A couple of replies, because I couldn't resist -

Mini-Murderdoll - I love that you think I'm a cool person!

Seto'swifey - Yeah, it is pretty confusing. Hopefully the last two chapters after this one will clear things up a little. Or possibly not...

KeraJeir - There is no hope for you lot, hehe. I'm driving you nuts? I'm not too insane, I'm just obsessed with pizza and music. I'm short too, 5'2", so I don't do a lot of damage either. I should get a rocket launcher or aflamethrower or something.

Kaieshakai - Yeah, but I still might have him do it...

DreamingChild - I shouldn't sing at all, I shound like a cat choking on a banshee.

Bellebelle3 - I think this has turned into something like angst/romance/drama/comedy now. You make me sound so intelligent in your review! I love you, hehe.

Lady11Occult - Varon and Amelda? Now there's a challenge, I have no idea how I'd write their characters. I'll have to try and put them in whatever I write next, I've never written any of Dartz's lot into anything.

Note: I finally know how it's going to end, which is always a good thing. This one's short, because… it just is.

Poor Twisted Me 8

I have no fucking idea what's going on. For the past week Seto hasn't laid a hand on me…well, he hasn't hurt me, anyway. He doesn't get angry when he sees Mokuba and Ryou being coupley anymore – he acts like he doesn't care. As for me, every time he catches me alone we end up screwing like nuclear rabbits and I'm so far beyond confused it's not even funny. That first night in his office I ended up taking a shower then carrying a bunch of expensive breakable crap outside, lining them up and killing them with a golf club. That was fun. He came out and stopped me after a while, but I think it was more because I was going to wake the kids than that I was doing thousands of pounds worth of damage.

I tried to kill him with the golf club too, but we just ended up fucking again. I don't know what's happening and I think I'm about to hit my breakpoint. Mokuba and Ryou left yesterday for their little weekend getaway, and when they said goodbye to me I had no idea who the hell they were. I need Seto to tell me what's going on, but every time I try to make him tell me he either changes the subject like a fucking coward or we end up having sex, which leaves me even more screwed up.

I'm thinking about all this in the shower, since I got covered in chocolate syrup for some reason. Seto is a kinky freak, and he has a sweet tooth. Not that I'm complaining, I'd just like to know why we went from him driving me insane and using me as his personal stress relief to us having really good sex and him still driving me insane.

I finally get all the fucking sticky crap off me and step out of the shower, drying myself off with a towel that has a big dolphin fish thing on it. That has to belong to… that guy I look like, whose name I can't fucking remember again. Lovely.

Apparently I took too long with my shower, because Seto is an impatient bastard and just waltzes into the bathroom like he owns the place. Wait… he does own the place. Ra, going crazy is really starting to piss me off.

"What do you want? You need to learn to knock, I could've been jacking off in here or something." I fold my arms, glaring at him. He does that arrogant bastard smirk of his and takes his time noting the fact that I'm only wearing a dolphin towel and still managing to look sexy in it.

"That sounds like a good idea." He says smoothly, and I start backing up because my mind is all over the place and he's not getting any until he fixes me. I think he's the only one that can – since this is all his fault – but I don't know how and I don't think he does, either. If he even wants to fix me. He'll have to soon, things are coming to a head. I think it's going to be tonight, I can't take much more.

I back up against something cold and turn around to find myself looking into the full-length mirror on the wall. Before I can escape Seto's behind me, pressing me up against it. My bare chest is against the cold surface and my hands are curled beside my head, my breath misting the glass because he has his hands under the towel I'm wearing. He's kissing the back of my neck and I'm mesmerised by our reflections in the mirror. I've never seen what I look like when I'm being touched like this before, it's fucking weird.

I stare into my own wild eyes while he gets me off, and it feels like I'm looking at someone else. A total stranger. I keep lapsing back into tomb robber every now and then, so my own body feels weird to me. My eyes are a different colour than I recognise – they used to be purple like Marik's but now they're blood red.

My head falls back against his shoulder and I moan out something obscene, watching myself through half-lidded eyes in the mirror as he sends me over the edge. He holds me up for a moment to make sure I don't fall as I recover, then lets me go and watches in confusion as I slide to my knees anyway and stare at my reflection, grinning like a maniac. I just looked right into my fucking eyes as I snapped – I saw it hit me. That last little crack that shattered everything, I watched my own mind fall apart from the outside. I have to get out of here before I kill him.

