Tornado: It's me again. Nobody reviewed last time, so we can just go right into the fic.
DT: What is it with our regular stories and not getting any reviews?
Tornado: Because it takes so long to get to the plot of the damned thing.
DT: Okay. Tornado doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
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Seto's POV
The room was dark; the moon was its only source of light. I crept to the heap of the girl that I had known my whole life. My best friend lay there bruised and bleeding. What had she done tonight?
"Blue-Eyes? Blue-Eyes say something!" I cried, shacking her.
She stirred slightly, and made a small groan of pain. I sat beside her, allowing my hand to stroke the girl gently. It soon became a bloody mess, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the girl that lay weakened by my side.
"Dragon?" a weak voice asked.
"What is it?" I asked, coming closer.
"Are okay?" she asked.
"Of course I'm okay," I snapped. "What about you."
"Hurting, but it'll heal."
"Give me your hand. I'll get you to your room."
"I can walk," she said proudly.
She attempted to stand, but fell back miserably. She stood again, this time succeeding, and limped down the hallway. Her blood trickled onto the marble floors as she walked, but the girl showed not a care. We reached the room that was accommodating her for the night. She fell onto the soft bed, and examined her wounds. They were not as deep as some others that she had carried, but they were deep enough to cause slight concern. I dashed into the adjoining bathroom to fetch the first aid kit, which had been double seized because of the amount of wounds that were inflicted on a daily basis. I dropped the whole kit onto the bed before sitting to dress the gashes. I applied alcohol, and wrapped her arms with gauze. After I had finished both arms had a gauze cast that ran from her wrist to her shoulder. Her legs also carried bandages from her ankles to her thighs. It was gruesome, but the girl never uttered a cry of pain.
"Get some rest. Tomorrow you need to convince everyone that you're completely normal"
"Is it just me, or are we constantly lying about our lives?"
"Do you want to tell everyone what is going on at this place?"
"Not particularly. If anyone ever finds out about this, it'll be through deductive reasoning."
"Nobody's Sherlock Holmes enough to figure it out."
"We can dream, can't we."
The door burst open to expose a very pissed Takura Lireal. The girl's brow furrowed as her eyes closed. She prepared herself for the new wave of pain to override her senses. Takura grabbed her collar, and drug her out of the room, not caring as her head hit the doorway.
"Let her go!" I called.
The man turned around, and stared at me like I had a second head. I knew that what was coming next was not good.
"You want me to let her go? Please, obviously Gozaburo needs to beat you more often than he does. You don't ever tell an adult what to do."
"You're just a child with a temper."
"Now you're going to get it. I'm so glad that the two of you are such good friends," he said as he threw me back.
Me head hit the wall hard sending me to the floor. I couldn't move my limbs. All I could do was sit there numb, and watch the horrors begin. The man ripped the clothing off of the small girl, and thrust himself inside of her. I saw her clench her jaw to keep the pain from escaping through a scream. He stopped a minute, but soon continued in harsher plunges. With each shove the force increased. The girl could no longer suppress her cries, but she never let a tear fall. Once the man was done he rolled off, and turned to me.
"So, how did this happen?" he asked.
"How did what happen?" I answered.
"How is she not a virgin?" he persisted.
I smiled. "I figured that once you started beating us, it was only a matter of time before the raping began. So, I decided that I'd spare her some pain, and take it away myself before you got a chance to do it."
"You bastard!" he yelled before pouring a rain of punches into my stomach.
I doubled over. The pain was unbearable. I had told him the truth, and it was time to pay the piper. It would be my fault that I suggested it.
"Leave him alone!" the girl cried from behind us.
The man turned around, facing the girl with furious eyes. He was pissed, but that didn't stop the girl.
"I forced him to do it. I knew that you would eventually rape me, and I didn't want a double dosage."
"Oh, in that case…" he said before slamming his knee into her gut.
The action was repeated several times, and then topped with a few punches to the same area. A whip appeared out of nowhere, cutting with a crack the girl's back. The motion was soon back and forth; it was a never-ending cycle. The man stopped a good ten minutes later, and admired his work. I felt hatred rise inside of me giving me a temporary strength that left the moment I tried to stand. The girl was gathering her scattered clothing, and dressing noiselessly.
When she was fully dressed, the man whipped her several more times, leaving her bloodied and tattered. He walked to the door, and looked back at her one last time before saying, "Get those gashes taken care of. I don't want anybody raising any question over this." He left without another word.
The girl's clothes were tattered and blood was seeping from numerous wounds. Her eyes were forlorn as I approached her trembling form. All this because she was not a virgin. I sat down beside her, and let my hand rest on her shoulder. This was the first time it had happened, but I knew it would not be the last.
I shot up in my bed covered in an icy sweat. An unknown substance was trickling down my cheeks. I knew who that girl was. It was only the girl whose face had haunted me over the past three years. While she troubled my thoughts, she was also my savoir. Many times when I had felt like there was no meaning to life, I thought of her face, and how she had told me never to give up. I was instantly cured, and my suicidal thoughts were once again annihilated.
