AbhorsenSabriel87: --blinks and looks around-- Oh, I'm back here again... Wow it's been a long time...
Hiei: ...
Sabriel: --looks over at Hiei-- How long has it been since I touched this fic?
Hiei: At least a few months...
Sabriel: ... What's the deal with you?
Hiei: --glares and walks off--
Sabriel: --fuming-- Great, there goes the only muse that can tolerate this fic... --thinks about it-- Hmm... I wonder... Yeah, that's probably it. --sighs-- for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, another angst story I have up on this site (non-yaoi this time; sorry) titled Strength of Heart involves a lot of problems for the Reikai Tentai, including near-death and life-changing experiences. Hiei's kinda pissed because he got the short end of the stick in that one, so to speak. --shrugs and sighs-- Well, since I have no muses anymore, I'll do the disclaimer myself:
Note to all idiots who dare to try and sue me with copyright infringement; I do not own any Yu Yu Hakusho or Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, or anything that's been copyrighted in the history of the world. I own only the sick and twisted plot, as well as any sick and twisted villains not part of the series already. Speaking of which, that's the first POV you'll find this chappie... Anyway, thank you, and now onto reviews and into the story.

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---"Damnit... Why the fuck did we use your idiot cousin anyway?" Mavrek look over at the brunette, scowling darkly. "She should have been able to have her fun and leave, but she fucked up!" Aaron continued angrily, grey eyes flashing. "You told us that she was perfect, but the bastard and his brother are still alive."

---"Watch where yeh step, lad," Mavrek murmured coldly, his own violet eyes icy and hard. "Ah ne'er said she was perfect. Ah only said she had 'er own reasons and would be more than 'appy to 'elp. Lay off already. It's not like any of them are goin' anywhere." The room was a simple apartment with only a couch, two metal chairs, and wooden table in the main room. Aaron was leaning against one of the white walls, an irritated and infuriated glare on his face, while Mavrek stood next to the only window and Julian stretched lazily across the couch with a bottle of scotch in his right hand. The bottle was already half-empty and three glasses sat in various places on the table. "You're a fucking pain in the ass," Aaron spat, getting more and more irritated every time he thought about Kaiba and Mokuba safe and sound in the hospital, which was about every second or so.

---"Hey, cool it Aaron," Julian said calmly, his pure blue eyes looking directly at his pissed-off ally. "We hit him pretty hard in the first place. He's not leaving the hospital, and when he does he'll have to find another place to go because we torched his mansion." The brunette simply grumbled something off and glared at the wall as if he wanted it to burst into flames too. "Your skank cousin isn't getting out of this without punishment," he growled darkly. "I hope you know that, little Scotsman."

---"Ah know," the lavender-haired man replied. "Ah dun really care 'bout 'er anyway. She's only mah cousin by 'er uncle's marriage to mah bitch mum. Ah'll kill 'er mahself if yeh want meh to."

---"Isn't that a little harsh?" Julian asked, looking over at Mavrek calmly. "Killing her would leave far too much evidence. Plus, she may have uses in the future. I say we just teach her that failure is not an option."

---"How?" Aaron spat darkly. "You suggesting we torture her or summat?"

---"Sort of. That is if you don't object, Mavrek." The lavender-haired young man "hmph"ed and glared out the window. "Ah already said Ah'd do it mahself," he replied icily. "But we better deci' what we're goin' ta do already; we 'ave an expected visitor."

---"Well then, a toast to the lady of the hour," Julian replied, grinning as he poured the rest of the bottle equally into the three glasses. The young men each picked up their own glasses and downed the scotch without problem. "Damn waste," Mavrek whispered, placing his glass back on the table carefully before walking over to the door as someone began to knock on it.

---"Mavrek!" a feminine voice sighed in relief as he opened the door. "Thank God you're here. I'm so sorry; I didn't know the blonde was still there!"

---"Dun worry 'bout it Angelina," he replied softly, stepping aside to let her inside. "How'd yeh git bah the security? They shoul' 'ave ben all over yeh."

