Clarity of Passion

Clarity of Passion
By Evil MJ

Disclaimer - I do not own Yugi-oh, or any of their characters....I only own the twisted situations I torment them with

Warning --- S E X....run run from the room kids....!!!!

Draconxy - Wait to you REALLY see what I have planned for your little Muse..snicker

Nancy - glad you are yingying it

Kool - keep a good grip on your seat, I wouldn't want you to fall

Aspiker - I love it when someone picks up on the little things

Elaya- Don't make things worse..bake..freeze...eek

Dragondreamer ---this chapter is for you and your inablity to say one little word. you know what it is..SAY IT, SAY IT....

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So Many Secrets


Razan Gakusha had kissed his children good night with more tenderness and love than he had ever shown in their whole short s. Is. It was as if he was trying to infuse all his emotions into one intimate act, he hoped with all his being that they would understand and know that their father had loved them more than his life. He hoped they would one day grow to see their father as a man who put the needs of his family above those of his own. He hoped that they would look upon his memory with love and compassion, with forgiveness.

He took another drink, the liquor burning down his throat, numbing him. He wanted to be numb. He was not a coward but he did not want to feel too much pain. He would be swift and accurate when the time came.

He thought of his wife, his beautiful wife, and hoped that her unwavering strength would be enough to bring them through the dark times that would befall them. He had left them enough money, they would want for nothing, except perhaps their father/husband. He could see no other way to wipe out the shame, to expunge the black mar that would follow them for the rest of their lives. He had tried to be strong, but it was not enough and he had failed at this task. Ultimately though, he felt strength in the knowledge that his children would live on, and if there was any justice in this life they would not know of the taint that caused his final act.

A tear trickled down his cheek as he thought on them with love, which he then quickly wiped away. He was a man, and would die with dignity, not like a weeping woman.

With one last look at the empty box that sat upon his desk he walked over to the center of the room and positioned himself so that he was kneeling on the floor, the long ceremonial dagger in his hand. He did not have the traditional blade used for such an act, but relied on what he had on hand.

With great conviction that this was his only resort, he plunged the dagger into his stomach below the waist on the left side, drew it across to the right and, turning it, gave a slight cut upward. He was not prepared for the pain and it took all of his mental abilities not to cry out. His last thoughts were to ensure that he fell forward, a noble always fell forward.

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He couldn’t breathe. It was as if his brain and his lungs had given up on direct communication and he was left floundering. How could anyone look so beauti so so amazing? He felt his body reacting to her presence in the room, growing hard with need.
Her eyes went from his face and down his body, lingering a moment on his almost painful erection.

*How the hell could she have known?*

He watched the corner of her mouth twitch slightly in amusement.
*Great, now she’s reading my mind.*

“Isis. You want to tell me what was so important?” He said firmly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

She walked, no, more like glided across the room, the slit in her skirt occasionally allowing a glimpse of her perfectly toned legs. She moved like water, fluid and graceful, he couldn’t help but feel appreciation of her natural abilities.

“Joey.” She breathed his name. It sounded like music; her voice was soft and feminine.

Joey suddenly realized that that was one of the things he liked the most about her. She was never harsh, never acting like she needed to prove herself, trying to be one of the men. She found her power by embracing her femininity, she had strength in her softness, she could command and still make a guy feel like a man. He fought to keep from touching her.

“I need your help, Joey. I need you.”

He cleared his throat. *Gods, I almost moaned when she said that.*, he thought in dit. t. Trying to be nonchalant he kept his expression blank.

“You barely spoke two words to me in the last few months and suddenly I’m expected to come running to you like a lap dog when you need something?” He snapped angrily, almost enjoying her flinch at his words.

“You’re right. I have been pushing you away for some time, but you have to understand, Joey, I had my reasons, good ones.”

Joey couldn’t help himself from rolling his eyes. “You know I am getting pretty fucking tired of women pushing me away for good reasons.”

Even Isis had to smile at that comment.

“I have children Joey. Children who need protection from what is going on around them. I had to put them first.” She put a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes for some compassion. “Tell me you understand that. You of all people can understand.”

