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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
5,452
Reviews:
95
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fourteen
Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-OH or any characters pertaining to to Yu-Gi-Oh. Just doing this for fun and torme
W
Warning: If you have made it this far then you know there is homosexual and heterosexual sex and realtionships, violence, murder, gore.....bad hair cuts.
HERE IT IS !! At long last I was able to produce the next chapter
Sorry it took so long. CLeaning up after the hurricane and all that stuff. Days without power, trees down in the back yard. Job that requires me to organize a lot of cleaning up in the city. What more can I say but...
ENJOY
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The rain had resumed it unrelenting assault on the city, commencing it’s attack shortly before daybreak and showing no signs of letting up. It left the city gray and ugly, like a wet dog.
Joey turned off his car and listened to the sound of the rain beating against the metal of his roof. It was loud and angry, as if it was trying to punch it’s way through the barrier of the vehicle to reach him. There was nothing soothing about the sound today. He tried to rekindle his new found love of the rain born of Isis’ appearance at his door last night, but found himself lacking the imagination to do so. With a sigh he pushed away the remembrance of her soft yielding flesh and erotic sent and turned his thoughts to the unpleasant task at hand.
With a final muster of resolve he left his protective automotive cocoon and entered the cold hallways of the morgue.
Bones was sitting in his office with Tristan and Mako, keeping them warm with fresh coffee, and, much to Joey’s surprise, raising the temperature of the room to near normal. They already wore the familiar expressions of the newly grieving, shock, anger, and most of all despair. Gods, how he hated to look at them now, they would expect something from him, explanations, assurances, promises that he could not make because he was afraid that he could no longer keep them. He felt the disappointment keenly in his gut like an ulcer and grimaced at the emotions that warred inside him.
Bones looked up at the sound of his approach and nodded in way of greeting, as if the sound of his voice might startle the two men who sat in front of him. Tristan looked up and hooked the corner of his mouth in a sad smile. Surprising Joey as he fully expected them to blame him for everything. He would comprehend their anger, and accept it willingly, but this air of understanding was almost enough to undo him.
Mako however did not look up or offer any expression one way or the other. He just started into his coffee cup as it offered all the answers he sought. There was no emotion on his face, his eyes were sunken deep into his head and were rimmed by dark circles. He appeared to be a shell of the outgoing extrovert that Joey had come to know.
He stood near the door with his hands in his pockets, unsure of how to proceed, but was saved from further foray in the uncharted when Lisa appeared on scene. She quickly took her place beside Joey in a show of solidarity that touched him more than he could have imagined. Bones took this as his cue to begin.
“I want to thank you for coming in, especially considering that this meeting is against official policy and could in all probability get all of us fired. “ His eyes indicating Lisa and Joey.
Mako finally looked up from his cup and regarded Bones solemnly.
“Did she suffer?” He paused as his voice cracked with the force of his emotion. “I mean, I know she suffered, but did she suffer long.”
The pleading in his voice was painful to those around him and Tristan turned his head so that they wouldn’t see him fighting the tears in his eyes.
With his usual compassion for both the dead, and those that they leave behind, Bones regarded Joey with an expression oten seen on a parent when they are explaining a difficult subject to a child.
“Mako. I know this is painful and my heart goes out to you. But you can’t dwell on these things. You have to remember Hiroe for the woman that she was, full of life. She is free of all pain now and that is what you have to think on.”
Mako looked as if he wished to say something further but only nodded and swallowed his words.
“What I can tell you is that this one was different. There was urgency to the event. I think the killer is starting to get disorganized, less careful. I found much more evidence, more things left behind. Lisa I have prepared a report for you to review.” He handed her a folder, which she only glanced at quickly before stuffing it under her arm, well aware that this was neither the time nor place to discuss the details.
“I have included a copy there for you as well, Joey.” He added.
Joey nodded his acknowledgement.
“There is something further that I need to speak to both of you about.” His attention was now turned to Mako and Tristan. “From what Joey tells me, you did not have a traditional relationship with Hiroe, which makes this even harder to broach.” He paused, unsure of how to proceed.
