Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Six: Terrifying Routine ( Chapter 19 )

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Behind Blue Eyes: Seto’s Story

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Alright, it’s the chapter that many of you have been waiting for; the notorious chapter where Saki finally makes his move. Naturally you all know that this website forbids strong sexual content, so there won’t be any. . . on this website. However, I’ll pop a little note in there telling you where to find the full chapter when the time arises!

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains a scene that may disturb some readers. The scene is not sexually graphic, but contains a forced sexual situation. If this bothers you, only read up to the point where the original Behind Blue Eyes leaves off. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Yugioh. . . doesn’t that just suck?

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Recap:

I could tell how frustrated he was. He was licking his lips repeatedly and swallowing harder than usual. His hands kept curling into fists and then uncurling. He suddenly shook his head. “N-no!” He yelled, “I know that it isn’t you doing this, Seto! Don’t worry, I won’t let myself give in to this!”

I smiled. So he passed the test. “Thanks, Katsuya.” I fell back to the mattress, falling back into sleep.

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It rained that night, a gentle rain that played soothing rhythms on the building and sent a feeling of absolute comfort coursing through me. . . well, the sound along with the chest I had found myself curled against.

I had awoken during the night, which really wasn’t so uncommon for me. This time, however, it wasn’t from a nightmare, but rather from two very warm arms that had wound their way around me, pulling me close to an equally-welcoming body. I nuzzled my face against the soft fabric in front of me without even thinking about it. I could feel a hand wander up to the back of my head, thin fingers entangling themselves amongst strands of my hair. I could lay like that for eternity.

“Beautiful.” Came a voice, reminding me where I was.

“Go to sleep, Katsuya.” I leaned back from him, immediately disappointed in the lack of warmth, and looked him in the eyes as best as I could, “We’re going to school tomorrow.” We had missed so much school already, and while that wouldn’t affect me at all it would certainly hurt Jou, considering how much he struggled in school. I could help him, but I don’t know if I could influence the attendance lady to make his attendance record look a little bit better. I suppose that I could always threaten her. . .

“Everyone is going to start assuming things.”

Yes, they probably would. “We’ll just deny everything.” Came my automatic reply. What would he say?

“Everything?” He seemed puzzled.

“Yes, everything. There’s nothing going on between us.” Is there? At this point everything was really up for grabs.

“What? I thought that we were. . .”

So we are something? “That we were what?” My eyes accidentally opened wide in anticipation of his answer. Were we something? What were we? I’d feel ridiculous if I said it and it wasn’t true, but if Katsuya said it. . .

My eyes went blank for a moment as I was suddenly shoved from my place on his bed. By the time I came back to my senses, Jou was running past me and towards the door, where he quickly turned back around to stare at me. I found myself on the floor with my legs tucked underneath myself and my hands flat on the carpet in front of me.

Before I could even utter a word he had returned to my side, seizing me by the wrists and practically tossing me onto the bed as though I were some sort of inanimate object. What was he doing? Was this really happening? No, I must have gone back to sleep and this was all some horrible nightmare. I would wake up at any moment. . . but if it was only a dream, then what was this terrible aching in my chest? Why did it hurt so much?

“Jounouchi?” I wasn’t even so sure that the voice belonged to me. It sounded so small and so shaken.

No, it must not have been me, for Jounouchi didn’t appear to have heard. He continued his strange and frightening activities. Before long he had my arms pinned above my head, his grip painfully tight around my wrists, and he had pried my legs apart so that he could sit between them. As his fingers danced across my skin followed by his eager lips, I didn’t even have to put the pieces together. My situation was obvious and all-too familiar. I had been in this position so many times before. . . but I really couldn’t remember the last time that it actually hurt, other than the assault from Saki.

“Jounouchi, why?” No, that voice simply couldn’t belong to me. I could feel my body shuddering beneath him, an unwanted heat building between my legs. It always happened this way. My body always betrayed me in the end. The one I loved was about to do just as all of the other’s had done. . . and he didn’t even bother to look me in the eyes while he took what he wanted. Why would someone look a slut in the eye when they fucked them?

“If we are nothing, then you are nothing to me!” He leaned down to latch his lips onto my neck, a searing pain shooting from my jaw to my shoulder as he sucked hard on one particular spot. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface. He wanted to leave his own mark on my skin. I let out a groan.

“Why are we nothing?”

“Because you- what?” He sat up and finally gave me the honor of having eye contact with him. His grip on my wrists faded away.

The darkness of the room vanished as he turned on a nearby lamp.

“Why are we nothing?” The way that he suddenly stopped like that. . . it was almost as if he was. . .

“You said-”

“I said nothing. I asked what we were. I wanted to hear you say it so that I didn’t risk making a fool of myself.” I shut my eyes and tried not to shudder as his fingers brushed bangs out of my face. I swatted his hand away, “But I never expected an answer like this.” Tears stung at the backs of my eyes, but I’d rather my eyes fall out than let him see me cry again. I couldn’t handle someone like him, someone that would do something so drastic just because of a little misunderstanding. Who knew that he could be so cruel?

“I-I misunderstood.”

“You misunderstood? Is this what happens when you misunderstand someone?” The heat in my eyes was soon joined by a rising heat in my cheeks and throughout my entire body. An angry heat. I narrowed my eyes, partly to show my mood and partly to help hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

“No. . . don’t look at me like that, please.”

I managed to sit up quickly, giving him no time to react. “You just tried to fucking ra-”

“Shut up!” He shoved me back down onto the bed and I thought for sure that he would pick up where he left off. I waited with wide eyes. “I wasn’t going to. . . I would have stopped!”

“But you shouldn’t have even started!”

“But I would have stopped! I would have stopped. . .” His fingers were entangling themselves in my hair, his palms smoothing over the skin of my cheeks. Warm tears spilled from his eyes and down onto my face. My own urge to cry was nearly unbearable. “Please stop crying. . .” He begged me, “Please stop.”

“I’m not the one crying.” I informed him and he seemed to sob even harder. What on Earth?

“You don’t have to act to tough.” He reassured me, tracing my lips with his thumb. Did he really have no idea that he was crying? Why was he so out of it?

“Katsuya. . . you are the one crying.”


