Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
by: EVIL MJ


Disclaimer - I don't Own Yu-gi-Oh. I don't make any money from these stories. I created a couple of charaters, but killed a couple of them off already so it doesn't matter.

Warning: Explicit violence, Explicit sex.....Stop here if you don't like this sort of thing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Don't flame me later if you are surprised by the contents.

I normally respond to reivews at this point, but I have such a bad headache I am just going to post this chappie and then find a dark rock to hide under. Will thank everyone next chapter.
Plus I have to go get ready for the impending hurricane....whoppie.


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Chapter 13

Joey opened the door and let Tristan and Mako in. Both of the two men looked wan and pale, Mako seemed to be on the verge of tears as they made their way into the living room.

“She’s gone.” Mako uttered quietly, his face a portrait of desperation as he turned to Joey.

No words were necessary to convey the emotion that he was feeling. He looked at Joey as if he was the only life line available to a man drowning in his own grief.

Joey took a seat across from the couch they occupied and offered them a drink, which both declined.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” He offered, coxing them to offer some more information he could work with.

Tristan sighed, still unable to look Joey in the eye, although Joey was unsure if it was from fear or guilt. “Like I told you on the phone, Joe. We went down to get some stuff for the boat; Hiroe was sleeping in the cabin. We were only gone a couple of hours, but when we returned she wasn’t on the boat.”

Joey thought about how to phrase his question with out upsetting them, and opted for the direct approach.

“How do you know she just didn’t go shopping, or for a walk?” He asked, trying to eliminate the obvious.

Mako made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and an expulsion of breath.

“She sleeps in a tank top and underwear, none of her clothes or shoes are missing. She would never just leave without a note or telling us first, and we just went shopping this afternoon.” He said quietly, almost angrily at Joey.

Joey held up a conciliatory hand, aware that their frustration was a general one and not directed at him. He had many conversations like this one with families missing their children or loved ones, lashing out at the police when they had no where else to direct their emotions.

“Guys, I’m just asking the standard questions. I have to eliminate every possibility first, and often the most simple explanation turns out to the correct one.”

Both men remained silent, unable to continue “Th “The lack of clothes is a bit concerning. How long has she been gone?”

Mako wrapped his arms about himself as if he were chilled, or seeking some sort of comfort. Tristan attempted to put an arm around him in support, but he shrugged it off. Joey noticed the look of hurt that crossed his face, but said nothing.

“It’s been over four hours. She just wouldn’t disappear like this. It’s not like her. What if something happened to her?” His voice wavered a bit on the last question.

“I called Lisa. She’s going to come down to your boat and have a look around, see if she can come up with anything. She will probably want to question any neighbors, so if you can make a list of who might have been berthed at the dock around the time she disappeared that would be helpful.” He knew that Lisa could easily get that information on her now, but knew that it often helped to keep people busy in times like this, keeping their mind off of the situation.

Tristan nodded, eager to be doing something. Mako only looked lost.

“Meanwhile I think it would be best if you waited for Lisa before you went back on the boat. If there is any evidence, I don’t want it disturbed until she can have a look at thing

Mako paled at the mention of evidence.

“I know this is hard, but we will do everything we can to find her. I’ll call you as soon as Lisa is finished with her report. We work together from there.”

They both nodded, but no one looked relived or confident.

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Isis stood in front of the latest exhibit she had brought over from Egypt and scrutinized the layout. Ryou had once again done a marvelous job with the display; everything fully cataloged and accounted for with meticulous scrutiny.

She smiled; the precious treasures of her home always brought her pleasure and freed her from the concerns and stress of her life. It felt good to be able to work, to feel needed.

Her reverie was interrupted by approaching footsteps and she turned to see who it was that was jointing her.

“I was just thinking about you.” She commented as Ryou approached, always with his respectful and quiet demeanor.

They had been colleagues for many years now and she had grown to appreciate his friendship and insight. She could always depend on him to provide insightful advice and keep her confidences.

“Good thoughts, I hope.” He replied in his pleasing British accept as he stood beside her.

As she turned to him, her welcoming smile dissed aed and was replaced with a look of concern.

“Dear Ra, what happened to your face?” She reached out to gently touch the bruise near his mouth but he deftly sidestepped out of range of her hand.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I tripped on the stairs and cut myself.” He mumbled, looking embarrassed at her ntiontion.

