**Hours and hours of planning and thinking and writing to get this done and half decent for you guys. The problem with this fic is you gotta be in just the right mood to get it right… to get it just right. It's still not quite like I'd like it to be… bu ti think you guys will like it, this chapter is what we call fore shadowing… if you guys figure it out, feel free to ask me if you are right… discreetly, but try not to ruin it for everyone who haven't figure it out. Discreetly, for those who don't know means like sneakily… smartly lol… instead of asking like… what time is it you could ask something like, What shapes that ticker in?? haha, bad example lol, what can you do?? Anyway, I'm sooo sorry this chapter is three days late, but I was honestly going to update Friday, but I wasn't quite done, same with Saturday, but I had an x-mas party and then on Sunday… I updated lol. Please forgive me… just for you guys I made it a bit longer… lol!!**

Hairu; Mayaku

Well, I did get laid… I think I could have chosen a better woman though. Let's just say… she's fierce. You know how female grasshoppers like chew off the male grasshoppers' heads when she's done with them? Well the chic I found last night is like that… only she chooses *cough* the other head. God, I can't believe I went with her again. I'm more of an idiot than I thought. But I'm not here to talk about my stupid choices… well yes actually I am, but not to complain about them.

My brother had to come and get me again. I realize it hurt for him to have to do that, but the fact that he's always mentions the newspapers, or the press doesn't feel too hot either. I can't really expect him to feel sorry for me, I do it to myself and I know I do, but the way he says it when he comes and gets me "if the press finds out about this blah, blah" I feel… like he doesn't really care that I'm killing myself. Like the only reason he comes and finds me is so no one else can find me first. Not because he's worried I might have really done it this time, but because he doesn't want to ruin his company. I feel… ashamed of.

Can't blame him though, I'd be ashamed of me too. What I do is really horrible. I remember the little blonde virgin… I… if I had been even a little more drunk I would have raped her. Like, that's horrible. I hate even having to think that I might do something like that. I think the press would have found out as I went to jail for sexual assault. Ugh, I can't believe that. I wish I could stop, but I just can't.

Honest to God I would go through anything to not have to deal with these killer hangovers at least twice a week. I can't help it when you're addicted, you're addicted. There's nothing I can do. I haven't got the motivation to quite, and it's fun. I enjoy the feeling of having no real control over anything I do. It's horrible I know, but I do. And unless by some miracle I find something, or someone, worth stopping for then it's not going to happen.

But I do have some good news for you. First thing, it's been a week and my member is generally healed. Even I had to laugh at myself when I waddled into school on Monday. I can't believe I even went, actually, and the excuse "some chic chewed on my dick" wouldn't get me out of gym class. So I just skipped it. The gym Teacher, Mr. Niotaki doesn't take any excuse. If you don't change, you still play, if you've got a broken leg, then hobble around the gym. He doesn't care, and that excuse probably would have killed him laughing. Asshole, I hate the bastard, he still makes you play when you have the worst of hangovers still clinging to you from Saturday night. Then again, I probably would too, try to teach them a lesson.

See what I mean? I am smart. I can see what he's trying to do, and if I wasn't such an idiot from Friday at around 9 o'clock to Sunday until… well until I wake up then I might stop doing it. But I am, that's a fact, nothing I can do about it. I think Seto would at least be happy about the fact I know I'm being stupid.

At least I think so, sometimes I wonder if he even cares anymore. I'm sure he does, I mean he's my older brother, I'm sure you've all heard the stories of the infamous Seto Kaiba and his tag-along little brother, who happens to be the only person he shows any compassion to. Well, that's all old news. It used to be like that, until Gozaburo died and I asked to go to an actual school, so I could make some friends my own age. Things kept trekking and then… then I got into high school. I aced my entrance exam, so Jonan high school was excited to have me onboard. But then, slowly all the year ten students fell into the high school trends, I was no different. And my grades faltered with the more school I missed, I was constantly being called to the councilor. For some reason the school thinks I'm still brilliant because despite the classes I miss I always get a hundred on all the tests and assignments I do, do. Yah, I was blessed with my brother's brains, but not his will power. On top of that my average is 80%, I don't know how I did it but I got on the honor roll. So they still think I'm brilliant. Maybe I am, but I don't care.

