Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ


Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. Hell, I barely own enough time to write the story

Warning: SEX. GORE, VIOLENCE. possible spelling mistakes, bad jokes, man/man relationships, wishful thinking on a couple of scenes, horrible misuse of office furniture. If any of this offends you I suggest that you pass by this story and go read Little House on the Prarie (I don't on that either BTY)

So here we go again. Another chapter of torturning people, sex and general confusion. Thanks to everyone who reviewed (keep em coming I say) I love reivews. A couple of people mentioned that they had some ideas as to who the killer is. If you want you can e-mail me what you think to artie.chamberlain@3web.net. I won't tell you if you are right, you are going to have to wait to the end for that, but I am interested on whou you think the killer is and why. Hey, if you're right I will present you with award cookies, or kill off someone (on paper of course) of your choice.

ENJOY!!!

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Chapter Eight

Tristan sat on the beach and took a long pull on the bottle of beer he had bought from the local bootlegger. He had promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn’t do this, but what the Hell, he earned it. He took another drink and enjoyed the languid feeling of warmth that began to build inside, his toes going slightly numb.

“Well, if it isn’t the Tristan Pity Party. Can any one join? Or is it a private affair?” Mako’s voice was filed with both anger and disgust.

Tristan looked up at the angry brunette with a snarl.

“I’d think you’d be too busy with your wedding plans to be concerned with whether or not I got a little drunk. Hey it’s time for a celebration don’t you think.” He waved the bottle around in front of him and smiled bitterly. “Tell me Mako old buddy, where is the future Mrs. Tsunami?”

Angered Mako delivered a hard slap upside Tristan’s head and deftly removed the bottle from his grip and hurled it out into the ocean.


“I didn’t spend the least several years of my life cleaning you up, only for you to go and fuck things up again. Sweet Ocean Gods, do you think I would stop caring about you because my father wants me to marry some girl?” His eyes snapped in irritation and he gave Tristan a kick to punctuate the point.

“Ow. Shit! Knock it off would ya. What are you trying to do, beat me up?” Tristan yelled rubbing his side.

Mako sat down beside him and leaned back on his elbows. “I think you need it, Tris. You’re acting like an idiot.”

Tristan signed in defeat, knowing that Mako was right; there wasn’t argument in the world he could make to defend himself.

“It’s hard you know. The more time you spend with these people, the more I feel you slipping away from me. I really want to be happy for you Mako, but something’s holding me back.”

Mako smiled bitterly and turned to Tristan.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so distant, Tris. I guess I got so caught up in all this that I forgot about you. You know that doesn’t change what I feel for you, it just kinda complicates things a bit.” He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Tristan’s lips.

Still tormented by the emotions warring inside him he allowed Mako to kiss him before he asked the question that was eating away inside him. “So, are you going to marry her?”


A look of pain crossed Mako’s face and he pulled back sadly. “I think I have to.”


Tristan clenched his teeth and fought the tears that welled up in his eyes.


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“The Great Seto Kaiba has agreed to grant us an audience.” Lisa announced dramatically as Joey entered the precinct. Joey raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“He’s actually going to come down here and mingle with us lower class working shlubs?” He asked in amusement.

Eager to see Kaiba having to experience the reality of the criminal element, he could already picture him sitting next to the pimps and petty criminals in the holding area and uttered a snort of amusement.

Lisa rolled her eyes at the suggestion. “I don’t think so Wheeler. He said that he would meet us at his home today at 4:00. He will be home a couple of hours before he has to leave the country.”

Joey sat down at his desk and grimaced. “Did you tell him that probably wasn’t a good idea?”

This caused Lisa to roll her eyes again.

“Yes, and he agreed to stay put.” She replied sarcastically.

“You keep rolling your eyes like that kid, they’re gonna fall out of your head.” He quipped irritated.

“Yes, Mother.” She said sticking her tongue out at him. “I believe his response was that unless we were planning on charge him with something other than owning a warehouse, then he plans to continue on with his life and if we didn’t like it, he has a whole team of lawyers ready to convince us otherwise.”

Joey’s lip curled back and he shook his head. “Nice. He’s a real sweetheart. He must have loved it when you told him I would be meeting with him.”

Lisa smiled impishly and got up to refill her coffee. “Actually, your name didn’t come up. I just told him that our lead investigator on the case would be doing the interviewing.”

Joey crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it at her head, which she ducked easily.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?!” He accused, and was rewarded with a look of total innocence.

“I’m wounded that you would even suggest that. I just thought that if I told him that it was you that not only would he refuse, he might leave town a few hours early.”