---"I know my way around a hospital," Angel answered snidely, stepping inside and flipping her golden hair over her shoulder, looking over at her cousin with contempt. "I was able to bail you out a few times back home, wasn't I?" She stepped into the living room and slipped her backpack off her shoulder. When she glanced at the other boys, she started and dropped the bag to the floor in surprise. "Julian, Aaron, what are you two doing here?" she asked, trying to sound casual even though her eyes told them she knew she was in trouble. "Mavrek said he was alone here."

---"When you called, he was," Julian replied, calm as ever as he stood and made his way over to her. "But we decided to keep him company for a bit." The teenager nodded, still wary of the other boys as she stepped back. "I can come by another time," she said quickly, reaching down to pick up her bag. "I can see you guys are-" She turned around in time to see her cousin close the door and lock the deadbolt. He smirked darkly and walked over to her, silent and graceful. "Busy?" he asked, locking his icy eyes with her frightened baby blues. "Not at all. Ahs a matter o' fact, yer righ' on time."

---"Quit playing games," Angel laughed nervously, glancing from Mavrek to Aaron to Julian as she spoke. "What do you mean I'm 'right on time'?"

---"Nothing, just that we've been expecting you for a while," Julian replied softly. "I believe Aaron and Mavrek have a few words they wish to share with you." Angel paled considerably and looked over at Aaron, definitely nervous and frightened. As Julian backed off a bit to resume his seat on the couch, Mavrek also returned to his place by the window and closed the blinds. Now directly in the center of the room, Angelina cowered slightly, but tried her best to feign being casual as the heavily-muscled brunette made his way over to her in two steps. "Listen," she said quickly, as if trying to change his mind, "I seriously didn't know that little punk-ass kid was still there. I had been told that he would have been gone by then, I swear."

---"We know," Aaron replied coldly, making the eighteen year-old cringe slightly. "But you should have made sure to check." As she opened her mouth to respond, his grey eyes flashed darkly and he slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the floor. She looked back up at him in questioning fear, her bottom lip split open and bleeding badly. "You fucked up," Aaron snapped. "And now we're going to return the favor." As she tried to protest, he yanked her back to her feet by her hair, making her protests turning into a sharp yelp of pain. "Please, have mercy," she gasped, trying to remove her hair from his grasp. "Stop it Aaron, this hurts!"

---"But Ah though' yeh liked pain, li'ile cousin," Mavrek hissed darkly in her ear, appearing out of nowhere. "Yeh seemed ta enjoy what you did ta me qui' a bit. We're just returnin' the favor." Angel once more paled and tried to look at her cousin as he placed his switchblade into her line of vision. "Yeh seemed ta like knives as fah as Ah remember," he continued, speaking almost soothingly as he placed it to her throat.

---"N-no, Mavrek, please, I didn't mean it!" she pleaded, now struggling to get away from them both. "Shut up and pay attention you little shit," Aaron snarled, pulling up hard on his fistful of golden waves. Angel let out a sharp yelp and closed her eyes as tears of pain fell from them. "We don't care what your fucking excuse is; failure is not acceptable and therefore must be punished."

---"Why don' we show 'er what she was supposed ta do?" Mavrek murmured. "Then Ah can repay yeh, little cousin, for yer practice round on me." He traced the blade across her neck, leaving a thin red line across its path. Angel hissed in pain and froze, not wanting the blade to cut any further into her skin as Julian laughed. "Now that's an idea, Mavrek!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "And it's one I think all of us can enjoy."

---"W-wait! St-stop!" Angel cried as she tried to pull away from Aaron. "I'm sorry! I won't screw up again, just please!"

---"'Please'?" Aaron asked, looking over at Julian. "Now why would she say please... when she apparently doesn't want to?" A smirk ran over the dark-haired man's features. "Mixed messages," he muttered, locking his blue gaze with hers. "You shouldn't send mixed messages, little girl. People might take them the wrong way." Angel's eyes widened in fear as Aaron dropped her to the ground. She staggered for a moment, her hair falling wildly over her face. She shoved it back and, in panic, ran for the door, forgetting it was locked until the last second. When she turned around, Mavrek pinned her arms against the door and looked her up and down for a second before returning his malicious violet eyes to her frightened azure gaze. "Mavrek, come on, please don't do this," she muttered hopefully. "We've known each other since we were kids, are you really going to hurt me just because these guys say so?"