/Blue-Eyes, where are you? Are you alive? Are you dead? All these questions, and no answers./
I took a shower hoping to clear my mind. As I stood with the cold water washing over me, another girl came to mind. This girl was much older than Blue-Eyes was the last time I saw her. Sclera Marshal was nothing short of beautiful, perhaps as beautiful as Blue-Eyes had been. I could not place my finger on why I was referring to my best friend in the past tense. It was as if she had died, though in my heart I knew that she somehow had to be alive. I thought back to when Sclera had walked in this morning. That same feeling that I got whenever I saw Blue-Eyes came back to me, but I'd never know why.
I went back to bed after my encounter with the past, but two images still loomed in my mind: Sclera and the Blue-eyes Black Dragon.
Sclera's POV
I went to bed right after dinner. My mind was not ready to allow me resting time, but my body insisted. The moment my eyes closed, I was whisked off into a place where I was free. This was something that I'd be sure not to forget in the near future.
I sat at the cherry table sipping a dark liquid. I felt his hands touch my shoulder blades then slide southward. Soon, they were in my pants, stroking the lowest part of my stomach. I pushed my chair out, and stood to be brought into a crushing kiss. I asked for permission to enter his mouth, which he willingly granted. My tongue was exploring every square inch of his orifice. He tasted like coffee. His hands fastened around my rear, and he hoisted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as he made his way to his bedroom. Our kiss had not broken, and now his tongue was exploring my mouth. He kicked the door shut, gently dropping me on the bed. His hands quickly undid my shirt and pants, leaving me with the essentials. I stripped him of his shirt and pants leaving him his boxers. His hands ran my figure before he unclasped my bra. He put his mouth on my breast, and ran his tongue around my nipple. I gasped in pleasure as he repeated the action on my other breast. He allowed his mouth to wander significantly southward, kissing my thigh before tearing my panties off. He eased a finger inside of me, quickly finding my pleasure spot. He ran his finger over it, and it sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. I soon climaxed all over his hand. He licked my juices off before kissing me again. Somehow I managed to flip myself on top of him, giving me a chance to play as well. I left a trail of kisses down his chest and abs, and I allowed the bulge in his boxers to breathe the air. I took his member in my mouth, and gently sucked on the tip, earning a moan from him as I ran my tongue the circumference of his shaft. He bucked his hips, sending a good three of his eight inches into my mouth. I continued to suck his tip until he released, giving me a mouthful of his fluid. I swallowed, and licked my lips to clear the remaining juice from my lips. He brought me into another kiss, and got himself back on top. He reached into the dresser beside the bed, and grabbing a condom before positioning himself between my legs. He eased inside of me sending waves of pure ecstasy through my body. His thrusts were slow and sensual. It frustrated me that he was going so slowly. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body as he picked up the pace. His plunges became stronger, but not to the point that it was unbearable. I climaxed a second before he did, and he removed himself before collapsing beside me. He brought me up to his chest, kissing my head as I drifted off to sleep.
"Good night, Sclera," he whispered in my ear.
"Good night, Seto," I answered drowsily.
My eyes shot open at the last word, and I sat up in bed. My hand was between my legs, and was coated with my juices. I climbed out of bed, and sprinted to the shower. The iced water rained over my head as I thought more about my dream. /Why had I been in bed with Seto? He's my best friend, and right now he doesn't even recognize me./
I turned off the shower, and glanced at the clock. Four A.M. Henry would be much less than thrilled to be awoken at this time. I strolled out to the kitchen to find Henry standing in front of the fridge in his bathrobe.
"What are you doing up?" I asked curiously.
"I was about to ask you the same question. What's wrong?"
"I had an interesting dream."
"Would you like to explain it to me? I have cookies and milk."
I laughed. I had always had a small weakness for cookies and milk. It must have came from all of those years that I made Mokuba spill his problems to me over them.
"Are they chocolate chip?" I asked.
"Soft and chewy."
"2% milk?"
"Chocolate."
I smiled, and flopped into one of the chairs as he sat a large plate and two glasses in front of me. He sat on my right side as I dipped a cookie into my milk.
"So what was this dream about?" he asked.
"Me having sex."
"That's understandable; you're a teenage girl with raging hormones."
"With my best friend."
"That's unusual"
"Tell me about it."
"It was just a dream."
"That masturbated with out my knowledge."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I must have been masturbating while I was dreaming. That's the only thing I can figure out."
"Interesting."
"Henry, what the hell am I going to do?"
"I'm not quite sure. Was it just intercourse?"
"No, Henry. I started out at a table sipping coffee, and ended up in his bed. Foreplay and everything."
"Maybe you're attracted to him."
"What would cause me to have a dream that I was getting fucked by him though?"