I suppose I should probably tell you the actual reason I'm doing this. I'm scared… but I'm not all at the same time. I understand that if anything happens to me it's my own fault and I'm sorry Seto but… I think I'm going to die.

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"Here we go," Mokuba said, snapping the lid on his gas tank shut. Another party, another weekend, more booze, but no sex this weekend. Mokuba had decided to retire from that for the next few weekends due to obvious problems. He wasn't really in the mood either way, if he really wanted it, he'd still get it. But he didn't, he tried his best to avoid that, but it felt so damn good.

As Mokuba walked up to the large grey house he could hear a loud techno sort of bass playing. He could see chicks dancing in and out of view through the screen door directly in front of him. He grabbed the door handle, sighed once before pressing the button on the metal handle and pulling the door open.

He took two steps into the house before he already had a girl attached to his waist. She seemed particularly wasted but one look into her eyes and Mokuba could tell that she wasn't. She didn't really say anything, just danced around him, he smirked slightly as she pulled her shirt down further, revealing as much cleavage as she could manage while still wearing a shirt.

"Why don't you just take it off?" Mokuba suggested as one eyebrow rose. The girl frowned slightly before grabbing for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. "No, no," Mokuba said quickly, pushing it back down. "I was only kidding."

"You're Mokuba," She said, quietly.

"Uhh, yah that'd be me," Mokuba said, he was unsure of where the conversation was going.

"You're the younger brother of the richest men in Japan…" she mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Where is this going?" Mokuba asked.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a nobody, I've wanted to talk to you since the first time I ever saw you and even more when I found out who you were but I always thought you'd push me away. That you were too good for me. I've saved myself for you, until the day you noticed me. They said you liked virgins, so I save myself for you!" She was getting a little excited.

Mokuba recoiled just a little bit. Ugh, stalker… he thought. He quickly recovered when pain flashed through her eyes. It was obvious that this chick was overly obsessed with him and was using her supposable 'drunkenness' as an excuse for clinging to him, and if he rejects her she'll probably claim to be drunk. Should have waited until I was drunk too… he thought.

"Umm, well that's real nice of you…?" Mokuba gave her a questioning look.

"Mayaku," she said excitedly.

"Right, and how old are you?"

"16."

Well that's not so bad… she's hot too. Mokuba thought, looking her over. She was kind of short, with shoulder length black hair. She was wearing a tight leather tank top with one of the shortest leather skirt he had ever seen. Mokuba cocked his head to one side, considering it, but he just wasn't in the mood. Neither was his dick, it would be a painful experience for both of them. Well, I can at least make the most I can outta her this weekend… maybe I'll see her again next weekend, Mokuba thought, a small smile appearing on his face. But this one will really expect something serious after that little speech… Oh well, blow her off like the rest.

"Right well, how about this. Right now I'm a little sore," he said pointing to the lower part of his body. "Got a fierce one last week but how about this, let me get a couple drinks and maybe in a bit we can head up and see what we can accomplish that don't involve my dick."

Mayaku bit her bottom lip but nodded, turning bright red, "But… later?"

"Sure, later, next time I see you, I'll make sure to reserve you a seat right hear," He said pulling her closer to him and sliding his hand up her skirt. She didn't move, just nodded, blushing bright red. Mokuba couldn't help but smile, she was just so damn cute. Humor her… he thought as he grasped her chin gently, kissing her lightly. He could feel the heat on her cheeks as he rubbed one thumb gently against it. He could help but smirk slightly; this was an interesting turn of events. "Come on," he said pulling away, wrapping one arm around her and leading her towards the kitchen, that was usually where the booze was.

"That one's cute," Brett stated from where he stood in his totally gooned state.