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Joey sat down in the soft leather chair and awaited the arrival of Seto K in in the great man’s den, his butler informing Joey that he would be with him momentarily. Irritated at being kept waiting he wondered if this was just an attempt by Kaiba to piss him off. It was just the kind of head games that Seto liked to pull to keep people off their guard.

A few moments later her heard the door open and rose to meet him. Turning to face the entrance, his heart stopped in his throat.

Isis stood before the now closed door, calm and beautiful, dressed in a thin silk sheath that hugged her curves like a second skin. Joey felt himself getting hot, his passion for this woman becoming uncontrollable. “Isi“Isis.” He acknowledged, trying to remain detached, in his mind he already had her naked and moaning on Seto’s desk.

She licked her lips nervously and walked over to him, pausing to wrap her arms about his neck and kissing him passionately. Joey returned the kiss with equal desire and allowed himself a moment to explore her lush bottom with his hands.

He broke free and looked down into her soft green eyes. “We can’t do this baby; I’m here to meet with Seto.”

Iris smiled and started to unbutton his shirt. “He just called me to let me know that he would be unable to meet with you. He is going to have to take an earlier flight out and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. He asked me to extend his apologies and let you know he would meet with you at that time

She let his shirt fall to the floor and used her mouth and hands to travel down his muscular chest and stomach. Placing a trail of hot kisses down his flesh, stopping to invade his navel for a moment while she worked feverishly to remove his pants. Joey groaned at her eagerness and helped her remove the rest of his clothes, already forgetting the promise that he had made with himself that he would leave her alone. He was mesmerized by her; she was like a flame, beautiful and hot, but dangerous to touch. He tangled his hands into her long black hair as her mouth found his arousal and encompassed it with its wet heat.

“Oh Gods, Isis. That feels incredible.”

He found it hard to remain standing ae toe took him in deeply, sucking and licking his manhood with enthusiasm. He let his head loll back and tried to control his breathing as she use her hands and mouth to bring him to release. Unconsciously, he started to move hips ips in time to the rhythm of her mouth.

He could feel a tightness starting and knew that he was close to exploding. “Isis, if you don’t stop now I’m gonna come, baby.” He said thickly, his heart pounding madly and a slight sheen of sweat starting to form on his brow.

Isis only answered with a moan that sent a shock wave throughout his body and he exploded into her mouth with a yell that he couldn’t hold back. His knees almost buckled and he had to lean against the edge of the desk to steady himself as the world stopped spinning.

“Oh man.” He panted as she stood up with a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

Her eyes never leaving his she reached back and unzipped her dress, and stepped out of it. He drew in a breath in appreciation as she stood before him wearing a lacy black bra that pushed her breasts up and together like two perfectly round orbs of bronzed flesh, and matching panties with a sexy black garter belt and stockings. There was something intoxicating about a woman dressed like this, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. In his opinion this was even more arousing that having her completely naked, the hint of flesh was so tempting that he found himself already growing hard again.

“Why Detective Wheeler, you certainly are impressive for a man of yge.”ge.” She teased, eyeing his growing erection with wide eyes.


He growled and pulled her against him, his fingers trailing along the edges of the black silk.

“You have no idea just how impressive I can be.” He snarled, as he tasted the hollow at the base of her neck. “For a man my age.” He added.

He turned and sat back down in the chair and positioned her so that she was standing before him. “Turn about is fair play my dear.”

He added with a lopsided grin that made her melt in all the right places.

He slid his hands down her hips and under her panties, barely touching her, teasing her by tracing the outline of the slit between the juncture of her legs.

“Tell me, my Isis. Do you want me to touch you there?” He asked.

Isis nodded, but Joey only smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, you’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

He could see her eyes cloud with desire and she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I want you to touch me, Joey.” She said with a shaky voice.

He rewarded her by sliding a finger under the delicate fabric and between the soft flesh to the wet warmth hidden within. He gently entered her, feeling the scorching wet heat of her need and then withdrawing and rubbing the soft nub of her clitoris, making her gasp with want.

“Just touch you?” he asked, his fingers moving slowly, pleasuring her.
he mhe moaned her fingers gripping into his muscles.

“No,” She panted, her voice husky. “I want you to taste me.” She nearly begged.

Smiling he lifted her up so that she was straddling him, her weight supported by the arms of the chair. He pulled the edge of the panties aside and buried himself in her mound of soft flesh, his tongue exploring. He used his hands to support her buttocks as he pulled her in closer so that he could dart his tongue in and out of her. Alr wet wet, he could taste the evidence of her desire, making her cry out.