“Just ask, I promise there is nothing you can say that is going to offend us at this point.” Tristan offered quietly.
Bones took a deep breath before looking at the two men before him. “Which one of you is the father of her child?”
Mako and Tristan turned to face each other, mutual expressions of shock and horror. Their reactions were answer enough.
~*~*~*~*~
Seto Kaiba felt shame. It wasn’t something he was used to or could deal with in a rational manner. He had mistreated his wife, for that there was no excuse. He closed his eyes as if to shut out the world around him, a desperate need to hide himself away from his actions.
He couldn’t blame her for leaving him, he deserved it. Gods, how stupid could he be. First drinking, allowing himself to lose the control that he keep so tight a reign on, and then driving his wife into the arms of another man. He only wanted her to be happy and look where it left him. It’s not like he had been faithful all these years, but there had never been another woman, and there never would be. There wasn’t a woman out there who could outshine his wife.
He sighed. He could see no way to make up to her for his actions. He could still see the hurt and anger in her eyes as he tried to force himself on her like a common rapist. All this was so beneath him, he is a civilized man, a powerful man. Men like him commanded, not assaulted.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the object on his desk. How the hell was he going to deal with this? As if the situation with his wife wasn’t enough to drain him of strength, now there was this.
He had found it in Mokuba’s room, obviously meant to be hidden away, his dirty little secret.
A sense of panic filled him as he realized that he was yet again faced with a situation that he could not control. There was nothing he could do to stop this. He was starting to feel tired and worn down.
This was his little brother, the brother who once worshiped him, treated him with almost God-like reverence, how could this have happened?
He started down at the hated item, trying not to touch it, it’s very presence was grotesque. He coueel eel nothing but despair at what it meant, not only for Mokuba, but his whole family.
No one must know. No one must ever find out. He had to stop this, and there was only one way to do this.
He quickly stuffed the item into his pocket and grabbed his coat. First he would return it to it’s hiding place, and then he had to make a trip into the city. There was someone he had to see.
~*~*~*~*
Tristan held Mako in his arms like a child and waited for the sobs to finally subside. It was hard to be the one to offer comfort this time, it was unfamiliar to him and he felt awkward and ineffectual.
Mako pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, his face resting on the wall, barely aware of his surroundings.
“We’ll find a way to get through this. You know this don’t you?” He almost whispered the words, trying to comfort him.
Mako only closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his legs in a protective gesture.
“I’ve failed everyone.” He said brokenly. “All I’ve ever wanted to do is make my father happy and I failed him time and time again.”
Tristan tried to touch him but Mako shrugged him off
“It’s true Tristan, first I waste years that we could have been together trying to find him, and then when I finally do it’s too late. He made one request of me. ONE! And now I failed him again. I couldn’t protect Hiroe and now the family he wanted for me is gone.” His voice was harsh with self loathing.
Tristan tried again to hold him but Mako was like stone, unyielding to his touch.
”I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t want it. How she must hate me, I never deserved her; but to fail everyone like this…” his voice trailed off as Tristan shook his head.
“No Mako, don’t talk like that. How could you know this would happen? How could any of us? It’s just as much my responsibility as it was yours. I loved her too.” His voice cracked at the thought of her. “We were a family.”
Mako stood up and turned to Tristan.
“That could have been my son she was carrying. My son Tristan!” His eyes were narrowed with rage and pain. “Do you have any idea what that would have meant to me. A chance to do everything that my father could not do with me. A part of me died with them.”
Tristan clenched his fist angrily, and looked up at Mako
“What about me?! That could have been my baby just as much as yours, don’t you think I would have loved that child? It would have meant the world to me. You aren’t the only one who didn’t get to have a relationship with their father you know. Only mine didn’t have the chance taken from him, it was his choice.”
He got up and put his arms around Mako.
“We can’t fight like this, we need it other, Mako. I love you, let me be strong for both of us for a while.”
Mako nodded mutely and allowed himself to relax a bit into Tristan’s arms. He knew he was being unreasonable but he was so angry that he needed to lash out at something or someone and he didn’t want it to be Tristan. He deserved it least of all.