“That must have been quite a fall.” She probed, unwilling to accept his explanation.

Something about it was not ringing true. He ducked his head avoiding her intent gaze and turned his attention to the exhibit.

“It’s amazing isn’t it?” He commented in a confident voice. “They have lasted so many years and we still don’t fully understand their true meaning.” He said with reverence at the objects laid out before him.

“Speak for yourself.”

Ryou blanched at the sound of the deep voice behind him. Neither of them had heard Bakura’s approach and Isis almost gasped in shock.

“Bakura!” She placed her hand on her chest in amazement at his appearance causing him to grin, almost evilly.

“Lady Isis. Nice to see you aged well. Nothing worse than a middle aged woman gone to pot.” He greeted her with his usual manners.

She couldn’t help but smile at his jab. “And you Bakura. You look the well, despite your great age.”

Ryou seemed uncomfortable at their banter as if he was embarrassed to be caught with his other half.

“It has been a long time, where have you been hidden all these years?” She asked truly curious at his sudden arrival.

He stood close to Ryou, ignoring his obvious discomfort and put an arm around his shoulder. A gesture more of possession that tenderness.

“I spent the last twenty four years in Egypt. Searching for a way to mend what has been broken.” His meaning obvious.

Isis couldn’t help but to feel a pang of loss in remembrance of her own Millennium item.

Ryou tried to brush off the offending arm, but with little success.

“What took you so long?” He snapped, irritated, causing Bakura to laugh darkly.

“I suppose you can read ancient Egyp Hie Hieroglyphics?” He asked archly. “Do you know how many tombs I had to search until I found the items I was looking for? The years I spent translating and piecing together the necessary rituals?”

Isis’ eyes widened and she felt her heart beat a little bit faster.

“Then it is time?” She asked, recalling her final visions so many years ago.

Bakura’s look was solemn and he nodded in response. “Yes. It’s not going to be easy though. I have started the necessary motions to bring things to fruition, now it is up to fate.”

Iris regarded him a moment

“I thought you of all people did not believe in fate?” She asked and was rewarded with a sultry smile that made her shiver.

“I don’t.”

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Pain. Agonizing pain. She panted for breath but felt as it her lungs were going to explode.

Something dripped into her eyes. Sweat? Some of it ran into her mouth and she realized that it was coppery tasting, not salty. Bloo
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Her head hurt now, an itchy pain that she wanted to scratch so badly, but she could not move her arms.

She cried out, her shoulders burned and her arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets.

Her body felt like it was on fire, nerves exploding with sensation at every part of her body, there was no relief. She could not find purchase to move and ease the pain and pressure. The torment was eructating and she pleaded and begged for it to stop. She prayed for death, she only wanted it to end.

Hiroe whimpered; the life that she had dreamt of gone in a moment, shattered and broken. She thought of the men who would be left behind and cried for their pain. If it would just end.

A wind brushed her face and she could hear the mournful cry of the sea birds overhead. The sound of water that used to calm sounded loud and unforgiving in her ears. Why didn’t anyone help her?

A laugh pierced her thoughts somewhere below her, but she could not see anyone.

“Fitting don’t you think. My only regret is that I could not return you to your own boat, but I am afraid that the police have already defiled it. I had to settle for this.”

Hiroe felt the blood dripping down her face, mingling with the hot tears falling from her eyes.

“I didn’t think this was to be so spectacular, but you were chosen by the Gods. If you are truly a believer I am sure that they will take your pain. Imagine how strong I will ben yon you finally allow your sprit to go free.”

Hiroe thought the voice continued on, but could no longer hear it. Her vision began to brighten and her hearing became muffled. The pain was no more.

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Seto had another drink and paced his room.

It was already his fourth and he knew that he was not used to so much excess. It made him careless, his emotions would be closer to the surface.

But Gods it felt good. He had struggled all day at work, trying to do all he could to prevent a hostile take over from a large American company. They had silently purchased large amounts of his company’s stock, pressuring his board members and shareholders to sell. Making promises of better things.

What really burned him was that the tactics had almost worked. His whole empire crumbled by dark alley maneuvers. And no one out maneuvers Seto Kaiba! He seethed, draining the glass quickly, enjoying the burn of the liquid.