He lifted a hand to touch his own face in an attempt to confirm otherwise. “I’m not crying.” His eyes widened slightly with realization. “. . . why?”

“Genuine.” Being so sorry for his actions that he would cry without even realizing it. I had been like that at one time. That time that Satoshi’s life ended. I was so sorry that I could have died. While Katsuya’s motives were not clear, his heart was. Katsuya had the biggest heart of all, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt those he cared about. . . and call me a fool, but I believe very strongly that I fall into that category.

“What?” He asked, reasonably confused.

“Nothing. It’s midnight, go to sleep.” I turned off his bedside lamp. The dark really was beautiful.

“Sleep? Now? After I just-”

“Katsuya, I believe that I’m finally beginning to understand how your mind works. . . and that’s why I’ve decided that this is okay.”

“How my mind works?” He laughed a little, “Well can you clue me in, ‘cause I’m totally lost.” Leave it to the blond to crack a joke at a time like this.

I sighed, shaking my head at his little antics. I couldn’t help but smile, “You’re right, you wouldn’t have done it. Now if you would kindly not sit between my legs, I could get some sleep before we have to get up for school.”

He looked a little embarrassed when he noticed where he had been sitting for the entirety of our conversation, but he quickly complied with my request and lay down next to me just as he had done for the past several nights. “So then what are we, Seto?”

I thought about that for a moment, not really one for words of romance. He always seemed to come up with something cute though. “What do you want us to be?”

He started to say something, and then stopped himself. What’s this? Jounouchi Katsuya was thinking before speaking? No way. . .

“Together forever.”

My heart played an awkward rhythm, it’s gentle beating fading against the sound of the pounding rain. I rolled onto my side to face him. “Katsuya. . .” How did he always say such perfect things?

He laughed, “That sounded so stupid, didn’t it? I’m not good at saying the right things.” He really had no idea how much he underestimated himself.
I snuggled up against his chest to show him the affection that I didn’t have the ability to put into words. I wasn’t good with words, but I could do my best to show him how I felt through my actions. “If that wasn’t the right answer, then I don’t know what is.”

I hadn’t slept so well in ages. . .

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I woke up before Katsuya did and decided that it was best not to wake him. It really was peaceful when no one was talking. The blond was a lot like my little brother in that he loved to hear himself speak. The two of them were just bundles of energy, a stark contrast to myself.

I stretched a little until I heard a satisfying pop from my back and then very slowly made my way into the kitchen. The linoleum was cold against my bare feet. I had left my slippers back home.

The only sound in the air was the gentle shuffle of my feet and the bottom of my pant legs against the floor as I stepped over to the pantry, opening it and huffing a disappointed sigh. Though we had gone shopping, I didn’t buy him much and that made me feel a little guilty. How long had he been without food before I came to stay with him? How long had his father been away? He may have told me several days ago, but I no longer remembered. His father was probably going to be returning soon, which would explain why he was so intent on staying at his home first. He really was ashamed.

A box of pancake mix caught my eye and I lazily pulled it from the shelf and sat it on the counter-top closest to me. A skillet and the accompanying ingredients soon joined its side. I wasn’t a chef in any way, shape, or form, but I would do my best for Katsuya.

After several glances from the directions on the box to the mass of pancake on the stove in front of me, I was finally able to complete my task, though I wasn’t to sure about the quality of my work. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers now can they? I flipped off the burner and used a fork to move the last pancake onto the large plate that I had piled three others on. He could have three and I could have one. I didn’t normally eat much for breakfast, if I chose to eat anything at all.

The puppy. . . no, my puppy was still sound asleep when I returned to his room. He would certainly be disappointed to learn that he slept the entire time while I changed into my school uniform in the room with him. He was such a little pervert.

I stood beside the bed, just watching him for a little while. He was adorable. Did I ever use that word? No, not really. . . but then again I’ve been doing a lot of things that I would never usually do. It really was amazing. Jou really had a way of working into peoples’ hearts, no matter who the owner may be.

I leaned down, laying my hand gently on his shoulder and hesitating for only a second before placing a kiss on his forehead. He let out a soft groan, but I knew that he wasn’t angry. “Wake up. I made breakfast again. It’s pancakes. Sorry, that’s all that I can really remember how to cook for breakfast.”

His eyes fluttered open, but remained half-lidded with sleep, “Good morning, gorgeous.” He greeted me with a smile.

I reacted by quickly standing up straight again. I could feel my cheeks burning even though I tried to will the blush away. A smile crept to my lips, “You’re so weird. Come on and get something to eat already. The last thing we need is to be late or absent again.” It was true that I sometimes skipped school to go to work or sleep in, but never multiple days in a row. He was going to ruin my reputation. . . not that I really gave a damn.

“Yeah, people are going to start assuming things.” A strange expression flashed across his face, “Wait, haven’t we already had this conversation?”

I held a hand over my face, parting my fingers so that I could keep my eyes on him. “Yes, Katsuya. We had this same conversation last night. Now get your lazy ass up and come eat some damn pancakes.” My hand fell back to my side as I turned to leave the room.

“I bet they taste like shit.”

I stopped, turning back to him, “Oh really?” He just loved to pick fights. I always seemed to win though. “And just how, dare I ask, do you know what shit tastes like?”

He smirked, sitting up in bed, “What do you think an ass tastes like?”

My eyes opened wide. Did he realize what he was saying? “I’m going to regret this, but why in the hell would you know what an ass tastes like, or even imply that you know what an ass tastes like?”

“How would I know?” He slid from the bed, rising to his feet and sauntering up to stand within a foot of me, his smirk only growing “You mean you didn’t feel it? You sure felt it while I was-”

“What?!” I yelled, my voice breaking when it hit an awkward pitch. He had. . . he had. . . no way!

“Woah, settle down! I’m just kidding!”

I was seething now, but tried to let it go. I wasn’t in the mood for kicking anyone’s ass at this hour of the morning. . . that is, until he reached around me and grabbed my ass.

“Last one to the kitchen doesn’t get anything to eat!” He yelled before bolting down the hallway. . . and I stumbled after him.

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Katsuya ate with a smile on his face which led me to two possible conclusions; Either they didn’t taste like shit, or he enjoyed the taste of shit. I really couldn’t decide which was correct.

