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The Lie That I Lived
Mai Valentine- 26
Seto Kaiba- 25
Joey Wheeler- 24
Yami Motou- 24
Tea Motou- 24
Serenity Wheeler- 22
Mokuba Kaiba- 20
I'm sorry it took so long but I was working on my other story 'Lust, Love and Vengeance' and I've hit writer's block there so lets start here. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I never this story would do well, I figured it would another one of my weird, pointless stories. Hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter!
I know this isn't a very light, happy story but still, I'd like to dedicate this story to my friend Blue Dragon99 who just turned 14 on July 14th(her favourite number, lol). With any luck she'll like this story. (I'm sorry it's a bit belated).
Chapter 2-II-
"My precious daughter, your life will be nothing more than pure bliss; my love to your heart."
'Lies have become so much apart of my life, why did I ever listen to him?'
Mai plunged to the icy, drenched cement ground, her mouth opened to scream but no sound emerged. Blood rapidly gushed through the numerous bruises and slashes upon her pale skin, her wet hair clung to her stiff body as the remains to her ripped, blood-soaked clothes hung loosely off her dead corpse.
She felt no pain, her life had been especially more agonizing then this moment. Her soul had died countless times, her heart had been speared recklessly and her body was a meaningless frame absorbing every ounce of torture that had built throughout her span of living- a life not worth living.
'My time is now. Why not embrace it? I should've died long ago but my mother's voice pushed my forward in the right direction, now there is no right way, only one way. Death. Mommy your voice is gone to me, wait for me, I'm coming.'
She felt light-headed and faint, her head banged to the soaked earth while the maniacal laughter of the three malicious offenders drowned her into the dark chasm of hell which was her life.
-II-
"It's all your fucking fault!" His voice boomed throughout the whole house; 19-year old Mai quickly moved away from her intoxicated father. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the brutal thrashing from her father.
Her mother's death wasn't the single loss they had faced. Depression washed over her father, their wealth- wasted away on gambling and alcohol, all their necessities and belongings gone, Mai's virginity derived from the innocence of her now weak body.
"It's your fucking fault that your mother ain't here any more!" His bottle came crashing down only a few feet away form Mai; a piece of glass slide across her cheek causing the blood to seep.
'Oh, look it the poor little bitch, blood covers her face!" He stumbled to his defenceless daughter and smashed her across the face. Mai slid across the room, hurtling into the wooden desk; the wood cracked from the vigour of the strike, the lamp clanged to the ground- the only light source in the room there was.
Mai- unprotected and weak-willed against her father's sexual assault; the darkness enclosed her body, the sluggish, faltering steps of her father thundered in their small house. Mai's cries of help always went unheard, no one could save her, no one could defend her; her pleas would become ensnared with silence…not a soul could heed this girl's requests, this young woman who's only mistake was to every enter this world that had no rightful place for her.
-II-
'I have to stop working late.' His chestnut brown hair stuck upon his pale complexion, his black suit ensemble with a single azure tie was drenched with water- never to be worn again, since now the quality was taken away by the heavy water droplets; his weary sapphire eyes stared boldly into the rainy streets of New York.
Seto Kaiba's car had been parked down the road and unfortunately for the young CEO the rain poured on relentlessly. He trudged through the cold rain- although this was the type of weather that much suited his aloof, distant exterior.
'Idiotic fools just had to be repairing the garage today.'
His attention was suddenly averted else where as the horrific scream of a helpless woman rang through the empty streets.
Kaiba's sleek black shoes pounded the sodden sidewalk; his eyes swiftly travelled from left to right, attempting to find the source of the cry for help. He promptly turned into a dark alleyway; graffiti adorned the two walls as the stench of drugs and alcohol overflowed in the passageway. He abruptly detected the shadowy silhouettes of three men. He pushed them away and came across the face that had resurfaced many memories.
'Mai Valentine?'
Kaiba's hand briefly caressed the frosty, ashen skin of the one he knew as strong-willed and independent.
"What the fuck you think you're doing? This is our little bitch, so step aside," said the tall figure, pushing away the CEO. Kaiba temporarily staggered back only to come back and strike him back viciously across the face. Blood splattered from the man's mouth as he crashed to the ground out cold.
"You want the cunt? Good ahead she's our trash anyways, we're done with her," another said, turning away and starting to leave. Kaiba grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up alongside the brick wall. His hand roughly connected with the jaw of the man's, a gruesome crack of bones resounded through the alley as he fell helplessly to the ground.
"You want to take a shot?" Kaiba sneered at the last one; he shook his head, terrified of the CEO. He turned away to run but as everyone knows, never turn your back on your enemy.
His fist violently collided into the mid-back of the third and final man, he collapsed face first into the filthy water knocked out.