"What can I say, when you got it, you got it," Mokuba shrugged handing her over to Brett while he went to get them drinks. He grabbed a beer and a cooler from the fridge, he assumed she drank coolers, most chicks do. Then he walked back out into the particularly large living room. "Hey fuck off," Mokuba said snatching Mayaku back from Brett who had one hand up her skirt. She seemed slightly scared, but didn't seem to mind all that much.

"Feels good doesn't it, little one?" Brett asked smirking. She didn't answer.

"Leave her alone you shit head, she's only 16," Mokuba said handing her a drink.

"You're only 16 too you know," Jason countered. "Hand her over here, I'll give her a real thrill," Jason said reaching his hands out, Mokuba quickly twisted her out off the way before her grabbed her breasts. "Come on; let the master do his job."

"No way, you're a fuck head, you'll hurt her," Mokuba said opening his beer.

"I'll be gentle," Jason said, grabbing for her again but stumbling half way through.

"She doesn't want you, man," Mokuba shook his head, and quickly chugged his beer.

"She a virgin?" Brett asked. Mokuba nodded, sliding two fingers down the back of her skirt. "Now you really gotta give her to me, those ones are the best."

"I know, that's why she's mine," Mokuba said, punching him in the side of the head as he grabbed for her again. "Piss off you assholes, she's just a kid, you're scaring her."

"Just a kid and you're gonna fuck her," Bryson said, putting in his word.

"Not like you want her you gay bastard," Jason said, his voice slurred.

"Wait here," Mokuba said, removing his arm from around Mayaku and heading back into the kitchen for more booze. He was slightly surprised when she actually stayed. He probably shouldn't have made her stay either. When Jason finally did get a hold of her there wouldn't be much she could do.

"Come on baby, I'll make you feel good," Jason said from where he was positioned, on his knees, one hand on her hip the other pulling at the hem of her skirt. Mayaku just shook her head, pushing his head back.

"I said fuck off you bastard," Mokuba said using his knees to push him over. He quickly grabbed Mayaku's wrist before she nearly went down with him.

"Hey! She shaves," Jason squealed from where he was positioned on the ground.

Even Better… Mokuba thought as he kicked Jason's arm away as it slid up the side of her thigh. Slightly annoyed now, Mokuba grabbed the first half decent looking chick he could find and thrust her at Jason. "Fuck her," Mokuba said, replacing his arm around Mayaku's waist and leading her into the kitchen where he finished his beer, grabbed three more and then led her down the hallway.

The first room was obviously occupied; feminine screams could be heard through the walls. The second one however appeared to be vacant. Wasn't much of a surprise, the party was barely started, though it really hadn't. As Mayaku sat down on the bed, Mokuba pulled his shirt over his head and lit a cigarette. The room was dark, and all that could really be seen of anyone was their silhouette.

Mayaku felt her body heat up from where she sat, watching Mokuba puff his cigarette, with no shirt on. She shuddered slightly as he blew it out, creating a sort of mist around himself. He was hot, beyond her. The perfect specimen, she was ready for him now, she was slightly disappointed it wasn't going to happen.

Mayaku's perfect scene was ruined, however, when a man stumbled out of the closet, along with a huge cloud of smoke. Mayaku cough slightly as the cloud hit her and spun around onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow that was conveniently there.

"What the hell is that?" Mokuba asked, looking at what the man was holding out to him. He switched his cigarette in the other hand as the man held out what looked like a hand rolled cigarette to him.

"S'called Boom, its better than being high off ten pounds of marijuana. Its like flying try it, one breath and then it's like BOOM and your soaring." the man insisted, pulling out a lighter. Mokuba could see from the way the man's eyes seemed to be completely out of focus and the way he looked around a bit dazed and couldn't seem to get the lighter into Mokuba's outstretched hand that this stuff was no joke.

"Sure… how much do I owe you?"

"It's free this time, I'm sure you'll love it, come and find me if you ever want some more. The name's Go'on," with that he wandered out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Interesting…" Mokuba said setting it on the bed side table. "I'll try that later, but right now…" he looked at Mayaku who was sitting on the bed, propped up on her elbows, looking very serene. Mokuba raised his smoke to his lips one last time, inhaled, exhaled, ripped off the end and threw it on the table along with his other new treat. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Mokuba asked as he placed his hands on the heels of her shoes, pulling them of.

