Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By Evil MJ

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugio-oh or anything remotely related to it. If I did...well, the world couldn't handle that one

Warning: This chapter contains some pretty graphic stuff, it is pretty violent and not for the delicate consistancy of some. There are also some scenes containing sexual contents. STOP HERE If this kind of thing upsets you!!

I just want to thank everyone that reviewed this story. I appreciate all the kind words you have and will try to continue to keep everyone interested.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to DragonDreamer Yami Dragon.....she knows why!!

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CHAPTER FIVE

Emiko Inoue was not aware that this would be her last day alive. She was oblivious to the danger that watching her even now deep in the shadows of the theater, deciding her fate. Her othouthought was to get this last scene done correctly, to finally finish the dance number that had seemed to elude her for the past few weekShe She always stumbled on the final turn like an amateur and berated her self for days after; there was no harsher critic in this whole world than her own self depreciating psyche.


The Dark Harbinger of Vengeance lurked like roach in the back of the room, clinging to the wispy shadows like a vampire. This one had been chosen by divine providence, her death would be a spectacular event that would strengthen the power they struggled to attain. But it had to be done correctly; even the slightest mistake would cause all the hard work and sacrifice to tumble like a house of cards. Unconsciously, the blade was thrust into the seat before them, over and over again.

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Lisa watched Joey down his beer out of the corner of her eye. Although he was by no means intoxicated, there was always the chance that he could throw himself into the exercise of power drinking to forget his troubles if he really wanted to. She had seen it happen many times in the past with other partners, unable to handle the stresses of police work.


“Joe, do you really think it’s a good idea to confront Kyla about this? You told me yoursthatthat you decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and let her live her own life.”

Joey turned to her with a dark expression that she couldn’t read.


“That was before a Kaiba got involved.” He snarled.


She almost pulled back in astonishment he che change of his normally jovial nature. ”Look, I know that you and Seto Kaiba have some sort of bad blood between you, but Mokuba, from what I’ve seen of him, seems to be a pretty down to earth young man. Gods, he was listed as most eligible bachelor in one of those magazines you see at the grocery store check out.” He turned to her with a raised eyebrow and she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “Oh, so I’ve been told, you know, by other people.”


“Honestly, Lisa, Mokuba has always been a pretty straight up kid, man he was always there trying to save his brother’s butt, even when he deserved everything he got. But he’s fifteen years older than my baby, and I no matter what anyone tries to tell me, underneath it all, he’s still a Kaiba.”


Lisa took a sip of her Virgin Cesar and sat quietly for a minute, unsure of juow tow to phrase her advice so that he would not take offence.

“Joey. I think the smartest thing you can do now is talk to her.” She paused and put a hand up to stop his protesting “Talk Joe. Not harass, lecture, browbeat, or rage. Give her a chance to explain the situation. Take it from a woman. The more you parents disapprove of your boyfriend, the more determined you are to keep seeing him. She needs you to support her decisions Joe, even the wrong ones.”

“Yeah, maybe. But If I run into Mokuba, the only touchy feely stuff going on is gonna be my fist touching his nose.”


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Kyla took a sip of the red wine and looked up at Mokuba over the rim of her glass. Her w bod body felt warm and tingly, her toes had gone numb long ago and she fought the urge to just sit there and smile stupidly at him. He was so handsome, with raven black hair that he kept long, but tied back with a leather thong, just a fringe of spikes for bangs that sometimes fell in front of his expressive eyes. She longed to reach out and tuck them out of the way, but was afraid to move too quickly.


Mokuba smiled back at her and rubbed her thigh with his hand. “Are you drunk, Ky?” He teased, well aware that she had absolutely no tolerance for alcohol.

She giggled and leaned forward. “Maybe a little, you have that effect on me.”

He moved his hand from her leg up to her face and ran his thumb across her lips with a feather light touch that made her feel hot all over. “You are so beautiful. I just want to kiss you and never stop.”

She licked his thumb playfully and moved closer until she was almost sitting in his lap.

”What’s stopping you big boy?” She asked comically.


Accepting her invitation he pulled her closer and firmly took her mouth, pressing hard against her, his tongue coaxing her lips open so that he could devour the sweetness within.


She shivered at the masterful thrusts in and out of her mouth as she parried with her own tongue. She moaned and lightly bit his lower lip, licking the slight indentation that her teeth left, at the same time using her hands to run across his shoulders and down his back. He felt so good, nothing like the boys her own age, this was a man. He undid the buttons on her blouse with a mastery that comes only of practice and slid the flimsy silk from her shoulders, placing soft kisses on her flesh starting at her earlobe and working his way down to nape of her neck. She nearly jumped up at the shock of pleasure that shot through her body as he slid one hand under the cup of her bra and used his thumb and finger to work at her nipple, teasing it until it was erect. A heat started deep in the pit of her stomach and moved down to the now wet area between her legs.


“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, always considerate of her feelings.


Despite the fact that they had been seeing each other for some time they had yet to make love. Kyla firmly believed that intimacy of that nature was only something she was going to share with someone she was sure she loved.