---"Absolutely," he answered darkly, jerking her arms above her head and holding them steadily against the door with one hand as his right cupped her face gently under her chin. "But mainly, it's payback for me, yeh little whore." Swiftly, he jerked his hand down and tore through her blouse, ripping the delicate fabric apart easily in one stroke and revealing the thin lace covering her small, round breasts. "Women aren' normally mah desire," he whispered, unlatching the belt buckle at her waist slowly. "Ah think yeh made sure of tha'. But just this once, Ah think Ah can be... flexible." As he started to slip the belt off her waist, Angel jerked one of her hands free and clocked him straight across the temple. He staggered in pain, and as his grip on her other hand loosened, she slapped him and ran through the kitchen to the bathroom, locking the door before anyone could get to her or him.

---"Damnit! Tha' little bitch!" Mavrek growled darkly blinking away the pain in his skull as Julian came over and helped him to his feet. Mavrek's hand still remained clenched around the belt that had pulled away from her waist and he glared scathingly at the door. "Ah will kill 'er, Julian, just give meh a chance, and Ah swear Ah'll do it."

---"Hush, Mavrek," Julian muttered in his ear, pulling the Scotsman closer to him gently. As his back touched Julian's well-toned chest, he instantly relaxed and moved as close as he could. Aaron smiled from across the room and motioned to the door. "How thick is this thing," he asked calmly. "It leads only to the bedroom, right?"

---"It's hollow," Mavrek muttered, turning his gaze up to Julian lovingly and smiling softly. "It'll break easily enough. Ah dun care; Ah'll replace it later." Julian returned the smile as Aaron nodded and stepped back from the door. "Are you ready for this, little Mavrek?" Julian asked looking over the other's features slowly. "Maybe you need to get ready, hmm? And Aaron can go first with our little skank." Mavrek only gasped in pleasure as his lover's hand slid down his stomach and under his jeans, and (taking this as his cue) Aaron grinned and busted through the door.

---"Oh, where are you, little Angel?" he called out, sliding open the door to bedroom. Inside, there was very little; a cot against the far wall and a wardrobe that was rather battered and small. Any partial hiding spot could be easily recognized by the giant of a man, and he grinned at not only the fear he knew was running in his prey's veins, but at the soft moans of ecstasy coming from the other room. Quiet as a large jungle cat, the beast of a man stalked through the room, looking in every hiding place before standing at the side of the bed. "Huh," he muttered, feigning ignorance. "Well, she couldn't have just disappeared... which leaves-" He reached his hand under the bed swift as lightning and grabbed something cylindrical. A sharp yelp of surprise came as well, a struggle to break the giant's grip coming from the owner of the slender wrist. Without any concern for the struggling girl, Aaron pulled her out from under the cot hard and slamming her against the wall. Her eyes stared blankly for a moment at the impact as the brunette's two other companions came back.

---"You ready?" Aaron asked Mavrek, although he didn't really need to. It was pretty well obvious that Julian had achieved what he had been attempting just a few moments ago. "Yah," the younger boy said, glaring vehemently at the dazed girl as she began to clear her head. "Dun worry abou' it. Ah've got this." With a shared grin from Julian, Aaron followed the darker haired man out into the living room as Mavrek pulled his cousin to her feet and shoved her onto the bed hard. "It's just us now," he breathed as the door closed, coming up next to her as she let out a low moan of pain from jarring into the wall. "But dun worry, lass; unlike you, Ah dun need any tools ta get wha' Ah want."

---Angel could barely see through the fog and red dots of pain crossing her vision. She couldn't move either; her entire body felt heavy, weighted down by the pain she was in from being thrown against the wall and hit so many times. Feeling a warm pressure next to her, she looked over, noticing her cousin sitting there like he used to when she was sick. "Mavrek?" she asked timidly. She realized almost instantly, though, that this was nothing like when they were kids when his hand pressed hard on her throat. The harsh pressure silenced her words and restrained her breathing. Her hands fluttered up the his and tried to peel the appendage from her windpipe.