Kaiba stared up into the remote night sky, the rain had ceased and from behind the thunder clouds the stars and moon overtook the dawn sky once again. He turned to Mai- feeble and wounded, all the rainwater around her had turn a murky brownish red from the blood that had poured out of her body. Kaiba brushed away her soaking blonde hair and found her eyes to be closed, her clothes shredded and covered with the crimson essence. He removed his black blazer and enclosed Mai's body to bring her warmth and comfort.
Honestly, he didn't know why he cared so much for this woman who had been close to the mutt and others, but he couldn't leave her to be preyed for once again.
He lifted her unconscious body and began to carry her towards his car. 'How long has it been since I've seen someone from Domino? Last time I saw her was at Battle City 8 years ago. I wonder why she's here, helpless and alone. Hm…maybe she's married to Wheeler.'
Kaiba gently lay her upon the cool leather interior of his silver Porsche, her breathing was calm now, indicating to Kaiba that she was still alive. He positioned himself into the driver's seat and began to drive through the early morning streets, he had to take her home to treat her injuries.
Mai's black lashes fluttered open to reveal her lonely violet eyes; she attempted to turn around but her wounds prevented her to do so.
"Don't move your injuries are all over your body," a deep, unemotional voice instructed.
The voice was distant yet recognizable, someone from her not so vague past had taken her into their custody to take of her. She smiled, relieved, but still on guard, who knows whom it could've been and how much they had changed.
-II-
"Seto do you think she'll be alright?" Mokuba asked his elder brother. Maria sat in front of the hurt woman massaging the lemony ointment onto the fair skinned maiden with a cloth; earlier she had changed her clothes so she wore now a white silk nightshirt. Her bruises were revolting shades of greens and purples, her incisions were deep achingly painful, even in her unconsciousness she still whimpered when the medication had grazed across them.
"She's been hurt bad Mokuba, there's no telling what happened out there," Kaiba impassively replied.
"It's a good thing though you found her, I guess you working late has it's upsides," Mokuba cheerfully stated as he left the room to return to his bed.
"Master Kaiba, rest is important for her, I've done all that I can," Maria informed, leaving him alone.
Numerous slashes were upon her pasty white skin, though most looked recent others were slowly fading away. Kaiba scrutinized at them for an extensive amount of time before removing his own shirt for better inspection. His chest- well chiselled, but still remained diminishing scars from his stepfather's cruel beatings still covered his body.
'Could Mai…? Her father? She had been less ecstatic than the others but could it have been because of…?'
Kaiba thought for several moments; Mai a victim like himself?
'Mai could never have been a sufferer like me, no one could've felt even close to the amount of pain that I felt.'
His chocolate bangs fell over his deep blue eyes- so mysterious, so full of secrets…so lonely. His only companion- his brother, the only one he could ever care for and have care back; but here lay another who possibly could've been similar to himself.
Kaiba slowly arose from his seat andtucked Mai underneath the snug satin covers; he swept away a few strands of golden curls and watched her sleep peacefully before leaving her.
-II-
"Follow me you good for nothing ingrate." He grabbed Mai by the collar of her blouse and dragged her into the bedroom. Tears streamed down her eyes as her cries for help were drowned out by his foul cursing.
"It's all your fucking fault that my life's like this you basterd child."
His bellowing of verbal abuse choked Mai's breathing; her weeping turn hysterical as she called for anyone to take her away- anyone who could salvage her one night, even if they caused her more pain, at least for night she could be out of harm's way.
"Sure your whore mom was a good fuck but then she broke up my family by telling me to keep you, a token of what my wife hated me for."
Her hand clashed into his jawbone, blood gushed out of his broken wound giving Mai a chance to run for her life. "You're the one who raped her, you drunk ass!" Mai yelled spitefully, she couldn't let her life be controlled like this, she needed restrain over her father's abusive depression.
"So the cunt learnt how to talk back, eh? Well I'll teach you something about respect." He said as he removed his belt; Mai hastily crawled back into a corner, into a bedroom.
A deafening scream thundered throughout the entire house as the first slash came into contact with her body, many others like it followed but with more strength; her pain powered his vigour.
His hand reached out towards her frail body and easily lifted it off the ground. "Aw did it hurt? Did I really do that to my only daughter?" His voice full of mock sympathy, Mai knew not to trust him. Alcohol- the stench fresh upon his breathe; Mai choked back her breath, not wanting a whiff of his odour. He thrust her forward, she harshly landed upon the disordered bed.
"Sex is always good for the soul."
He ripped off every piece of clothing off her beaten body, then his. Their clothes lay deserted upon the ground; not one neighbour noticed the blood-curdling screams of the sexually assaulted 19-year old, and if they did hear who would care?