It was my first day back to school since I got into it with Asuka Ayumi. She knew better than to say a word to me, and I did my part by ignoring her completely.

The class went by just like any ordinary day. That annoying woman babbled on about nonsense that I had learned years ago while all of my ignorant classmates eagerly jotted down notes in messy shorthand. I tried my best to at least look like I was listening, but the whispering around me was eating at my nerves. I could hear several students mumbling to each other and I could have sworn that either my or Jou’s name came up every now and then. I turned around and glared at a few of them. They were already looking at me, a sure sign that I was the subject of their little conversation. . . which ended after a few seconds of my heavy glare. . . of course they picked up wherever they left off, the whispering more rushed now, once I faced the front again.

Towards the end of class, Asuka reminded everyone about the get-together at the pool on Saturday. Damn. Was I really going to attend? I still hadn’t decided.

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Second block came and went and lunch was finally upon me. I wasn’t really hungry, but I had decided last night that I would try the food that Katsuya always ate. For the first time in my life, I would eat high school cafeteria food; my stomach churned at the thought.

I stepped into the cafeteria and immediately was able to spot the large mass of blonde hair (Yuugi’s outlandish hair was easy to spot as well). He was already in line with his friends, probably expecting to just meet up with me at the table like he did the other day. As I approached the crew, I caught a part of their discussion.

The taller Yuugi tapped his foot, his arms crossed like he was a badass or something, “Tell us, Jounouchi, what were you and Kaiba doing all day yesterday?”

“Uh, let’s see. . . Seto didn’t want to go to school yesterday, so-”

“Wait,” The asshole interrupted just as I snuck up to them, “He didn’t want to go to school?” All of them studied Katsuya very intently as though searching for some sign of a fib.

“I just didn’t feel like it.” The group jumped a little, but my puppy just smiled. . . heh, the image of a canine Jou wagging his tail almost made me laugh out loud. “Is it a crime to skip school every now and then?”

The timid albino looked thoughtful, “Actually, I think it-”

“Shut up.” I snapped, and he did as told. He really needed to grow a backbone, but I suppose that’s what his look-alike was for.

“What did you do then?” Yami no Yuugi, as Katsuya called him, asked Jounouchi, not me, and yet he was staring at me. . . He was treating me like I was inferior. I didn’t like that.

“We went to eat at McDonald’s,” I began before Katsuya had the chance to speak, “then we went shopping at the mall, then we went and hung out with Mokuba at my house, then we showered. . . then we went to a club. Heh, Jounouchi here had to borrow some of my clothes.” The memory of him in my outfit was still fresh. He had looked so cute. . .
“I thought you went shopping.” The taller Yuugi was significantly more irritating than the shorter one. His suspicion was getting on my last nerve.

“We did, but something came up and we weren’t able to purchase what we had gone there for. Don’t interrupt me.” I glared at him, “Let’s see. . . yes, we went to a club and. . . um. . . I’m pretty sure I got drunk, or at least a little bit. Then we ended up back at Jou’s house and. . . oh yeah, he was laying me on his bed-”

“Yeah, you go dude!” Honda called out obnoxiously as he forced my blond into an unexpected high five. Pervert.

“Nothing happened, Honda.” Katsuya informed him, and yet. . . he seemed a little reluctant to tell the truth. “He was drugged-”

“Drunk.” I corrected before things got out of hand.

“No, there was definitely someone putting something in your drink. I saw them do it, and then you started acting funny.” The line moved forward and we went with it.

“That’s called a mixer, dumbass. They put flavoring in the alcohol so that it tastes better. And if you had ever been drunk, then you would act funny too.”

“But you hadn’t had that much to drink!”

“The less body mass a person has, the less alcohol they can hold before they get drunk, and I may be tall, but I’m far from massive.” He was probably so used to seeing how much alcohol his father consumed, so I’m sure that it surprised him that I couldn’t hold much.

He sighed, “Alright, you win. Either way, you were mentally impaired, so I wouldn’t do anything.”

His friends said nothing, they simply gave us blank stares. “Yeah, but you have no problem trying things in the dead of night while I’m trying to-”

His hands quickly clamped across my mouth, “We’re at school, in front of my friends!”

I pulled his hands away. Friends ought to accept their friends no matter what the circumstance or situation. “Yeah, they’re your friends, so they shouldn’t have a problem with us being together, right?” I smiled despite the fact that my stomach was knotting up in a million places. Why was I so nervous saying that in front of so many people? I had to get comfortable with it eventually, I suppose. In any case, Kat-chan looked relieved. Heh, Kat-chan. . . what a cute pet name for the pup.

“Together?” Honda asked, one brow significantly higher than the other. “Jou?” He gave his friend a very concerned look. The knots tightened and I thought I’d faint.

“Don’t worry about it man.” Don’t worry about it? Jou held up his hands and laughed nervously, “What are you doing in line with us, Kaiba?”
Kaiba? What was I doing? Was I not allowed to be near him when he was with his friends? Was I making him nervous? Was I not supposed to say anything about us to his friends? I thought. . . “You don’t want me to stand in line with you? Fine. I’ll just go sit down. By myself. Eating nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I didn’t bring my usual lunch with me today because I thought that just maybe I’d try the school food because you said that I ate too healthy and too little. So I figured, ‘hey, what could one drenched pizza hurt?’ Well, obviously it can clog my arteries and cause me to have a heart attack, but if I only eat it this once, I should be okay.” I sighed, my hands mysteriously finding their way to my hips.

“You’re actually going to try something?” He faked a look of shock, clutching at the chest of his uniform, “It can’t be! Not the great Kaiba Seto! Trying something? A change in routine?” He put the back of his free hand against his forehead, gazing dramatically upward.

I growled, but I really wanted to laugh, “Can it mutt.” I ordered, folding my arms loosely across my chest, but smiling just enough for him to notice that I was only playing.

Both of us jumped a little when we noticed the albino suddenly right beside us, his hands clasped together just under his chin and a ridiculous grin spanning from ear to ear, “I knew it.”

“Oh shut up!” Jou yelled, but I didn’t understand what Ryou (that’s his name, right?) was even claiming to know.