She looked deep into his soulful brown eyes, unsure if it was her heart, or the lack of inhibitions caused by the wine, but decided she didn’t care and answered his question by taking his hand and guiding his index finger into her mouth.


Still staring into his eyes, she watched them darken with desire as she brought it in and out from between her lips, sucking and licking on it with wild abandon. With a groan he laid her down on the couch and kissed her urgently, one hand still cupping her breast, while the other moved down between her legs.


He pushed her skirt up and moved aside her panties so that he could insert a finger into her. Wet and throbbing with need she cried out as he moved one finger, and then two in and out of her, bringing her to a state that she was almost sobbing his name. All her control was lost completely when he began to rub the sensitive nub of flesh, making her hot and dizzy, aching for him to enter her, all the while breathing her name into her ear almost reverently. She could feel him hard with desire for her, rubbing against her leg.


“Mokuba.” She moaned as he brought her closer to the release she so desperately needed.


“What the Hell!!!” It was it someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over her as she turned her head towards the sound of the horrified voice in the doorway.


“Daddy?”


Mokuba jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, his face still flushed from the heat of their embrace. He reached down and help Kyla sit up into a more dignified position.


“Get out.” Joey seethed, his eyes never leaving Mokuba, who could only stand mute, obviously afraid of the dangerous look on Joey’s face.


Kyla stood up and pulled on her shirt quickly, turning to her father both embarrassed and angry.


“He doesn’t have to leave, we weren’t doing anything wrong..” She stopped as Joey turned to her.


“I wasn’t talking to him. Get out Kyla, now.”


She could only stare at him confused at the turn of events, she turned to Mokuba for support and was rewarded with a nervous grin. “It’s okay Ky. I think it’s best if your dad and I have a talk. You know we couldn’t keep this from him forever.”


She seemed uncertain as to whether or not she should leave them alone, but Joey quickly made that decision for her buy grabbing her arm gently and leading her towards the door.


“I think it would be best for everyone if you went to stay with your mother tonight Kyla.”


She paused and turned to him beseechingly.


“Please Daddy, don’t hurt him or anything.” She paused, her eyes filling with tears. “I love him.”


Joey clenched his teeth at the admission and urged her through the door.


“For the love of the Gods Kyla, get out now!” He raged and shut the door behind her.


Mokuba stood at the other end of the room, he looked like he was stuck somewhere between fearing for his life, and confident of his abilities as a grown man to handle the situation.


“Kiaba. I know I promised Mai and Kyla that I wouldn’t cause a scene, but a man only has so much that he can take, and then something has to give.”


Mokuba took a breath to speak but Joey stopped him with a look that spoke volumes.

“I’t c’t care if you are the nicest guy in the world. You are fifteen years older than her, can’t you find a woman your own age? For the love of the Gods, what is the matter with your family, is there anyone normal in the bunch of you?!” He paced the floor like a caged animal ready to spring at any moment for the neck.


“Joey..” He started but Joey cut him off by sticking his finger in Mokuba’s face.


“That’s Detective Wheeler to you.” He corrected with a hiss.


“Umm, okay. Detec Whe Wheeler. I know I’m older than Kyla. But just give me a chance. I didn’t mean for this to happen between us, but once I got to know her it was too late for me to do anything about it. I love your daughter and would do anything in the world for her.”


Joey regarded him darkly and pointed his finger at him again. “I’m well aware of what you were going to do for my daughter you Mook. I swear, you cradle robbing pervert, if I ever see you near my daughter again I am going to shot you.”


Mokuba stepped back in shock at the admission, disturbed by the grin that spread over Joey’s face.


“That’s it, I’ll shoot you. I can do it you know. Claim it was self defense. Look.” He said pulling his coat open to reveal his holster. “Wanna see my gun? Trust me, if I don’t get your heart I’m just going to aim lower and make sure that you never have another urge to touch her again.”


He chuckled as Mokuba’s eyes widened even further. “If you know what’s good for you Kaiba, you might want to take a little vacation some where far, far away.”


To his credit Mokuba stepped forward and faced Joey like a man.


“With all due respect, Detective. The only way I am ever going to leave Kyla, is if she tells me to go herself. So I guess you are just going to have to shoot me.” He declared with confidence that he really didn’t feel, terrified that Joey might actually take him up on the offer.


Instead Joey just closed his eyes and sighed. “Get the hell out of her before I do just that.”


Needing no further encouragement Mokuba headed for the door. Joey sat down on the edge of the coffee table and rubbed his hand over his face, feeling the life drained out of him. The sight of his little girl and that , that Kaiba with his hands where they were, and her moaning …


(Well, that’s it. I’m never going to sleep again)


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Fear, such a basic and powerful emotion. Even the strongest of mankind falls prey to its effects one or twice in their lives. It’s that point in time when you reach the conclusion that there is a force in the world that is stronger than you, and it’s lurking just beyond the doorway, ready to strike. That’s when the natural instinct kicks in and mankind opts for one of two choices. Fight or flight.

