AbhorsenSabriel87: Welcome to chapter six everyone. I'm actually surprised that someone would actually read this story this far.
Hiei: You must've gotten them hooked.
Sabriel: Whatever. Anyway, sorry for all of the boring chapters, but I needed them to lead up to this one.
Hiei: And what's in this chapter, may I ask?
Sabriel: You may, I just won't tell you.
Hiei: Just get on with it.
Sabriel: Disclaimer first...
Hiei: AbhorsenSabriel87 does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Yu Yu Hakusho.
Sabriel: I own only the plot and my sick and twisted self. /puts in Evanescence soundtrack and listens to the music/ I also do not own Evanescence.
Hiei: You wish you did though.
Sabriel: What true fan doesn't?
Hiei: Moving on...
Sabriel: On with the fic.

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The next day, Seto had been patched up and had slept for the few hours that he could, oddly enough without any nightmares. But guilt still plagued him and caused him to ignore the world around him and throw him into his work. At around two in the afternoon, he left his office and went home early, hoping to talk to Jou again, but at the same time wishing the blonde was asleep. He didn't know exactly why, but for some reason Jou made him feel more than he ever remembered; fear, guilt, shame... But he also seemed a perfect way to lose his worse feelings, the most reliable person to talk to. Why could he talk to him? What made Jou so damn special?

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he walked through the front door, the house quiet as usual. None of the servants but Angel worked between noon and four in the afternoon, so he knew that, unless Jou had awaken while he'd been at work, he'd be undisturbed. Right now, he didn't even want to keep working, so he simply set his briefcase down in the library, plucked a random book off the nearest shelf and glanced at the cover. It was an old book, its hardback cover bumped and scratched. He saw no title on the front or spine, so he simply opened the book. Inside were four words written as if by a calligraphist: The Prophecy of Hieryn. Puzzled, as he had never seen this book before, or even heard of its author for that matter, he sat down in the navy blue armchair and started reading the intriguing novel. After ten pages, he was entranced.

A clock chiming loudly in the entrance hall marked the time as three o'clock. Startled out of the fantasy world he had entered apparently just moments before, Seto placed the book gently on the coffee table in front of him and left the library calmly and quietly. At least, that was his plan.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he nearly ran into Angel, who gave a sharp yelp of surprise as she tried to rebalance her tray. Managing to succeed with Seto's instantaneous help, the pale blonde teen blushed a deep enough red to make a cherry look pale and started stuttering her apologies. Seto waved them off casually. "It's not a big deal Angelina," he said calmly. "We didn't see each other and it was an honest mistake." He noticed that the tray she was holding balanced a glass of water and a turkey sandwich. He cocked his eyebrow at the young lady in front of him, smiling slightly. "A little late in the day for a lunch break, isn't it?"

"It's not for me, sir," Angel muttered quietly. "I... I noticed you haven't been eating all that much, so I decided to make you a sandwich when I heard the door open. Please forgive me for my assumption." she added quickly, bowing her head almost twice as fast. Seto shook his head. "How about this," he stated. "I'll eat the sandwich if you swear on your life never to startle me like that again." Shock passed through the young teen's innocent eyes as she stared at her employer and nodded slowly as he took the tray from her and headed upstairs.

'I may as well eat something,' he thought. 'It'll be tough staying alive without eating at this rate, especially with my metabolism.' He peeked in on Jou, as Angel had apparently left the door open slightly. Jou's sleeping form didn't move an inch or sway from the calm and rhythmic pattern nature had set for him. Somewhat relieved and disappointed, Seto walked quietly down the hall and up another flight of stairs to his own room. Closing the door soundlessly, he placed the tray on the desk, sat in his chair and ate the sandwich, not really tasting it as his mind wandered. Noting, once he was done, that the bread was unnaturally dry, he proceeded to drink the clear contents of his glass quickly. Feeling slightly better, he stood to move the tray out of his way when he heard the door open behind him. Turning only slightly, he saw that is was Angel yet again, wearing faded baby blue jeans and a shoulder cut 3/4 shirt of the same color. Unlike usual, her hair hung straight down and her face wore no makeup.

