SingMyLullabySweet666: Hi reviewers and newcomers to this story that happens to be my second favorite of my stories so far. The first would have to be The Journal of Hiei. I just love my writing……

Herro: Aren't we a little self confident?

SingMyLullabySweet666: Maybe.

Eike: Then you should tone it down a little, you know?

SingMyLullabySweet666: Okay, your the reviewers. I don't want to sound overly cocky which I am most certainly not.

Homunculus: Wow, you know such big words for an imbecile such as yourself, Sing. (chuckles) Have you been reading the dictionary lately?

SingMyLullabySweet666: NO! I am very smart thank you…. I only turn my brain off after school hours!

Homunculus: Touchy, touchy.

Eike: Koi, leave the author alone. Trust me you don't want to aggravate either of them.

SingMyLullabySweet666: He means my other half. You see I was recently diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder. Apparently my other me was made from my bottled up emotions (hate, anger, jealous, envy, despise, etc.) I rarely show what I turely am feeling is what the quack said.

Herro: Great, another you mean twice the trouble and annoyance.

SingMyLullabySweet666: I know…… Isn't it cool? My other me goes by the name of Blood. Don't ask why she demanded to be called that, she just did.

Eike: Well, that will certainly make her some great friends.

SingMyLullabySweet666: She talks to me too, you know. It's weird…… I am still getting used to her in my mind.

Eike: …….

Herro: Will you just get on with the story.

SingMyLullabySweet666: Alright…… (shouts) HEY, DUO! COME OUT HERE AND DO THE DAMN DISCLAIMER OR I'L FUCKING HUNT YOU DOWN!

Duo: (sigh) Sing doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho and never will unless she becomes filthy rich which will never happen in a million year unless she wins the lottery which will never happen in a billion years unless she finds a magic lamp with a genie that will grant her a wish but that will never happen in a trillion years. (pants slightly) WILL YOU FUCKING SHORTEN THIS DAMN THING ALREADY!

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NOTES

Italic: Thinking

Italic Bold: Song

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Understanding Isn't Always Easy

Have you ever felt the kind of pain that takes over your mind and body? The type of pain that darkens your sight and clouds your hearing and no matter how hard or how loud you scream, no one will hear you. Pain that slowly pulls you into her sweet embrace of no return; the pain that wraps you in her arms like a black void empty of emotion; reluctant to let you return to the life you once knew. The pain that creeps it's way forcefully into your life taking over every action and word that you do or say. Oh the sweet, sweet pain that never will allow returning to the world you knew off that had begun to become a vivid image in the back of your mind, long forgotten. Eien no Matsu Koto…… forever.

This room is so reserve; so unimpassioned, that the feeling is eerily welcomed within my darkening mind. The thoughts of the accident now refuses to leave me in rest and continues to play and rewind in my memories like a broken record. My memories have been buried in the deepest part of my mind; long forgotten and untouched for many years. I haven't communicated with one single soul after finding that unnerving message. Oh, how those three words will forever fallow me to my grave. Even though it was unpleasant, the message is right, Bakura is right. I killed him... I killed him... I killed him...

My body rocked back and forth in the small corner had thrown myself into and hide there for fear of Bakura coming back to make me feel 'it'. I never like feeling 'it'…. the feeling hurt too much and I just can't go throw that again. What if I lose the very little sanity I have left? I couldn't handle it the first time around, I don't want to remember it ever again. I swear on Bakura's grave I will kill myself if I have to have that kind of pain again; that suffering that killed Mailk and took him away from me and Mairk….. I am responsible for everyone's pain…. Ra, what have I done?

I slowly raise my shaking hands to my eye level and hiss in disgust. These hands; these hands are not tools for breaking pleasure and creativity but for bringing pain and suffering to everybody including Mairk, who never really has shown any emotions in the past. Why? Why did I have to kill? Why was I cursed with such evilness to cheat on my Bakura with Mailk; Mairk's lover. I took him away from the one person that never knew of love and when he finely began to open up to Mailk, I killed him. These hands are weapons of Satan…. I have to punish them; I have to punish me!