Mayaku bit her bottom lip, a wave of fear over coming her, before she nodded. "It's not too late to say no," Mokuba said, pulling her tights off.

This is Mokuba Kaiba, that guy you've wanted for over a year… since the first party you've ever been too… you can do this Mayaku… she told her self, shivering slightly as Mokuba's hand ran up the side of her legs, under her skirt and pulled her underwear off.

Mokuba smiled slightly at the frightened look on her face, "I won't hurt you," he said, reaching one hand out. Mayaku didn't know what he was doing, but she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She shut her eyes, and felt as his arms slid around her and began unfastening the hooks on the back of her leather shirt. She blushed slightly as the he slid the straps on her shoulder and the shirt fell to the floor. Then he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her easily onto the bed, from there he pulled her skirt down and then gently lowered her to the bed.

"Beautiful…" Mokuba breathed from where he stood at the end of the bed. "It's now or never babe, if you want out, tell me." Mayaku shook her head; Mokuba smiled slightly and climbed on top of her, kissing her gently and exploring her womanly curves with his free hand, the one he wasn't using to hold himself up so he wouldn't crush her.

She squeaked once or twice when Mokuba's hands found places no guys' hands had ever been before, but besides that she made for a particularly pleasant oral sex partner. Mokuba was still mostly sober and was enjoying himself, a good sign. He didn't often do anything when he was sober, but she'd made quite the speech, he decided she was worth it.

Mokuba couldn't help but laugh when he finally guided her to reach the peak of her sexual pleasure, she was so damn cute. He lay with her for awhile, trying to make some sort of conversation, but she didn't seem to want to say much. He finally pulled her to her feet and helped her get dressed again, before leading her back down stairs

"Stupid fucker!" said a familiar voice as they re-entered the living room.

"What kind of a fucked up mess have you got yourself in this time…?" Mokuba mumbled walking further into the crowd, trying to place Jason's angry screams. When he finally found them he saw that Jason was in a physical disagreement with some tall blonde street punk. Mokuba was fairly sure he recognized him, but wasn't able to place him just then.

"Don't touch my woman you asshole," Jason said, his face close to the blonde guy's.

"You're woman?" the guy demanded. "Babe, tell this guy who's woman you are!"

"I don't really care whose woman I am," An average height brunette stated from where she stood in the corner, another guy standing with her.

She's not even that hot… Mokuba thought as he made his way into the group of people. When Mokuba stood behind Jason, a skeptical look on his face the tall, brown haired boy that was standing by the girl moved forward.

"I got your back," he said in a deep voice.

Mokuba raised his hands, both eyebrows rose, "I ain't doing anything."

The blonde guy didn't' seem to hear him though. Either that or he was really drunk because before Mokuba could do much he felt a fist make contact with his jaw. "Son of a motherfucker!" Mokuba spat through a mouth full of blood. "I didn't do anything you asshole!" He shouted, swinging his fist hard, making contact with the guy's stomach. The blonde guy toppled over onto the floor groaning. "That's right you bastard, you'll think twice before hitting Mo-" he spoke to soon. Another fist made contact with his face, this time his nose. Mokuba's vision was suddenly very cloudy as he stumbled back into none other than Mayaku.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

"Yah, no worries, I'm fine babe, but get outta the way I don't want you getting' hurt," Mokuba said as he stumbled back once more, rubbing his eyes slightly. He blinked a few times as the pain subsided slightly and his vision began to clear, just in time to see Jason run as fast as he could without falling down, ramming the brunette guy into the well, creating a small dent. "Bastards," Mokuba mumbled, kicked the blonde one that was just getting up in the gut, sending him right back onto the ground.

"Oh that one's going to hurt in the morning…" the girl they seemed to be fighting over winced, before strutting over to Mokuba and wiping some of the blood of his face with a scarf she just happened to have handy.