"I'm going home now, sir," she said quietly. "I'll be back at eight like yesterday, if that's all right." When the brunette nodded casually, she motioned to the tray and dishes gracefully with her right hand. "Do you want me to take those down before I leave sir" Seto shook his head. "No need Angelina," he replied. "I'll take them down in a..." His sentence died off as the world suddenly seemed to tilt under him and his head filled with molasses. He raised one hand to his head and stumbled over to his four-poster, just barely making it as his head began throbbing dully and his legs gave out. 'What... the Hell?' he thought. 'What's... going on here? Why am I so tired?' He felt hands on his shoulders and tried to look up at the person. His eyes couldn't focus, but he knew that angelically blonde hair anywhere. "Go home, Angel," he muttered. "I'll be fine after I rest."

"Sorry Seto," came her voice as she shoved him onto his back, pinning his thin shoulders to the bed, "but I'm not going home quite yet, and I'm afraid your nap will have to wait until later." Her voice, always so quiet and shaky, now hissed darkly and coldly in his ear. Seto grabbed onto her arms to lift them from his shoulders, but found that all of his strength had been drained. "Angelina" he whispered"what are you doing? Get off me this instant." Instead of complying, she simply laughed and straddled his stomach, further preventing him from moving and purred, "I hardly think you're in any position to be giving orders right now Seto." Waves of sleep threatening him and draining his energy, Seto's arms fell back onto the bed and Angel's moved to pin them, succeeding easily. "As for what I'm doing," she continued, a malicious smirk on her usually calm features. "Well, you're about to find out, now aren't you"

Fear ran through his system and helped him stay awake, but did not return any of his former strength, but still he struggled against her, no matter how weakly or futilely. That malicious grin still on her lips, the angelic demon astride him bent down and kissed his neck gently, sending shivers through his body. Her hands left their place on his forearms and slid under his black turtleneck, stroking his abs and chest as she peeled it off of him. "Mmm, very nice," she stated. "I think the only reason you don't have a girl already is your little attitude problem."

"Angel, stop," he whispered, knowing there wasn't anything he could do if she answered otherwise. A flash of silver entered his line of view, however blurred, and lowered until he felt sharp and cold steel touching his bare chest. "I'll stop when I'm finished with you," the demon replied coldly, chilling Seto as much as the blade. "How much I have to use this depends on how much you cooperate with me." Sharp pain pierced into the center of his chest, cold steel slicing the skin and cutting deeply, enough to cause blood to flow openly and quickly over his chest. Agony streaked his thoughts, but for some reason Seto could not scream or call out in any way. Only a sharp intake of breath was allowed into his sluggish body.

"You bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "You drugged me."

"Ya think genius?" she replied. "I'm actually surprised you didn't see through my rouse sooner. You're supposed to be the most intelligent guy in Japan, and yet you fell for a poor girl's innocent act. Oh, and I'm not fourteen; I'm ninteen." Her left hand flipped the switchblade to her right as she moved slowly down his legs, fingers unhooking the belt at his narrow hips. She pulled lightly on the pants, just enough so the button undid itself easily and pulled them down slightly, revealing navy blue boxers and deliberately brushing her too long fingers across his member, sending a shiver of fearful pleasure through his body.

'No!' his mind screamed, but his body unable to respond. 'Not again! This can't happen again!'

"'Again'?" Angel muttered quietly, revealing that he had said his thoughts aloud. "Well, it seems my employer has had some trouble before. But don't worry your pretty brown head over it." She sat on his hips, her own pressing down on them quite forcefully and lifted his mouth to hers, kissing him more in power than in passion. When she pulled them apart, she stared straight into his eyes, hers holding only the darkest depths of evil. "I'll make sure you enjoy at least some of this." She rocked her hips forward and back slowly, rubbing directly against his member again, sending more of the fearful pleasure racing through his veins.

'Oh God,' he thought helplessly, twin tears running down his narrow cheeks, 'if you can hear me... if anyone can hear me... Oh please help me!' Malicious laughter echoed in his mind and ears as burning pain slashed through his left arm, his own mind screaming in agony of the body and soul.

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Jou woke up to hear a small crash and voices on the floor above him. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he felt like he needed to check it out. He glanced over at the analog clock on the far wall and saw that it was about ten after three in the afternoon. Sighing, Jou slipped out of the bed and saw that his clothes from his first night at the mansion were lying on the chair next to the nightstand. A folded piece of white paper lay on top of them. Curious, he picked up the paper and unfolded it. Written on the document in very neat and precise handwriting was a note.