“Oh, Sweet Ra.” She cried as he alternated between using his tongue to enter her tight opening, and licking the throbbing bud above it. She began to moan his name as he continued to lick and suck without mercy, until she felt herself starting to spiral over the edge of the precipice, feeling as if her whole body had come alive.

“Joey.” She screamed as she came, her juices soaking him as she climaxed, over and over again.

Satisfied he brought her to a sitting position so that she could lean against him and catch her breath.

“Did you like that, my Goddess?” He asked, his arousal pressing against her, ready to follow where his tongue had just plundered.

She nodded weakly for a moment and then pulled away so that she could look at him.

“That was amazing.” She purred contentedly, and Joey chuckled.

“I’m not done yet.” He announced as he lifted her up by her hips, she grabbed the arms of the chair to assist him as he impaled her on his rigid cock.

With a groan of contentment he leabackback against the chair and watched her for a moment before she began to move against him. He reached up and cupped her breasts, sliding his thumbs under the material so that he could rub her nipples until they were hard against his flesh.

Iris moaned and began to move a little faster, the springs in the chair assisting by bouncing back into place quickly, making him thrust deeper within her each time she moved.

“Isis. You feel so wonderful.” He moaned her name like a dyian pan praying to his God.

She responded by sliding her tongue into his mouth, probing, her thrusts mimicking the action of his cock deep inside her. He thrust into her as hard as he could, his hands and fingers still teasing her taught nipples so that she moaned and started to breathe fast, her beautiful mocha skin shimmering with a fine sweat.


With one final thrust Joey felt her arch against him and cry out as she spasmed with her release, his own orgasm following moments after, filling her with his seed. They stayed like that, locked in each other’s embrace for what seemed like forever, but was only a moment.

“I hope you realize that you are a deadman.” A cold voice hissed from the doorway, causing both Isis and Joey to tense with shock. “No one touches my wife but me; I will destroy you for this.” He continued in a voice filled with rage.


Isis got up and turned to her husband shielding Joey’s nakedness while he hastily grabbed up his clothes. Seto’s eyes widened in shock as he realized who his wife had just had committed adultery with in his office.

“No!” He yelled loudly causing Isis to jump.

He stormed across the room and grabbed her arm, yanking her savagely away from Joey. Joey stood up, clothed now in his pants to face Kaiba. Only to find himself minutes later back in the chair, his jaw throbbing with pain. Kaiba rubbed his knuckles and stared at Joey with a look of pure hatred.

“It’s bad enough you cuckold me in my own home. It is unforgivable that you should play the whore to this Mutt!” He raged at Isis, his voice low and angry. “How dare you!” he continued, Joey unsure as to how he was talking to at this point.

Imovemoved towards Seto beseechingly but he motioned for her to stop.

“Don’t,” He snarled. “The sight of you sickens me. You deceitful bitch. You are my wife. My Wife! And yet you sneak around behind my back with him of all people. You know how I feel about him and yet you give him what rightfully belongs to me.”

He struggled to retain his composure. “I should divorce you right now. You will never see our children again.”

Horrified tears slid down Isis’ face.

“You would not divorce me, Seto.” She replied sadly.

He raised an eyebrow both in amusement amazemazement at her comment. Isis wiped her face and stood before him with the icy composure that she usually reserved for the public world.

“I am not the only one deceitful in this family, Seto Kaiba. You have been cheating on me for a long time. Did you really think I didn’t know what goes on in your little private house?”

Joey was surprise to see Seto’s mouth drop open in shock, his normally controlled and calm visage shattered under the force of her words.

“I have known about your activities for some time now, Seto, but chose to turn a blind eye, in desperate hope that you might return to your family once again. I’m no longer a person to you, Seto. You’re not mad at Joey for stealing your wife, your mad because he has taken your possession. That’s all I am to you now, Seto, a possession you keep locked away in this house, this prison.”

Seto turned and stormed from the room, pausing at the door.

“You’re right, Isis. I won’t rce rce you; the media would have a field day over this. This ends now, you mention this to anyone and you will never see our children again.” He threatened his wife menacingly.

He turned to Joey and clenched his fists angrily.

“I want you out of my house. You will never look at, touch or speak to my wife ever again. Your career, Detective, is about to take wnwawnward turn.” He promised with a chilling smile as he left the room.

Joey rubbed his jaw and sighed tiredly.

(Just when you think things can’t get any worse.)

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The door to the house shut so and and Mako stopped breathing a moment so that he could hear the soft sound of footsteps as someone crept up the stairs towards his room. Quietly he grabbed the lamp beside the bed in protection, ready to wield it at whoever opened the door.

