Forbidden Fruit
by: Wareta Shooki
Thanks to all of you who've reviewed constantly for every chapter.
Special shout out to Jin Shisikura, you helped inspire this chapter.
Other notes at bottom.
Disclaimer in prologue.
Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 13
Ending -
Something new
Darkness had rained down upon the world, banishing all the light and everything with it. This darkness one speaks of is a simple thing. Though not so powerful as many make it out to be, one must say this: Darkness holds many secrets, but only those made and raised within this impurity know its deepest secrets. All around one dances lies and secrecy so that no one truly knows the answers to the countless questions asked. However, one person learned early on that an angel, fallen or not, could discern the truth from the night, from the creatures known as monsters to humans when in all necessary truth, the angels so many praised were just as evil.
A soft groan echoed about the room, resonating marvellously with the melody softly hummed by the other figure in the room as they sat watching the one whom had just groaned. That figure stood, throwing back the hood of its cloak to reveal beautifully sculpted, tanned features. Amidst these features, clearly those of a woman, were a pair of eyes that glowed like pools of cold, mercurial blue-fire. Golden locks that looked amber in the light shining from the many candles and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling fell over delicately slender shoulders, a few strands pulled back at half-mast and tied expertly with a black ribbon.
The other figure, a male, raised his head slowly, icy midnight eyes that were clouded with pain and what one might possibly consider sleep, opened and stared at the approaching female. They widened as the sleeping world was shoved roughly aside, letting the dreams that had plagued him to dissipate too quickly for their liking as he was instantly dizzy, his gaze losing focus before soft, sweet, oh-so-sweet, laughter filtered to his pained ears. The headache that had been tap-dancing at the back of his pain-clouded mind came pull force upon him. Another groan escaped his lips.
"You're so young. No wonder she likes you so much." That voice whispered, floating all around him. Those icy eyes lifted to stare into those mercurial ones of blue-fire, wondering why this woman seemed so familiar to him. Shaking his head slowly, he tried to stand, only to find he was already doing so. Then all true logic returned to his mind and he whimpered, pulling effortlessly at the chains binding his hands to the wall behind him. Someone had removed his shirt, leaving only his pants and boots. And, by the looks of things, he had been beaten. Badly. Either that, or he'd given them quite a fight.
He was never one to be chained for very long. It was simply his nature.
"Ooh, so quietly striking, too." Those eyes moved to level with his own, as it was he was only remaining upright because of the chains holding him up by the wrists. Already the skin felt raw and abused. He probably had been struggling a lot, most likely the reason he was beaten so badly. Shit, he really had to stop being so freakin' stubborn. Jounouchi was right. . . After all this time, the blonde was finally right.
"Katsuya. . . ." He murmured, his voice husky, deeper than usual, and strained. He'd screamed, too. He remembered now. She had beaten him when he wouldn't do a strip tease to let her see his 'precious body.' With a sigh, he felt slender digits wrap around his chin gently, ever so tenderly lifting his gaze to stare at his keeper for the time being.
"The lycanthrope, right? Katsuya Jounouchi?" She asked, his voice so low he had to strain to hear it. Those vocals didn't even echo around the room, his own had. And were still echoing. She wasn't human, but played the part, very, very well. He'd applaud her later, if there even was a later.
"Yes." He whispered, trying not to speak too much. It hurt his throat just thinking about yelling at her like he so wanted to do. But, what would the point be? A war was going to start if Jounouchi ever found him. And he'd need his strength to help the blonde. No matter how bad the odds, he'd go down fighting, if only it meant to hold Jounouchi close and kiss him one last time.
"I'll make you a deal, little one." She murmured, her voice ringing sweetly in his ear. "If you do everything I tell you, allow me to sing your pain away with my magick, I'll get you out of here alive. Or, better yet, I'll lead Katsuya here. What say you?"
"I say you answer a few. . . unh. . . questions of mine first." Kaiba replied.
