What Became of Me (sequel to "I love You, But")

Title: What Became of Me (Sequel to “I love you but”)

Summary: Halo! Nice to see y’all again. I’m back and this time I’m taking a neglected couple and forcing them together through rape and then true love. All in the course of three weeks (which will not be the number of chapters in this fic nor the amount of time I update, just the timeframe of the story.) So I’m going to take Leon who was molested repeatedly by Sieg in my last fic and make him become a very depressed character who can’t be satisfied by anyone except Mokuba who is going to be staying in their house after a strange twist of fate. Leon has plans to use blackmail to force Mokuba to bend over for him, but could there be more than lust behind the abused teens eyes? Read and find out! If you love me you’ll comment….so comment or I’ll kill you in your sleep…. (NOT REALLY!!!!)

Disclaimer: I Do not own yuu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children’s eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have. I wouldn’t have to go to this crappy collage…*thinks* oh heaven. (Yes I plan to keep my disclaimer the same for all of my FFs)

Author’s Note: Wow, I updated fast! Is my secret driving you crazy yet? Huh? Huh?!!! Doubtful, you’re probably all thinking “who the hell does this girl think she is? Why should I care about some stupid secret she’s got? It’s probably a lie anyway. God, what a retard.” Am I right? We’ll I can say I think I am who I am, Sandra Smythe, and my secret ain’t a lie. But it will be surprising. This chapter has a bit of lemon in it, but not real detailed because it involves Leon dearly hated Sarah my hated OC who is stupid…well that’s a long A/N…

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After dinner the night before the Kaiba’s arrived, where Sieg announced to the household that he could not ‘spend time’ with me tonight incase the Kaiba’s decided to show up early, I went to my room and sat at my desk waiting. Just waiting for her to arrive, like she did, every night, pestering me every hour on the hour after her shift was done. She was ten minutes late. Twenty minutes late. Thirty minutes late. Not coming? How could I be so stupid as to think that?

Nine O’clock, I’m still sitting at my desk when my door creaks open and Sarah pops her brunette head in with the stupid grin on her face and almost immediately tries to get me into the bed. To anyone besides me she’s the only innocent looking maid in and out of the household. I mean, she used to be very innocent, before I took her virginity. I always have hated virgins, first off I hate the sight of blood and I also hate that gross feeling of breaking their hymen and how they scream and dig their nails into you and pull your hear and occasionally slap you and you to get away, away! Like it’s your fault that they seduced you. One of these weird women tried to take me to court for rape, but I’m smarter than that. Even with Sarah, every night before I sleep with them I make them sign their name on like a little contract I typed up one night and date it. (I already have ten sheets front and back for Sarah, the damned whore.)

“Hey, sweet heart. What’s up?” Sarah asked me as she made the point to clear away the papers she thought I was reading and then sat on my desk.

I let out a sigh and stared at this girl. Why did I make the mistake of sleeping with her? And why is she so attached to me?

“Waiting for you.” I offer her a cheap smile and looks over me.

“Why don’t you ever smile when you say that to me? You’re always frowning, even in bed. Aren’t you ever happy? Don’t I make you happy?” Do I be straight forward with her? I could see it now.


“No, you don’t make me happy, in fact I hate your guts. Please die.” But I doubt even saying that would get her away from me. She’d probably say something like:

“Oh you, silly, you’re trying to be all serious right? You’re playing all tough guy.” Lick her lips and then try to drag me into bed. God I /hate/ this girl!


But I don’t say that, instead I say something better.

“I only look sad because the thought of having to be apart from you for three weeks is tearing me apart.” A fake smile, it fools her, she stands up from the desk, grabs my wrist, and pulls me towards the bed.

“Then pay me a dime for overtime and you’ll be too tired to miss me.” Sarah always has had corny lines. As if I’d pay her to sleep with me. If anything I’d pay her 10,000 to leave me alone.

“Alright, I’m up for that.” I stand up, shut off the light, push her towards the bed, and I screw her brains out. She rips off my clothes like she’s some monster and I take my time removing only her shoes and panties, I don’t want to see more.

Now Sarah has this fetish of shoving my head between her legs and making me lick her until she’s wet. I hate that so much, she tastes gross and I hate her so much. And the worst part is she won’t let me lift my head all the while pressing on it with enough force to snap my neck. And she’s ticklish. If my hair does so much as brushes her inner thigh she’s giggling and squealing and slapping me on the back of the head telling me not to tease not to tease on and on and on. I hate her laugh. She laughs like a freakin hyena!

