Disclaimer: Don't own YGO, or the lyrics to 'World So Cold' by Mudvyane either. The only thing I own is Sekka.
A/N: Whelps, here I am again with a brand new chapter for ya'll! Ok, first off, the contest. Nearly everyone was almost exact to the truth, or well on their way, but I have to say that it was a tie between suicide-greeting and serpent-vampfreak, they was the closest, so this chapter's for them! The reason I'm tying because I couldn't figure out who was closer of the two. To everyone else # Hands out cookies # Anyways, shout-outs:
Cymoril Avalon: Yami? Of course not, though it does represent the darkness in her, but not in the form of a seperate existance. Bakura-kun? Nope, srry...... and even if I did add Bakura, you would just end up hating his role anyway. And as far as her killing herself........ well your wrong and right at the same time, you'll see what I mean later. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
The Summer Stars: Your guess was actually really close to the truth, but suicide-greeting had more detail........ anyways, I hope this chapter is too your liking.
suicide-greeting: Your guess was almost dead on! Good for you, I didn't many people would get it, but hey. Here's your chapter, I really hope you enjoy it, and thanks for saying taht the dream writing was beautiful.
Deceptive-Innocence: Read the chapter and find out! Anyways, I'm glad you like the title for this fic and it becomes apparant why I titled it that later on.
serpent-vampfreak: You got it to! Wow, good for you! Here's your quick update, I really hope you like it!
loathed wolf spirit: Didn't have any ideas for the dream ne? Don't worry about it, if you want a good idea go read suicide-greeting's and serpent-vampfreak's reviews. Anyways, Sekka does have a strong will, but she's broken at the time, I don't know if that makes any sense to you, but I hope you like this chapter all the same.
Sakura Trees: Glad you like the fic so far, and cool name change. Not much else to say except taht you haven't been on msn in forever, but then again.............. neither have I, lol.
Woodstock500: Hey! A new reviewer, I always love to see you guys! I'm happy you like the fic so far and that it keeps you interested, which is a thing good because my updates come pretty fast. Anywho, hope you like my latest installment and feel free to check out my other fics.
Well, with all that said, here's the chapter.
Like Petals From A Rose
Chapter Six
The Devil's Adversary
For five days I didn't leave the semi-safety of my bed. Every once in awhile I would hear someone knocking on my door, but I refused to get up even for that.
My leg hurt, and my arm was gashed, but that was nothing compared to the nightmares I endured in what have been a sweet oblivion........ but not me. For he, and them returned to me in my sleep, cutting, slashing, raping.......
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected
Only in a World so cold, only in a World this cold
I was never at peace, no matter how much I longed for it.
But more then peace, I longed for death. An escape from this cruel world, but it was fear that held me back in a place that not even my hatred and depression could push me over it's edge.
In a way, I wished someone would help me, pull out of myself and show me a better way, but I knew no-one ever could. The one person that had, my best friend as a child, was dead and buried at the age 12, and now I was alone, damned with a prime reservation in hell, and no amount of so-called 'redemption' was going to change that fact.
Hold the hand of your best friend
Look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
There was so such priest that could bring a hell-bound whore like me into heaven, and I didn't expect to be allowed in. I wouldn't belong there, so full of hate and sadness.
Some might say, we've done the wrong things
For way too long, for way too long
And, as I watched the sunrise on the dawn of the sixth day, I decided that I felt strong enough to go back to school. The slash on my leg still throbbed, but that pain could be easily ignored. I took a shower, the water so hot that it burned my skin, but I didn't care - if anything, I found peace in it.
And as the water ran over my skin, the memory of my dream returned, making me shudder despite the burning rivers.
Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away
Away from the name (Calling your names)
Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones)
That girl.........
She resembled me in so many ways that it was frightening, and the older one, the one with the dark hair and eyes.......
She seemed so cold, so unfeeling, and she had cut not only herself but the child as well. And again, I asked myself what it all meant, but again no answers came, so I stepped out of the shower and dressed in what little I had seeing as one pair of clothes had been ripped when they had........
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
No!
I wasn't going to think about it anymore. I wasn't the first time that it happened and it wouldn't be the last, and I would just have to live with it, the way I learned to live with all the other fucking shit that I had dealt with in my life.
Away from the games (Fucking head games)
Away from the space (Hate this head space)
The circumstances of a World so cold
I was alone and I knew it, and I would have to survive through these days even if it killed me, which it just might. Memories flooded my vision, memories of the customers, the rapes, and what had driven me onto the streets in the beginning.
Him.
And for what? Nearly nothing at all.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to forget him for the moment.
Forget the way his steely gray eyes always glared at me when he was drunk or high- usually the latter, and how his dark hair fell into his face making him look.........
