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Disclaimer: I do NOT Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Author's Notes: Right then…now this is going to get me a lot of flames. This chapter's got some very bad bits in. Just warning you to be prepared for the angst pain and suffering of Isis. Bless. Some sexual content in here aswell! There is a reason this fic is rated R!!

Chapter Three: Sweet Lies, Bitter Truth

Isis woke up to the sound of shouting and screaming. She held her head, feeling sick dizzy and weak all over. She held her stomach, a sharp pain shooting through her. She thought this odd considering she hadn't done any work for a week or so.

There came strong footsteps approaching her room and she hid back underneath the blanket of her bed. She didn't want it to be her father. They were in her room now coming up to her.

She could feel a presence looming over her, but dared not open her sweet eyes to a bitter image.

"SO YOU LITTLE WHORE!" A female voice screeched.

Isis screamed when she felt her hair being pulled down causing her to tilt her head up, but still she dared not open her eyes.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD TRY AND GET A DAY OFF DOING ANY WORK!!" Her mother pulled her out of the bed by her hair and threw her to the ground. Isis panted and tears fell once again from her ocean blue eyes like a waterfall.

"I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING!" She shouted at her, kneeling down to meet her eye level. "You may think you can get away with being lazy and slacking off, but you can't! I know what you want, you want to wish me into an early grave-" Isis shook her head saying no but her mother slapped her hard and continued, "-but I will not die so easily! Not by a little girl who sells her body to her own father!!"

Isis looked at her in shock as her mother walked around the room throwing off all her vases and ripping the room apart.

"Where's the money you got from him then?! WHERE IS IT?!" She screamed grabbing Isis by the neck.

Chocking through her sobs she tried to answer but no words would come out of her mouth. She cried just wanting faint from exhaustion.

"Isis…" Her mother said more gently to her. Isis looked up at her, for the first time, to see she was just as upset. "Why did you do it?"

Isis shook her head, "I didn't."

She stared down at her daughter and slapped her hard again. She screamed and closed her eyes, her bruise burning.

"By the Gods and Goddesses if you dare lie like that again, they will rip you apart and send you into the flames to burn for all eternity." She pushed her away and walked out of the room.

Isis held her neck and cried silently to herself. She was scared. She was hurt. She felt like she was already burning in the flames. She was.

She stayed on the ground, crying, thinking of nothing, just crying…

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Isis stared at Seto and shook her head at him.

"What? Are you ashamed of having it?" He asked standing up to look at her.

"Yes, I am. I am ashamed of having it-"

"No you're not." Seto interrupted.

Now what did he think he was doing?! Telling her how to feel?! What she felt was none of his damn business and he didn't have the right to control her emotions!! All her life, all the lives she had lived in the past, she had been controlled by will of some other freak wanting her. Why was it her, why did she have to go through it all, lifetime after lifetime. She was constantly living in hell, there was no escape. It was too fucking much for her to take!! She was going to break if she continued on.

Silently Isis walked to him, raised her hand and slapped him as hard as she could. He staggered back and looked back at her a fiery burning anger in his eyes but not as much as Isis. She was more than just furious, she was glaring at him with the sharpest of daggers, the most dangerous poison and the coldest of coldness.

"Don't you dare tell me how to feel!" She shouted back angrily, "You have never had to go through what I have!! You don't know the first thing!! So why, Seto, why is it always you?!" She laughed a little looking up to stop the pools in her eyes from spilling over, "You're always the one who brings out the worst in me!!  I don't know who I am, thanks to you. All the time I've spent with you…it's corrupted me but I still don't understand it…" She stopped, staring at the ground. She needed a hug. Someone to hold her close and tell her she was safe and was theirs. They were going to keep her warm at night and safe during the day.

Seto blinked and in one blink his eyes grew soft. He lifted her chin up so he could see her tear filled blue eyes. She didn't bother to bat his hand away, knowing it would only create a wicked pain in her chest.

"There's so many unanswered questions…I wish I had the answers, Isis, I really do…" He said letting her go.

Isis looked up at him and realised she was not going to give him up again. No matter what he had done in the past, no matter who he had turned her into, no matter at all. She loved him; she knew it and was pretty sure he did too. He loved her, he always had. His stubbornness was just a lame cover up to hide the truth. Isis could see right through it.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his back, burying her head into his chest. His heartbeat was as steady as always. She smiled, when he wrapped his arms around her too.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until Isis could feel his breathing tickle her neck. She loved it to be honest. It had been such a long time since she had felt such a lovely feeling wash over her. All this time she had been wrapped up in hatred, regret, sorrow, but now she could concentrate on the fantastic feelings she was receiving now.