Then I have to waste a half hour of my night being gentle and violent at her commands. One of these day I swear that I’m just going to thrust into her so hard that I break something over and over and over just so she can see the pain that I had to go through. She loves it whenever Siegfried talks about fucking me. She thinks it’s so wonderful the pain I’m put through. The torment and anguish. And she’s forced me to tell her over and over about my first night with Sieg. To tell her of my pain, in detail, everywhere it hurt, everything he said, everything I said, everywhere he touched, caressed, beat, teased, bit, fucked. On and on and on till she’s begging to be screwed and I comply simply glad to shut her up and am about to loose my mind!

But they all say the same thing about my feelings. Just because I was hurt doesn’t mean that I have the right to hurt others the same way. But I do! Oh I do! They provoke me to do it, they want to hear my stories, they ask to hear of all the pain my brother put me through. I used to cry before I could even tell them, I used to cry. Emphasis on /used./ I don’t cry anymore, even when my brother and father are so violent with me that I know if they fuck me any harder I’ll surly bleed to death. I will not give them that satisfaction. If they screw me they won’t get so much as a whimper out of me. Neither from pleasure or pain.

And here I am, pounding between Sarah’s thighs when out of the blue she starts her future talk in between her pants and moans.

“When you’re older, oooh, we’ll get, ngh, married! And, unngh! We’ll adopt a child. “Ah, oh, a boy, ungh, lets get a little boy!” Then I can’t take it anymore. I didn’t think that what I would say could’ve been a very bad mistake.

“Why? So I can fuck him?” I smile down at this crazy woman whom I’ve never called beautiful, whom I’ve never told that I love her or that I hate her, and whom I’ve never told that she can’t satisfy me and that I don’t ever want to be with her.

“Oh you wouldn’t!” She reaches up to grip my hair slightly painfully as she always does as a means to punish me for being bad. She doesn’t understand me.

“Yes I would!” I thrust into her as hard as I can extracting a squeal of pleasure from her, not the pain that I’d hoped for. She thought that I was talking dirty, which I guess you could say I was. If I had a child of my own weather it be adopted or not I wouldn’t /ever/ hurt him the way I was hurt. The same goes if I had a daughter. If anything I’d keep everything sexual away from her. Make her a good girl and never tell her what I went through and not let her mother either.

“You’re such a liAR!” And I cum as does she and I think I’ve finally gotten rid of this woman for the next few weeks, but I’m wrong. She rolls me over and curls up next to me actually thinking about falling asleep in my bed leaving us to be discovered or undiscovered in my bedroom. But I won’t allow it. The only person that actually sleeps in this bed in this room is /me./ It’s mine and I want to be the only one in here, even Mokuba Kaiba will not sleep in this bed. And I think he’s wonderful, unlike this whore.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

“Sleeping, now hush up and do the same,” she says as she cuddles closer.

“No.” I sit up and she giggles and then smiles up at me thinking that I’m joking until she sees my face. I stare at her as if I’m about to kill her. She looks afraid, much like I probably did on my first night with Siegfried.

“What’s the matter, Leon? Why are you so angry? You were fine a minute ago.” Something about her face aroused me again. She looked frightened. And for some reason I straddled her and screwed her again as violently as I could despite her confused protests. I didn’t realize how violent I was getting until I felt blood starting to wash over me and see that Sarah was no longer protesting me but sobbing and begging me to stop and informing me that I was hurting her. I was raping her, she hadn’t singed for a double love making like I’ve made her do before. Despite my guilty conscious I didn’t stop until I came again. She screamed and I was glad that the door was locked.

When I was finished, but not satisfied, I let Sarah sit up and yell at me and I had to defend myself against her ‘how dare you do that to someone you love’ with my ‘I never said I loved you speech’ and then have her hit me over and over and then finally pull on her panties and go to leave the room. By that time I realized that I couldn’t just let her walk off and tell the world that I raped her.

I got to the door before she could and grabbed her in a hug despite her violent protest and pretended to apologize from the bottom of my heart and claim that I’d lost my mind. That I had a break down. That I was so confused and hurt. Eventually she began to feel sorry for me and in the end tried to comfort me when it was her that I was supposed to be comforting.

“It’s alright, I won’t hold you to it. I can understand why it happened, but next time just remember that I love you and that I’m never gonna hurt you like that man did. And if you ever have anything you just need to get off your chest I’m listening.” One thought came to mind when she said that. /Okay mom…god…/ She sounded like a mother! ‘If you ever have anything you want to tell me you can tell me no matter what bla bla bla.’

“I’ll consider that,” and with a cheesy smile and gentle kiss and a reassuring that she wasn’t mad anymore she whisked herself out my door and down the stairs to the apartment that only three “special” live-in housekeepers got.

She left me alone to think over what the hell I’d just done…

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A/N: Aw, poor Leon, he went nutzo and lost his mind. But he fixed it up. I doubt I’ll update again so quickly, but I might so tune in next time you get the chance and see if I updated. Well that’s it for now…ciao