"Bakura?" He asks me as I narrow my eyes and stand up, a smile on my face that has absolutely nothing to do with humour. I think he knows it's finally happened, he's looking at me with a guarded expression. I don't know what he's thinking. I don't care, right now I could slit his throat and I don't even think it would matter to me. He'd better let me go, I hope he realises how much I want to just rip his heart out right now. How much effort it's taking me not to. I'm starting to question why I'm even bothering to stop myself, and it's definitely time to get out of here.

"If you follow me I'll kill you." I tell him, and it's not a threat. I'm warning him, because if anyone comes near me again in the next couple of hours I'm going to show them why I'm labelled psychotic.

I stalk around him and out of the door, and he wisely keeps his fucking mouth shut. I don't want to hear words right now. The noises in my head have stopped completely – everything is dead silent and I'm not used to that. I always have background noise in there somewhere – I'm used to it – but over the last few days the noises have gotten louder and louder until they finally just cut off altogether. I can't stand the silence, I need to fill it up with something, something violent.

I pull my clothes on in a trance, the grin never leaving my lips and this tenseness building up inside me so much that I almost tear a hole in my shirt just putting it on. My hands are shaking as I pick up a set of keys off the hooks on the way out and head into the blackness, towards the garages. There's a motorbike in there. I've wanted to play with it for ages. Now seems as good a time as any.

XxXxX

I'm going far too fast. I don't think I could ride this thing at any kind of normal speed, not in this mood. I'm so fucking confused, but this is helping. I'm not even thinking yet, just screaming along on this bike, loving the darkness and the speed, and the roaring music. I didn't stop for the helmet – just grabbed the headphones because somehow they were more important than not dying at that moment. Metallica's Some Kind of Monster is playing, and it's this amazing instrumental that completely doesn't sound like Metallica, but fits with this so well. Going too fast on a motorbike in the dark, when there's nobody about, and I can feel this thing building up inside me, like I just want to fucking scream.

I could kill him. I could go to him wherever he is now, and just kill him. Or maybe next time he beats the shit out of me because Ryou loves his brother, maybe then I'd kill him. But he doesn't do that anymore, does he? He just fucks me. WHY? I should kill him. The train of consequences would get me in the end, though. Pharaoh would know, he'd have to kill me and what the fuck would that solve? I don't really want to kill Seto anyway. I don't know when I started calling him Seto instead of just Kaiba, I only do it in my head anyway. It doesn't matter. He's fucked everything up, I think I love him. One second he's throttling the life out of me, the next he's kissing me like I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen. I can't handle it, my sanity is fragile enough as it is. It's mostly gone now.

Maybe I'll ride this fucking bike into a brick wall, I'd love to see how he'd react. He thinks I'm fine. I'm not fucking fine. I want to fight back, it's against my nature to just take it. I want to hurt him, because he's hurt me and it's fair game, right? He played his little games with my mind, and now he has to deal with winning.

I scream around a corner on the bike and suddenly I know what I'm going to do. I can see it up ahead – right in the middle of the city because it's the biggest building, and he's so fucking important. It has a glass front on it, huge panes and big glass doors that cover the front of the ground floor, all very modern and neat. Not for long. Those have to go.

There's this long, wide road - it's usually blocked with traffic and the Kaibacorp building is right at the end of it, sitting there like a big metal monster. I wonder if he's in there? It's late, probably not. He was still at home when I left, but he could have gone out I suppose. I don't care, he'll have videotapes. He'll be able to see it, one way or another. It's rushing towards me – the road is empty at this time of night and it reminds me of a runway. The music is as loud as I can get it and my eyes are narrowed against the wind, my heart should be racing but it isn't. I'm not smiling, but I'm not annoyed anymore either. I'm just listening to the music, it's such a perfect song for the mood I'm in right now.

I think I'd like to die to this song.

TBC

Cliffhanger, because the power just went out and I have an incredible shitload of editing to do for the next chapter. I think there's two left, I'm trying to make this fic 10 chapters long.