"Agreed." She smiled, kneeling so he only had to stare down at her, her hands resting on her folded legs. Those mercurial eyes were unnervingly cunning and he wondered why they didn't bother him. Who the hell was this woman? She seemed so familiar it was almost frightening. "We'll each take turns asking a question. Make your first."
He nodded, stopping when it made his vision swim. "What is your name?"
Her smile widened and he was overcome almost by the radiance of it. She was so innocent, but so very old. Draco didn't come close to her in age. She had to have been on this earth since the beginning of time itself, she truly felt that old. "My name is Anzyle Sarawäk." She replied, her voice so kind, so gentle. He wondered vaguely, in some distant corner of his pain-filled mind why she wasn't hitting him yet. Surely he was dreaming? "What is your name?"
"You do not know my name yet you are my keeper?" Wow, he'd spoken eleven words without a bit of pain prickling his throat. Amazing. She shook her head and he smirked, but it wasn't his usual, trade-mark, condescending smirk. It was pained, but he was giving it the effort at least. He deserved major cookie points for trying that much. "Seto Kaiba." He replied finally, his eyes drooping slightly.
She touched his cheek and the drowsiness dissipated somewhat. He muttered a soft 'thank you' and Anzyle only smiled and nodded in return. "Why is Nikolaos keeping me here?"
"Ask the other part of your question before I answer."
"Why am I still alive?"
Anzyle sighed deeply. "First off, she's keeping you here because it is not you she wants. It is Katsuya and the Pharaoh. Together they pose a huge threat." She shook her head then, her hair falling into her eyes before she pushed the wayward strands behind her very pointed, demonic ears. "Second, you're still alive because if you weren't, it would be pointless for the two to come to your. . . oh, how would one put it. . . 'rescue'?"
Kaiba nodded in understanding and bowed his head, too tired but willing to ask one last question. "What are you, as it is, I know you're not human?"
Anzyle touched his cheek. "I am a born Constantine-Singer." Was the reply before soft music lilted through the air, the melody so beautiful he was reminded heartbreakingly so of his mother, and the image of the beautiful woman was replaced with his little brother's image almost immediately.
"Where is Mokuba. . . ?" He murmured.
"Safe and sound. He'll be leaving with me to get your friends to come here. He won't be harmed. Now rest, it'll all end soon, Seto Kaiba. This I promise you." Anzyle whispered, standing and walking towards the door of the room, staring up at the barred window at the full moon as it began its nightly dance, the red setting sun shining in through the window opposite the one the moon shown through. She sighed, singing as she pulled her hood back up, moving towards the door, her foot-falls soft and soothing. Just like her voice and song.
"And tonight the world shall burn.
And we shall dance within the flames.
Voices shall arise.
Thundering the darkened skies."
The last words spoken softly in the room were forever etched in her mind, "Tell him . . . Je t'aime for me . . . ." She paused at the door, simply watching the wounded brunette as he hung there, looking so helpless and lost, but asleep and oblivious to her cold, mercurial gaze. Shaking her head in wonder, she passed through the door, never even opening it.
She'd forever remember this one. He was strong, and not even emotions of the heart brought him down. But he'd die one day for it. She only hoped she'd meet him at his best before then.
Sunrise had come and gone long ago, and with it was brought tears, yelled words, anger that was left unexplained and so much more. Currently, Katsuya Jounouchi sat in the Okinawa Police Station, wondering why he was still here when his lover was still out there, possibly being tortured to death and screaming for him to save him. With a deep, heart-felt sigh, Jounouchi rose to his feet, feeling so tired and out of place. He'd been allowed to change into a pair of jeans and a white polo. So had Yuugi, Yami, Ceilya, Erik, and Draco. Neither Mokuba nor Seto Kaiba had been found. The two unknown vampyres he'd fought were given names, ironically enough, and he'd been questioned as to how they all came to be trapped in a deadly battle to the death.
