't make me hurt you again!" he watched the boy fight him hard. That made him more furious with him.

Mokuba felt the man grab at him, "No! Leave me alone! I won't let you!" he shrieked and bit the man's hand hard, he felt blood filled his mouth.

Baiko cried out and pulled his hand back, then looked up feverishly. "You'll pay for that!" he roared, he stalked over and brutally struck him with the taser.

"AAAAH!" Mokuba instantly felt the burn hit him and began to flop around on the bed in agony, "STOP!" he screamed, "SETO!"

Baiko grinned evilly, "Oh I'm sorry but your dear brother Seto isn't here to help you I'm afraid." He struck him again and did this repeatedly, "This could have been so much easier, if you just behave Mokuba."

Mokuba screamed continuously. He twitched around from the surge of the heat. "P-Please..." he cried tearfully as he started to break down, "Please... s-s-stop..." he sucked in a sob.

Baiko laughed in enjoyment. He continued to torture him and watched his defiance crumble down into dust.

An hour later...

Baiko stopped his torment, he sat down gleefully and watched Mokuba trembled on the bed while he sobbed out of control. "Now, I take it you're all done, right?" he pleased, "Or should we continue the tasering hmmm?"

Mokuba hiccupped with his face soaked with tears. He shook his head, "N-No… please…" he finally gave in. "I-I'll be good..." he sobbed regretfully.

Baiko grinned and settled the taser back down. "Splendid," he stood up with his arms crossed, he glared a bit, "I believe you own me an apology Mokuba," he said seriously.

Mokuba breathed shakily as he stalled.

"I'm waiting."

Mokuba sniffled heavily, "I-I'm… s-sorry," he whispered softly and hated himself for being so weak in front of him. Why must he be so weak?

Baiko nodded with a satisfy sneer, he climbed top of the boy then removed the device and placed it on the nearby bed post. He spread him far apart and straddled his hips. He began to kiss the boy all over before he reached his mouth. He drew him into another deep kiss, moaning in pleasure. He became aroused more and more, he kissed his neck while his breathing became rapid with lustful excitement. "Oh... how I dream of this..." he breathed in his sent deeply, "Oh Mokuba...He reached his hand down between his legs and started to violate him cruelly. He felt the boy tense up as he did that.

"Stop! Please stop!" Mokuba felt the man violated him, it hurt so much.

Baiko just ignored him as he continued. "Relax…" he said in a still voice.

Mokuba just laid there, his mind raced with fearful thoughts. "Please don't," he wept softly and wanted to get away but couldn't, he felt trapped

"You're so beautiful…Mokuba." Baiko lustfully need became more. He sat up and unzipped his pants then laid back down. He pinned him down strong and prepared himself, "Scream if you want to…" he heaved out, "This will hurt." He covered the boy's mouth with hand and with the other, reached down and with one quick motion pushed himself deep into him.

Mokuba cried hard while the man covered his mouth up with his cold hand, he just closed his eyes and braced himself on what was to come.

It didn't take long though.

Mokuba screamed as he was thrust into and felt the pressure of the man inside him. Tears pooled out of his shielded eyes and down his flushed face. He struggled against the binds that chained his hands to the bedpost. All he felt was extreme pain at the moment from all sides of his small body. How he wished that it would stop. That HE would stop. He wanted him to stop.

Baiko groaned out in lustful ecstasy. He began to thrust into him and became hungry with desire. "Oh Aya…" he moaned while he gotten lost in his thoughts. He continued to grunt heavily into the boy's ear. The caused the one below him to sob out of control. He continued his thrusting motions into him.

Why was this happening! Mokuba thought desperately. Oh stop! Pleaseee! He screamed into his hand and tried his best to block it out but couldn't. He felt his energy leaving him and helpless filled him. Baiko overlooked his muffed weeping as he increased his harsh movements. He gripped his hip with other hand and pushed his pelvic against him. He dug his fingernails into his skin and thrusted harder and harder which caused the bed creak fiercely underneath them.

Mokuba screeched until his throat tore from the force of his cries. He pulled hard against his restraints. Baiko just plunged into him again with lustful excitement as he came close to his release. He was in heaven.

Please god, help me! Mokuba prayed with his losing strength, the pain was unbearable. Make him stop! He couldn't breathe and felt faint. He wanted his brother... where was Seto?