“You’re so loud!” The communal slut scolded. . . well, maybe not a slut. I don’t know many men in their right mind that would give her a thought. . . she looked around at everyone in the area as though Katsuya had embarrassed her more than she normally embarrassed herself when she opened that god-forsaken mouth of hers.

“God damn you’re annoying.” I shoved my pinky finger into one of my ears, closing the corresponding eye to prove my point. Hey, if they weren’t going to say anything to her, I had to do it for them. The sake of my own sanity depended on her shutting the hell up. I pulled my finger out when Jounouchi started to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. I smiled at him. Always so cute.

“Oh isn’t that cute.” Oh, it was the freaky (freakier perhaps?) albino this time, “The priest likes to make the puppy giggle.” He faced Yami no Yuugi, “Remember when you used to make the priest laugh, oh great Pharaoh?” He started to cackle, but the other students refused to stare. “Oh how the mighty have fallen!” The ‘Pharaoh’ swung a fist at him, but he dodged it and continued laughing.

Priest? Pharaoh? It reminded me of was that Isis woman was saying. Such absolute bullshit. “Do they always do this?” I asked my partner.

“Yeah, welcome to my world.” He grinned and didn’t seem to mind their violent and senseless arguing.

The line was finally far up enough that we were all able to claim our crappy school food. Most of them grabbed a boxed pizza while the only female in the group bought a salad. I was tempted to get one of those instead of risking my taste buds, but Jou was quick to stop me.

“Here you go!” He chimed happily, handing me a sopping box of pizza.

“I would say ‘thank you’, but that wouldn’t be very sincere.” And it wouldn’t. I held the box with my index fingers and thumbs. I could feel the slimy texture of the grease against my fingertips and it almost made me heave.

I reluctantly made the decision to sit with the entire group instead of just with Katsuya. I guess that I would have to get used to his little circle of friends. I didn’t want him to shut out his friends because of me. Would he even do that? No, probably not. They were all very important to him, he had proven that often enough throughout the years.

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It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. I didn’t say a whole lot, but rather just listened to the endless banter between Katsuya and his group of misfit friends. They really were misfits in my eyes. A kid with three different hair colors, an unattractive wannabe slut, an effeminate albino, a guy that had less brains than my pinky finger, and two self-proclaimed spirits. Seriously, does that sound like some all-star team to you? Didn’t think so. Jou almost looked like the normal one when he was compared alongside them. He did have his own abnormal qualities though, like his loud mouth, the way he spoke before thinking at the most inconvenient moments, and his neanderthal mannerisms while eating. I picked on him throughout lunch for combinations of all of those things.

After school we met up with Yuugi’s partner, Keita, and Anzu’s partner, Kioko. I didn’t really know much about the two of them, only what I had heard. Kioko seemed to have a goal of sleeping with more male students than any other female in the school, and Keita. . . well, no one really knew anything about him, it seemed, and that was strange enough in its own right.

Walking away from the main building and towards the first road that we needed to cross, Kioko kept trying to whore herself out to me by giggling ridiculously and unbuttoning the top of her blouse. I’m going to be honest and say that I have seen plenty of tits in my life, and aside from size they were all the same damn thing. As for trying to turn me on with cleavage? Anything that looks like an ass sticking out of the top of someone’s pants will never get me going. When will people ever figure that out?

After a few rounds of me shoving her out of my personal space, Katsuya felt the need to step in between us. If he really werea dog, he probably would have bitten her, the way he was growling and glaring at the sight of her. Needless to say, she was no longer an issue.

“You know,” Yuugi began, looking both ways as we approached the street in front of our school, “I’m glad that you’re finally doing things with us, Kaiba.” He turned around and flashed me that childish smile of his, nearly stepping out in front of a moving car. Jou’s brunet friend, Honda, reached out and pulled him away just in time. That certainly would have been an interesting turn of events.
“Watch where you’re going, Yuugi!” Jou screamed, his voice making his panic evident. His chest heaved as he held a hand over his heart as though to ease its wild beating. He glanced over at me for seemingly no particular reason, so I stared back. Did he want me to say something? What? Should I be panicking too? I was tempted to fake relief, but that would make the blond severely angry. As much as he seemed to care for me, I’m certain that his friends were significantly more important, and that’s. . . that’s okay. . . I guess.

The entire group reached the sidewalk on the other side. The mall, huh? Looking at all of the faces around me, I felt very out of place. I didn’t belong in such a happy little group, besides, I still had a lot of work to catch up on. I made up my mind.

“You all have fun.” I said suddenly, stopping just behind them.

“What?” Jou asked. I knew he wouldn’t like it, but. . .

“I’m going back to your apartment, Jou. I have a lot of work to do, so you go ahead and have fun with your friends. Spend time with them. Friends are. . .” Satoshi. . . “Irreplaceable.” Yes, nothing could ever replace a close friend, I knew that all-too well. “I’ll see you later, Katsuya.” I tried to smile, but how could I, with the sad look the blond was now giving me? I spun on my heels, walking in the opposite direction. His stupid friend said something, but I couldn’t make out exactly what it was; nothing of any importance, I’m sure. Some peace and quiet would certainly be nice.

“I’d rather you stay with me today.” Jou’s voice was very firm and calm.

I turned to face him again. He wanted me to stay with him? I couldn’t be alone? Ah, that was it. He feared that Saki would come after me and I’d be all alone. He really worried too much. “It’s an apartment; no one can see which door I enter.” I forced a smile to ease the situation a little, “Don’t worry, just go and have fun. I’ll see you when you get home, alright?” My words didn’t appear to do any good, so I went back to him and laid a hand on his head, rubbing at his hair. He had wonderfully soft hair. Had I touched it before? I left again before he could turn those puppy eyes on me, and began to finally walk toward my new destination.

“Seto!” His voice called out and I stopped and turned around once more. I had always hated hearing my first name from anyone other than Mokuba, after all, it was the name that those men and that guy always called me by. But when Katsuya said it, my cheeks would tingle and my mouth wanted to curve up into a smile all on its own. How come it never did that for anyone else? Hadn’t I been in love a couple times before? Or. . .

