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: Hello again! This chapter is kinda just a lead. No lemon here, gomenasai. But it’s okay. Not much goes on, but you learn some cool stuff about Leon and what he’s been doing with himself during the time before the beginning of this whole fic.

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The next morning I guess you could say that Mokuba woke up uncomfortably. Somehow in my sleep I’d managed to entangle my legs with his and clung to his back. The situation was quite creepy to Mokuba and he was glad that he’d woken up before Seto planned to wake him. I agreed. It would’ve been bad for Kaiba or anyone to see me like that with Mokuba. And it would hurt my chances to win this supposedly upcoming court case.

It was eight thirty in the morning, I knew the breakfast would not be served at its usual time of seven O’clock due to our foreign arrivals, and that it would never be served until all important guests were at the table, including Mokuba who was still groggy from Jet Lag. I headed off to the bathroom to wash up and change. I intentionally put the water almost completely on hot. I needed to be sterilized from the grotesque touches of my deceased master. The hot water inflicted tremendous pain on every one of my cuts, especially the ones on my groin. But the pain was good in a way. It at least made my body feel clean if not my mind. Dried blood was frozen in time, no longer running down the backs of my thighs from my master’s whip. It was tricky trying to get all of the useless blood clots off me. And painful as well, if I was too rough I’d rub away scabs and start bleeding again and wouldn’t stop for quite some time. But maybe it was better that way. More sterile at least.

I saved washing the cut on my cheek until after I was done with my shower. I had to treat it extra carefully to make the scar as unnoticeable as possible once it healed over. But I knew that no matter what, it would take months for the deep wound to heal completely and the scab to disappear, and maybe even years for the thin line scar to change from either bright white or deep red, depending on how it healed, to a regular skin tone, if it ever did change back from is gross state. I had to be as careful as I possible could.

And I was. I gently swabbed of dried blood with the corner of a wash cloth and removed as much worthless dried blood from over top of the scab managing to only start bleeding again in one place. The pain was immense. Then I began to wonder how I was going to hide it from my parents. There was no way to cover it with my hair, and to put makeup over it would just get it infected. So I decided to keep my hand over that side of my face and maybe even pull an old hooded sweater out of my closet and manage to keep the hood up to help hide most of the scar. It was a good idea, so I followed it.

When I finished up it was Mokuba’s turn to get clean and for some reason I found myself sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for him to get done like a dog awaits its master to awake. Mokuba finished much quicker than I.

So we slipped down to the breakfast table where everyone was waiting, a maid had carried word of our awakening which put father in a better mood because he could finally eat and Seto in a good mood because he no longer had to sit with the likes of Siegfried any longer. No, now they sat across from each other glaring daggers at one another. It was quite humorous. As for me, I got to sit next to Mokuba, who sat next to Seto who sat next to mother who sat near father at the head of the table with Siegfried sitting somewhat sitting next to him, facing Seto with cold eyes. We were all here. One big hating reunion.

I’d hoped that no one would notice my cut, but wouldn’t you know, Siegfried did.

Now, remember a long time ago when I agreed to be Siegfried’s lover again and he said that he’d stop raping me as long as I promised to be his lover and only his until he got tired of having me? Well, after about two years he did get tired of having me and wanted someone else, so he got a girlfriend secretly and he screwed her all the time and if I was ever in the mood and went to him he’d yell at me, so I started going to other people as a subconscious way to get back at Siegfried. So that’s basically how it all started. Sieg yelled at me and I ran off to some random butler and let him screw me and he suggested a certain night guard who was “good” and I slept with him, then I met Sarah who seemed so nice and enjoyable at first and I screwed her (my first woman), then I slept with more maids and more butlers, then last year I had my “master” and then once I slept with someone outside of the house and got double fucked at the same time by my father and Sieg as a punishment and don’t even ask me how I ended up sleeping with my mother. It’s an even longer story than this.

“Leon.” Siegfried stared at me with his cold eyes plunging through my soul and breaking the silence that had shrouded the table. “That cut. Where did you get it?” All eyes went on me, curious ones from Seto and my mother, sympathy from Mokuba, lust from my father, and indifference from the man who asked.

“I fell on the stairs last night before I went to bed. There was a loose stone and it cut me pretty bad. It’ll heal though.” I tried to pull my hood forward a little more to cover another inch of the cut. Seto snorted and laughed slightly, probably thinking about Germans and alcoholism, Siegfried looked at me knowing that I was lying but not caring either way, mother let out a sigh, and my father continued eating. They were willing to let it go just like that.

At noon Mokuba and I left the house to head off to the doctors with our excuse of sight seeing to back us up. I’ve always hated doctors, all of the equipment they have in their offices make me nervous, not because I don’t like needles, it’s just because I’m afraid that while I’m alone with the man he’s gonna try something on me. But so far it’s never happened. But there’s always that slight chance.

So we arrive and the doctors look wearily at me as if they know what I’ve done, but don’t want to admit it. My doctor asks Mokuba to stay behinds as he practically pulls me into the little white room where he asks preliminary questions before “getting to it.”

First he inspects the slash on my cheek and starts dabbing medicine on it and rubbing off the scab getting it to bleed and then putting some sort of germ killing stinging substance in it and then wiped up the blood telling me that it won’t scar nearly as bad now that it is disinfected.

