Wow, I can't believe how little time it took to write this one! (granted, of course, that it isn't one of the longer chapters, but still) A word of warning: This chapter contains some mature themes so if you don't feel comfortable with that, don't read! I have also decided to change the rating of this story to R instead of PG-13 for some adult themes in this chapter and possibly some future ones, and for language although I still keep it to a relative minimum. Having said the above, please enjoy and give me your feedback!

Chapter 10

"Leave it at the door," announced a broad-shouldered man wearing a skintight black shirt and sleek leather pants as he irritably gestured towards Fujin's pinwheel that hung loosely at her belt. "Boss is gonna skin me alive if there's any more trouble tonight. You are not here to make trouble, are you, lady?" He looked her up and down. "Hey, looks like you already pissed somebody off," he added, suspiciously eyeing Fujin's eye patch.

"FUCK YOU," the words slid off Fujin's lips as she struggled to block out the mental image that his words brought to her mind, jabbing her right in the still too fresh wound.

"Feisty one? That's aight, baby. I get off in a couple of hours. Might even take ya up on that offer… whadya say?" Smiling maliciously, he cracked his knuckles, his eyes zeroing on her chest. Anger boiling over in her, Fujin reached for her pinwheel only to find one of the man's muscular arms holding her firmly in a headlock while the other pressed painfully against her breasts.

"Little troublemaker, ain't ya? I'll fix that, you stupid bitch," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. With a slightly delayed reaction, Fujin jabbed him hard in the stomach with her elbow, causing him to bend over in pain yet his grasp on her remained firm, and he quickly recovered, his free hand grabbing the pinwheel out of her belt. Then scooping her up, he roughly pushed her further inside the club, shutting the door behind her. Fujin felt nauseous as she slowly got to her feet, inside a large stuffy room with intensely red walls that flickered erratically, illuminated by numerous strobe lights. The air was saturated with a sweet smelling substance, almost like incense, but much stronger and highly narcotic, found only in the roots of certain plants that grew in the vast deserts of Centra. All around her Fujin saw a multitude of people moving wildly to the rhythm of a high-paced techno song, their limbs appearing strangely disjointed as they flashed in and out of sight. Move with them… just forget…no more pain…not a care…just the music, pounding every sense, driving out reason, regret…even hope …forget it all… The voice inside her head was calling out to her, making it hard to focus. She deeply inhaled the sweet aroma and dived into the crowd, her body no longer obeying her, but moving freely, with no reservations to the powerful will of the music. She vaguely felt numerous bodies sliding past her own, hands grabbing her from every direction in a discordant medley of flesh, lips brushing lightly against her own…She no longer cared, her senses saturated to the utmost with blissful oblivion. She didn't know how much time has passed before she became intensely thirsty, her tired body craving relief. With some effort, Fujin abandoned the dance floor and staggered towards an empty table in the corner of the room, heavily plopping down on a wooden chair. Her head was swimming, and she silently wondered why the room appeared to be rocking back and forth. Then slowly a man's face came into her field of vision as she unsteadily raised her eyes to look at him. From what she could tell, he had spiky copper hair and wore a slightly oversized blue shirt with a white T-shirt underneath that went surprisingly well with his shimmery black pants. Her gaze stopped on several earrings that decorated both of his ears one of which looked remarkably like a claw of a large cat. Fujin closed her eyes and opened them again; the earring appeared to be moving.

"First time?" His voice still retained a pleasant melodic note although he was practically shouting. Fujin looked at him blankly, honestly not remembering exactly how she got there.

"You want a drink of water or something?" he inquired and then looking at her unsure expression quickly added, "Don't worry, it's clean. I don't do that shit anyway." Still unable to get her to respond, the stranger got up and after a minute returned with a large glass of water.

"Here, drink this. It'll help you clear your head a bit." Ignoring him, Fujin hungrily grabbed the glass and downed it in a few short gulps.

"What's your name?"

"FUJIN"

"Fujin, huh… Mind if I call you Fuu?" A trace of agony ran over Fujin's face, only to be replaced by the same blank stare a second later. Seifer?

"NO," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Ok, then, Fuu. I am gonna go walk a friend of mine to her car," he said pointing to a black- haired girl with blood-red lips," and after that I'll come see if you feel any better. First time's always the worst." He got up, flashing her a friendly grin and then leaving her to her solitude, accompanied hand-in-hand by the dark -haired beauty. Fujin sat in silence for a few minutes, desperately trying to collect her thoughts that seemed to disintegrate under the influence of the sweet smelling aroma. Then unexpectedly she felt someone grab her from behind, her mouth being clamped shut by a powerful hand. She struggled, trying to wriggle free when she felt hot breath on her cheek.

"Struggle and I'll slice your throat. Got that? After I have a lil fun with ya… What you say to that? Next time, you'll know better than to fight back, stupid whore." She vaguely felt her feet lift off the ground and although her mind was still clouded, she felt a distinct sense of being carried. Seconds later she felt herself hitting the cold floor and heard what sounded like a door shutting through the intense ringing in her ears. Someone was on top of her, restraining her arms, nails viciously digging deep into her delicate flesh. She felt him grabbing her breasts with his warm eager fingers, tearing ruthlessly at her clothes, felt going numb with the fear of what is to come. Then suddenly she saw a bright burst of blue light, as a cloud of tiny ice shards came hurling towards her attacker. She felt his nails draw blood from her injured flesh, as a scream of utter agony escaped his frozen lips. Blizzara… she thought before blacking out.

TO BE CONTINUED

Thank you RockStar for leaving me encouraging "Continues!" I really appreciate them! Also I want to thank everyone else who has read and reviewed my fic. You guys are awesome!