One of his most trusted people had noticed the increase in the price of the stock, the names listed as shareholders no longer familiar. He and Seto had worked through the night trying to purchase whatever they could to ensure he still had the magic 55%. The other company wasn’t counting on the power of Seto Kiaba, and the fear he could instill when necessary.

Outside the skies had opened with a loud crack, mirroring his emotions. He was irritated at the absence of his wife. n hen he needed space she seemed to push and needle him, yet when he wanted her presence she wasn’t around.

He poured another drink, the alcohol making his judgment impaired and his emotions surge. Unbidden thoughts of his wife straddling the mutt, her head thrown back in ecstasy, crying his name with a passion that she had not exhibited for him for some time. He could hear Joey moaning as she rode him, his hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her down harder on him. He gritted his teeth angrily, wondering if that’s where she was right now. Letting him touch her, taste her. His heart thundered in his ears as he unsuccessfully tried to shut out the images.

“Seto.” Her voice broke through his thoughts with concern. She stood in the door way, searching his face for some understanding. He turned to her, the grimace of hate still on his handsome face.

“Where were you Isis? Tell me you weren’t with him.” His voice was low and commanding, his eyes snapped with anger.

Isis sighed in defeat and shut the door so that no one would hear them.

“I thought we had put all this behind us, Seto. You know it is over. Did we not agree to start fresh?”

Her words made sense, but the haze of red brought on by the alcohol prevented them from sinking in.

“Whore.” He accused, causing her to flinch as if he had struck her.

He strode over to her and grabbed her arm angrily. “You are my wife. Not his whore. You belong to me.”

His grip was painful and she struggled to free herself.

“Seto please, you are hurting me.”

He pulled her close so he could look down at her, their bodies pressed together.

“And you aren’t hurting me?” he snarled. “I can still see you together. I can hear you calling his name. Did you like what he did to you, Isis?”

His voice was cold as he pressed himself against her, she could feel the hardness of his erection through his pants.

“I can do better than him.”

He spat. Isis tried to pull free of his grasp, feeling the beginning of panic at his behavior.

“Seto, stop this.”

He laughed at her protest and backed her up against the wall, his mouth claiming hers fiercely. His kiss was demanding and angry, punishing. She tried to turn her head but he kept her pinned in place. Tears fell as she managed to finally pull free of his grasp. He stepped back, some of the anger he felt draining as he saw the anguish and pain on her face.

Suddenly he felt remorseful. This wasn’t his way, not with her. Ashamed he turned and walked back to his desk as if avoiding what has just transpired.

“Perhaps you had better check on the children, Isis. It’s almost bed time.” He continued in a normal tone of voice as if nothing had happened.

Isis started at him as if he had just lost his mind and quickly backed out of the room.

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The rain. Gods how he hated the rain. Joey stared out the front window and watched the heavens pour down on the world below. There was nothing good about the rain, it was depressing and dark and always made him feel drained.

He took a deep breath and turned away from the scene outside.

A low knock on his door made him jump in surprise. It was almost ten and not too many people dropped by for a social visit at this hour. His daughter had already spoken to him earlier this evening. It had been a stilted conversation at first, neither one wanting to admit they felt bad for what lay between them, but somewhere along the way an understanding had been reached. They just weren’t going to talk about it. Maybe that was his understanding anyway.

He opened the door and let in the visitor. Isis.

The thin coat that she had on did little to stop the rain that soaked her, and when she removed it, the dress beneath her stuck to her like a second skin. He almost moaned aloud he fhe fabric outline the shape of her breasts, making it clear that she worn nothing underneath it. Gods he loved the rain.

He looked into her eyes, her face wet from either the rain or tears, he couldn’t tell. She didn’t have to say anything; her expressive green eyes told the story. He reached out and pulled her into a comforting embrace, allowing her to sob into his chest.

“I told myself I would never see you again.” She said, her voice muffled by his shirt. “He drives me away, drives me to you.” Her voice was angry and she clenched her fists.

She looked up at him and any resolve he had was broken, their desire for each stronger than the desire to do what was right.

Hesitantly he bent his head to kiss her, unsure if this was the right thing to do, but her lips were so soft and pliant beneath his, the response to his kiss so passionate that all thoughts flew from his head.