Lucky for them all, Anzu had briefed them before the police arrived on the story she used. The cerulean-eyed girl had told the police they were having a sleep-over party in honour of graduation a few months before, and were attacked from nowhere. She had managed to escape to get the police and the others had been left to fight. The officers had questioned her for hours and finally gave up when her story didn't change and nothing was 'given up' that hadn't been when this all began.
"Oi, blondie, where the hell you think you're going?" a gruff voice asked him, making him jump slightly.
Ticked off, tired, and feeling guilty for not being able to save Kaiba, the blonde whirled around to glare at the uniform who was glaring at him in racist contempt. For the first time, he'd met a black cop that was racist against white people. Shaking his head, he winked at the other and answered, "The bathroom. Wish to join me?"
Brown eyes widened and the black cop shivered before walking away quickly. Smiling, obviously happy with himself, Jounouchi continued on his way to the bathroom. Somehow, they'd all managed to keep their stories the same with vague differences showing they were all in different places at the same time. With another sigh, he pushed open the bathroom door and blanched seeing Erik, Draco, Bakura, and Ryou all sitting together, talking and whispering. When he entered their angered eyes lifted and he held up his hands in innocence.
"Don't eat me." He joked half-heartedly, sauntering over to them and dropping to the ground. "Any luck, Draco, on remembering where Nikolaos is hiding?" He asked the silver-haired vampyre. Draco just shook his head and let out a deep breath. Erik smiled good-naturedly and turned to Ryou.
"Perhaps there is another way of reaching Kaiba without all that. . . ." He said thoughtfully, pushing a strand of auburn-brown hair from his eyes.
"There is." A female voice whispered, causing them all to jump.
Jounouchi stood swiftly, unsheathing the daggers that the idiot police officers had missed when searching him. 'Standard procedure' his ass. He'd eat his shoe laces before he even believed that shit. A pair of cold eyes that looked like pools of mercurial blue-fire stared at them all. Draco smiled, stood and ran to hug her. She hugged him back and the rest of them blinked in surprise.
"Draco, moui torän, who is this?" Erik asked.
"Everyone, this is Anzyle Sarawäk. If anyone can help us right now, it's her." The silver-haired vampyre replied, looking extremely happy.
Jounouchi eyed her and sniffed the air. With a growl that made his somewhat psychotic grin look like a snarl, he backed away from her, falling into a fighting stance instantly, daggers raised and ready. "You've touched him. You. . . you. . . Aitsume!" He growled, moving to lunge forward and finding himself suspended, stopped mid-air. Well then, that had never happened before. Struggling to reach her he sighed, giving up.
"I have touched him only to heal him, Katsuya, nothing more and nothing less. He sends one message to you, Je t'aime. Heed it, because without those words, without the knowledge you'll come for him, he'd have died hours ago." Her voice was soft, kind, almost gentle. But in the seconds she'd snapped at the blonde, her voice had taken on the tone one uses when scolding a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. With a soft smile, she snapped her fingers and he was on his knees before her, daggers sheathed, and eyes pleading. "Now listen carefully. I have a plan to get all of your group out of this smelly place and on your way to save your lover. Are you willing to listen?"
Moving forward, he placed his hands on her hips, burying his face against her lower abdomen. Bakura and Ryou's eyes widened as Erik and Draco only smirked. The blonde had just said 'yes' but in the terms of a were-animal. Odd as it was, he'd just acknowledged the Constantine-Singer before them as his alpha female. If only Kaiba were there to witness it. Maybe then it'd actually be believable.
Cold grey eyes snapped to the doors as she sensed the figure walk through them. She shivered, hating how that power always unnerved her. Why was it she served her again? Oh, that's right.. . . she, Nikolaos, had something the bitch wanted. Freedom, a heart, someone who cared for her. That last thing might not be entirely true, but close enough for the woman to envy her.