My thoughts were interrupted and my mind fell blank as eager lips greeted my own. I grunted in surprise, but wasn’t crazy enough to pull away. Okay, so someone just kissed me in public. I suppose that I would have to get used to that. How long would such a thing last? I really wanted to get used to it. I wanted to have to live with that kind of strange embarrassment for the rest of my life.

“Be careful, okay?” He smiled, looking the short distance up into my eyes, and I returned it as best as I could. Maybe he truly cared about me just as much as he cared for his friends after all.

“I understand.” I answered, leaving him once more. A part of me wanted him to stop me again just like he had the first time, but he didn’t, and I was well on my way toward his apartment. The others would have more fun without me there anyways. . .

. . . A part of me longed to go with them.

- - -

I arrived back at his apartment without incident, though I must admit that I felt a frequent sensation of being followed and turned around on occasion only to discover that nothing was there. At first I had laughed at myself, amused at how ridiculous I must have appeared to a passerby, but my amusement soon faded and was replaced by a sudden onset of paranoia. Yes, Kaiba Seto was feeling paranoid. Those don’t really sound right together.

So back to the fact that I made it to his apartment safely. . .

I was able to get inside using the key that I found under the doormat. What on Earth could possibly possess a person to leave a key to their home in a place where anyone could just invite themselves in and take what’s inside? I understand that not everyone needs to live behind high security gates (or not-so-high security, considering the fact that someone was able to get near the house) like I do, but they could at least keep their spare keys in a safe location. . . dumbasses. . . well, all of them except for Katsuya. . . no, he had his dumbass moments too.

I put the key on the table inside after locking the front door behind me. I would have to remember to have a copy made for myself.

The apartment was completely silent except for the sound of my own heavy breathing (Okay, so I ran up the stairs to his apartment). The silence reminded me of my own home. It reminded me of how lonely my life really was. . . that is, until I was practically forced into this project with Katsuya. It’s almost funny how things turned out with him. After vowing to never let anyone close again and after years of being a complete asshole to anyone I met, Katsuya still managed to somehow slip into my life and into my heart. . . but for how long?

I made my way to the blond’s bedroom to retrieve my laptop. After tossing it unceremoniously onto the couch in the livingroom I stepped into the kitchen to brew some much-needed coffee.

My original intention was to get comfortable on the couch and drink while working on my computer, but it had been so long since I had actually had the time to just sit by myself and enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table and casually sipping at my precious source of caffeine, I was able to really study and think about my current surroundings.

Jou’s living space was very modest, but it wasn’t awful. I believe that I may have picked on him about it when I first arrived nearly a week ago, but in all honesty. . . It reminded me of my original home. My house hadn’t been much, to look at, but it suited a small middle-class family of three well enough. I say three because once my mother went to the hospital to give birth to the fourth member, she never came home.

Mokuba was nearly a clone of my mother, save for his black hair. Mother had beautiful brown hair and magnificent violet eyes. I suppose that I still felt a little bitter about my mother’s death, but my anger was never again directed at Mokuba. No, my little brother was the only reason that I had to keep living. . . well, maybe I had two reasons now.

The warmth from the cup in my hands was gone before I was able to finish. I shoved it away from myself when I suddenly recalled my initial plans. I reluctantly went back to the laptop that lay upside down and abandoned on the couch and dreaded the amount of work that certainly awaited me there.

I sat on that couch for a long while. I crossed my legs, Mokuba always told me that I did it the ‘girlie way’, and sat my computer on top of one leg, my fingers gliding across the keys and my eyes scanning the screen at a routine pace. Answering e-mails and solving corporate problems was practically second nature for me.

A knock came across the door and startled me, causing me to drop my laptop onto the floor. Was Katsuya home already? I glanced at my wristwatch. It wasn’t even 4:30 yet, there’s no way that he’d be back. . . unless he decided that he didn’t want to hang out with them anymore and would much rather be here with me.

I grabbed the key that I had placed on the table earlier and went to the door, opening it with little effort. When I initially peeked outside I was greeted by silence and empty space. Mokuba had played this game with house hands and I many times before. I smiled when I noticed the shadow of a person on the wall by the stairs. He was hiding.

“I know you’re there, Jounouchi.” I informed him, but the shadow remained still. I pursed my lips, not really amused by these childish antics. “Aren’t you going to come inside, Katsuya?” I figured that using his given name would lure him to me, but still there was no movement from the shadow. A part of me wondered if the shadow was just a figment of my imagination. “Alright then, mutt, suit yourself.”

I had shut the door and made it about halfway back in the direction of my computer when I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door. I about-faced immediately. Even if Katsuya was out there, he had his own key and I didn’t want to take any risks by leaving the door unlocked.

I stopped probably five feet from the doorway, but it felt more like five inches. I wouldn’t be locking the door today. . . maybe not any other day either.

The door was gone now, invisible against the wall. In its place stood the one that had likely been knocking, the shadow in the stairwell.

“Don’t you remember what I told you about leaving your door unlocked, Seto-koi?” I was frozen in place as he moved toward me, his body pressing against my own until I found my back flat against the wall. My hands and arms remained stiff at my sides. “It’s an invitation for thieves and predators to come inside and take what they wish.”

I tried to think of something to shoot back at him, anything at all, but my mind drew a blank. All I could do was stare up into those ominous grey eyes and await his next move. I remember a time when his eyes looked silver to me, but it was probably just another illusion that my childish mind had created.

“No bold reply?” He tilted his head a little and then smirked, his eyes narrowing further. “You aren’t so brave without your little attack dog here, are you?”

“H-he’s here. He’s j-just in the. . . the bathroom.” I managed to lie even with the lump in my throat making it more difficult than it already was. The fact that I was stuttering didn’t matter.

He frowned at me suddenly, “That’s a load of bullshit, Seto, and you know it. If he was here, you wouldn’t have called out hiswhen I knocked on the door. He isn’t here at all. He’s out having fun and you stayed behind. It’s likely to be dark before he gets back.” His eyes trailed over me, his smirk returning. I had to keep stalling.

“H-how did you-”

“How did I know? I’m a good guesser.” His hands found their way to my own, his long fingers massaging my skin and wrists. “Besides, even if he were to return soon,” his right hand left me for a moment so that he could reach something that was. . . in his back pocket perhaps? “I’ve got a little something to guarantee that he doesn’t interfere.” He waved a small handgun in my face; I’d seen it once before. “It can also be used to persuade you, my love, but somehow I don’t believe that I’ll need to use such drastic measures on you. You’re such a good little boy, after all.” The gun was returned to it’s hiding place.