Burning whispers, remind me of the days
I was left alone, in a World this cold
Guilty of the same things, provoked by the cause
I've left alone, in a World so cold
My eyes snapped open and I mentally shook myself, willing myself to forget. I opened the door and came face-to-face with my landlord, looking less then pleased.
"So, your alive are you." She stated, looking me over with obvious dislike.
"Hai." I answered swiftly. "What do you want?"
Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away
"You rent." She replied coolly. "Your behind again, by two months!" I bit my lip and nodded quickly. I hadn't been working for a few days and it had completely devastated my income.
"Yes." I answered. "I'll get it to you as soon as possible."
"You have until the end of the week." She snapped and walked off, leaving me to feel as it a lead weight was in my stomach.
Away from the name (Calling your names)
Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
How was I going to get nearly $600 dollars in two days? Unless I went back to selling myself....... I could make that in two nights if I upped the price of myself.........
I nearly wanted to hit myself for daring to think such a thing. I was done with that! Done!
I was done with coming home after selling myself every night to collapse on my bed, sore with their mistreatment with a broken soul and occasionally, on really bad nights, a broken body as well.
I would make it some other way......... somehow..........
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games (Fucking head games)
Away from the space (Hate this head space)
The circumstances of a World so cold
Closing my eyes I sent out a silent request for strength before I dared open them again and step into the busy streets of Tokyo, looking somewhat nervous as visions of their pounding members into my unwilling body racked my brain, and the limp in my leg didn't help me to forget, but I made it to school none the less.
I mapped my usual route to my locker, gathered my things, and headed to class like anyone else. I would have said that the day was boring and uneventful, if it hadn't been for the period after lunch.
I groaned as I reached my locker, glad that the lunch bell had finally, even if I didn't have a lunch to eat. I had gotten used to the hunger cramps and the constant nagging of hunger itself and I come to acknowledge it as my normal state as I was content just to read a book during my free time.
When it closer to class, I went back to my locker and began to undo the lock when the feeling of eyes on me burned into my side and I had to look up to satisfy my curiosity. Aqua rose to meet crimson in a silent clash between us, neither refusing to back down.
Then his ruby gaze dropped to my arm and I blinked in confusion before I realized what he was gazing at. The cigarette burn on my arm had been exposed as I was undoing the lock, making my sweater rise a little.
I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the names (Calling your names)
Away from the games (Fucking head games)
The circumstances of a World so cold
Don't let him come over here, don't let him come over here. I repeated this over and over again in my head, even as he began moving towards me. Quickly I turned away, slamming my locker shut and turning to walk away, but his voce was quicker.
"How did you get that?" He asked softly, nodding towards my wrist.
"Cooking accident." I answered smoothly. If I could deceive him well enough, he might leave me alone.
"In a circle?" The bell signified the end of lunch and I focused my gaze on him.
"That's the bell." I said blandly. "Better get to class and preserve that perfect record of yours."
Why does everyone feel like my enemy?
Don't want any part of depression or darkness
"I don't care about the damn record." He shot back. "I want to know why you were absent for five days and come back with a cigarette burn and a limp." He gently took my arm and brought it to him. "Come on, let's go to the cafeteria." Panic filled me and I instantly jerked away from his male touch.
"Leave me alone." I growled, preying that my eyes didn't betray my fear before I remembered what he had said about my burn. "And what makes you think it's a cigarette burn anyway?"
"It's in a perfect circle." He answer, and didn't say anything more as if knowing that he didn't have to. "Who did it to you?"
I've had enough
Sick and tired
"Who's to say that anyone did?" I shot back, and I could tell that this was going to be a clash.
"Then why would you have a limp?" He replied. "Sekka, just tell me what's going on."
"And why I should I?" I retorted, but through that I saw that small part of myself again in his eyes. He was in pain somewhere, and it caught my curiosity, or would have, if I hadn't been for the fear that filled my heart, being alone with a male. "You don't know me."
Bring the sun
Or I'm gone, or I'm gone
"How can anyone know you if you don't give them the chance?"
"Exactly." I hissed. "I don't want anyone to know me, so leave me the fuck alone."
"Come with me." He said, and reached out to touch my arm. I blind panic gripped my and I instantly tore out of his light grip.
I'm backing out, I'm no pawn
No mother fucking slave to this
"Don't touch me." I ordered, backing away from him and preying that he didn't hear the shakiness in my voice. He looked at me curiously for a moment before a light went on in his head.
"Sekka......... did whoever make that burn on you do something else?" He asked softly, and I couldn't hold his burning gaze any longer and looked away. "They did, didn't they?" He pressed.
Never lied
Never left
"And why should you fucking care!" I answered, my voice raising with every word. "You waltz into my life and made me see that working as a goddamn whore was a bad thing, and I listened. You've played your role in my life, so kindly step out."