"I don't know, Sclera. All I'm going to say is that it was probably your hormones seizing an opportunity to release your frustration. In the three years I've known you, I don't think that you've slept with one guy, but how that should affect you I have no clue."
I sat there debating with myself. I didn't know if I should tell him or not. There was nothing I could do about what happened, it's over now.
"Henry," I began quietly. "My parents were both dead by the time I turned ten. My best friend lost his father the same day I lost mine. He was going to be sent away to an orphanage. My twin brother looked too much like my parents, so I ran away. I landed in an orphanage myself. I was there for less than two months when Takura Lireal adopted me. He was the vice president of Kaiba Corps.
"About three months later, his boss Gozaburo Kaiba, adopted two boys of his own, and I was reunited with my best friend. Everything was fine for a month, but then they decided that we needed to be trained. Basically emotionally killed so that we were cold, heartless people. They beat us.
"One day Seto came to me, and told me that they may rape us. I panicked because I had heard that your first time was always the most painful, and if you add the pain of being raped on top of that it's unbearable. Seto knew what I was thinking, and he offered to do it before they got a chance. I accepted.
"The first time Takura raped me was worse than I'd ever expected. I was glad that I had taken Seto's offer because I would have been extremely suicidal afterward. When Takura found out that I wasn't innocent he turned to Seto who naturally took the blame for it. I figured, hell I was already bleeding from being beaten before the rape that I might as well take the blame, so I did. That was the first time that I had severe body injury, but they refused to take me to the hospital. I was left with a first aid kit, and Seto to fix me. Luckily, I didn't get an infection, but that was just the beginning of it.
"Over the next year, I was placed in the hospital eight times. I had two comas, and severe bodily injury eighteen times. I had been raped unaccountably, sometimes by two people, and I didn't trust anyone except Seto and his brother, Mokuba.
"Two years after Seto and I met again, we couldn't take it any longer. One day I broke, and accidentally slit Takura's throat as he rushed at me the one day. I didn't know what happened at first then the reality hit me. I called an ambulance, and told them to send the police. I knew he was dead, nobody had to tell me that. I was lucky enough to have been in the line of a security camera. It was ruled as self-defense.
"Two weeks earlier Gozaburo had died because he jumped out of his office window. I think it was Seto, but I have no evidence and even if I did I wouldn't turn him in. He offered to make me the vice president of Kaiba Corps, but I refused and ran away. That's when Mr. and Mrs. Marshal took me in. Ever since I haven't been in contact with anybody from my past."
Henry examined my face as I stared at the tabletop, refusing to meet his gaze. I didn't know what to expect him to say. It was hard news to take, and there was only one person in the world that could relate to my experience.
"I'm not going to bullshit you by saying I understand what you went through because I don't, but I think that you need to talk to somebody."
"I can't relate to anybody except Seto, and how do I talk to him without having him figure it out?"
"You can't. that's what I'm saying. You come out of your shell, and tell him who you are."
"I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because I always had to act strong around him so I could feel like I was at least half of what he was. He was always the stronger one of us. He pulled me through everything, not the other way around. We worked hard to eliminate our weaknesses."
"You don't want to tell him that you ran away from him, do you?"
"I didn't run away from him! I don't know what you're talking about."
"You ran away because you were afraid that things would come back to haunt you, and you would break down. So, you ran away in case you did break, he wouldn't be there to see it."
I sat there with my mouth half open. Henry was right, and I knew it. I kept convincing myself that I wouldn't have lasted if I had stayed there, but in reality I was better off. There I had somebody that I could relate. I had been stupid to run from him. I knew he would get along without me, hell by now he probably doesn't even remember that girl that he saved. Even if he did remember me, I would probably be the girl he had to pull along. My heart sunk the more I thought about it. I had been expecting Seto to recognize me the minute he saw me, but what if he had forgotten me. Tears came to my eyes. I hadn't cried since my father died five years ago, but the thought of Seto forgetting me deeply wounded my heart. Henry stared at me in sympathy and amazement.
"Henry, can I have a beer?"
"Just one."
"Thanks," I said as he handed a cold one to me.
I popped the lid, and took a long drag from it. It was horrible, but I continued to drink it anyway. I finished it at five thirty. By six thirty there would be no trace of the alcohol, which left me plenty of time to get ready for school.
I went into the bedroom, and began to ready myself for the new day. I put my hair into a bun, leaving two front strands hang loosely around my face. I grabbed my colored hair gel, and applied the blue coloring to them. I shadowed and lined my eyes in navy blue, and painted my lips a luxurious crimson. I stared in the mirror for a half an hour, studying my reflection. /He has to notice this./
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Tornado: We know why she ran away, but now what's she going to do?
DT: You're the authoress, you tell me.
Tornado: You'll just have to wait DT.
DT: Why? You can't hide your thoughts from me! I'm your yami!
Tornado: DT just because you're my yami doesn't mean you can hear all of my thoughts.
DT: What is it with you and dreams?
Tornado: I have an uncanny talent for making them work into things. R&R!!!!