“I’m not a little boy anymore, S-s-”

“Go ahead, say my name. It’s been so long since I’ve heard your beautiful voice speak my name, Seto.” He nuzzled my neck, his hands pinning my wrists to the wall behind me. I said nothing and he pulled away. “That’s okay, Seto, you don’t have to say it now; You’ll be screaming it soon enough.”

My eyes opened wider than they had ever been, “Wha-”

The Devil took advantage of my shock and my open mouth as he crushed his lips against my own, his tongue venturing where it didn’t belong. He slid my arms up along the wall until he held them crossed above my head with only one of his hands.

By the time he pulled away, it felt as though he had sucked every ounce of life out of my body. I found myself gasping for oxygen.

“That good, huh?” He smiled a fake and frightening smile, “A kiss so wonderful that it simply took your breath away.”

Escape. I had to escape. I had to get away from him by any means possible. What had I been taught, and what had worked with others in the past? Closing my eyes, it was easier to think. It was almost as if seeing him caused my mind to shut down and my body to become unresponsive. What had worked in the past. . .

“Why are you closing your eyes, my love? Am I so handsome that you can’t even bear to look at me?” I could feel his free hand on my chin, his fingers just as soft as I remembered.

“I’ve missed you.” Came my own voice, and yet it wasn’t mine. Would he believe it? Would he fall for this trick? “I’ve missed your touch.” I opened my eyes halfway and looked up into his; the confusion I found there was unmistakable.

“Seto, you do realize that I was the one that taught you that trick, right?” He raised a brow at me, and I felt so stupid. “Please don’t continue to play that game; I’d much rather have you kicking and screaming.”

Kicking and. . . screaming! The door, he left it open! “You want me to scream?” I questioned, unable to stop my own smile from appearing, thought it probably looked insane. “Alright, I’ll scream for you.” As I took in a deep breath, he looked completely lost, and only after I began to scream out ‘help!’ at the height of my lungs did he realize his mistake.

“God dammit, Seto!” I was released immediately as he spun around to slam the door shut. I imagine that he probably locked it with the key that I had left in the deadbolt, but I couldn’t say for sure, as I was already running in the opposite direction.

Yes, I was trapped in the apartment. It wasn’t like I could just jump out a window and be able to run away from it. I was cornered, but someone had to have heard me. Someone would hear that and call the cops, or call Jou. Yes, Jou was probably already getting a bad feeling and telling everyone that he needed to go home.

I fled down the only hallway in the place and ran into the first room; Jou’s father’s bedroom. I could hear the quick rhythm of him following close behind at a quick pace, and so just as I got inside, I spun around and grabbed the door, yanking it with as much speed and force as possible to close it. . . but it stopped one small inch too short. The full weight of another body was pressing against the other side, a body that was larger and more powerful than my own. My heavy breathing made my chest ache.

“How many years have you known me, Kaiba Seto?” The tone of his voice had changed drastically, his words dripping with a thick poison. “I met you when you were fourteen. It’s been four years, Seto, and yet you suddenly think you can overpower me. I believe that I proved that to be false two years ago.” Though I knew that I was no match for him, I still pushed against the door, unwilling to go down without a fight. “Look, my little beauty, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can either be a good boy and let me in, or I can force my way in and beat the shit out of you for disobeying me.” He let out a laugh that caused my entire body to tremble. “Then again, I may just do that last bit for the fun of it. Don’t worry, though; I’ll make sure not to ruin that pretty face of yours. I love your face, Seto. I love the look that was on it when I fucked you the last time. Make an even better face this time, okay?”

My eyes scanned the room frantically. I knew what his intentions were all along, but I had still been holding on to some shred of hope that he was only here to harass me and nothing else. Now that he had spoken his intentions, it really hit home. I was going to have to go through the same thing that I had two years ago. Could I do it all over again?

The window. It was all the way across the room, but it was my last hope to call for help. If I could just get to the window, open it, and scream out for help, then surely someone would hear me and do something. Surely Katsuya was on his way.

“Seto. I promise- no, I swear to you; I will never, under any circumstance, let that bastard hurt you ever again. . . I won’t let Saki touch you, I won’t let anyone from school touch you either, or anyone at the mall or at the grocery store or on the street or at your own company! No one will touch you, no one will kiss you, no one will follow you. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”

Heh. . .

“. . . and absolutely no one will rape you.”

Why do people always lie to me? No, I knew from the beginning that such a promise was impossible to keep. He couldn’t control what happened to me. Jounouchi Katsuya has such a big heart, that he would promise me the stars in the sky if he knew it would put me at ease. I think that at one point I had compared him to Saki. I could kill myself for ever thinking that. I had been comparing night and day.

Heaving a ragged and nervous sigh, I jumped back from the door in a hurry, causing him to stumble inside, a surprised expression on his face. I flew to the window, my fingers clumsy on the locks. “Come on, open!” I pulled at the glass, but to no avail. I was grabbed from behind by two strong hands; one over my mouth and the other clutching tightly onto my stomach as I was dragged backwards and away from the window.

I was screaming into the palm of his hand, and I don’t even think I was yelling coherent words anymore, not that it mattered. No one could hear me, no one would come, no one would help. I wasn’t trapped, I couldn’t be trapped. It couldn’t happen again. I wasn’t going to give up.

“Shut the fuck up! Why do you keep trying to call for help? Don’t you realize that no one is coming?!” He lifted me off of the floor and I kicked my legs wildly. . . that is, until he dug his fingers into my stomach enough to make me stop. “There was only one person that ever came to your rescue, Seto. Oh wait,” He rested his head on my shoulder, his mouth dangerously close to my left ear, “There were two, but you killed one of them. Do you remember who the other hero was, Seto-koi?”

My eyes stung like hell. I could feel the lump in my throat expand and it almost felt as though I couldn’t breathe. Maybe if this went on long enough I’d simply die. No, I couldn’t die for the same reason that I couldn’t die two years ago. Mokuba. Mokuba and now Katsuya as well. . . but did they truly need me around?