Mokuba immediately pulled away, "You are one of them chicks that specifically does this sorta stuff, and I don't like the ones like that. They piss me off."

"Oh come on, I'll make you fell better," She cooed, reaching out for him again.

"Piss off you little whore," Mokuba said, waving her off.

The girl lowered her head slightly, giving Mokuba a look of pure venom before straddling the blonde guy on the ground who had just turned over. "That one called me a whore," she said angrily, bending over in the process and whispering something in his ear.

"You are a whore," the guy said, shutting his eyes as the base of her palm made contact with the side of his face.

Mokuba winced slightly and decided that perhaps now would be a good time to retreat, before he got up, or the chick decided to slap him as well.

He started to head for the front door but then he remembered the treat he had forgotten upstairs. He raced upstairs, afraid that some scavenger would steal it. He was overjoyed when he ran into the room and found it still where he had left it. He took it and started out of the room. but when he reached the door he realized that he could just smoke it here.

He closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. So let's see what this 'Boom' thing is all about… he thought as he put the cigarette between his lips, he was about to light it when Mayaku walked into the room.

"You're going to smoke that?" she asked as she walked over Mokuba. She looked down at him, sitting on the bed.

Mokuba smiled, "Of course. Care to join?" he took her hand and gently pulled her to the bed.

Mayaku hesitated, I've never done drugs, well not drugs as hard as this is supposed to be. Mayaku if you want to keep him you'll have to! "Sure." She sat down next to Mokuba and watched as he lit up.

Mokuba lit the cigarette and inhaled shallowly, just a taste of the smoke. There was a smooth feeling that rolled over his tongue and then down into his lungs and tried to creep into the rest of him but it lost its power. He savored the smoke as it rolled back out of his mouth when he exhaled. "Mmm…"

Mayaku watched him and saw how he relaxed as soon as he inhaled. Maybe it won't be too bad…

He took a longer drag on the cigarette and he felt that smooth roll over his tongue than down to his lungs and this time it went further into him, it coated him with smooth and warmth.

Mayaku was content to just watch but she had to be a part of this, she didn't want to lose him. "Can I try it now?" she asked gently.

Mokuba smiled he had forgotten about his little stalker girl. "Sure, take a short drag on it at first, though." He handed the cigarette to her, she clumsily took it from him. He watched as she took a short puff from it.

She felt the same smooth and warmth roll out over her. She took another drag, this time longer, deeper. She felt the smooth and warmth go deeper into her. She looked at him and saw him smiling at her, "This is…um…really good."

Mokuba just nodded and inhaled the thick smoke one last time before dropping it to the ground and stepping on what was left of the burning paper. "Next weekend, we'll get so stoned we can barley think, and then… then we can have a go at it," Mokuba said, not entirely in tune with himself.

Mayaku nodded, but she wasn't so sure about the idea. If he could barley think would he… be gentle? Mayaku was beginning to wonder about him, he was nice, but seemed much to involved with it all. Then another thought came to her mind, how many girls had he slept with? How many STD's could he have, sleeping with girls he didn't even know. He agreed to sleep with her, and he didn't know anything about her sexual background. She recalled her sexual education class from the year before, grade nine.

I realize that some of you have already had sex before, and I also realize that some of you will within the next year. I don't suggest you do so, but none of you will listen to me, so the least i can do is give you a little advice to make the experience more safe. First of all, use a condom. Birth control is also suggested, but always wear a condom, because birth control only protects against getting pregnant. Sit down with you're sexual partner and discuss previous sexual acts that either of you have done. Make sure you know your partner, and who they sleep with. Most important of all, don't rush yourself. If you don't think you are ready, then don't have sex. You don't have to do it just because they want you to.

"Are you okay babe?" Mokuba's voice interrupted Mayaku's thoughts.

"Oh, ummm, yah," she said shyly, looking at the ground. "Hey Mokuba… when was the first time you had sex?"