“Mako.” A soft voice called from behind the door. “Are you awake?”

Feeling a little stupid he put the lamp down and got up to open the door . Hiroe quickly entered and shut the door behind her, causing Mako to regard her with an amused expression.

With a shy smile she sat down on hed aed and motioned for him to join her.

”Sorry about all the secrecy, but people are a little old fashioned here. Fumiki would be horrified to know that we were alone in your bedroom before we were married.” She informed him with a giggle.

He smiled and regarded her knowingly. “You, of course, don’t feel the same way.”

Hiroe blushed and looked away.

“Mako, I’m twenty Five years old. If you were looking to marry a virgin I think you are going to be hard pressed to find one in my age range.” She joked. “Unfortunately times have changed some what since Fumiki was young.”

Mako grinned at the admission, surprised at how comfortable he felt talking to Hiroe.

“So, were you creeping into get a sneak peak at our wedding night, or did you have something on your m” He” He joked, causing her to redden again.

She gave him a playful swat, and then her expression turned serious. “There is something important we need to discuss Mako. If we are to marry then I think we need to be honest with each other now, I will not start our lives together separated by lies.”

Intrigued, Mako gestured for her to continue.

“I haven yon you and Tristan together and feel that there is more than friendship between you. I have to know Mako if you are…” She paused struggling for words, her face now hot with embarrassment. “A lover of men.”

Mako couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that broke free and he started to cough to keep from howling.

“Lover of men!” He wheezed, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Hiroe stood up angrily and started towards the door; Mako grabbed her arm and brouher her back to the bed.

“I’m sorry, Hiroe, honestly, that just struck me funny.”

She turned away, unable to meet his eyes. Gently he turned her face back towards him.

“Please, Hiroe, I didn’t mean to upset you. No, I’m not gay if that’s what you want to know. I can appreciate woman on every possible level. Things between Tristan and I are complicated; we have been friends a long time.”

Hiroe nodded and regarded him closely for a moment. “You are more than friends though. I have seen the way Tristan looks at you and that is not the look of a friend, Mako. That is a look that passes between lovers.”

It was Mako’s turn to blush at her words.

“You’re right. Tris and I are lovers.” He grabbed her hand in his own and returned her gaze. “How does that make you feel?” He asked.

She sat quietly for a moment, just looking at him, taking him all in with her eyes before speaking.

“I have no wish to come between you and Tristan. He has a good heart a can can tell he loves you, Mako. Why do you need to marry me?” She asked quickly.

“My father wanted this, Hiroe, he wanted me to be a part of his family. He wanted me to continue his life here with a bride of his choice, someone he knew I would love. I can’t just turn my back on that.”

Hiroe smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are a good man Mako Tsunami, you you will be a wonderful husband. Perhaps there can be a place for both of us in your life.”

Mako could only stare at her in shock.

“As I have said Mako, I will not destroy what is between you and Tristan. I think we all need time to get to know each other and then deicide what we will do from there. Speak to Tristan; see if he would be willing to spend the day with us tomorrow. Perhaps we can take your boat out sailing, away from the eyes of the village.”

Mako nodded and kissed her hand with new found admiration and respect.

“You wish is my command, dear lady.” He intoned as she rose from the bed.

“Good night, Mako. I had better leave before Fumiki wakes and finds me in your room. She would marry us tonight if she thought we were along together.” She grinned as she slipped back out of the room

Mako lay down on his bed feeling the load of his trouble lighten significantly. Perhaps things weren’t as bad as he thought.

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Ryou sat down and looked at the card clenched tightly in his hand.

He felt so empty inside. It hurt.

He felt the heat of the tears running down his face. He was missing a part of himself; he had tried to deny it for so long, running from one disastrous relationship to the next. He couldn’t deny it any more.

He pulled a box out from his desk and touched the top of the wood reverently. A familiar ache started deep within him at the sight of it.

With gentle care he opened the box and pulled free the shattered Millennium Ring, pressing it against his face in misery.

The soft sobbing that he had tried to repress broke from him as he felt the coldness of the metal against his skin.

Ryou Bakura wept.

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Mokuba Kaiba sat in the dark of his car and started at the house, unsure of what his next actions should be. He thought of Kyla sleeping inside and smiled.

Making a qudecidecision he turned the car on.

Tonight was not the night. For now he would wait, patiently. But soon he would act, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop him.

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Review away, constructive critisism is welcome....no flames....I just end up staring at them until I have black spot in my vision