“Now, I’ll have to see the wounds that this man put on you, besides this one. You told the police that there were more. Can I ask where?” I just looked at the man, afraid to answer. I wasn’t shy about being naked and having strange men touch me. Nothing unusual there. But I didn’t want him finding out my secret of all of the people I’ve slept with. “Alright then, what did he, uh, use to cut you? Was it a knife or glass?” He looked at me as if he were questioning more than just what he used. Could I say it? He whipped me with a horse whip? Did I have too much pride to tell him that? And what would his reaction be when I told him? “You have to answer son.” He frowned and I stared at my feet. He let out a sigh and asked another question. “This man, did he often hit you?”

“Yes.” He smiled, glad to get an answer for once.

“What was your relation with him, was he just a servant to you or a friend perhaps?” I stared coldly at his and he swallowed hard.

“You won’t tell anyone if I tell you right? Just the police, no media no leaks in the system at all? No case workers or attorneys or anything?” He shook his head and assured me that only the police the arrived at my house, him, and several scientists that were analyzing how I killed the man knew what was happening. “This man, he was one of my lovers I guess you could say. He used me to relieve anger or just to watch me hurt, these cuts on my body, he whipped me, and it made me mad.” I smirked evilly not knowing if I meant to scare the doctor or not. “So I killed him to make it stop.” I frowned and looked away. There, he knew.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone about this?” He looked at me as if I were a liar.

“Because they don’t care. They’ve watched him whip me in the crotch as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. They know what he did to me and they do nothing!” I glared at the man, my mind swarming with misdirected rage. I regret the words the instant they leave my mouth. I dug my own grave and was open for shooting any time soon.

“Now you said there were more cuts. Where? You’ll have to show them sooner or later.” I growled deep in my throat. Frightened, like a beat dog.

“I have two on my /groin,/” trying hard to sound mature and not quite as snotty and vulgar as I’d like to be. “and God knows how many times on my /thighs./” I refrain from the smirk I want to show.

And then he makes me show him these cuts to prove their existence, then he is determined to run his fingers over tem to make sure they’re not just makeup. His touches hurt, but I don’t tell him that. When I’m done being examined he calls in an undercover officer from the lobby and I get to peak at Mokuba who looks worried and I smile which I guess made him worry more.

“It’s obvious that the man had physically attacked this boy, but it is also obvious by autopsy that the man’s death was a homicide. He says that the man was his lover who often hit him with whips and his family knew but did nothing to stop it. It seems to me as if it were too much for him to handle.” They talked as if I wasn’t even there.

“It also came back that the man had been his with a whip as well, only in random places it seems.” They looked at me questionably and I broke under their glance.

“Alright! I give in! I’ll tell you what happened!” They looked at me as if they were expecting me to say that I was the one who was raping this man rather than the vice versa that I’d stated before. “I’m a whore alright? I sleep with anyone and everyone who asks me, male or female, it’s been that way for a while now, everyone knows. I met this man last year and he was nice with me at first, he never screwed me or anything, he just liked touching me. I didn’t care, he’d take me out sometimes without anyone knowing and I liked being with him. But then gradually he got violent, I’d say something that might be offensive to him and rather than having him scold me like he did before he’d either slap me, or kick, me as time went on he went to whipping me. Then it became sexual with him. He’d beat me for no reason. I told my father and my brother, but they didn’t care. They said that I asked for it. And I guess you can say that I did. And before you even ask I’ve NEVER slept with /anyone/ I’m related to. Not ever!” They nodded and I continued. “Well, last night he called me down to the servants lounge to “punish me” as he puts it. We had to go down there because I had guests in the room next to mine. When we went down there I guess you could say he spanked me with the whip, and then forced me to perform oral sex on him.” I hated the words as they came from my lips, I never used technical terms. “Every now and then he’d make me stop just so he could slap me, but for some reason, he whipped me across the face which pissed me off instantly. I really have no respect for myself, and I’m not virgin, so my pretty face is really all that I have left. It made me mad when he took it from me. Well when I went to cover my face after he hit it, he whipped me twice between my legs and I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged at him and punched him in the face making him dazed for a minute. And I don’t remember much after that. I know I took off his clothes and put them on me so that /I/ was not naked before /him/ and I whipped him countless times before I found the knife he had in his pocket that he used to mark my thighs with and I stabbed him to death with it. I left it in his chest I think.” The looked at me and I knew that they saw the tears in my eyes. But I couldn’t let them fall. I would after we left and I could have Mokuba hold me.

I hoped that they were done with my interrogation, but they had a few more questions to ask.

“Now, you claimed that you made love to anyone who asked. Why?” I let out a sigh. I didn’t know. I was horny, I liked to be filled, I liked to make women squeal, I liked having people hold me, I liked being kissed, but my lips said something else.

“I like to feel loved.” I clasped my hand over my mouth realizing that it spoke for me.

“Well, that’s all we need right now. You can leave, and we’ll keep in touch. With this evidence and your confessions of innocence all on tape,” the police man pulled out a small tape recorder and I frowned. “And not to mention the security camera tape we found in that room,” I swallowed hard. “You’re pretty mush innocent.” They smiled and I glared.

“If you saw what happened why did you make me say it!” I felt exposed again.

“We had to have you testify. If we’re keeping this case secret you cannot be seen walking into a court house or have a judge near you. The whole thing will take at least a month if the judge believes that you’re guilty of man slaughter rather than a rape victim, which you still are as a minor.” I looked at this man strangely. This cop was confusing the hell out of me.

“You can go now, we’re done here.” I left the room and clung to Mokuba and we left the wretched whit building that I despised. Now just how had they gotten that tape I wonder? They probably came in the night and got the tapes with my father’s permission. Which is probably the reason why he had lust in his eyes at breakfast when Sieg asked why I had a scar. It was all so confusing in the end. But it let me cuddle with Mokuba which made everything better.

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