So what happens when both of those options are taken from you? You are forced to endure something that nature never intended to occur, and it takes a grip on you that is so strong that you are left in such a state of shock that all you can do is stare down the long dark tunnel that is your fate and pray that the end comes quickly.


Emiko was staring down that tunnel. Bereft of any form of clothing, she was secured to a concrete wall by a set of chains that were locked to cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her arms were pulled high over her head in such an unnatural angle that pain stabbed at her like a millions knives as the blood slowly drained downwards. Tears stained her face and she whimpered quietly as her captor stood before her.


Dressed in a dark coat, wearing what appeared to be some sort of grotesque tribal mask, standing beside a metal cart that was cod byd by a piece of towel. It was like nothing she could have ever imagined in her worst nightmare, but it was happening and she had no idea what to do to stop it. Obviously there was no one around to save her as her screams had gone unanswered for some time.


“Did you know that there is evidence that Neanderthal man was a cannibal?” The killer asked in a conversational voice that left Emiko mute in fear at the insane conversation.


“It’s true you know. They have studied bones from archeological sites dating back to the days of the Neanderthal and what they have found are human bones with marks in them, human teeth marks. Of course, they will never know why this practice occurred, we can only theorize.”


The unusual lecture paused as the Dark Harbinger of Vengeance brought a glass of water to Emiko’s lips so that she could drink and wet her parched throat.


“That is the earliest evidence that we have of such activity. But it never stopped there. Captain Cook soon found that there were several tribes of natives that practiced cannibalism; there are also several tribes in the United States and Mexico that favored this ritual. It is a powerful ceremony that occurred for several different reasons. Some felt that by eating their enemy they would prevent their souls from ever reaching heaven, or their equivalent to heaven. Others believed that by eating the flesh of the enemy you would be ingesting their very souls, and therefore their power. Seems silly doesn’t it.”


The killer paused to pull the towel off the tray, revealing several different sharp knives and other equally dangerous and scary looking implements.


Emiko started to panic and pull at her chains in an attempt to free herself. The acidic smell of urine rose from the floorshe she could not longer contain controlher her bladder from the onset of fear. The captor merely paused at the fruitless struggling, continuing when she wore herself out and could only hang limply in defeat.


“The Europeans thought of them as demons and heathens that needed to be converted to Christianity and therefore made to be civilized men. Ironic isn’t it, considering the holy sacrament of this church was the symbolic ingesting of the flesh and blood of Christ. When we accept that wafer and drink that wine, are we no better than the cannibals of these tribes? Then there are the rituals of the Satanist Church where in a baby is sacrificed and the heart is eaten by all the members of the group.”


A wicked looking blade was picked up from the tray and held in a black gloved hand.


“I like to think that if such a tradition is prevalent in so many different cultures and religions, then perhaps there is something behind it. The meaning is lost on us now; we are a culture that has been desensitized by the use of television and video gameshe che church doesn’t have the power it once had, and the tribes have long since been decimated by the white man who took the land and forced them onto reservations, all but destroying their traditions.”


Emiko tried to pull away as the tip of the blade was pressed against the flesh of her neck, a small bead of blood formed at the broken skin and dripped off the metal and down her pale skin. She was so far beyond terrified that the adrenaline coursing through her took away anin. in.


“I think that it would be a shame that these traditions be lost. The worst manner in which you could die in a cannibalistic society is to be eaten while you are still alive, forced to watch while you are carved up andved ved to the leader, knowing that your soul and your power will be taken by him. Now that is real power don’t you think?”


Emiko screamed in pain as the knife carved a large piece of flesh from her chest, blood pouring now and pudding around her feet. The evil presence before her placed the piece of flesh under the mask and into its mouth. As it chewed on the raw meat a poker was retrieved from a small wood stove that had been set nearby and placed against the gaping hole in her flesh, cauterizing the wound and ceasing the flow of the previous lifeblood. Emiko cried out in agony, thankfully giving herself over to the darkness of unconsciousness.


The Dark Harbinger of Vengeance feasted on the flesh and smiled. This one would bring great strength so that they might once again regain their former glory.


A hard slap across the face brought Emiko back into her nightmare, the pain throbbed in her chest and she could only cry hysterically, begging to be set free.


“Shhhh….it will only hurt for a short time, but the pain is necessary, for a greater good.” The metal cuff bit cruelly into Emiko’s flesh as she pulled for freedom, when the blade once again dug into her skin, this time into her leg.


“Don’t worry, little one. By the time I reach your brain, you will most likely have died.” The dark one reassured.


The knife continued to cut away at the flesh, sometimes eaten directly, and sometimes being put into a large pot on the stove. The screams of the victim/sacrifice growing weaker as she shut her mind away, deep within, unable to deal with the torture that she was being forced to endure. Thankfully with her sanity gone, she was now just a shell, a large piece of meat to be butchered until she eventually died from shock and blood loss.


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It would be a week before Joey would receive the call that another body was found.


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I'm afraid that there is a chance of some S E X in the next chapter....ooohh my. It had to be done....heh heh