"I want to more then just that." He answered back. "I want to help you. I was in the cafeteria when you had pooling from under your arm. You cutting yourself is a call for help, an SOS whether you realize it or not, and if no-one else is going to answer it, if they won't care, I will."
"I don't need you pity." I shot back. "I don't need the wealthy boy to help the poor little whore out of the 'goodness of his heart'. Sorry, that story's been done before."
"I'm not pitying you." He replied. "That's not what you need."
"Then what do I need?"
"Love." He answered quietly. At that, I burst out laughing with a laugh that carried no mirth.
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being me, or anyone else
"Love?" I laughed. "That's funny. I see your still naïve and stupid. There is no love. There's lust, and I won't have you trying to 'romance' me to fuck me and then fucked me over."
"If I wanted to 'fuck' you, then I wouldn't have stopped you in the car." I fell silent for the moment, trying to find a hole in his logic, but if there was one, I didn't see it. "You see?"
"Go away." I whispered brokenly. "Just go away and leave me be."
"I can't do that." He replied softly, the kind of soft voice that sent fear into my heart. It was hard to believe that he a rich person - a rich male no less- could honestly want to help me, could honestly care, but the thought that it might be genuine is what sent pounding fear into my veins.
"But I can." And with I turned and ran, ran as fast as I possibly could. However, I didn't get far. My injured leg gave out and I let out a small cry as I crashed to the floor, the hard tile hitting my knee and making it throb with pain.
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything
"Sekka!" I heard his footsteps come up behind me and he held out his hand to help me, but I slapped it away. "Are you alright?"
Backing out, giving up
No mother fucking slave to this
Never lied
Never left
"I'm fine." I growled, but he helped me up anyway. A part of me wanted to push him into the lockers, but another part was grateful. No-one had ever helped me like that. "Thanks." He nodded.
"You should sit down, it looks like your worse off then I first thought." He answered, gesturing to the lockers that I was leaning on for support. "If you don't want to tell me what happened, fine, but you need help either way."
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
"No I don't." I muttered, but he didn't listen to me and lead me to the cafeteria. I sat down in a seat and he took the one across from me. We sat in silence for a long time before I dared to speak. "So, what's wrong in your life?" I knew I shouldn't have asked, but the look buried within his ruby eyes made me wonder. "You have friends, money, a family........"
"I don't have friends." He answered blandly. "Those people who call themselves my friends..... they don't really care about what happens to me. They mostly hang around me for image and such, and money can't buy you happiness as much as it can buy you loneliness."
Never hurt
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, genuinely interested. It was so odd to this male....... this person act this way, as if he was no better then me. Slowly I felt some of the bricks in my wall loosen against my own will. Maybe, just maybe I had wrong about him after all.
"It means that that's all my parents care about really." He replied. "Their always off on cruise ships and vacations or out buying more expensive things that we don't need but have for show. It's a hollow life for them." We fell into silence again and I thought about what he had just said.
He was sad, like me, despite everything he had.
Maybe I had been wrong about him, no his image, because that sure as hell wasn't who he was. Who he was, was the person right in front of me staring off the space in his own little world.
"Almost hard to believe." I whispered.
Never worry about being me, or anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything
"For some." He replied with a short nod of his head. "Hell, when they are home I can hardly find them in that maze of a house."
"Pretty big fucking house." He nodded before his face turned serious. "So are you going to let me help you?" We fell into silence for the second time as I thought everything over.
My heart was scarred, possibly beyond any sense of repair, but how could I know for sure? But then again, there was the risk of me getting hurt again.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I muttered and stood up, leaving Yami at the table.
I need to find a darkened corner
A lightless corner
Where it's safer and calmer
Shadows could not exist within light and I felt as if my very being would slip away if I allowed him to close to me. He would taint me with his warmth and brightness, and I was too far into the dark for exposure.
Maybe that's why I didn't return.
I'm turning away
Away from the name (Calling your names)
Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
A/N:
Well, there we go. Next chapter things should get rolling in the romantic sense, and it will be getting a little lighter for awhile before things take a turn for the worse....... # Evil grin # Oh I how I love fucking my characters over, I swear their going to rebel against me one of these days, lol. And for future reference, I'm going to be changing my name soon to Gothic-Dragon, just to let you all know that way you aren't like 'who the hell is this on my author alert?'
Alright, the stupid school FINALLY arranged for my tutor so I actually start some credits, so my updates might be getting a little longer in time because I actually have work to do now! But they shouldn't be more then a week apart, maybe more if I have writers block, which I hope it doesn't rear it's ugly head on this fic...... it already did on 'The Gift', I just hope it doesn't spread..... & Runs around making writers block poison & Well, while I work this out, please review and tell me what ya think!