Baiko pumped into him deeper and deeper, his breaths rapid, he was so close, so close, he could taste it. He grunted heavily when suddenly he thrusted into him one more time. He had reached his climax. He gave out a loud and repulsing moan then froze in place, completely out of breath. Mokuba cried out when he felt his release fill him, it felt like his insides were on fire. He screamed a couple more times when the man continued to thrust into him a bit.

Finally, Baiko collapsed onto the whimpering child. He closed his eyes exhaustedly and pulled the boy into a firm hug, preventing the boy from moving around, soon enough he fell in a light slumber.

Mokuba just laid there with rigid sobs. He tried his finest to compose himself but he couldn't relax, he felt his body throbbed with hurt. He just cried for long time when finally, what seemed like forever, blissful unconsciousness overtook him and pulled into restless dreams.

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At the same time, Seto limped into a dark alley to catch his breath then looked up and creased his brow apprehensively. He heard sirens in the distant and knew they must be looking for him. Well, why wouldn't they, he did escaped from jail. He chuckled a bit then leaned against the wall and cringed with hurt while he felt his leg vibrate with pain. When it subsided, he slowly lowered himself down upon the ground then pulled out his scribbles to study them.

"Let's see. L, N, W, S, A, E, A, K... it has to spell something here." He rubbed his head to sooth a newly formed headache. "Come on Seto, think…" he studied it for a minute while his vision blurred in and out. He shook his head a bit then leaned back with his eyes closed. He took in a long collected breath before he returned to the riddle. "Okay Seto. You can do this, just take your time." He encouraged himself, "The answer is there…"

"Golden wings like a pretty swan, Swan? I wonder... wait a minute, here!" He went back to his scribblings. "S N W A, hey, that's spells swan! Duh, that was so obvious!" He kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. "Okay, what's left? L K A E... hmmmm... what does that spell?" he went into deeper thought. "L A K E... lake! Swan… Lake… Swan Lake, yes!" he felt relieved but then frowned. "That doesn't tell me much," he sighed depressingly and turned back to the riddle again. "Golden wings... pretty swan… hmmmm?" he pondered repeatedly.

Suddenly an idea started to form, "Swan... Golden... does he mean Golden Wings Hotel?" he rubbed his forehead thoughtfully then looked up serious. "Yes that must be it," he stood up with force, "It has to be it."

Gradually, he inched his way to the mouth of the alley and peeked out. He looked from left to right then pulled back quickly. He still heard the police sirens in the distant. "Shit, Golden Wings is like five miles away." He rutted his brow unsure, "How the hell am I going get there with a wounded leg?" He sounded grave, "And plus a whole heap of cops on my tail."

He then shook his head with a light laugh, "Well, like that old saying goes. You damned if you do and damned if you don't. So damnit screw it all!" He left the alleyway and limped in the direction of the hotel. He tried his best to keep his balance, which was quite difficult to do. Nevertheless, he kept going and pushed himself to absolute limit, "I'm coming Mokie. I'm coming," he ignored his own aches of pain.

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Meanwhile, Joey fidgeted around all alone in his confinement while he waited to be release in their guardian's custody. However, his mind was mingled with thoughts of Seto though and wondered how his love was doing, probably going crazy by now in his own imprisonment. He sighed, his thoughts then slowly wondered over to Mokuba. He hoped and prayed that the boy was all right.

Swiftly, he pleated his brow with frenzy as he remembered the TV screen to Mokuba's room and that man with that sneer on his face. Who pinned him down on the bed and caused Mokuba to cry out in. "If he so much as breathes on him. I going help Seto cut his heart out!" He grabbed at his side with a short cringe. "That goes for all of them for that matter! I mean, what gives them the right to come along and fuck up our lives like this! They have some fucking nerve!" He mumbled furiously to himself.

"Hey you in there, keep it down!"

Joey heard one of the guards yell in. He turned the door sharply and viewed the man's face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bitch here," he sighed tiredly. "I'm just frustrated," he then went and sat down upon the floor, he cringed a bit from the soreness of his wounds, he watched the guard just shook his head then left him alone again.

Joey rested his weary head back, "Its okay Joey..." he closed his eye, "Dad will be here soon to come get you," he mumbled to himself with a frown. He wondered on how he was going to explain this. His father wouldn't like it that's for sure and probably blame it on Seto as always. Thinking of which, "Man, I hope Seto will be able to get out, he needs to get that clue."