She felt him enter her unprepared body, ripping through her barriers, his despicable solution flowing into her vulnerable body. His tongue bathing across her neck and forcing it's way into her mouth; his teeth gnawing at her till her skin bled cold scarlet. His hands pressed every part of her body, nothing was left untouched by his monster-like handle. He continued plunging within her slender frame, not even allowing her to recover from his brute force. Finally hell stopped leaving her bare to die.
'I let him.' She rested upon the bed, tears streaming down her face, her body motionless. 'I let him take my purity away from me I didn't stop him. I'm responsible for what happened tonight, it'sallmy fault.'
Mai lay upon the small bed; her virginity gone, her innocence gone, her life gone. Sure she was still alive but how long could she remain like this? How long could she let herself live? Bruises and scars would always reside upon her unaided cadaver.
Her hand slowly lingered towards the top drawer of the side table, she reached in and pulled out her desired instrument. The small amount of moonlight seeped into the room where she lay abandoned and stripped of her clothes, her pride and her dignity; it flickered off the thin piece of metal. So many possibilities with this razor-sharp utensil…
-II-
"Seto! Something's wrong with Mai!" Mokuba's scream rang all through the manor.
Every light in the Kaiba Mansion flickered on as the Kaiba brothers ran towards the guest bedroom. Thunderous, high-pitched screams echoed off the many walls and corridors of the estate. Mokuba and Kaiba burst into the bedroom to find a distraught Mai, sitting straight up in bed. Beads of sweat rolling off her face as she gasped for air, he eyes wide in shock; her head quickly moved from side to side trying to figure out her surroundings, until she caught a glimpse of the two brothers.
"Mokuba! Kaiba!" She yelled in confusion.
Both the brothers walked over to her slowly; Mokuba sat down beside as Kaiba stood- tall and firm.
"It's ok Mai, Seto found you and saved you from those guys." Mokuba said, trying to soothe her frantic emotions.
Mai gasped as she remembered the three men. 'Kaiba saved me?' Her eyes drifted to her blue-eyed saviour; nothing had changed about him- still the demanding, poised, and dignified man he had always been, everything she wasn't.
She struggled to move out of bed; cold-hard pain shot throughout her entire body as Mokuba grabbed her and pulled her back down. "Mai, you're not going anywhere for a while."
"My job-"
"Call in sick," Mokuba suggested. "Don't worry you can stay here as long as you like," Mokuba optimistically invited. Kaiba grimaced, a woman living with him, the tabloids would have a field day with this one.
"Now get some rest, that's what Maria said to do," Mokuba told her as he gently put her down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Let us take care of you Mai," he slowly walked out of the room.
'I can't let anyone take care of me, I'll be hurt again and why does Kaiba care about my injuries? Is he trying to act like a hero? I bet the newspapers already know, 'Mighty CEO Saves Helpless Woman.'"
Mai frowned at the thoughtof that, but then again maybe Kaiba had changed. She turned to him, still standing silently in front of her.
"Thank you," she said looking down, fidgeting with her fingers.
"What happened?" Kaiba stiffly asked.
"Exactly what you think, three drunk guys against one girl," Mai brusquely replied, angry at the fact Kaiba tried to push it in her face.
"I meant the other faded marks on your body," Kaiba said, it was his style after al to be direct.
Mai's mouth dropped in shock; Kaiba had been looking at her body? "You pervert." Mai muttered under her breath.
"Actually my maid tended to your injuries, and plus that shirt doesn't go all the way done," Kaiba angrily remarked.
Mai mentally kicked herself for going to such conclusions; tonight had resurfaced so many unwanted memories about her father that rage boiled within her.
"Sorry," she apologized rigidly.
"Those marks…" Kaiba paused, maybe he shouldn't, but curiosity overpowered decorum. "Was that your…father?" Kaiba whispered the last word as he remembered his own ruthless history.
Mai didn't answer right away, how could she tell an almost complete stranger about her sadistic past if she left her friends without telling them?
"Yes."
"We'll talk in the morning," Kaiba ended the conversation, understanding Mai's apprehension, he really wasn't the one to talk to, he flicked off the light and closed the door.
Mai listened attentively till the sounds of his footsteps were gone; painfully she stood up and turned on the light. She walked unsteadily towards the body length mirror and lifted her top.
Reds, purples and greens coated her complete body; wounds over scars over slashes, her body was weak and in poor health who knew how long she would live, would she want to?
"Looks like my marks will live on your body forever, you're a bitch and I'll keep reminding you of that."
Her father's voice boomed in what seemed the whole room; Mai fell to the ground, hands over her ears,trying to keepthe sound out of her mind. She could never out run her past, it would be at ever corner she turned, every change she made, every encounter she would come across.
'I'm nothing more then a mere symbol of my father's misdeeds. His pleasure is gained out of my torment, he watches gleefully as my soul slowly dies and withers away into nothingness. I've been stabbed mercilessly so many times I feel as if all the blood in my body is gone...'