Mokuba knew where this conversation was headed, most of the girls he picked up were to drunk to know what they were doing, and those that weren't usually did go for the 'sexual history' chat. He decided to humor her. "On my sixteenth birthday… couple months after I started high school."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because I wanted too."

"Did it hurt?"

Mokuba couldn't help but laugh, "Not me."

"So she was a virgin?"

"Yup…"

"You're girlfriend?"

"Back when the word girlfriend mattered…" Mokuba said absently, remembering the old days. "Yah, she was my girlfriend."

"What was her name?"

"Zenryo…" Mokuba had almost forgotten about her. She had been the most innocent girl in their entire school, the cutest as well. She had agreed to finally go to a party with Mokuba, only because it was her birthday. His friends had slipped on of the immediately working Tylenol things in her drink, so id dissolved and when she drank at, along with the cooler she was drinking, she went totally whacko and Mokuba, who wasn't totally drunk, but very curious, took her into a room. There they had sex, for the first time Mokuba felt the orgasmic feeling of being inside a woman. Ever since then, he'd been addicted. When Zenryo found out the next morning, when she woke up with a killer headache in Mokuba's arms she freaked. He had been dumped of course… she didn't come to school for several days after that, and when she finally did she was incredibly pale and sickly looking. Mokuba still remember the words she said to him when she pulled him aside after the bell had rung, like it had been the day before.

"Mokuba… I'm… I'm pregnant," she said, he voice quivering.

"How could you possibly know that already?" Mokuba demanded, refusing to accept the truth.

"I went to the doctor, he did tests after I told him what happened…" her voice trailed off as tears came rolling down her cheeks.

"What are we going to do?" Mokuba asked, still not entirely believe the story.

"There is no 'we' anymore Mokuba," she said harshly, but then stopped and looked at the ground before saying quietly, "I'm getting an abortion."

"Are you serious?" Mokuba demanded angrily.

"I'm 15 years old!" She shrieked. "I'm not going to let one stupid night screw my entire life over! How am I supposed to go to school and raise a baby at the same time?!"

"Zenryo… I'm rich, I can pay for babysitters, and bottles and diapers," Mokuba tried to fight back.

"That's just it! I don't want anything to do with you! I don't want to have to spend the rest of my life depending of you because you raped me!"

"I'll have you know that you were perfectly willing," Mokuba defended himself.

"I don't care!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Then three teachers had come out of their rooms and told them to shut up. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Zenryo had fled and Mokuba had never seen her again. He'd watched her walk away and hadn't done anything about it. He'd let her destroy the fetus he had created… Mokuba shook his head as the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He looked over at Mayaku, who was staring at him.

Now the he was thinking about it, Mayaku kind of resembled her… he squinted as she gave him a questioning look but then shook his head. Not possible, he told himself and then watched as she began to speak again.

"Do you always use a condom when you have sex?" she asked.

Mokuba considered saying yes but decided against it. "No," he answered truthfully."

"Are you going to with me…?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to?"

Mayaku nodded, so Mokuba did as well, "Then I guess I will. But right now… I'm going home." With that Mokuba got up and walked out of the room and down the hall, then straight out the front door. For some reason remembering Zenryo had gotten him slightly depressed. He was sober enough to drive home, so he did. His brother didn't ask many questions as Mokuba climbed the stairs, stripped, climbed into his bed and fell asleep.

**Just for the record guys… I went comics style for the characters. If you don't get it then… you'll be fine it's foreshadowing children. I can't tell you what the outcome is. Actually, this chapter is VERY educational as to what is going to happen next if you just put a fews things together, not all the hints are there and for some of it you'll have to guess, but chances are if you catch the hints you'll figure it out. Anywho, let me know what you think oh and I've got one more question… you guys want more details?? Like in the sex scenes?? You want me to make them more details or are they fine?? I'd rather not go more detailed but I can and will and in some scene want to but I wanna get you're consent first because I want people to read this and if it'll be to uhhhh educational for you then I won't put in any more details. Lol… you know at school I'm the innocent one. Anywho… let me know what you guys think!!**