Mind Fuck: A Repost

Author's Note,

I originally wrote this story a few years ago I think and it was posted under the name 'loveswhore'. I was going over my past works and stumbled upon this one finding that I had promised a sequel and never delivered. I'm reposting and fixing the many spelling errors that turned people away from it as well as for the people who liked it. . I how you enjoy this story as well as the sequel that will follow it. Thank you.
formerly your whore 'loveswhore' now prettydevilangellover.


Prolouge

I have always had these urges pulsating through my body. These urges were easy to surpress, it was the voice that was driving me. Do it. Do it fast. You know you want to. It was that voice driving me out of my bed at night. That haunting voice driving me to this place. A place that I've always refused to go. Every man has fantasties, fantasties of dark desires that scream to be fillfulled. Only mine were becoming reality.

Reality. What is the true meaning of that word? Sleep, gives us the advantage to bend reality. But what if the two clashed? Then where does the rules of reality begin again?


Session 1

The leather underneath my palms were moist with my sweat and I swore that time was moving in reverse. My sessions were usually an hour long. Due to my silence, maybe he would call it quits early. No such luck. The scratching of his pen on the paper irratated me enough to form words out of mouth. Licking my dry, chapped lips,

"I slept for thrity minutes yesterday."

There was a unsettling silence in the room. I heard him shift in his seat; probably recrossing his legs.

"You're not even trying are you, Mr.Kaiba?" Pegeuas' smooth almost theractrical voice replied.

I searched my mind for a good lie. I finding nothing, I remained silent.

"Your brother cares a great deal about your progress in these sessions."

He had to bring Mokuba up. I was only here due to his brotherly concren. It was his allowence that he's wasting sending me here, then again he got his money from me, so I'm wasting my own dime.

"You could at least make a effort."

Or make it interesting for me. Pegeuas thought mildly.

He then scribbled down something on a piece of paper. I heard the loud rip as it was seperated from the rest of the pad. I sat up just in time to see him folding it neatly.

"I think that this would help." He leaned over from his chair offering me the paper.

I took it, slipped it into the jacket of my pocket as I rose to my feet.

"We're not finished here, Mr.Kaiba."

My eyes narrowed, staring iciy at the white haired head doctor.

"I think I've had enough for today. There's some files that I have to look over for my new gaming program." I replied with as much coldness as my glare.

"As you wish."

I turned on my heel heading for the door.

"Oh, and Mr. Kaiba,"

I stopped dead where I stood.

"Sweet dreams."

I pulled opened the door letting myself out.

"Whatever." I muttered as I went.

Mokuba jumped up from his place in the corner of the waiting room setting down the magazine that he had been viewing.

"How it go?" He asked falling into step by myside.

I didn't answer him. I kept walking until we reached the elevator.

"Seto?" He called to me before repeating his earlier question as if I hadn't heard him the first time.

The bell chimed indiciating the arrival of the elevator to our floor. The doors opened and we entered. Mokuba spoke again this time tugging on my sleeve. I whirled on him, death in azure colored eyes.

"What the fuck do you want from me!" I snapped as the car came to aburt hault two floors from our destination. I pressed the button closing the doors before other people could enter.

His buttom lip puckered, those huge dark eyes watering. I prepared my body for the sound. That awful wailing noise he was so fond of making when he went until one of his brawling fits. He was sixteen for crying out loud!

"Oh, grow the fuck up!" I sneered as the doors opened to the parking level of the building.

He sucked it up as I headed for my car. He drove himself, to make sure that I made it today so I didn't have to worry about facing a barrage of questions during the ride home.

I shifted my black updated vintage jag out of park and into drive before heading down towards the ramp after paying the parking fee. Mokuba was no where in sight. Not that I cared. He was really starting to piss me off lately. If he wasn't fucking up in school, he was out partying with his friends and that slutty girlfriend of his.

He had no time for me like he used to. I ALWAYS tried to balance my life to his but since he's gotten older, he's fallen away from me. My sleeping habits, or lacker of shouldn't be any of his Goddamn business.

Noticing that my gas meter was low I pulled into the nearest gas station. I walked briskly to the store liking the set up of the place. While in line my eyes caught sight of a few choice items that I wanted to buy. Mainly snacks. My sessions with Pegeuas made me nervous to the point that I normally threw up so I had gotten into the habit of skipping lunch before going to see him.

I grabbed a cold soda, some strawberry poky, and a newspaper. Paper. I suddenly remembered the note as I went for my pocket taking it out along with my wallet, removing my creidt card,"Fifteen on pump two." I handed over the card as well as the items.

He ran it through, returned it to me as I muttered my thanks. Carrying my bag I headed back to my car to find that Mokuba was already filling up my tank.

"What's this?" I inqured.

He blushed saying,"An apologey." He sounded sincere.

I just stared at him as I entered the car. As soon as he removed the pump and closed up my gas tank I sped off. He wouldn't be forgiven until it was completely over.
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A/N

Almost forgotten how short these chapters had been.