Reaching for the knife that was lying on the counter above me, I gripped the razor sharp edge tightly within my grasp. Hissing slightly in pain, I bring the knife to my eye level; a smirk of happiness danced on my lips wickedly. Taking hold of the opposite end, I looked as the crimson liquid began to run down my arm like a large river and pool its self around me bare feet. I couldn't feel the pain but I could feel it eternally; plaguing my mind with unwanted things. Turning my hand over so my palm faced the pooling blood that was gathering around my feet I placed the knife to the backside of my hand and pressed down harshly. The knife drew out blood that also began to run down the backside of my arm. Dragging the knife across my hand, I watched as my life and pain quickly gushed from the deep wound. This was my punishment; my relief all in one.

Chuckling darkly out loud as if I had gone crazy, I continued to watch the life flow from my and too the once white tiling floor beneath me. Not satisfied, I brought the knife to my other hand and dragged the small kitchen knife across my palm in an x shape. The pain was somewhat bearable but punishment was suppose to hurt; suppose to make you shake with fear. I wanted myself feel what I should have felt when I lost more than Bakura or Mailk. I wanted myself to feel what Mairk felt when he got the call at three in the morning that Saturday night. I deserved this pain; this torture.

The pain that grips you

The fear that binds you

This is what it is like to feel. I haven't felt anything in oh so long. I want to make myself remember all the wrongs that I did to everyone. How could I have hurt them? The pain is so intense but I have to punish myself further, this isn't enough pain. I have to have more; no I need more. Yes, more pain means I will no longer hurt inside. This is so heavenly.

I sat on the floor for what seemed like forever when I finally realized what I did. I begin to shake with fear and something unknown to me for I haven't felt anything for oh so long. The flowing blood has yet to cease from leaving my body and I had begun to feel lightheaded. Sighing slightly, I throw the knife across the room and watched as it skidded to a halt in front of the oven. I stare entrancingly at the wall ahead of me and I rock my weakening frame back and forth. I sat in my corner before my vision began to fade in and out, signaling that I needed help and quickly. Why? Why should I get help? I deserve to die... I caused so much pain to those that were once close to me. I don't need help. No, I refuse to seek help. I ended up rocking for what seemed like eternity. Every second that dragged by felt like minuets; thought minutes felt like hours; the hours felt like days; though the days seemed like months; the months seemed like years; and the years were eternity of utterly complete darkness.

Looking up at the clock on my oven, the bright neon green light read 7:32 in the evening. Shimatta! Dave was suppose to be over here sometime around eight to take me out on a fucking date that I never agreed to go on. I can't feel my legs and my body is weak from the blood lose. Gripping the counter in a death lock, I pull myself to my feet and begin to stumble my way through the kitchen and into the main hallway. As I held onto the wall for support, my feet showed no effort on returning to its full health. That's just fucking perfect, isn't Ryou? The last Ra be damned thing I need is to end up in some fucking hospital with a fuck doctor and Dave hassling me with pointless questions that I will never reveal the answers to.

Slowly, I guided my way to the top of the stairs with a great amount of trouble and into my bathroom. I flung open the shower door and stepped in, not caring that I still had my cloths on; my mind was foggy and slow from the blood loss I had obtained through my little 'problem'. As the water splashed harshly against my cuts, I bit my tongue hard to not scream out in pain; reminding myself that I deserved the punishment. I peeled off my soaking wet cloths and allowed them to drop to the pinkish water below me. As I cleaned away my cut, I wonder how I was going to hide them from Dave who would no doubt bombard me with questions. Turning off the water when I was sure the bleeding had slowed to a more controllable pace, I turned the bronze knobs to off and climbed out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the rack, I began to dry my body off, making sure to be very careful on my self-inflicted wounds. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I walked out of my bathroom and down the hall to my unpleasant bedroom.