It was a beautiful game they played and dance they danced. Chuckling maniacally to herself she turned back to her sleeping toy. His bare chest held only two scars, each one criss-crossing the other, forming an oddly perfect cross-shaped scar in the middle of his upper body. The white lines were the only thing that marked his somewhat tanned complexion. Everything else was beyond perfection in every way. Her hands roamed over his muscles, those cold grey eyes watching in child-like fascination as they twitched ever so slightly.
"Lady Nikolaos. Stop playing with him and pay attention!" A voice snapped at her. Turning sharply she stared at Anzyle, one of the last four total born Constantine-Singers in all the lands. It was almost too good to be true when she'd met her, bribed her and convinced the golden-haired bitch to serve her and her only. When it was quite obvious Anzyle could overpower her, kill her, and simply be done with it. But in the end, it got her but a few minutes of precious pleasure then. . .nothing.
"You have been talking?" She asked, feigning innocence she clearly did not have.
A single dark eyebrow raised at this. Nikolaos gulped and backed away from Kaiba, turning to face the other, fully attentive at last. "Everything is set. I'm ready to carry out the second part of the trap." Anzyle murmured, her voice like poisoned honey to the taste. The sound of it mere bells and chimes on the ever distant and dancing winds. A long pause before Nikolaos turned away from her, studying her new toy as he slept on peacefully, figuring ways to make him fidget and scream her name in need and want.
Hmm. . . .
"Nikolaos!"
She jumped at that sharp, commanding voice that sounded not just pissed or furious, but so far beyond that she could have sworn on everything she had that time itself had just shivered from the power this one being controlled. Glancing over her shoulder warily at the other, she blanched seeing that subtle change in those cold mercurial eyes. With an overdramatic sigh, she turned to face her pet.
"Then do so. Prepare the main gathering chamber. I'll have Asher and Jairyd bring this beautiful man behind me out when it is time."
"I may take leave of you then?"
Nikolaos nodded, her ebony hair glittering darker than the purest onyx jewel. When she reached out to unbutton Kaiba's leather pants she heard a hiss and felt a phantom hand travel over her stomach, reaching between her legs to cup her ever so softly. Need sang through her body, causing muscles she didn't even know she had to tense as pain followed pleasure too quickly for her mind to recuperate.
"You will lay naught one digit on his form. If so, I will kill you here and now, rule this city as Master Vampyre and be forever done with you. Are we at an understanding, Lady Nikolaos?" Anzyle whispered in her ear, her real hand having replaced that phantom one, but that phantom hand, a mirror of her own, pressed against the thin, flimsy fabric of the vampyress's panties beneath her skirt.
"Yes! Yes, we do, Anzyle Sarawäk. We are at an understanding. I shall not touch him, I promise." Nikolaos whimpered. Those hands tightened around her inner self and her outer self painfully. She whimpered.
"On your life and power you promise." It was a statement but she answered it like a question.
"Yes. I promise to it all."
Anzyle leaned closer, licking her ear sweetly before whispering, "Do not break your promise to me, Nikolaos. I have placed a spell on him that shall protect him from being tainted by the likes of you. But if you touch him, the curse mingled with such a complex spell will be activated. And only I know the counter-curse. So do not test me."
She was gone before the Master of the City could do anything but sink to her knees and whimper in both pain and a cut-throat need. Her eyes glanced sharply at Kaiba, finding his icy midnight gaze on her. He gazed so steadily at her that she wondered how he, being human, didn't need to blink.
"You fear her." His voice was so soft, so commanding, so promising of so many things, she shivered.
"Ido not."
"Then why didn't you fight her?" Was the sharp retort.
"I was saving myself for you."
Kaiba rolled his eyes as if bored with her. "She will sooner have you than visa versa."
"Get sleep while you can now, Kaiba. In but another hour, you'll meet your maker, and he's none too happy with you."
"The same is said of yourself, Nikolaos."