Jou, it read, these are your clothes from before. I had them patched up and cleaned for whenever you decide to leave. I hope you work everything out. Seto Kaiba. Jou smirked and looked at the clothes again. 'Seems almost like he wants me to leave as soon as I can,' he thought. 'Ah well, I can't blame the guy. I've been a thorn in his side since I got-' Uncanny laughter came from above him, startling him out of his thoughts to glance up at the ceiling. He furrowed his brow in confusion. That wasn't Seto's voice; it was a girl's. But the only girl ever here at this time was Angel...

A flash of insight passed through his mind, shocking him. He hurriedly put on his white T-shirt and dark blue uniform over it, then ran out of the room as fast as he could. If his guess was right, Seto was in a world of not only trouble, but probably pain as well.

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Jou's guess was fact as Seto felt yet another slash of pain across his chest. She was torturing him, causing him pain and the fear of what he knew would come as soon as she got bored with causing him physical harm. All his hope had diminished, but even still he tried struggling against her, knowing it'd be useless. He reached his right hand up and, using what little strength he had left, shoved Angel onto the floor. Surprised, she cried out when she fell and hit the hardwood floor with a loud thump. Seto used the momentum of his struggle to roll onto his left side and weakly push himself up. Seeing that Angel was only twitching and groaning in pain at the moment, he shoved himself drunkenly to his feet and stumbled to the slightly ajar door.

He pushed the door open weakly, slumped against the wall, and inched his way out of the room. Angel wouldn't be stunned for long, and even that he'd stunned her in the first place was a miracle. He needed to get help, get to a phone or something. Above him the lights flickered and went out entirely. Cursing his foul luck, he staggered out into the hall. He saw a hazy figure ahead of him, but his eyes were so blurry, all he saw was a shape with golden blonde-brown hair. "Jou," he whispered. "Help me. Please." His strength faded into nothingness as he collapsed, the poison finally taking full effect and throwing him into deep sleep.

Jou had seen Seto stagger into the hallway, looking and walking like he was drunk, shirt off and pants slightly down. When the brunette turned towards him, he saw that various slashes and bruises covered his arms and chest. "Seto?" he called quietly. The other teen didn't seem to see or hear him correctly and whispered something before he collapsed onto the floor. "Seto!" Jou called, running over to his fallen companion and rolling him onto his back. The wounds he had acquired were deep and bleeding freely, but Seto lay there on the floor, passed out completely. "What the Hell did she do to you" Jou asked quietly, looking over Seto's wounds and trying to wake him up.

"You won't be able to wake him," came a cold, yet oddly familiar voice. Jou turned to see Angel behind him in street clothes. Her baby blue pants had blood on the thighs and her low-cut shirt had bloody handprints on the sleeves and left side of her waist. A malicious smirk ran across her face, and her perfectly angelic features seemed now the guise of the Devil. "I gave him a very useful and potent sleeping poison," she continued. "I doubt you'll be able to wake him up for quite a while."

"Why?" Jou demanded. "Why are you doing this to him?" Her smirk dropped into a deep look of hatred almost instantly and her jade eyes shone with fury and detestation. "Why would anyone want to harm or kill Seto Kaiba?" she sneered. "Let me count the ways."

"You despicable bitch! Like you, he's a guy who's out to survive."

"But unlike me, he's a heartless son of a bitch who doesn't give a damn about anyone who isn't of use to him."

"And the difference is that he's an SOB and you're just a plain, overzealous bitch." Outraged at his comment, the younger blonde dashed at Jou, switchblade knife in hand. Jou narrowly dodged her first strike by leaning to his left, but the blade still cut his right cheek open. Cursing under his breath, Jou leapt to his feet as Angel recovered from her miss and attacked him again. Normally, Jou would never strike a girl, but as this was a special circumstance, he grabbed her arm as he moved away from the knife again and flipped her onto the solid ground, knocking the wind out of her and the switchblade from her hand. The silver object skittered across the floor and to the opposite end of the hall. Angel tried to escape from Jou's hold to retrieve the knife, but only managed to twist out of Jou's grasp before he knocked her unconscious, shoving his thumb into the delicate base of the skull at the nape of her neck. Instantly, she slumped to the floor without so much as a sigh and Jou stood again, glaring at her unconscious form.