Taking a moment to look around my now bare room, I sighed and walked over to my walk-in closet. Opening the door, I stepped in and searched for something to wear for this evening. Taking my dark crimson tank-top of its hanger, I walked over to the small shelves that were hanging in the far right of the closet. Searching through the few pants that I couldn't fit in my drawers I picked out midnight black Jnco pants with a small flaming skull in the right butt pocket. Walking out of my closet I shut the door and slowly worked my way over to my small dresser. Opening the second drawer, I searched through my belongings until I found my blood red fishing net under shirt. Pulling it on I opened the fourth drawer and pulled out a pain of black silk boxers. As I pulled them on I looked at my bedside table clock that repeatedly blinked 7: 51. Shimatta! As I pulled on my pants, I reached for the first drawer and opened it before rummaging through it for a few second before pulling out my punk belt. Placing it around my slimming waist I quickly pulled on my tank-top and sighed in content. Comfortable, and still with-in my fashion statement. Walking over to my small mirror that sat mindlessly atop my large dresser on the east wall near the window, I grabbed my brush and began to untangle my blackened hair. I grabbed a crimson rubber-band and pulled my hair back in a low riding pony-tail. I pulled a few stands loose to allow them to frame my face. As I reached for my gloves as my front door opened and closed, signaling my 'date' was here.

"Ryou, where the fuck are you?" Dave called out as I heard footsteps walking around my first floor. Rolling my eyes I pulled on my gloves and walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my key and wallet. Hurrying down the hall and stairs I waited for Dave to make his way back to the front door. Dave approached me with a smirk as he looked up and down my body with a hungry stare.

"You are not getting any so stop fucking gawking and lets get the hell out of here. Also, have you ever heard of fucking knocking or you just let yourself into anyone's house with out their fucking permission?" I questioned with a steeled voice only causing Dave to smirk wider. He stopped in front of me and produced a small blooming black rose from behind his back. As I reached for it, Dave leaned forward and captured my lips in a somewhat kiss. Growling with danger, Dave quickly pulled away and smiled.

"You are as feisty as ever, Ryou. That is why I love you so." Dave said as he tried to get another kiss out of me. Side stepping to the left I moved out of reach from those dirty lips. Dave glared at me only causing my gaze to harden.

"I fucking told you that you aren't gettin' shit. So why don't you back the hell off." I growled out as I blacked the rose of the dresser in the office and returned to Dave's side, who only sighed in annoyance before opening the door for me and allowing me out of my own home. As he left I locked the door before joining him in the Pro Street Corvette. As he started the car, Dave raced out of the driveway and down the street before turning on the main road.

"Aight' Ryou, spill. There is something wrong and I can tell. You're normally ain't this moody." Dave said as we ran a red light not really caring if we got caught or not. It really wouldn't matter to me since I did it all the time.

"Tojikomeru." I hissed out in anger for him prying his fucking nose where it didn't belong. The damn guy was just to fucking nosey for his own Ra damn good. I looked out the window growing bored of this meaningless date already. Dave sighed before he actually stopped at a red light. Must be from the sheriff that's right behind us... Normally, we wouldn't care but unfortunately Dave is on probation. Looking out the window, I waved to the sheriff as he drove by us but when the butt of his car past I gave him the finger. Smirking, I turned back to see Dave with a cheeky grin plastered on face.

"Mondaji!" Dave said before laughing out loud as I threw a death glare at him. The name did fit me but he need not say it to my face. I already knew that there was something wrong with me and now that he said that prove that trying to hide in my defense isn't working to well. That means I'll have to become even colder; less caring than I already am. I don't know if I can do that, though. Oh how I would just love to wipe that fucking cheery grin off is fucking face; chin chin atama.

"Shows what you know Dave." I hissed out as the red light turned green and the corvette roared to life once more and took off down the quickly crowding street. Dave sighed before pulling the care off to the side of the road and turned it off although leaving the keys in the incitation. Staring me with lonely and longing eyes, Dave reached a hand over and pushed a bang behind my ear. Snarling, I removed my sunglasses (Sing: ... that appeared out of no where…..) causing Dave to flinch away slightly. My chocolate brown eyes were narrowed into thin slits, danger lurking in both of them.