Joey sighed, all his resentment starting to fade. She had struck home, knowing the one area where he was most vulnerable.

“You’re right.” He muttered, as if the words were difficult to say. “Of course, you’re right.” He patted her hand, feeling the unspoken connection of parents.

She smiled wanly, suddenly looking tired. “I have been trying to be there for them, now that Seto has drawn so far away from us all. He has become a different man, withdrawing from the world. He is no longer a husband to me; he’s barely even a friend.”

Joey touched her face with a soft caress, her sko wao warm and soft beneath his rough hand.

“Isis.” He longed to take the pain from her but had no idea where tort. rt.

“I didn’t come here for sympathy, Joey. I came here for strength. I know you can help me. I have been having visions for sometime now. They are so strong and they belay a warning of something horrible to come. But I am blocked from seeing their conclusion. There is a force out there that doesn’t want m see see what is to come. A very strong force.”

“How can I help you, Isis? You know I would do anything to protect you, but the supernatural realm is a little beyond my grasp.” Gods, she smelled good, he could feel her heat she was so close.

“We can work together, Joey. I can handle the spiritual side of things, but I need you to help me with the mortal world. Something bad is happening and I need you to keep your eyes out. I think there are clues out there as to what is going on that you might be able to see, signs that you might not normally notice. I need you to make yourself open to every possibility.”

“Shit. So you’re telling me to look for something, but you don’t know what.”

She nodd

“Oh, well, that should be easy. Hell, I do that everyday in my job.”

Isis didn’t say anything but merely stared at him, he could feel his heart accelerating but refused to give into the desire to take her right then and there. As if sensing his need her lips parted slightly.

“I said I wouldn’t do this Joey, but I need you so much. I have for a long time now. Please don’t turn away from me.”

She put her arms around him and slowly moved rds rds him until she could place her lips on his. Joey felt like a bolt of electri has has just shot through him. He had no idea how such a small action could cause such a strong feeling. She parted his lips with her tongue, pressing her self hard against him and then allowing herself to taste him. She was insistent, her need making her far bolder than she ever would have been normally.

With a groan Joey pulled away and pushed her back a bit. A look of confusion and hurt crossed her face for only a mt bet before Joey began to undo the zipper at the back of her skirt, letting it slide to the floor. With a small smile of understanding Isis stood still and allowed him to unbutton her shirt so that she was left standing only in her underwear, small scraps of lace and satin.

Joey slid his hands to her waist and quickly removed her panties, kneeling down before her; she could feel the heat of his breath on her mound as he parted her folds and began to slide his tongue in and out of her already wet core. Her heart began to increase in pace and she closed her eyes, making soft mewling noises as he alternated between licking and drawing on the small bud. She grabbed his shoulders as her legs began to shake, her cries growing louder as she began to climax, shattering into a thousand piece he he thrust his fingers into her center, finding the spot that would send her over the edge. She cried out his name with a sob and he captured her in his arms before she fell to the floor.

“Isis.” he moaned, his voice husky. “I need to feel myself in you, baby.”

He let her remove his shirt while he quickly removed his pants and underwear. Unable to wait a moment longer he thrust himself deep with her. She was so hot and tight he could barely keep from losing it right then and there. Her face was flushed and her eyes half closed as she began to move beneath him, urging him on.

With a growl he began to pound into her, there was no tenderness in his actions, he felt like an animal as he ravaged her. Isis lifted her head up so that she could snake her tongue into his ear, and nibble on his ear lobe. His could feel the touch of her mouth right into his arousal and he tried to slow down his strokes before he came too soon.

“No.” Isis pleaded in his ear. “Don’t stop, Joey, it feels good. I want you to be rough.” She begged.

Needing no further encouragement, he regained his rhythm, bringing her legs over his shoulders and thrusting hard and deep. Their voices echoed in the room as he brought them both to a mind blowing orgasm that left them panting and sweaty.

They lay there like that for a moment before Joey withdrew from her, feeling almost a physical loss.