"Didn't think I was awake all those times you talked to yourself didja bitch?" he spat quietly at her. Muttering vulgar curses under his breath, his anger turned almost completely to worry as he examined Seto's wounds again. "Come on Sets," he muttered under his breath, hoisting the other teen into the "wounded soldier" position. "Let's get you patched and woken up."

His sense instantly became alert as he heard the front door open and shut. "I'm home Nii-san," came a voice from downstairs, instantly recognizable as Mokuba's.

"Mokuba!" Jou called out. "Get up here to the third floor!" Footsteps padded up the stairs as Jou slowly walked over to the stairwell. "Jou, is that you?" Mokuba asked as he ran, slowly narrowing the distance between himself and the third floor. "You shouldn't be out of -" As he rounded the corner, he uttered a sharp gasp that cut him off mid-sentence. "Seto!" he cried out, rushing up to his incapacitated sibling in worry.

"Mokuba," Jou said calmly, "I need you to phone the hospital and the police station, now. I can help your brother right now, but only with his cuts, so hurry up." Mokuba nodded, looking torn and started back down the stairs when another crash resounded in the powerless mansion, like shattering glass. Then, eight others like it echoed in the vast halls. "What's going on?" Mokuba cried out as Jou stepped onto the staircase. That's when he smelled it: gasoline and burning wood. The house was on fire with all of them still inside.

Fear ran through Jou's veins as he saw the smoke quickly wind its way into the entrance hall, black and foreboding like an evil spirit coming to claim their lives. Soon, he knew, the fire itself would cut off their exits and they all would burn to death. 'My God,' Jou thought, shock numbing his body momentarily.

'We're all going to die.'

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Sabriel: "I was stained, with a role..."/now listening to Vanessa Carlton/ Evanescence mixed CD/ Well, there you go readers: a nice and evil cliffy for you to wonder about until I decide to write chapter seven.
Hiei: Which is when?
Sabriel: Hm?.../leans back and sips a double chocolate mocha/ Whenever I damn well feel like it.
Hiei: Ugh.../shakes head/ So, what the Hells is with the fire?
Sabriel: Hm.../shrugs/ Plot twist, drama, ya know; mood changers.
Hiei: You do realize with how Kaiba's house is built that it will be a one in five hundred chance that they all will get out alive, right?
Sabriel: Who says that they're getting out alive? .../sips coffee/
Hiei: ...You're sadistic...
Sabriel: So are you. Now onto reviewer responses...

KillmeKissme - Um, thanks...It's really no big deal, I'm just doing my job... And I have volumes 1-7, so...yeah...

Kakarots-Frying-Pan - .../hugs back/ Thanks...
Hiei: You're really wordy today.../sarcastic/
Sabriel: Shut up Hiei; you suck.

CircleKV12 - You and everyone else who reviews...
Hiei: Be nice.
Sabriel: Meh...

DaughterofDeath - ...You need to get another catch phrase.

Kibethian - Yes, I like that last chapter (the one bfore this one mind you) a lot, too. It was kinda fun to write... Bwahaha, bashing Kaiba's ego...

Shadowy Fluffball - ...What do you think I just did?

kenshinfan21 - Well, here it is. Did you like it?

MagicalStarGirl - Thanks...compliments are always accepted...

kitsune-kun - ...What do you think this is?

Tech1 - ... I actually planned from the start to finish this, but thanks for the encouragement... And you really don't need, or want to threaten me, because if you do...
Hiei: Let's just say it won't be good for your health.
Sabriel: But thank you very much... I hope you become a... happy panda...

mooopower - Yes, everyone likes seeing Seto crack.
Hiei: It's very amusing.
Sabriel: What about when you -
Hiei: Not another word, Sabriel...
Sabriel: Ah, whatever...

Sabriel: So here it is, my "pride and joy" so to speak. But if any of you ever want to see another chapter, you better give me reviews on my other fics! This is not the only one that is fairly good!
Hiei: Says you.../is instantly knocked out by authoress via a giant rubber mallet/
Sabriel: I couldn't help it this time, and I've effed up the mood enough, so I hope you enjoyed my... /sees how many words are in chapter/... 3532 word chapter and really hope to see more reviews by Monday. Sayonara readers, and give me some good reviews please.