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Author's Note: This is Friday's chapter, I'm actually very proud of it. It's a lot cleaner than I thought, given the context... I guess I had to make it clean, or else I'd have to move the fic to instead. "

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I don't know how much I drank, or why I drank so much. I don't remember much except the inexpressible sense of defeat in me. I never asked to be sent into this world, and despite of numerous efforts trying to convince myself that I love it, I miss home. Home where I can relax, where I have people to trust and people who trust me. Home where I don't have to scheme and plot, where I have a shoulder to cry into for times like these.

I tired of always trying, struggling for a goal that I'm not even sure if I want, just so that I can be too worn out to wonder why is it that I'm doing any of this. So I drank.

In hindsight, lots of liquor and a sixteen-year old body really don't mix. But we all have 20-20 hindsight. Alcohol had fueled my misery into anger. For that night, I hated the world and everybody in it.

I stumbled out of my room and wandered the halls, looking for a fight. Being the middle of the night, I couldn't find anything. Almost automatically, I turned to my ring to look for the closest human being for me to beat up into a bloody pulp.

If I hadn't wandered so far, if I had went into Joey or Tristan's room, I probably would have gotten into a fight, then got knocked out. But I didn't. My Millennium Ring only shows the location of other Millennium Items, a fact that I had forgotten.

I staggered into another hallway, bumping into everything, falling over more than a few times. It must have been a sight, had anyone seen me. Still I followed my ring, determined to do I don't know what.

The ring led me into a large room. I saw a young man with silver hair leaning on a chair, wine in hand. There were two things that attracted me immediately: human to beat up and alcohol to drink.

He stood up, surprised at my unannounced entrance and asked, "Who are you?"

I was hardly aware of my surroundings, much less to answer his question, so I staggered onwards, toward the human and the alcohol.

Some paintings blocked my way and I carelessly kicked them aside. The young man's face reddened with anger.

"Don't," he said, "you dare do that."

I stared, his face suddenly seem to mix with Ryou's. It was the same silver hair; the same figure; the same stubborn defiant look on their faces. Well, everything looks the same when you're drunk.

"Get out," the young man started again. I looked at him again. His elegance and grace turning into that of Seto, the unattainable prize that I don't know why I was fighting for.

"I sai-"He began again. I cut him off with a hard kick to the stomach.

"Shut up you bitch," he later told me that I screamed this, though I hardly remember. I do, however, remember his face twisting up with the pain, and my satisfied smirk while I stood over him.

His Millennium Eye shone in its sockets. In a calmer, less drunk state, I would have immediately known that he was Pegasus, but right then and there, I didn't. Even if I did, I doubt I would have cared.

In my drunken rage, I just needed somebody to vent everything out on. All the uncertainties and fears of coming into a new world, all the resentment and stress that have piled up in the last twenty-four hours; all that, I was determined to let out on him.

I can vaguely recall his eye flashing, trying to control my mind. To me, it was just a bright light shining when I don't want it to be. So my ring fought back with a vigor.

I soon overpowered him, both physically and with magic. Pegasus found himself tied up by the Shadow Spell card I kept in my pocket, I grinned in satisfaction, kicking him again. He struggled against the chains, to no avail except angering my further. I pushed him onto the bed.

"Look you little slut," I suddenly saw Ryou on the bed, "you asked for this, and this is what you'll get."

His face paled as I ripped off his clothing and lifted his legs over my shoulder. Now he was completely defenseless before me. His Millennium Eye I had dragged out of its sockets, and his body tied up with magic he could no longer fight against.

He was, overall, vulnerable. His tattered clothes, no more than rags, still draped around him. The blood from his eye had flowed down his cheeks, but rouse no sympathy in me. He looked like a broken doll left in the attic, forgotten by the world.

I didn't need a second look to invite myself in and got to work. He was tight, I remember musing, probably still a virgin. I didn't question who he was, or what I was doing. I just knew that I needed to get inside somebody, and he was there, in the right place at the right time.

It wasn't even lust, it was a need to conquer, a need to ensure myself that I was not powerless against the world of troubles. He did the job alright.

I continued until I finally release inside him. Exhausted, I fell into a deep slumber, with him still tied up, and me still buried deep inside him.

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Next update tonight at 7 or 8, that'll be Saturday's chapter.