“Tell me, Seto! Who was it that always came running to your side when you needed someone?!” His hand slipped down from my mouth and found it’s way around my neck, applying only a small amount of pressure. “Who?!”
“You.” I forced out, warm tears coming with the confession.

“That’s right. Do you remember when you first told me that you loved me? Do you remember that, Seto? Those big beautiful blue eyes were watered over just like they are now, and your lips trembled. You were so nervous and so shy about confessing your innocent love to me. It almost broke my heart to take you the way that I did. . .almost. I just love you so much Seto, I just couldn’t go without completely having you for myself. I had to have” He pulled the collar of my school jacket until it parted. “I was always there for you. You became so dependent on me. Didn’t you love the way I used to caress your cheeks, your stomach, your thighs. . .”

“Stop it!” I heard myself scream, my right leg swinging back and connecting with his weak spot.

He crumpled to the floor and I took the opportunity to escape from the bedroom, my eyes locked on the front door. So close to freedom, and yet it felt like the hallway was getting longer and the living room was growing larger.

A hand caught my wrist and pulled me until I nearly fell, but I shook it free and used the living room table to catch my fall. He was on one side and I was on the other. I was finally able to get a good look at him in this state. . . and it was absolutely terrifying.

Saki usually had a very calm and collected demeanor. Now, however, his hair was in disarray, his stance was awkward, his eyes were a wild size, his teeth were clinched together, and his whole body heaved with his seething anger.

“You think you’re safe because you’re on the other side of a fucking table?!” He grabbed the table on his end and made quick work of tossing it carelessly aside, “Now what? Where’s your little safe haven? When I fucking get ahold of you-”

I spun on my heels and went towards the door yet again, only to find myself unable to unlock the door. My hands were too shaky to get the key and doorknob to turn properly. Why of all times? My hands, which usually held such precision when at work, were now failing me at the most crucial moment.

His body pressed against mine from behind, and I could feel his excitement, which was painfully obvious. “Now I’ve got you, my sweet doll.” He shoved a leg between the two of mine and rubbed his knee upward. . . and that’s when my body began to betray me. It always went like this when I was younger. No matter how much I didn’t want it, my body did, and they always took it as a sign that I was enjoying myself. My mind screamed no and my body screamed yes. I simply couldn’t win against it. He backed away suddenly, “Come on now, baby.”

My hands fought with the lock again until he grabbed both of my arms, pulling me back roughly. I let out a yelp when a sharp pain shot through my shoulders and back. “Let go of me!”

He spun me around and shoved me against the nearest wall, “What in the hell makes you think that I would listen to a little bitch like you?” He shook me against the wall to emphasize his control. “All of those times that I tried to make love to you and you refused me, I let you. As much as it frustrated me to stop halfway, I left you alone, I gave you what you wanted.” He ran a hand along my cheek and I turned my face away from his touch. “You have always been an ungrateful bitch!” My face stung horribly as the back of his hand connected with my left cheek. I gritted my teeth so as not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. “I gave you so much and you never gave me anything, so I had to just take it! It’s your own damn fault that you got raped!”

My fault? My own fault that grown men took advantage of me when I was only a teenager, an orphan? Perhaps it was, after all, I should have done something about it. I was so concerned with giving my brother the life he deserved, that I kind of forgot about my own well-being. Even so. . .

“Pretty things are so rare and precious in this world, Seto. People love to protect pretty things. . . but only out of their own greed for the possession of such a valuable object. Humans love rare things. Humans are greedy.” He craned his neck, licking at my jaw line.

I shivered, the feeling bringing back distant memories that I’d rather leave forgotten. “Why are you doing this to me?”

He leveled his face with my own, our noses nearly touching, a smile playing on his lips while his eyes laughed at me, “Because you’re absolutely beautiful, and because I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re a liar!” I spat in his face and he slapped me again, this time on the other side.

“You wouldn’t know whether I was lying or not! You’re so god damned gullible! You believed for several years that I was going to protect you from everything, and now look at the situation you’re in! You’d probably believe anyone that told you they loved you!” His glare was far more intense than mine could ever be.

“There are people that truly love me in this world.” Despite my tears, I felt stronger suddenly, “There are people that care about me, and you aren’t one of them!”

“Oh?” He questioned, one arm finding its way around my waist, “Then where are all of those people? Where are they when you need them most?” He smiled when I was unable to answer him, “Face it, Seto, you’re just as lonely as you were when I met you. You’re just a broken doll with no one to play with you.” He nipped at my bottom lip, “Don’t worry, love. I’ll play with you for eternity.”

“Over my dead body!” I jerked my head away, his teeth scraping my lip a little.

His grin was creepy, “That might be fun.” He licked his lips.

I tried to knee him in the crotch again, but he caught my leg as it came up and pulled on it, bringing me down into a broken heap on the floor. He then proceeded to drag me to whatever his chosen destination was.

It really must have looked ridiculous as he dragged me by my legs, obviously enjoying my predicament, as he didn’t even bother to lift me from the floor. I grabbed onto anything that I could get my fingers around, moving the couch and pulling up the cushions in the process. . . but in the end it was all useless. He pulled me back into Jou’s father’s bedroom, and I knew that it was here that he would do his work.

After years of going through with this night after night, I had finally become free after I murdered Gozaburo. But no, after such a long time of freedom, Saki appeared once more to fuck up the life that I had created for myself. Was I not allowed to be happy? Was I not allowed to be in love with anyone? “Why?” I felt stupid for asking him that. I could feel my tears soaking the collar of my uniform jacket, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered much anymore. My shaking body, my burning eyes, my coughing and sobbing. None of it mattered, and it only seemed to make him all the more satisfied to see me in such a condition.

“Why? Because you’re fucking gorgeous.” He hauled me up from the floor and I flailed my arms and legs wildly, trying to get in any punch or kick that I could manage. “Stop it, now! Do you want your new pet to die?!”

My entire form fell lifeless. My pet? Katsuya? “Don’t even think about touching Katsuya!”

“If you don’t want to come home to the lifeless body of your little boyfriend, then I’d suggest you’d be a good little boy and do as I say.” He hurled me onto the bed, immediately straddling my waist so that I couldn’t get up.