A tear trickled down his cheek as he buried his face into Tristan’s hair and inhaled his sent. He loved this man so much, but he didn’t deserve him. He didn’t want to screw up Tristan’s life too.
~*~*~*~*
Bakura stood outside the courthouse and waited. He was motionless and silent; years of being a master thief had made him almost invisible to the crowds around him. He knew that if he chose to move at this point, the people next to him would be startled at his seemingly sudden appearance.
He watched the throngs of people leaving the building. The workweek had now ended and most people had gone early on a Friday afternoon.
He watched her walk down the stairs, well aware that she chose to walk for at least half an hour before she arranged for her drive home. With catlike stealth he followed her down the road until she entered the park where her daily exercise often took her.
Suddenly she whirled around, a can of mace clutched tightly in her hand, her eyes narrowed.
“Don’t come any closer!” She threatened, her eyes widening as soon as she realized who her would be stalker was.
“My my, I am impressed, Mai. Most people wouldn’t have known I was there.”
She lowered the can and crossed her arms, replacing her shock with a feign of casual nonchalance.
“Most people don’t work with the dregs of society everyday. So are you going to tell me why you were following me? Some how it doesn’t seem you style.”
Bakura smiled, and Mai had to admit to herself that there was something very sexy about the way his sensual lips twisted into that almost mocking smirk. Even after all these years he still had a lithe appearance that suggested he could show a girl a very good time if he put his mind to it. Bakura’s smile grew as if he was reading her thoughts.
“How well you seem to think you know me Ms. Valentine, or was it Wheeler. Oh that’s right, its Pegasus now isn’t. How is Cyclops anyway?” He taunted.
The smile left her face at his snide comments and she folded her arms across her chest angrily.
“I would thank you to leave Max out of this. He’s not the man you remember. He’s come to terms with his inner demons.” She said with a look that implied that Bakura clearly had not.
He allowed himself a moment to chuckle at her comments, a sexy throaty laugh. The man was every inch a predator. Part of his charm she supposed.
“Let’s forget the pleasantries, shall we Mai? Neither of us is much good at false niceties. I need something from you.”
She arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him in question.
“Your husband has access to some items I need.” He handed her a slip of paper.
She drew in a gasp as she read the writing on it and looked up at him as If he had lost his mind.
”I have no idea where you got the idea that I would have access to any of these items, let alone allow you to have any of them..” She began but he cut her off.
“I’m not stupid, Mai. I know that Pegasus procured these things a long time ago and they have never been returned to the market since. You will find a way to get them for me. A lot of people’s lives depend on it. Especially Yugi’s.”
Mai stared at him silently for a moment, her expression unreadable.
“You sent me the card didn’t you?” She asked surprising him.
He nodded, acknowledging responsibility.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, searching for further clarity, but as always Bakura was never one to give up anymore than he had to.
“Patience, Mai. All will be revealed when the time comes. For now I need you to do this. It’s important or I would never have asked. I’ll find you again soon.”
She continued to stare at him a moment more, and then nodded in agreement to his request. A silent understanding was reached between them.
~*~*~*~
Mokuba felt her heart beating against his chest and closed his eyes in contentment.
Why couldn’t everyday be like this? He asked himself as he stroked her hair gently. She was so soft and wiling right now it was all he could do not to forget his promise to wait.
Kyla snuggled into him, his emotions at war, struggling against his conflicted feelings, desire and love, and something else. He pulled her closer and kissed her soft lips. She made a soft sound of pleasure, as he tasted her, her tongue flicking softly against his lip.
He could feel her breasts flattened against his chest as she pressed herself against him, her thighs touching him. Oh Gods, he was so hard, desperate to bury himself within her, make her cry out his name. He pulled away and tried to catch his breath.
She gave him a look that was almost hurt at his withdrawal; with a tender smile he stroked her hair and allayed any fears she might have.
“Baby, I don’t want to rush things. It has to be perfect.”
Kyla smiled, it was like a ray of sunshine to him and he could not help but to smile back at her.