"Why do you hide yourself, Ryou? You are so beautiful that you should be showing it off and not hiding it. Why? Why do you continue to blame yourself for something that happened what five, six years ago? It wasn't your fault and you need to realize that and start living again. Ryou will please just try and have fun or at least make it look like you are, for me?" Dave said with sadness and hurt deep within his husky voice. I looked away at the tall building that we were parked in front of before looking back at me 'date'. Slapping away his hand I turned and faced out the front window, not evening caring if that I had been the one that cause the pain in those dulling eyes.

"Fine….. Can we start over? O-genki desu ka?" asked Dave as he started the engine and waited for a few cars to pass by him before putting the stick shift into drive once more and taking off down the street to whatever the destination was. I smirked as Dave tried to start the conversation over again at the very beginning. What a total fucking idiot.

"Fine…." I whispered causing myself to flinch at how I decide to voice myself. Luckily Dave didn't pick up the insincerity in my voice and continued to ramble on about nothing really particular. I can't stand this fucker! Doesn't he ever give his fucking mouth a Ra damned rest? He's been what; talking for at least an hour now. I so fucking hate his voice. Yet, something in the back of his mind cherished what Dave had to say and his opinions on certain subjects. Shaking my head, I cleared my though as we reached, to my guessing, our destination. Dave carefully pulled the Stingray into the small parking lot before exciting the car and quickly walking around to my side. As he opened the door, I roughly shoved his aside and stepped out of the care before slamming the door shout, causing Dave to flinch as the old thing began to shake slightly from the force.

"Where the hell are we?" I questioned looking up at the old somewhat flashy dinner. Dave smiled before whispering something in my ear causing a slight blush to creep to my cheeks. Growling in disgust and hatred I nodded as I allowed Dave to wrap an arm around my waist only to escort me within the hold of that Ra forsaking building. A waitress took are names down on a list and about thirty minuets later, escorted us to out booth.

"¿Cómo es usted? Mi nombre es Placentia y seré su camarera hoy. ¿Puedo comenzarle hacia fuera con algo bebida?" a women with long, thin, and straight hair asked us in some type of foreign language. Judging by the music and the way she was dressed I would have to say this was a Spanish restaurant. This will be a piece of cake since I took the fucking language four years in a fucking roll. Dave ordered two ice cold cokes, smiling at the waitress as she disappeared behind two large kitchen doors.

"So where on earth have you taken me Dave? I know it's a Spanish restaurant but what the hell is the name? If the fucking place has good food to eat I might come back for lunch sometime." I said causing Dave to laugh before telling me the name of the place. I nodded my head before looking around at the other customers. Most of them were Japanese and Spanish but very few were what seemed to be American, including Dave himself.

"So Ryou, after dinner I was thinking that maybe you'd like to catch a movie or something. I really don't know what you like to do on 'dates' but I am willing to give a try to what your suggestion might be." Dave sighed as he nervously looked away, hiding a creeping blush that unwilling spread to his cheeks. Before I could say anything the waiter returned with our drinks.

"Aquí usted va los compañeros, dos que el frío del hielo coquiza. ¿Es usted listo ordenar o usted necesita algunos más minuets?" she questioned, her Spanish accent flowing from her mouth without broken syllables. Dave asked for a few more minuets before she nodded and turned away to attend to another customer. I stared at Dave in wonder. How did he come to learn Spanish so well? I took the course, yes, but even as an A student it took a while to learn to Speak it properly.

"Question Dave; how the hell did you become so good at speaking Spanish?" I questioned, curiosity sinking in. Dave shrugged his shoulders and though for a moment.

"Guess it was because I'm partly Spanish and grew up around my Grandmother, who spoke Spanish as if it where her first language. She would always sit with me for hours teaching my how to read, speak, and write in Spanish." Dave said as I nodded before looking at the menu and when the waiter came back, I ordered a cheese enchilada. Dave stared at me for some time before asking something that caught me by surprise.

"Ryou I was wondering…. Well….. I really want to know why you are so cold all the time. I mean I know about Bakura and Mailk but that was six years ago. Are you ever going to let them go?" questioned Dave as he looked somewhat disgruntled about the whole thing. "The dumb fucker has some nerve bringing this subject up again. I hate him! How dare he do this to me; in public as well?' I hissed in my mind as I glared an extremely hateful glare at him causing a flinch of fear.

