Choice of Music: Paper Moon - Tommy Heavenly6;

*~* Fairy Blue, for you, I shatter the stars and use them to adorn the Black Paper Moon. *~*
*~* Because you believed in me, when you're lost, here I am; forever with your soul. *~*
*~* If I look up, you shine like the moon. *~*

Chapter 18 - I Promise

Touch. Taste. The feel of red hot passion flowing throughout her entire body. Kia tried to think of where she was at.

A scarlet room, drenched in the color of blood. A boy. Hundreds of candles, their meager flames flickering in the darkness. Everything in her mind seemed hazy. Looking up, she could see golden eyes staring down at her.

Her heart skipped a beat. 'Vice?' her mind panicked. Slowly, the golden eyes faded away to the blackness, showing nothing but sheer emptiness within them.

A body slowly moved against hers, hands touching her in ways she never dreamed of doing herself. The girl moaned at the motions, feeling him grasp her tightly.

"Feeling better, love?" he purred, nuzzling his face into her neck.

Kia opened her mouth to reply, and she felt lips claim hers. The boy kissed her roughly, forcing her to submit to him. One look into his soulless eyes revieled his true intentions to her.

Not just sex, but she could see the murderous intent, the desire to see her writhing and squirming underneath him like a fish on a hook.

Placing her hands upon his chest, Kia summoned all of her strength and attempted to push him off. "Sorry, love," he said, smirking. "That won't work on me." In one swift motion, he caged her wrists within his hand and pinned them above her head.

Hhis fingers curled around the collar of her shirt, ripping the fabric like it was mere paper. Baring a good portion of her chest and the simple bra to him, he licked his lips. "You will taste so good," he said. Kia let out a whimper, trying to force her voice to work.

'Speak!' she screamed at herself. 'Say something! Scream!'

He let out a playful laugh, playing with the nape of her breasts. Toying with the edge of her bra, he let his eyes wander up to hers. Eyes of a predator playing with his meal. "You can't refuse me," he purred, kissing her collarbone. "You never could."

Yanking down her bra, Kia let out a mixed gasp of horror and pleasure as his mouth engulfed her breast. The blood-haired boy sucked, pulling the peak deep within the moist cavern. The girl moaned, slightly disgusted with herself for enjoying the pleasure that came from it. He drew his knee up between her legs, pressing tightly against her.

Slowly, he began to rub the limb against her in a rhythmic pattern. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Ngh...yes," Kia moaned, letting herself succumb to the pleasures throughout her body. 'No, not yes, you ho!' her sanity screamed at her. 'Didn't you hear what he said? "You never could refuse me." Something is seriously wrong with this!'

Pleasure. Deep, erotic pleasure. Fear, pain shooting throughout her chest. Blood, bright red blood. Soulless eyes.

"...off," she mumbled.

"Pardon, love?" he said, not bothering to look up.

"Get off," she repeated. "Get off of me. Get off of me now. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

Instantly, as though on command, she felt him suddenly retreat from her. He howled, and Kia heard a terrified yelping of a girl and a Douji's claws scraping metal. Sitting up, she quickly used the tattered remains of her shirt to cover herself. Looking in the corner, she saw the body of her twin sister entagled with that of the younger Douji she had seen before, and the blood haired boy.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Touch. Her. Tumult," a dark, demonic voice growled. Snapping her attention to the doorway, she saw the wild black hair and violent golden eyes of the ultimate evil Douji, Vice himself.

But there was something different about him. His sleeves were in shreds due to his gauntlets, but the darkness and rage within his eyes terrified her. His visors also couldn't seem to make up their mind, taking a different form than that she usually remembered. Now they seemed to frame his face, creating jagged edges around his jawline down to his chin.

"V-Vice?" she whispered, trembling. Once his attention became focused on her, she immediately wished she hadn't said anything. The bloodthirsty gaze in his eyes terrified her, and she shivered. He walked towards her, removing the now ripped jacket.

"It will cover you better," he stated, his gaze barely lingering on the torn shirt. Placing on the jacket, she felt the freedom to move her arms, and she was relieved that it would indeed cover her. "This isn't over."

"You're a moron," the statement rang out. Both of them turned their gazes towards the three. The blood-haired boy smirked at them. "She has no energy and is still healing from her and Risa's little speal from the other night. You have no powers, Vice. You've been out of contact with your pathetic fucking "master" for over a year now."

Vice pushed Kia behind him, blocking the path between the other boy and her. "I'm still the Ultimate Evil," the green Douji stated. "You're nothing against me."

The boy laughed maniacally. "Nothing? Nothing? Hah! You're going to be nothing against me, Vice," he chuckled, sneering upon the dominant Douji's name. "I'm coming for you. I'm going to rip you to nothing, and then I'm gonna go for your girl."

"You will not touch her," Kia felt Vice's body tense up, angered by the other's remarks. 'Vice's...girl?' she thought.

"Fuck yeah I will," Tumult taunted. "I'm going to touch her, taste her, tease her. By the time I'm done, she'll be begging for more so badly she can't take it."

"I said, you. Will. Not. Touch. Her."

"Let's see you stop me." Kia watched as both Tumult and Abhor took on ready stances, both willing to attack the epitome of Evil standing before them. She trembled, the outcome would not be in either of their favor should he lose. Yes, he was strong, stronger than any Douji she could think of except Ultimo; but if it was true that he hadn't been near her uncle for over a year, then the chances...the chances of him winning...

"Don't be scared," she heard Vice say to her assuringly. "I won't let them get you, Kia. I promise." Closing her eyes, she silently pressed her hands together. She silently began to pray that maybe, just maybe, the outcome would be in their favor.

"I may not deserve it, but have faith in me," he mumbled under his breath, knowing she wouldn't hear him. Vice took on his defensive stance, readying himself for the onslaught. "I won't let them hurt you."

*Announcer Voice*: *dramatic preview music* Next time on Paper Moon: With Vice relying on little to no powers and Kia unable to fight; the two stand up against three enemies; a hateful Douji with the ability to control anything, a dark and malevolent Doll, and a Douji whom they have no idea of or what his powers are. Will they prevail?

Stay tuned!