“Mokuba. I love you. I knew I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you. It doesn’t matter anymore; I know whenever it happens it will be perfect.”
She was too trusting, so young. She had no idea that there was anything out there that might threaten their bond. There were no monsters in her world.
He kissed her gently again and then pulled away.
”There’s something I have to do, and then I’ll meet you back here tonight.” He smiled at her “Wear something nice, I think we should go somewhere special.”
Kyla grinned at him and winked.
“I have just the outfit in mind.”
~*~*~*
The Dark harbinger was tired of the constant accusations. As if their actions were not enough, as if they had somehow failed. Failed…inconceivable.
Did they not follow the instructions to the letter….The very letter!! The rage was blinding, tasted of copper and bile.
What more had to be done? Had they not taken the essence of their victims into themselves? Why had they not attained the perfection that was promised? Why did they still suffer?
There was one who stood in the way. The hunter; and he would not give up. The harbinger could sense him close on their heels. Closer than he realized if he just took a moment to see things as they really were. It was so easy to walk around in this world blind to the things around them. Caught in their own fantasies.
There was one way to take care of the hunter. It would be the most pleasurable kill of all, ripe with suffering and pain.
He would know pain… their pain. The pain of loss.
~*~*~*~*~
Kyla finished brushing her long blond hair. It fell in soft golden waves about her face, the way that she knew Mokuba loved. How many times did he bury his face into her hair when they were together?
She wore a tight fitting blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and complimented the violet in her eyes. It was going to be perfect.
Behind her she heard the front door open and frowned. He was early. She still had to finish painting her toenails and putting on the rest of her make up.
"You’re early.” She pouted as she looked into the mirror behind her.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“What are you doing?!!” She cried too late.
Suddenly a sharp pain at the back of her head blinded her and threw her forward onto the dresser. She felt as if her head had been shattered into a thousand pieces. Her vision suddenly narrowed and grew dim. She tried to call out for help but the darkness took her.
By: Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-OH or any characters pertaining to to Yu-Gi-Oh. Just doing this for fun and torme
W
Warning: If you have made it this far then you know there is homosexual and heterosexual sex and realtionships, violence, murder, gore.....bad hair cuts.
HERE IT IS !! At long last I was able to produce the next chapter
Sorry it took so long. CLeaning up after the hurricane and all that stuff. Days without power, trees down in the back yard. Job that requires me to organize a lot of cleaning up in the city. What more can I say but...
ENJOY
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The rain had resumed it unrelenting assault on the city, commencing it’s attack shortly before daybreak and showing no signs of letting up. It left the city gray and ugly, like a wet dog.
Joey turned off his car and listened to the sound of the rain beating against the metal of his roof. It was loud and angry, as if it was trying to punch it’s way through the barrier of the vehicle to reach him. There was nothing soothing about the sound today. He tried to rekindle his new found love of the rain born of Isis’ appearance at his door last night, but found himself lacking the imagination to do so. With a sigh he pushed away the remembrance of her soft yielding flesh and erotic sent and turned his thoughts to the unpleasant task at hand.
With a final muster of resolve he left his protective automotive cocoon and entered the cold hallways of the morgue.
Bones was sitting in his office with Tristan and Mako, keeping them warm with fresh coffee, and, much to Joey’s surprise, raising the temperature of the room to near normal. They already wore the familiar expressions of the newly grieving, shock, anger, and most of all despair. Gods, how he hated to look at them now, they would expect something from him, explanations, assurances, promises that he could not make because he was afraid that he could no longer keep them. He felt the disappointment keenly in his gut like an ulcer and grimaced at the emotions that warred inside him.
Bones looked up at the sound of his approach and nodded in way of greeting, as if the sound of his voice might startle the two men who sat in front of him. Tristan looked up and hooked the corner of his mouth in a sad smile. Surprising Joey as he fully expected them to blame him for everything. He would comprehend their anger, and accept it willingly, but this air of understanding was almost enough to undo him.