"Arienaihodo! Tojikomeru! We discussed this already!" I sneered distastefully at him as I fixed my glare onto some fucker who decided to be a Mr. Big Britches and butt into our business. I could never stand people like that. Dave looked at me before sighing and took a small sip of his Cola before setting the glass off to the far side of the table. He fixed one of his glares at me before speaking in the small tone I used with him.

"Don't you dare think I'm not stupid! I saw the puddle of blood in the kitchen with the stained knife sitting just under your stove. You fucking cut yourself or tried to commit suicide." Dave hissed before his eyes darkened in shade as his anger and hate raised a level. I opened my mouth to say something but he quickly beat me to it. "Don't you fucking give me this 'I don't know what you're talking about' bullshit either!" A few customers looked over at us before shrugging slightly and returning to their dinner. Some of them still continued to watch but a glare from me sent them back to their dinners. "How dare you fucking try and pull some shit like that on me. You got some fucking nerve telling me about how to live my life but look at you now. I wonder…. What would Bakura say if he saw you like this?" Dave continued but the last statement pushed me over the edge as I reached over the table and grabbed Dave by his throat. Rage shook my body as I tried to control my impulse to just knock the fucker out right then and there.

"How dare you use Bakura's name in vain. I should fucking take one of these knives right here and trust it into your gut and twist it just to see what you might do! Then I should take you home and torture the hell out of you in front of your precise little angel!" I growled out, my grip around his neck tightened even more causing him to try and hit my hand away. Raising my fist up above my head, I was about to hit Dave square in the face until I saw 'them' by the front door waiting to be seated all the while looking at us. Dropping my victim to the cold flooring below us, I once again sat down and ignored the stares and whispers going on in the background. Dave went into a coughing fit before he finally regained his breathing and took his seat. As he was about to tell me off, 'they' decided to walk over to us and ask if everything was alright.

"What the fuck do you want, pharaoh?" I grunted out causing not only Yugi to flinch but Yami as well as I added extra hate to his title. Dave glared over at me before apologizing to the duo before offering them a seat.

"Sorry again for Ryou's behavior. Anyway, my name's Dave; Dave Anderson. It's a pleasure to meet with the two of you." Dave said as he stuck out his hand and Yami and Yugi gracefully shook hands with the man across the table from me. I let out a small mumble about something before glaring at the duo that sat down at the dinner table with us.

"My name's Yugi and this is Yami. You don't have to apologize for Ryou's behavior, I am quit use to it by now." Yugi said in his cheerful voice. Sighing, I looked at Dave with somewhat pleading eyes. I wanted to get as far away from the pharaoh and his little slut as possible. Dave ignored me while he asked a questioned I did not get for I wasn't paying attention.

"I was wondering who might you be when we walked in the door. To tell you the truth I had my doubts since it looked as if Ryou wanted to so badly kill you. I thought you were some guy after his body or something like that. Please forgive me, Ryou hasn't been the dating type since….. um…. Anyway, please forgive my in convince." Yami stated in polite tone. Dave just nodded before looking over to me and then back at 'them'.

"You never answered my questioned pharaoh, what the hell do you and the little slut want?" I questioned in anger as I tried to keep a check on my rage and how it was affecting my body. Yugi looked somewhat surprised before his eyes filled with hurt from my comment while Yami looked over at me with anger.

"Ryou!" Dave and Yami said in union as Yugi stood from the table and walked away from us. Yami quickly fallowed his light before they both disappeared outside the entrance doors. Dave quickly glared at me before standing and leaving as well. I sighed and stood before walking to the counter and paying my bill as well as leaving a very, very small tip for the black haired bimbo. When I reached outside I noticed that both Yugi and Yami were gone and so was Dave's car.

"I'm not surprised at all by this sudden change in events. I knew that my attitude would drive him away eventually but I never expected it to be this soon. Wow... I guess I am a bad person after all. I can't even try and love someone without hurting them in the process. I should have listened to my instincts and never gone on this date again. I knew I would end up getting either stood up again or hurt.'