With an angered huff, she all but ran to the door, pausing to sneer at him over her shoulder, cold grey eyes clouded with a nasty contempt. "Anzyle made me promise not to touch you, but she didn't say others couldn't have their fun." Satisfied with the way his eyes widened in what might have been fear, she swept from the room, screaming silently for Asher and Jairyd. She had a job for the two. Sometimes it paid to be a whore amongst the dark side of life.
And sometimes it didn't.
Moonlight flooded the land below in a silvery glow that never seemed to end. In the distance the howling of wolves and other animals echoed through the night, causing the group to shiver as they moved towards the warehouse which enclosed their goal and what they came here for. Anzyle, pretending to be their lawyer, got them out of the police station with enough time to prepare, bathe (by the gods they all needed it), and be on their way to save Seto and Mokuba Kaiba, Ryuuji Otogi, Hiroto Honda and Mai Valentine.
Blonde hair cascaded over strong shoulders, making the face those tresses framed seem all the more alluring than it already was. A pair of honey-brown eyes stared out the window at the moonlit world outside the limousine that Kaiba's driver had somehow kept from being caught in the fray of violence that had taken over his boss's home a few hours prior. With a deep sigh that one might relate to a moan of pain, Katsuya Jounouchi shook a few strands of hair from his face, glancing down at his clothing.
Kaiba would flip if he knew the puppy had willingly dressed in the clothes he was wearing. A pair of black leather pants much like the ones Draco Chaisson had been wearing when they were first introduced, were tucked into a pair of soft, knee-high leather riding boots. The shirt he wore was a traditional, 16th century, billow-sleeved, tight-cuffed shirt. It's high neck was fastened, whilst the first five buttons of the shirt itself were left undone to give a glimpse to the semi-pale skin beneath. In all, Jounouchi hadn't recognized himself when he'd looked in the mirror. Ceilya smiled at him, handed him a ribbon that matched the deep crimson shirt he wore, and watched as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail, tying the ribbon expertly to hold the hair in place.
Finally, they pulled up in front of an old, run-done warehouse. Above the huge doors that led to the interior were the words "Guiltily Pleasured" in green neon that shimmered weirdly. It was as if they were powered by magick alone and that nothing prepared those that stepped from the limousine for what awaited them inside.
Yuugi stood close to Yami, the two dressed much like they had been since ninth grade, both looking like twins, had it not been for the eyes being two different colours and the fact they stood close enough to become one again. That thought alone made Jounouchi's body shiver with an odd primal need. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he watched as Draco and Erik stepped out after the two spiky-haired teens and smiled seeing they were dressed much like him, only as though they came right out of the 12th or 14th centuries to the present day.
Bakura and Ryou held hands as they stepped out of the car. Bakura was dressed like a normal teenager. Black jeans with tears in both knees and one halfway up his left thigh. Worn Reebok tennis-shoes with navy writing, a black t-shirt with the words "Time to run. Time to die. I'm comin' for you all." in red on it with a white, quarter-sleeved shirt underneath. Ryou had much the same outfit, only with contrasting colours. Instead of black his jeans were a faded blue. Instead of black, his t-shirt was white with dripping black lettering and a black quarter-sleeved shirt underneath.
They both wore black trench coats made to impress. Bakura's hair was pulled back in a high ponytail whereas Ryou's was left to hang loosely around his shoulders. It was almost comical how they fit so well together, just never noticed it. The Sen'nen Ring glowed where it rested around Bakura's neck. The Sen'nen Necklace glowed faintly where it rested around Jounouchi's.
Ceilya was dressed like she had been when they'd gone to Le Darke Desires, never opting to change, but taking a shower like the rest of them. Her hair was still slightly damp and she shivered in the cool October air. Anzu was dressed in a navy blue skirt that fell to her knees with a button up, sailor uniform shirt. Black pumps and knee high, white socks completed the outfit. It never amazed Jounouchi how she was so weird yet played the part of an innocent school girl so well.