Mako however did not look up or offer any expression one way or the other. He just started into his coffee cup as it offered all the answers he sought. There was no emotion on his face, his eyes were sunken deep into his head and were rimmed by dark circles. He appeared to be a shell of the outgoing extrovert that Joey had come to know.
He stood near the door with his hands in his pockets, unsure of how to proceed, but was saved from further foray in the uncharted when Lisa appeared on scene. She quickly took her place beside Joey in a show of solidarity that touched him more than he could have imagined. Bones took this as his cue to begin.
“I want to thank you for coming in, especially considering that this meeting is against official policy and could in all probability get all of us fired. “ His eyes indicating Lisa and Joey.
Mako finally looked up from his cup and regarded Bones solemnly.
“Did she suffer?” He paused as his voice cracked with the force of his emotion. “I mean, I know she suffered, but did she suffer long.”
The pleading in his voice was painful to those around him and Tristan turned his head so that they wouldn’t see him fighting the tears in his eyes.
With his usual compassion for both the dead, and those that they leave behind, Bones regarded Joey with an expression oten seen on a parent when they are explaining a difficult subject to a child.
“Mako. I know this is painful and my heart goes out to you. But you can’t dwell on these things. You have to remember Hiroe for the woman that she was, full of life. She is free of all pain now and that is what you have to think on.”
Mako looked as if he wished to say something further but only nodded and swallowed his words.
“What I can tell you is that this one was different. There was urgency to the event. I think the killer is starting to get disorganized, less careful. I found much more evidence, more things left behind. Lisa I have prepared a report for you to review.” He handed her a folder, which she only glanced at quickly before stuffing it under her arm, well aware that this was neither the time nor place to discuss the details.
“I have included a copy there for you as well, Joey.” He added.
Joey nodded his acknowledgement.
“There is something further that I need to speak to both of you about.” His attention was now turned to Mako and Tristan. “From what Joey tells me, you did not have a traditional relationship with Hiroe, which makes this even harder to broach.” He paused, unsure of how to proceed.
“Just ask, I promise there is nothing you can say that is going to offend us at this point.” Tristan offered quietly.
Bones took a deep breath before looking at the two men before him. “Which one of you is the father of her child?”
Mako and Tristan turned to face each other, mutual expressions of shock and horror. Their reactions were answer enough.
~*~*~*~*~
Seto Kaiba felt shame. It wasn’t something he was used to or could deal with in a rational manner. He had mistreated his wife, for that there was no excuse. He closed his eyes as if to shut out the world around him, a desperate need to hide himself away from his actions.
He couldn’t blame her for leaving him, he deserved it. Gods, how stupid could he be. First drinking, allowing himself to lose the control that he keep so tight a reign on, and then driving his wife into the arms of another man. He only wanted her to be happy and look where it left him. It’s not like he had been faithful all these years, but there had never been another woman, and there never would be. There wasn’t a woman out there who could outshine his wife.
He sighed. He could see no way to make up to her for his actions. He could still see the hurt and anger in her eyes as he tried to force himself on her like a common rapist. All this was so beneath him, he is a civilized man, a powerful man. Men like him commanded, not assaulted.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the object on his desk. How the hell was he going to deal with this? As if the situation with his wife wasn’t enough to drain him of strength, now there was this.
He had found it in Mokuba’s room, obviously meant to be hidden away, his dirty little secret.
A sense of panic filled him as he realized that he was yet again faced with a situation that he could not control. There was nothing he could do to stop this. He was starting to feel tired and worn down.
This was his little brother, the brother who once worshiped him, treated him with almost God-like reverence, how could this have happened?
He started down at the hated item, trying not to touch it, it’s very presence was grotesque. He coueel eel nothing but despair at what it meant, not only for Mokuba, but his whole family.
No one must know. No one must ever find out. He had to stop this, and there was only one way to do this.
He quickly stuffed the item into his pocket and grabbed his coat. First he would return it to it’s hiding place, and then he had to make a trip into the city. There was someone he had to see.
~*~*~*~*
Tristan held Mako in his arms like a child and waited for the sobs to finally subside. It was hard to be the one to offer comfort this time, it was unfamiliar to him and he felt awkward and ineffectual.