Releases life in me

In our mutual shame we hide our eyes

To blind them from the truth that finds a way for who we are

Sighing to myself, I began the ten mile walk back to my house, my thoughts weighed heavily on the events that had taken place just a few minuets ago. I shake my head in shame and continue to walk down the somewhat busy road. I felt a stab of guilt at my heat for my actions and what I had said during the evening. I can't remember the last time I had ever felt this way. Six years is a long time to ice yourself over so nothing can hurt you anymore. I wondered what Dave thought of my now. Was I still the same person he wanted to date with? No, most likely I will be dumped again…. Well, since I went out with Mailk and that wasn't really a dumping more like an unwanted reality.

A fell something slide down my face and over my pale cheeks to the end of my chin and fell to the ground. Reaching my hand up to my face, I wipe the area and studied the wetness on my exposed fingers. I stop suddenly before looking up at the night sky that had clouded over with storm clouds. A light down pour began causing me to groan before proceeding to my destination tat was still somewhere between ten and nine miles away. Just my luck to end up it having to rain it's ass off before I can get home.

About half an hour passed as the distance began to close in on my target but it was still very far away. I looked up at the darkened streets as I thought I heard the sound of feet following me. Cautiously, I walked at a somewhat slower pace down the darkened streets; my right hand placed over my hidden hunting knife. I could here the sounds of the feet continuing to follow my every move; my every step. As I reach a street light I could see a shadow that did not belong to me causing me to whorl around to face a man that stood about six inches taller than me.

"What the fuck do you want?" I sneered out at the stranger only to have him chuckle darkly at my comment. I growled and reached into my coat to grab my knife but the man grabbed my wrist and forced it high above my head. I felt rage build inside of me as I tried to pull away but having very little luck.

"Let the fuck go of me you bastard!" I screeched as I shook my arm and tried to twist it away from him but he just held on tighter before grabbing my bare exposed neck. I gasped as my oxygen was cut unexpectedly short. He lifted my rage shaking frame off the ground and carried me into a darkened ally. I continued to struggle as the world around me began to blur and mix together as if I were in a giant blender.

"Let…… go……." I wheezed out but to no avail as the man only tightened his grip around my neck more. I coughed and gasped for the air but it wouldn't come and the man's hand constricted my throat even more. Finally, he dropped me to the ground near a disgusting dumpster. I lay there gasping and clutching my throat lightly as all the oxygen came back into my lungs. Even though I feeling light headed I tried to stand but was kick in the ribs by the man's leather boot clad foot. I groaned in protest but didn't give the sick fucker the pleasure of him knowing it hurt like hell.

"Ey Johnny! I brought da whore youz were lookin' for. 'Ow pay ma what cha owe soz dat I can leave!" the man said in a heavy street accent. Another man walked out from the shadows and glared down at me. He smirked as I flicked him off. The man hand waist length blond hair and a light shade of green for eyes that were narrowed in lust. He wore a tight fitting tank-top with a black leather vest were the sleeves had been torn off. His pants were a faded pair of blue jeans that were blacked over biker boots. He looked sexy but in my situation I shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Fine, fine; take your damn payment and get the hell out of here. I don't want to have to see your fucking ugly face around here for quit sometime. Understood, Tohoshi?" Johnny said as he threw a bundle of greens at him and then moved over to me. The man known as Tohoshi greedily took the offered money and ran off somewhere leaving me alone with this creep.

"Well, well, well; what is a pretty thing like you doing out at this time of hour and on my territory for that matter? Did you want to play Johnny?" The questioned as his eyes gleamed with unwanted attention and lust pointed towards me. I huffed and stood shakily to my feet before fixing myself and looked over to this freak with a death glare.

"Henjin, Tojikomeru!" I hissed out causing the man to chuckle darkly before he stood in front of me. He was about four inches taller than me which made me feel a whole hell of a lot better than with that other guy. He reached up with one hand and moved a piece of hair away from my face then he traced my cheek with it. A stinging sensation ran through me as Johnny smacked my cheek before he rubbed at it gently.