The last to exit the car was Anzyle Sarawäk. Truthfully, the blonde still didn't trust her, but hey. . . It wasn't like he had a choice right then. Her long cloak billowed open to show an ankle length skirt with two slits running up her legs to her waist, leaving only two inches of thin fabric it seemed, to keep the material in place. Blue flames danced up the front 'flap' of the skirt, as well as the back. Her top looked like a strapless bra with matching blue flames dancing along the bottom of it. And finally, to complete the exotic outfit she wore, were a pair of a ankle-high, soft leather boots. He noticed then, that there were curving lines along her tanned skin. Alternating blue, silver, and red lines interconnected to form some kind of an amazing tattoo that covered her whole body.
When she caught him staring, she smirked, closing her cloak teasingly. "You'll know the reason for what you saw after your precious lover is safe." She murmured. Although affection echoed in her voice, the blonde could have sworn he heard an underlying tone of jealousy to her words. Shaking it off as him hallucinating, he motioned for her to lead the way, which she did.
(A/n: For those with weak stomachs, leave now, or skip to the end. Because when Jounouchi changes forms, it isn't going to be pretty.)
The front doors burst open and his head snapped up when he heard a yell of fury he would always recognize. Icy midnight eyes widened as he saw Jounouchi, Draco, Yami, Yuugi. .. all of them run through the doors, weapons ready and eyes flashing with anger. Nikolaos's "army" of sorts met them head on. He was helpless to stop any of it. He couldn't even scream out for Jounouchi to look his way, to help him. That he was right there...
Asher thrust into him again and his head sank back down again. Another thrust and his mouth opened in a silent scream. When the blue-black haired man thrust into him yet again Kaiba threw back his head in piercing shriek that echoed across the room. Everything froze, even the man behind him, whose hands rested on his shoulders, fingers curled until sharp nails dug into his clavicle sharply. Lifting his eyes, he stared at the first person, or thing, that he saw. And that happened to be Jounouchi.
The puppy's body had gone rigid with tension, his eyes slowly changing from honey-brown to wolfish-amber. His body shook as a tremor ran through him. A low, menacing growl escaped feather-soft lips as the other slowly approached them. "Get you filthy human hands off him." Jounouchi growled, his skin seeming to ripple like a pond whose crystal waters had been disturbed most unpleasantly.
Asher smirked. "Why should I?"
Jounouchi dropped his daggers to the floor with a resonating clang and fell into a crouch-like position, hands poised as if he'd grow claws suddenly, lunge at the one still buried inside Kaiba, and tear him to pieces. "Because, he's mine." Was the simple reply as if that should and could explain it all.
The blue-black haired man's smirk widened impossibly as he reached around Kaiba with one of his hands and took hold of the other's length, squeezing tightly, making Kaiba wince and try to get away from him. But the CEO's hands were chained above his head with shackles attached to a long chain hanging from the high ceiling. Jounouchi growled as his body began to shiver. Kaiba watched in something akin to horror as Jounouchi's nails grew longer, his fingers doing the same as bones seemed to shift and rearrange, changing form over and over until they were just right. Suddenly Jounouchi's shirt was on the floor and his back bone repeated the same thing his hands did as he fell to his hands and knees. Leather boots were off next, followed by Jounouchi's trousers as his skin rippled with change.
Kaiba's eyes widened as he watched golden fur appear along Jounouchi back. He watched muscle shift and change like everything else as the fur continued to sprout from the blonde's very skin. A sheer, gooey liquid fell around the blonde, mixing with blood as skin broke for the bones and muscle to shift into different places before it healed itself. When it was finished, Kaiba found himself staring into the wolfish-amber eyes of Katsuya Jounouchi. Asher pulled out of him with a low, happy groan, Kaiba only whimpered ever so softly in pain.