“Man, I needed that.” He murmured drawing her into his arms.

Isis began a slow exploration of his body, and to his amazement he found himself growing hard again as she touched his half flaccid penis. He reached over to touch her but she slapped him away.

“No, let me do this.” She said softly as she stroked the now rigid shaft between his legs, her other hand caressing the soft sac beneath and teasing the sensitive flesh below.

He moaned as she stroked him, slowly at first, closing about the length of him in a firm grip.

She worked him until he thought he would explode and then stopped suddenly so that she could straddle him, siding herselfo ofo of him until he was buried deep within her.

”So good.” She ed. ed.

He reached up and removed the bra that concealed her breasts; he longed to feel the weight of them in his hands. Freed, he caressed them, soft and tanned, her dark nipples hard and tight, reacting to his touch. She moved slowly, her eyes closed and head thrown back. Gods, she was beautiful. He moved downward so that he could play with her clitoris as she rode him, bringing her the same pleasure that she had given him.

Her motions began to increase and he watched as her hips move, her motions graceful and sensual. He said her name over and over as she rode him to one final, explosive, wonderful climax that left him shattered. Following him over the edge Isis cried out and allowed herself to fall forward into a weak embrace.

“I love you, Joey Wheeler.” She whispered into his ear.

His heart felt like it had stopped in that moment and he tightened his hold on her as if he was afraid he might lose her.

“Don’t ever forget that.”
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The garden was amazing, it’s flowers a riot of colour and scent. It was enough to leave a person overwhelmed at times. But despite its beauty it was still a prison, just another type of walls to keep him in.

Seto had given in to his pleas for freedom and had allowed him to roam the gardens, giving him access to a whole wing of the house. However it soon became obvious that the exits were locked, the grounds fenced in, and security guards watched him, never allowing him a moment of solitude. He was very tired of the phrase “for your protection”.

“I see you are admiring my garden.” A low voice commented from behind him, he could actually sense Setog beg before he ever said anything. The bond between them made him all aware of his captor’s location. “I had many of these plants imported, and some of the best gardeners in the world tend to them.”

Yugi refused to face him. “Do they bring you any happiness?” He snarled.

Seto chuckled making Yugi feel like a small child who had said something cute.

“Of course. There is no point in having money if you cannot use it to buy you the things you want.”

“Like me.” He stated angrily but Seto ignored him, sitting down on the bench beside him.

“When are you going to realize that I did not bring you here to hurt you? You will be better soon.” He gave Yugi and conciliatory pat on the shoulder but Yugi pulleay. ay.

“You know there is something missing, don’t you?” He shouted, startling Seto, and Yugi could have sworn that the look of concern slipped a moment and revealed guilt. “You know that I am missing something important but you don’t want me to find it. I felt it you know. In my dreams I can feel like I am searching for something but you are always there blocking me.”
to nto nodded to a guard standing at the entrance who quickly disappeared into the mansion.

“It’s like you are trying to replace something in my head. What am I missing? What is it, Seto, tell me!” He yelled, agitated, but Seto merely held up his hands.

”Calm down, Yugi. You are still confused, you need time to mend. Stop upsetting yourself like this.”

Yugi stood up, wild now with his frustration, tired of the captivity. Suddenly he began to understand the look he had seen he ehe eyes of the zoo animals in the city. With a growl he turned on Seto.

”I need the Dark Magician.” He announced, he knew that what ever it was it would help him.

Seto blanched and stood up to face him, looking down on the angry youth. “There is no Dark Magician Yugi. It was merely a card, a part of the game.”

“We both know that isn’t true!” Yugi replied, screaming now,ble ble to control his emotions, he struck out at Seto with his words. “The Dark Magician, that’s it isn’t it…that’s what your trying to hide from me.” Unconsciously he reached up to his neck, trying to find something that wasn’t there.

“No, there’s something else isn’t there Seto?” He couldn’t stop screaming, a dam had broken inside him and there was no controlling it. From the corner of his eye he could see the guard had returned, a man in a white coat standing beside him.