He deepened the kiss, tasting her, allowing her to take the lead, the exploration of her tongue driving him crazy. His hands fumbled with the zipper on her dress, wanting the item out of the way as quick as humanly possible. His body ached for her, he wanted to plunge himself deep insider her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist and her breath on his neck.

Isis pulled back a moment to take off the dress that stuck to her, saturated from the rain. Her movements were graceful as he watched it slide down her breasts and off her hips, leaving her completely naked, utterly devastating.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingernails grazing the skin beneath teasingly making his heart pound in anticipation. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as she pulled the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. It was all he could do not to explode right then and there. He undid his pants and slid them off, quickly followed by his underwear and socks until he was as naked as her.

For a movement they could only look at each other, appreciative of the mutual desire and passion that they felt. He almost jumped out of his skin as her hand wrapped around his throbbing member, erect with need. Her movements were slow and seductive as she explored it’s length, her eyes never leaving his.

She loved the way he made her feel, powerful and desirable. He let her be in control when she needed it. She felt him twitch in her hand, his hips started to move in time with her motions. Wanting to share the experience, he cupped and fondled her breasts, feeling the weight of their fullness, his thumbs lightly brushing her nipples until they tingled and jutted hard against his flesh.

She moaned softly as one hand trailed down to between her legs and slipped between the soft folds of flesh, finding her hot and wet for him. He smiled and grabbed her wrist gently.

“Wait. I want this to last.”

He led her to his bedroom and laid her down gently, spreading her legs so that he could taste her in the most intimate way possible. Positioning himself so that he was comfortable, he parted her so that he could slide his tongue deep inside her. Tasting her musky sent, feeling her shiver at his touch.

He slid a finger into her as his tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh of her clitoris. She could feel herself melting at his masterful touch. Is lis like he knew just where to touch her, his fingers seeking the sensitive area inside while his mouth worked on the sensitive area on the outside.

He started slow, but increased his speed as her breath started to quicken. His fingers worked her until they were soaked with her juices, and he continued his assault with his tongue until she arched up against his mouth and cried out his name.

Satisfied he moved up beside her and let her catch her breath.

“I hope that was okay.” He said quietly “I’m a little rusty at it.” He admitted.

Isis smiled and turned to him so that her hand once again found the velvet flesh of his half arousal and stroked it until he became firm once again.

“It wasn’t bad.” She teased as she pumped the firm flesh that jutted out from between his legs. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with some practice.”

He thrust himself against her hand and pulled her into a kiss that she felt right down to her soul.

Feeling aroused once again she straddled his erection and brought her self down on him. He felt himself slide into her slick entrance easily and groaned as she began to move herself on him. She leaned back and put her weight on her arms behind her.

He reached up and touched the soft flesh of her breasts that were thrust out before her, hungry for his touch. Then he slid them down so that he could rub the soft flesh between the crisp black curls between her legs. She moaned at his attention and moved a little quicker.

The torture was too much for him and he flipped her onto her back so that he could control the pace. He brought her legs up around his neck so that he could bury himself even deeper inside her. She smiled and gripped the iron bars of his headboard for stability as she took him inside.

He increased his pace, feeling the pressure building. Every thrust bringing him closer to release until she softly said his name, sending overover the edge with a yell of triumph. His orgasm was unlike anything he had experienced in a very long time, and he was loath to move from within her.

“Oh Joey.” She whispered as they untangled and spooned together, feeling their heart beats returning to normal. “We are in so much trouble.”

He could only nod in agreement.

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Mako fell to his knees.

He could hear someone crying out behind him. Distantly he thought of Tristan, but the cloud of paint hit him from thinking clearly. His heart must have stopped. It was the only explanation for the loss of feeling through his body.

He started at the boat before him. It had floated to their pier only moments ago, steered intentionally in their direction. He couldn’t breath as his inspection started up the mast.

Tristan stood behind him, still, as if he was cast of stone. He was afraid to move, as if any motion would make this real, he prayed this was just a bad dream. It felt like a dream, surreal in nature. Things like this just didn’t happen…did they?

Hiore, her long black hair flowed around her, her body naked, fishhooks fastened into a crude crown pierced her soft forehead and left tears of blood trailing down her face. She was nailed to the mast in a horrible mockery of the crucifixion

A cry of despair rang out, but neither of them knew who it came from.
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*sigh* so many people to kill and torture, so little time. I need a vacation.

See you all soon