---It didn't work. With his other hand, Mavrek quickly grasped onto the waistband of the jeans and pulled, snapping the button off and the zipper in two as he jerked them down her pale legs. As the article of clothing reached her knees, he stopped and glared up at her face, then looked down at her hands on his. She'd been piercing the skin on his hand with her nails for the past moment, not enough to bleed, but still enough to show her defiance. Growling darkly in displeasure, he pulled her upright by her neck and slammed her head against the headboard.

---Splitting pain ran though the teen's skull, dazing her enough to release his hand from her grip. When she finally got her coordination back, Mavrek was already on top of her, his hands painfully latched onto her thighs. She realized that while she was disoriented that he'd stripped her of her white underwear. She tried to reach for him, to pull him off, when her arms found resistance. Looking up, she saw her hands tied together by her belt and latched onto the headboard. Terrified, she looked back to the violet haired boy as he slowly withdrew the tampon she'd had in for only an hour or so.

---"Commin' of the red tide, eh?" he chuckled darkly, tossing the soiled object aside as he grinned up at her wickedly. "Wondah what tha' means if we all 'ave our fun."

---"Mavrek, please don-" Her plea of mercy was cut off by his harsh thrust into her, turning into a yelp of pain. His hands tightened, sending fresh waves of pain through her legs while he continued to slam himself into her. Each time, he did nothing erotic, nothing to please; only to hurt and threaten… and promise. She couldn't hold all of him (she knew that from the initial entry), but he continued to ravage her fully, his erect penis barraging heruterin wall with no remorse.

---It hurt more than anything she'd ever remembered… yet she couldn't help the sensations her body forced her to feel.

---When it was finally over, he removed himself, leaving her tied and beaten and sobbing on the bed. He didn't bother to replace her clothes as he donned his own. He simply left the room, stepping casually over the broken pieces of the door. He nodded to Aaron, and the brunette gave an animalistic smirk as he stood fluidly and maneuvered his large frame into the room as the Scotsman sat broodingly next to their leader and lover. The giant of a man smirked at the bruised and bleeding girl in her nude state, and instantly understood Mavreks reasoning to leaving her clothes off.

---After all, why put them back on when someone else was just going to rip them off again?

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Sabriel: Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's finally here, so quit nagging me. Here are the reviewer responses…
Hiei: --hands over list--
Sabriel: When did you get here?
Hiei: Does it matter? --glowering at her--
Sabriel: Not really. --takes list-- Okay, here we go.

kenshinfan21 - Did Angel get the punishment you thought she deserved? There's more, butI didn't feel like writing it...

Asj Johnson - Kaiba will wake his ass up eventually (maybe when I get around to writing the next chapter...)

Rayne - Thanks for the compliments. Mokuba is so sweet when he wants to be... anywho, thanks. And everyone wants to hug Kaiba, even when he's being an ass.

Shadowy Fluffball - Thanks, I don't have much time either, so I only have time to read one "continue" anyway.

The Anibee - Wootith! I 3 Ghost in the Shell! --grins--

Angel-Belle - Sha, but the Devil isn't responsible for everything bad in the world. He just helps out us humans in enacting our own twisted ideas. And I know you would never do that to Seto. --smiles-- You're a reviewer! What reviewer of this fic would?

WheelerWolf - --laughs a bit-- Yeah, all my reviewers are loved. Don't worry about Seto, he'll be fine soon enough. I hope this chappie was worth waiting for, too.

Flame Swordswoman - Seto's not gonna die, jou would make an uber-sexy fireman, and Angel doesn't die either (...yet... I dunno if I wanna kill her off yet...). She does get punished, however, as I wrote above. I hope you approve.

kk - Yes, actually. They should appear sometime in the next chapter or the one after, but I'm doing some other fics after this one as a part of a series for them. (Yes, there are to be more Yin and Yang stories after this one... If I can get the time to write them...)

Sabriel: Anywho, hope you all approve and enjoy.
Hiei: Hn.