He opened his good eye with a frown. He thought about the riddle more, good thing they read it before they all got busted. "Let's see, L,N,W,S,A,E,A and K… golden wings like a pretty swan," he rubbed his chin. I wonder what they spell."

"Okay Joey, time to put your thinking cap on," he sounded determined. He shift his position on the floor, he went to deep thought. He admitted that he was just an average Joe, he wasn't as smart like Seto was but he had to try. If and when he got out of here, Seto would still need his help. He furrowed his brow serious.

"Come on Joey, you can do this." He encouraged himself once again, "Okay, let's see," he went over the letters again and tried his best to figure it out, "Man, I can't figure those stupid the letters out." He frowned a little, "But the riddle on the other hand… golden wings like a pretty swan."

He looked down a bit thoughtfully. It could have a double meaning to it like the other riddles did. It was probably pointing to another place that had to go to. But where, he rubbed his chin, "Golden wings... swan." He pondered and pondered then suddenly he snapped his fingers, "I got it!" he became excited.

"What place has golden wings and swan in their name?" He slapped his forehead at the obvious. "Golden Wings Hotel, that must be where the fourth riddle is," he felt proud of himself then.

"Mr. Joseph Wheeler?"

Joey looked up somewhat surprised when he spotted a guard next to the door. He inhaled a small jagged sigh and stood up. "Yes sir?" he grabbed at his side again when a pain shot through him.

"Your father's here," The guard furrowed his brow, "Come with me."

"Yes sir…" Joey frowned a bit. He hesitated for a moment though. He couldn't help but be a little bit scared. He knew his father would be mad as hell and dreaded on the punishment that he would get from him. The last time he was punished, his dad had left him black and blue and he had to miss school for a week. Seto was so furious when he found out. Boy that sure wasn't a good day when Seto stormed over to his place ready to kill.

"Come on Mr. Wheeler, your father's waiting."

Joey snapped out of his thoughts and with the same frown he left out the door. He followed the guard to the main lobby to where his father was.

Twenty-five minutes later…

SMACK!

Joey head flew back from the impact and grabbed hold of his stinging cheek. He flinched from the pain as they drove home. Every now and then, he would throw slight glances over to his father who was steaming mad.

"What the hell were you thinking huh?" Mr. Wheeler screamed. "Breaking into a store and getting yourself arrested!" He sucked in a sharp breath, "Answer me, damnit!"

Joey swallowed his tears down and whispered, "I don't know…"

"I don't know? Did you think was funny or something? Now I have to take time off of work and go down to straighten this crap out with judge because of you being stupid!"

Joey breathed in a heavy breath, "I know it looks bad-"

"Looks bad?" Mr. Wheeler shook his head roughly, "You damn straight it looks bad!" He then narrowed his eyes. "It was that Kaiba punk wasn't it! He's the one who gotten you into this mess wasn't he!" He gritted his teeth at the thought, "That no good piece of trash-"

Joey flinched once more at the sound of his angry voice then frowned at the sound of him trash talking the love of his life. He wiped a tear away that accidentally escaped his eye. "Stop talking like that! This wasn't Seto's fault dad and I already said I was sorry!" he answered defensively.

"Sorry? Oh you'll be sorry when I finally get you home Joseph!" Mr. Wheeler then gripped the stirring wheel a bit hard. "Yes, real sorry!"

Joey then lined his face seriously. He knew he was in for some deep trouble with him but he can't worry about that now. He had to help Seto. Mokuba's life was in jeopardy. "Look, I am sorry okay dad and I'll take my punishment whatever it is. But I-I can't go home with you right now… at least not yet." He inhaled a breath, "I have something to do."

"Like hell! You're not going anywhere so you get yourself into more trouble!" Mr. Wheeler then viewed over to his son and suddenly noticed his black eye. He wondered what happened to him and was about to ask when he came to a red light.

"Oh yes I am!" Joey pushed the door open. Out of fear and desperation he jumped out of the car then took off in a run down the street in top speed.

"Hey! Where in the hell do you think you're going? Get back here!" Mr. Wheeler jumped out himself. "Joseph, you get back here!" he screamed down the street after his son. "Do you hear me or I'll whip that skin right off of you!" he screamed again. "Joseph!" he watched Joey disappear into the night, with that he turned and kicked the car with fury. "Damnit!"

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