He kissed her there, Isis showing so signs of objections. He smiled a little and travelled along her cheek kissing away the tears. She looked deep into his blue eyes and smiled. She was quite happy being here. They kissed each other, and Isis remembered how she and he used to fight over dominance of the kiss. She smiled. She didn't mind anymore.

Pulling back for air, they leant their heads against each others. Isis took her hands away from his back and pulled at the collar of his blue trench coat lightly. She smiled and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom up the stairs, the place he didn't know very well.

Isis had been accustomed to waking up in his house, but now it was different. She didn't need to anymore. She opened the door to her room and as soon as she did, he pulled at her arm forcefully causing her to turn and couldn't draw in a breath of air when his lips covered hers.

It was getting too damn hot for Isis tastes but somehow she didn't stop. She merely let it continue, because in fact she needed something to quench her thirst. How long had it been since she had met him in bed? A year? How long had it really been? She decided to forget about it and let it rest.

Seto pulled his hands down her body, tearing away clothing wherever he could feel it. She moaned in frustration leaning back against the bed, having to pull off his clothes as she did. Once she had finally got that out of her system she pulled the covers over them, on the bed.

He had pulled back from her, travelling down her goddess like body to her waist, his hands following down the sides of her body. His breathing tickled her stomach as he leant in and kissed it, travelling further up, until he graced the skin on her neck. She ran her hands through his brown hair, gripping it when she felt his body enter into hers. She screamed in pleasurable pain, as the motion was repeated again.

From the depths of his throat a voice ran out at the same time as hers did, her pants grew heavier and heavier as the heat increased dramatically. The rain had stopped a while ago, leaving their voices the only noise to hear that night.

The last of it was over and he rolled over, off her. She breathed slowly and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest, her ebony hair tickling him. She was exhausted, but felt so good inside. She knew she wanted this; there was no other way she could have it. She loved the feeling of his body close to hers.

"So what now?" She asked quietly, her eyelids half lidded over her eyes.

"…In the morning." Seto whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and drifting off to sleep.

Isis smiled and closed her eyes. With both of his arms around her, she felt the love returning to her again.

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Isis breathed heavily, wiping her tears away. She lay down on her bed, tiredly. Yet again she had been ill. It was awful, the pain in her stomach was rising and she swore she was gaining weight though she ate hardly anything.

She was just about to drift off into a deep slumber when there was a loud roar from her room outside. She shuddered and heard a thousand footsteps approach and the voices of people.

Her father boomed in and grabbed her by the arm, hauling her out into the hallway. She stood there in front of a thousand people who were glaring at her and shouting insults. Isis stared at them and then back at her father.

"SHE-" he threw her to the ground, "-IS THE CAUSE!! This girl has bewitched my family and has brought shame upon us all!"

"Father, w-what's going on?!" Isis yelled.

"A witch sent from the underworld!!" A person shouted. Soon many were chanting 'witch'.

"Boil her body and send it to the wolves!" Someone yelled.

"No, feed her to the Gods as a sacrifice!"

Her father looked at her and then smirked, "Yes. We shall sacrifice you to the Gods…"

She was forced up by two people and she screamed and violently kick tried to kick them away.

"LET HER GO!!" A small voice cried. A young platinum haired boy ran to his sister and hugged her tightly.

"Malik!" Isis said, hugging him.

"Please father!!" Tears fell down his tanned cheeks. "Don't!!"

"The boy…who I shall not call my son any longer, sides with her!!" Their father said angrily, "No, Malik you shall be the first sacrifice to the Gods!!"

Isis screamed for her brother when he was held by two other people in front of his father.

"NOOO!! HE'S ONLY YOUNG PLEASE DON'T!!" Isis yelled as her shaking brother stared up at the dagger her father held.

The roars of the people turned into cheers when the silver got lost within her young brother's body.

"Isis…" Was the last thing he muttered as he fell and his crimson essence war pouring out of his body like his spirit leaving.

Isis stared at his body in shock and was pushed forward herself. But all she could see was the red blood of her brother and nothing more or less.