Mako pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, his face resting on the wall, barely aware of his surroundings.
“We’ll find a way to get through this. You know this don’t you?” He almost whispered the words, trying to comfort him.
Mako only closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his legs in a protective gesture.
“I’ve failed everyone.” He said brokenly. “All I’ve ever wanted to do is make my father happy and I failed him time and time again.”
Tristan tried to touch him but Mako shrugged him off
“It’s true Tristan, first I waste years that we could have been together trying to find him, and then when I finally do it’s too late. He made one request of me. ONE! And now I failed him again. I couldn’t protect Hiroe and now the family he wanted for me is gone.” His voice was harsh with self loathing.
Tristan tried again to hold him but Mako was like stone, unyielding to his touch.
”I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t want it. How she must hate me, I never deserved her; but to fail everyone like this…” his voice trailed off as Tristan shook his head.
“No Mako, don’t talk like that. How could you know this would happen? How could any of us? It’s just as much my responsibility as it was yours. I loved her too.” His voice cracked at the thought of her. “We were a family.”
Mako stood up and turned to Tristan.
“That could have been my son she was carrying. My son Tristan!” His eyes were narrowed with rage and pain. “Do you have any idea what that would have meant to me. A chance to do everything that my father could not do with me. A part of me died with them.”
Tristan clenched his fist angrily, and looked up at Mako
“What about me?! That could have been my baby just as much as yours, don’t you think I would have loved that child? It would have meant the world to me. You aren’t the only one who didn’t get to have a relationship with their father you know. Only mine didn’t have the chance taken from him, it was his choice.”
He got up and put his arms around Mako.
“We can’t fight like this, we need it other, Mako. I love you, let me be strong for both of us for a while.”
Mako nodded mutely and allowed himself to relax a bit into Tristan’s arms. He knew he was being unreasonable but he was so angry that he needed to lash out at something or someone and he didn’t want it to be Tristan. He deserved it least of all.
A tear trickled down his cheek as he buried his face into Tristan’s hair and inhaled his sent. He loved this man so much, but he didn’t deserve him. He didn’t want to screw up Tristan’s life too.
~*~*~*~*
Bakura stood outside the courthouse and waited. He was motionless and silent; years of being a master thief had made him almost invisible to the crowds around him. He knew that if he chose to move at this point, the people next to him would be startled at his seemingly sudden appearance.
He watched the throngs of people leaving the building. The workweek had now ended and most people had gone early on a Friday afternoon.
He watched her walk down the stairs, well aware that she chose to walk for at least half an hour before she arranged for her drive home. With catlike stealth he followed her down the road until she entered the park where her daily exercise often took her.
Suddenly she whirled around, a can of mace clutched tightly in her hand, her eyes narrowed.
“Don’t come any closer!” She threatened, her eyes widening as soon as she realized who her would be stalker was.
“My my, I am impressed, Mai. Most people wouldn’t have known I was there.”
She lowered the can and crossed her arms, replacing her shock with a feign of casual nonchalance.
“Most people don’t work with the dregs of society everyday. So are you going to tell me why you were following me? Some how it doesn’t seem you style.”
Bakura smiled, and Mai had to admit to herself that there was something very sexy about the way his sensual lips twisted into that almost mocking smirk. Even after all these years he still had a lithe appearance that suggested he could show a girl a very good time if he put his mind to it. Bakura’s smile grew as if he was reading her thoughts.
“How well you seem to think you know me Ms. Valentine, or was it Wheeler. Oh that’s right, its Pegasus now isn’t. How is Cyclops anyway?” He taunted.
The smile left her face at his snide comments and she folded her arms across her chest angrily.
“I would thank you to leave Max out of this. He’s not the man you remember. He’s come to terms with his inner demons.” She said with a look that implied that Bakura clearly had not.
He allowed himself a moment to chuckle at her comments, a sexy throaty laugh. The man was every inch a predator. Part of his charm she supposed.
“Let’s forget the pleasantries, shall we Mai? Neither of us is much good at false niceties. I need something from you.”
She arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him in question.
“Your husband has access to some items I need.” He handed her a slip of paper.
She drew in a gasp as she read the writing on it and looked up at him as If he had lost his mind.
”I have no idea where you got the idea that I would have access to any of these items, let alone allow you to have any of them..” She began but he cut her off.
“I’m not stupid, Mai. I know that Pegasus procured these things a long time ago and they have never been returned to the market since. You will find a way to get them for me. A lot of people’s lives depend on it. Especially Yugi’s.”
Mai stared at him silently for a moment, her expression unreadable.
“You sent me the card didn’t you?” She asked surprising him.
He nodded, acknowledging responsibility.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, searching for further clarity, but as always Bakura was never one to give up anymore than he had to.
“Patience, Mai. All will be revealed when the time comes. For now I need you to do this. It’s important or I would never have asked. I’ll find you again soon.”
She continued to stare at him a moment more, and then nodded in agreement to his request. A silent understanding was reached between them.
~*~*~*~
Mokuba felt her heart beating against his chest and closed his eyes in contentment.
Why couldn’t everyday be like this? He asked himself as he stroked her hair gently. She was so soft and wiling right now it was all he could do not to forget his promise to wait.
Kyla snuggled into him, his emotions at war, struggling against his conflicted feelings, desire and love, and something else. He pulled her closer and kissed her soft lips. She made a soft sound of pleasure, as he tasted her, her tongue flicking softly against his lip.
He could feel her breasts flattened against his chest as she pressed herself against him, her thighs touching him. Oh Gods, he was so hard, desperate to bury himself within her, make her cry out his name. He pulled away and tried to catch his breath.
She gave him a look that was almost hurt at his withdrawal; with a tender smile he stroked her hair and allayed any fears she might have.
“Baby, I don’t want to rush things. It has to be perfect.”
Kyla smiled, it was like a ray of sunshine to him and he could not help but to smile back at her.
“Mokuba. I love you. I knew I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you. It doesn’t matter anymore; I know whenever it happens it will be perfect.”
She was too trusting, so young. She had no idea that there was anything out there that might threaten their bond. There were no monsters in her world.
He kissed her gently again and then pulled away.
”There’s something I have to do, and then I’ll meet you back here tonight.” He smiled at her “Wear something nice, I think we should go somewhere special.”
Kyla grinned at him and winked.
“I have just the outfit in mind.”
~*~*~*
The Dark harbinger was tired of the constant accusations. As if their actions were not enough, as if they had somehow failed. Failed…inconceivable.
Did they not follow the instructions to the letter….The very letter!! The rage was blinding, tasted of copper and bile.
What more had to be done? Had they not taken the essence of their victims into themselves? Why had they not attained the perfection that was promised? Why did they still suffer?
There was one who stood in the way. The hunter; and he would not give up. The harbinger could sense him close on their heels. Closer than he realized if he just took a moment to see things as they really were. It was so easy to walk around in this world blind to the things around them. Caught in their own fantasies.
There was one way to take care of the hunter. It would be the most pleasurable kill of all, ripe with suffering and pain.
He would know pain… their pain. The pain of loss.
~*~*~*~*~
Kyla finished brushing her long blond hair. It fell in soft golden waves about her face, the way that she knew Mokuba loved. How many times did he bury his face into her hair when they were together?
She wore a tight fitting blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and complimented the violet in her eyes. It was going to be perfect.
Behind her she heard the front door open and frowned. He was early. She still had to finish painting her toenails and putting on the rest of her make up.
"You’re early.” She pouted as she looked into the mirror behind her.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“What are you doing?!!” She cried too late.
Suddenly a sharp pain at the back of her head blinded her and threw her forward onto the dresser. She felt as if her head had been shattered into a thousand pieces. Her vision suddenly narrowed and grew dim. She tried to call out for help but the darkness took her.
~*~*~*
I promise I will be much faster from now own.
I bet I am going to get in a lot of trouble soon too..
He he I love trouble.
Oh by the way no flames .. just reivew
EVIL MJ