"You're so feisty I love it. It makes me want to pound into that ass of yours even more." He said in a hushed voice causing a shiver to run up my spine. I smacked away his hand and got into a defense position, ready to knock the fucker out if need be. He laughed full heartily causing me to loose guard for a moment which was a bad mistake. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back with me hands above my head being pinned down with own hand and him straddling my waist. I sneered as I tried to break free from the grip.

"Tisk, tisk, little one. That was a very bad mistake." Johnny said as he reached for something in his back pocket. He pulled out a rope that hand been there and began to tie my hands together as well as gagging my. Still, it did not stop me from glaring at him full of hate. He smiled wickedly before he brushed away some more of my hair that had come loose of its pony-tail. I growled through the gag and he smirked.

"What is it baby? Do you want to say something? If I remove your gag will you promise to behave yourself?" he asked only causing me to growl out once more in hatred. He sat up some and began to remove the gag. Once it was gone and completely off I began a long rant of cursing.

"BakaYaroo! Wait till I get my fucking hands on you, you stupid asshole! I beat the living shit out of you so bad that you fucking mother will feel it, you ass! Get the fuck of me you sick twisted bastard! I fucking kill you! I fucking kill you! Ra damn it! Get the fuck off bastard!" I howled as I began thrashing about trying to shake Johnny off of me. I hard slap connected with the side of my face causing me head to fling to the side from the force. I glared daggers at him as I twitched my face some, trying ease the stinging pain.

"Mother fucker! What the hell did you do that for?" I hissed but only received another slap to the same cheek causing me to wince slightly. "You asshole!" I shouted but got another slap but this time to my other cheek. I hissed in pain before I glared at him. "Fucker!" I screamed but another slap was given. "Ra damn it! Stop that!" I growled out as Johnny raised his hand for another blow I kneed him in the spine causing him to grunt in pain. I took the chance and flipped us over then stood up and began to run into the ally way further. I could here the sick freak following me. I kept running until I hit a dead end and before I could react, Johnny tackled me to the pavement causing me the bust open my elbow.

I groaned in pain as I looked up into his eyes. He smiled wickedly at me before he climbed off me and walked over to the piles of trash. He began to search through it which allowed me to take in my new surroundings. Nothing special about it really, just your average alley way. I sat up with my hands in my lap and began to untie them. Before I could finish, Johnny grabbed my hands and hoisted my up and half dragged half carried me over to a fire escaped. Lifting my arms some, he untied my hands and quickly pulled my shirt off before I could react and then chained my to the fire escape.

"There, baby, now we won't have you that again now will we? I won't stand for it." Johnny said as he traced a hand over my bare chest and lightly pinch a nibble causing me to moan quietly under ministrations. Johnny grabbed my chin forcefully and leaned in with a bruising kiss. I struggled once more and once again I could do nothing as Johnny forced his tongue passed my clenched teeth. Gagging on the taste of Marblos that were on his breath I bit down hard on his tongue causing him to growl out in pain and shove me away. He punched me in the stomach causing me to double over in pain. I gasped for breath as he wiped away a small trail of blood.

"Why did you bite me fucker? I going to make you pay for that!" he sneered as he reached into his boot and pulled out a pocket knife. Flipping it open, Johnny placed the edge of it at the top of my chest before he dragged it downward and hard. I hissed in the pain it brought to me. I looked down in time to see Johnny lap up some of the blood that was seeping through the large cut. The warm tongue caused the pain to heighten in intensity.

"Stop! Stop it you mother fucker!" I hissed out as Johnny began to suck hard on one of my nibbles and pinched the other one quiet hard. I thrashed about trying to get Johnny to loosen his grip on me but he bit down on my nibble causing me to gasp in pain. Tears began to form in my eyes as I realized that no matter what I could not escape what was about to happen to me. I was going to be used and then thrown away to die in the ally way of some buildings. Not exactly the way he wanted to die or they way he wanted his body to be used. I finally realized that I was going to be raped not matter how hard I sobbed, begged, or pleaded to be let go. So, I did the only think I could think of……. I gave up. My struggling and ceased to go on and I no longer cared what he did to me. There was no way he was going to let me go so this is the only thing I can think of to do. I hung my head in defeat as I felt my belt being unbuckled and pulled off my slim waist only to drop to the floor below me. As I felt my pants being unbuttoned and pulled down along with my boxers I could only think about the pain I had cause Mailk and Bakura and wondering how Mailk felt as this was happening to him. I wondered what would have happened if I never said the things I said to Yami and Yugi that caused Yugi run out of the restaurant only to be chased by Yami. I wonder what Dave is doing right now.