“What is it Seto…what it is!” He raged.

Strong arms grabbed him from behind and held him tight like a steel vice. He stared up at Seto, who was now pale from the attack, concern and something else, some emotion that Yugi could not name, clear on his face.

A sting in his arm made him turn his attention to the two men beside him and realized the man in the white coat had just injected something into him.

“NO. Don’t do this.” He could feel himself slipping away, his vision getting narrow and dark, his tongue thick. “YAMI!”

And then he feel sweet embrace of the drugs in his system.

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He fell into the sweet embrace of the drug in his system like a lover. They took his pain away and made him feel strong again.

Mokuba closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift in the pleasure. He didn’t really need the drugs anymore, but they gave him an escape. An escape from the failure that had been trailing him since the incident with Tea.

She had unmanned him so easily, taking Kyla and stringing him up like a twisted meat puppet. He had no idea how to get his self respect back, how to become the man he was in the eyes of his love. She claimed that she still loved him and respected him, but how could she? He was disgusted by his own weakness. And he knew he must be right, his own brother didn’t even come to see him. Mokuba knew that he must be ashamed of him.

There was a time when Seto would have been by his side, protecting him, demanding the best doctors and providing him what he needed. Seto would have found a way to ensure that Tea, the one who had hurt his family, would have met with the fate she deserved.

Yet she lived. And Mokuba lay here in his bed, alone. Seto had only seen him once and Mokuba could tell his thoughts were elsewhere, his attention on something else. He had disappointed his big brother and he had no idea what to do to change that.

He didn’t feel like a man anymore, he was no longer worthy to be a Kaiba. Defeated, he let the chemicals take away his hurt.

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Malik touched the statue that adorned the hallway of the Kaiba mansion. Such opulence, and flaunted with such ego. It should be his. All his life he had been taught to serve others, he had failed the last time he sought to break free of that training.

Years of living with out the power of his Millennium Rod had taught him that he didn’t like being average. He was meant to wield power, Kaiba’s time had come and gone and now it was time for something new.

He watched with interest as Wheeler’s daughter came down the stairs, her face an open book of concern. Obviously she has just been to visit the younger Kaiba and was aware of his condition. Malik had been there earlier and made sure that Mokuba had lots of the medicine that he had grown so dependant on as of late. Malik had plans and there was no way he was going to let a spoiled brat stand in his way.

“You look troubled, my dear.” He said, watching her jump, startled.

She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she did not see him standing there.

“Oh, Malik. Sorry.” She had her arms wrapped around herself in a gesture of comfort.

“Every time we meet it seems to be under less than comfortable circumstances.” He joked with a grin, and she could not help but to smile back.

“I guess you’re right.”

He walked over closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders, looking down on her.

“What’s wrong, Kyla? You look upset.” He smiled inwardly when she made no move to pull away.”

“I’m worried about Mokuba.” She said in a quiet voice. “He isn’t’ himself lately.”

Malik put on a look of understanding.

“I noticed. I know I haven’t been here long, but it isn’t hard to see that he had a bit of a drug problem.” He watched Kya’s eyes grow wide with shock.

“Oh no. Malik, I think you’re right. It would explain so much. What do I do?” She said frantically.

“Just be there for him. He will get through this. Don’t worry.” He consoled her, with surprising slickness he drew her into his arms, a mock gesture of concern. “We’ll help him together.”

Glad for any form of contact right now, Kyla allowed him to embrace her.

He pulled back a little and looked down into her eyes, the moment now going from concern to something else, something awkward. Kyla was aware of his hands on her back, her body against his and suddenly she felt guilty. Guilty for enjoying it.

“Thanks.” She pulled away embarrassed.

Malik reached out and caressed her arm, making her whole body tingle at his touch “Don’t worry, will get through this together.”

With a final glance backward, Kyla all but ran out of the house, unaware of Malik’s malicious chuckle that followed her.


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Oh Malik you are going to be soo much fun...
Seto is getting fun too.....

He he
EVIL MJ

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