As the man who had just raped him over and over for the last two hours moved away from him, the lycanthrope who stood before everyone now as the wolf-form of Katsuya Jounouchi, his lover, followed his every move. Finally, fear sang through the air, and the golden-furred werewolf smiled, actually smiled before leaping towards Asher and tackling him. Kaiba closed his eyes, willing it all to be a dream. Willing himself to ignore the screams of pain as Jounouchi all but ate the man who'd just raped him.
What is it I've become? Have I sunk so low as to stop loving Jounouchi because of what I've always known him to be? He sighed softly, opening his eyes to stare in fearful wonderment as Jounouchi threw back his head and howled into the night. No, but that doesn't make him any less frightening.
It was just then that he felt the pull of something in him. Without knowing he did it, the shackles keeping his hands above is head broke and he sank to his knees on the ground, his naked form shivering. Grunting when he fell onto his hands and knees, he bowed his head, rich brown hair in dire need of a haircut, fell into his face, shadowing his icy midnight eyes. Around him the sounds of fighting slowly resumed before another howl sounded, but it wasn't the one of victory Jounouchi had screamed a few moments before, this time, it was one of pain.
A dream that he hadn't had for months now flashed back to him. Pictures of seeing a wolf with golden fur at the feet of Pharaoh Atemu, pictures of that wolf licking his face before being led away, pictures of trying to hold back tears as a single, last howl rent the air, his name riding it beautifully. Seto Kaiba rose to his feet and felt power swirl around him. Before he knew it once again, he was dressed in the purple, silver, and gold clothing he'd worn when he was a High Priest of the Pharaoh in ancient Egypt. Holding up his right hand, he watched in vague fascination as the Sen'nen Rod appeared there.
"Nikolaos!" He yelled, the movements of everyone, even Jounouchi, coming to an abrupt halt. Cold grey eyes turned to glare at him in angry contempt before they widened seeing who stood before her. Mentally she hissed curses at herself for her stupidity. Did she honestly think he could be brought down so easily? "This is for all the people you've hurt."
He waved his hand in and odd swishing-flick motion before pointing the Sen'nen Rod at her. She only smiled coldly, the emotion lighting her eyes on fire. "You cannot beat me with useless magick tricks, Seto Kaiba. You should know this by now."
The smirk that lifted Kaiba's lips touched his icy midnight eyes with a mercurial fire that rivalled Anzyle's own. With a deep sigh, the world around them seemed to pause as Time slowly came to a stand-still. Then, like someone was pressing the fast forward button on their lives, time sped up to meet the column of golden-lilac light as it sped towards Nikolaos, casting the warehouse in a swath of golden light able to be seen for miles.
This time, Nikolaos, he thought, watching as she stood there watching his power come crashing down upon her, you won't take him from me. You won't get the satisfaction of killing him again. A prophecy was made, I remember it now. But the tables of fate have turned.
She screamed an inhuman howl as his power hit her.
This time it will be your blood that paints the crimson sunrise.
End Chapter 13 of Forbidden Fruit
:shewhimpers softly: Oh no! It's almost over:sighing deeply, she wipes away her tears, clapping her hands together, trying to be cheerful and failing. Giving up she settles for acting normal: Okay people, this is, technically, the end of the story 'Forbidden Fruit.' However, do not start screaming yet. I said there would be a chapter fourteen and a sequel. There will be. So do not start throwing the tomatoes yet.
First off, Chapter 14 will be a wrap up of what happens after the battle ends and hints at what will come in the sequel. Here's a bit of info all of you must know and come to look for in 'Pleasures of the Guilty,' the sequel to this fic.
Yuugi and Yami's wedding will be taking place, Jounouchi and Kaiba will finally be settling down, and a few other surprises. So look for Chapter 14 and after that, the first chapter of the sequel! Thank you and good night!
Arigatou, minna-san!
-Wareta Shooki
Last Edited 3 / 22 / 05