"Baby, you stop struggling. Why? Did you finally realize that you are a whore and need to be put in your place and taught a lesson?" Johnny asked as he began to undo his own pants before he pulled the off and flung them to the side. I made the mistake of looking down and flinched when I took a guess at how big he was. Dear Ra! He's going to stick that in me? Oh fucking hell I won't be able to sit right for a fucking month or so. I was snapped out of my trace as Johnny grabbed one of my legs and lifted it up to his waist level. I frowned and tried to pull away but I remembered what I was supposed to be doing right now and that was nothing. I did want to make it hurt even more than it was going to so I stop trying and hung very still. Johnny smirked as he spread my legs wider and positioned at my entrance.

Please don't be afraid

When the darkness fades away

The dawn will break the silence screaming at our hearts

"Stop…. Please don't. It's too big….. It won't fit." I pleaded in my last attempt to get him to stop. Johnny chuckled darkly before he reached up with his free hand and brushed away some of my bangs out of my eyes that were glistening with tears I refused to let fall for fear of appearing weak.

"Sure it will, all I have to do is shove really hard. Watch I'll show you." Johnny said and that being the only warning as he began to force his way into my ass. I clenched my jaw as I tried not to cry out in the pain that I was feeling but I was no use. I could feel my body trying to push the foreign object out but Johnny shoved in all the way to the hilt causing me to cry out in pure agony. I could automatically tell that my rectum had been torn from the force of the push. My body was shaking with rage and pain but the pain over ruled what little anger I held within me. Without warning, Johnny pulled out almost all the way before shoving his way back in tearing even more of me. I scream out as Johnny did this again faster.

"Stop! Please stop! It hurts! Please! Take it out!" I cried as Johnny sped up his thrusting. My pleas went to unheard ears and were washed away with the gentle breeze that began to blow slightly, carrying away my words into the nigh sky. My pleas only fueled the man's pleasure causing him to thrust harder into me as I screamed out my pain. I knew people could hear me even though it was late at night but the chose to ignore what was happening. I couldn't take it anymore and was praying that I would pass out soon as I felt myself being torn. It hurt so much oh Ra how it hurt. Johnny moaned in pleasure above me as his thrust grew more frantic and desperate by each passing second. I was relieved when I heard Johnny call out as he released within me. I hissed when he pulled out of me with a wet sickening pop. He smiled at me before brushing my hair out of my face that had come lose from its pony tail during the whole ordeal. My face was constricted in pain and I sweating even though it was cool out.

"Your sure are a good fuck yo know that. I would love to this again real soon." Johnny said as he unchained me and I fell to floor below me. My world began to darken from the corners of my mind, slowly overtaking my world. Before everything went completely dark Johnny whispered in my ear.

"Omae wa ore no mono da." Johnny said as he walked away from me chuckling darkly. I curled up into the fetal position just as my world went completely dark. The pain and humiliation disappeared into nothing as the void swallowed me whole and all this time I had been welcoming it but now I fear it.

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SingMyLullabySweet666: It's about damn time I finished this fucking chapter. 11 pages and 7, 043 words in the actual story. Not counting the author note and both beginning and end of this chapter.

Homunculus: Well, that's your problem for making it so long.

SingMyLullabySweet666: It's not my fault I got into the story so much.

Eike: Yes it is.

SingMyLullabySweet666: Okay so maybe it is but it isn't my fault.

Homunculus: The who' is it?

SingMyLullabySweet666: My other side likes to see people in pain so she sometimes took over and put things in. She was the one who suggested the rape scene.

Eike: ……

SingMyLullabySweet666: Anyways, review please and thanks for sticking with me if you have gotten this far. Ja ne!

P.S. I will continue the song in the next chapter!