“You wouldn’t do something like that.” I told him, though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince.

He leaned dangerously close to my face, “Would you like to test that theory?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Anything, so long as Katsuya would be alright. I would do anything for those that I love most. “Don’t touch him.” Helpless. I was completely and utterly helpless, and this time there would be no knight in shining armor coming to my rescue. . . and yet a part of me still waited for Katsuya to come running into the room. . . that part of me was beginning to fade.

“Well look at this! Someone has excellent taste.” I could hear the clanging of metal against wood. “Whoever this is already has handcuffs on the posts of the headboard. Must be into the kinky stuff, eh?” He grinned down at me. “Don’t you remember the good old days when you were constantly chained up like this?” The cold metal against my skin was so familiar that it made me feel sick to my stomach.

All of those years ago I had been able to drown out a lot of what was being done to me. It had become a routine of feelings, of touches and kisses. . . of pain.

My mind went blank as I recalled those nights. This was too familiar for me. I remembered it all too well, and as Kitamori Saki began his work, the routine poured into my mind.

Different faces, all hidden by shadows, they all laughed at me, laughed at my blank stare and my ‘faithful’ servitude toward my ‘master’. It was always the same. . . but somehow Saki managed to make it more painful than they ever could.

Feather-light kisses on my skin followed by painful bites all across my body. My jacket and shirt were ripped away, his nimble fingers making quick work of the zipper on my pants. Cuffed and pinned, I was once again at the mercy of another.

Kissing, biting, sucking. All on my flesh, my neck, anywhere that his lips could reach.

“I was going to pleasure you too,” He felt the need to tell me, “But since you were such a bad boy earlier, it’s all about me today.”

Today? Would there be other days?

My clothes were gone and the air was icy against my bare skin. Fingers ran across me, across a territory they had known once already. He didn’t even remove his own clothing, but instead left me to my own humiliation. Was I humiliated? No. This was routine. It was routine.

He lifted himself from his perch on my waist, undoing his own pants, the only part of his clothing that would be removed throughout this session, and pulled from there something else that I despised. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? If memory serves me correctly, you give wonderful head. Then again, after doing it for so many others, it wasn’t really a surprise. You were taught well.” With one hand on my forehead and the other on my chin, he pried my mouth open and forced his throbbing organ inside.

I could have simply bitten down, or just laid there and done nothing. . . but the thought of losing Katsuya kept running through my head. I couldn’t lose him. If Saki was satisfied, then he would likely leave Jou alone. I couldn’t take chances with Katsuya’s life on the line.

With Saki’s hands tangled painfully in my hair, I lifted my head to and from the pillow beneath me in a frantic rhythm, Saki’s mouth opening and closing in time with it. His half-lidded eyes stared into my own. Out of all of the men that I had serviced, he was the only one that ever looked me in the eyes.

I could feel him throbbing in my mouth when he suddenly pulled out. “We can’t have me cumming just yet, now can we? I haven’t even had the honor of taking you yet.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, again something that I had become accustomed to long ago. It appeared that only my own saliva would serve to lubricate me. Routine.

More kisses, more unheard whispers, more lies. I had heard them all, heard everything once, twice, a thousand times before. He was powerful and I was weak. My position couldn’t have been more submissive as he pulled my legs up to rest on his shoulders. I knew what was to come. Was I prepared for it? No, and I never had been. I wasn’t his for the taking. I hadn’t been for anyone to take. It always meant pain for me. Pain. Blood. This was routine.

I thought my voice would give out as I released a noise that I didn’t know I could make. He wasted no time entering and beginning a quick rhythm, a smile across his lips. Routine. His hands rested on either side of my head, his eyes closed with ecstasy. “Since you’re being so good now, how about I give you a hand.” He reached down to an area of myself that had long been neglected, and my body gave in to him, thrusting into his hand in time with my pathetic sobbing. Routine.
“Katsuya.” I whispered, but I don’t know why. He wasn’t going to come home anytime soon, Saki was right about that. It was already too late.

“No, Seto. Katsuya isn’t here for you. I am here for you because I love you so much. I love you more than anything, Seto, don’t you understand?” He grinned down at me, the pumping of his hand increasing along with his thrusts. “Oh fuck. . . you have always been the only one, Seto. The only one. . . that can. . . do this. . . to me.” He let out one last grunt as his excitement reached its peak and went over the edge, his body shuttering for a moment before collapsing on top of me.

I followed suit, my body giving in to its natural tendencies while the rest of me had begun to shut down. Thinking only seemed to hurt anymore. Loving had become a burden. He loved me? No, that just wasn’t possible. Had I ever really loved him? Had I ever really loved anyone? Was I really in love with Katsuya? I honestly didn’t know anymore. Why were the words ‘I love you’ so easy for people to say?

“You shouldn’t have struggled, my love.” A finger traced one of my wrists, pain searing through my entire arm. He put the finger to his mouth, licking the blood that was there. Blood? From me? When had I been struggling? Routine. I often struggled. I wanted to fight, but it was always futile. Always. I never escaped. I can never escape.

The demon slipped away, fumbling with something on the dresser in the room. “I’m going to leave a little treat for your mutt, Seto-koi. If he wants the key to your handcuffs. . .” He pulled out what looked like a wallet and removed something from within, laying it on the dresser, “. . . tell him that it’s over here.” He laughed to himself, leaned back over me. “Until then, you can just stay right here like the beautiful angel that you are. Too bad you’re tainted.”

Tainted.

He crushed his lips against my own, ending the kiss as quickly as it had begun, “I love you.”

The person that I had once loved more than anyone else. . . Kitamori Saki. Was that love? Did love mean giving up your entire being to that other person, regardless of what you really want? No matter how much he hurt me, there was still a part of me that wanted to believe in him. . .

. . . and that is probably what hurt the most.

Jounouchi Katsuya, will you be the same way some day? Will you also expect more from me than I am willing to give? Katsuya. . . will you just become another Saki?

My world went black with the scent of my own blood engulfing my senses.

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Damn! I tried so hard not to rush that, but it still feels really rushed. Upon request, I was asked not to make it very graphic, and that’s a good thing. As important as that scene is to the plot, it isn’t a happy thing or a good thing, so it shouldn’t be described in graphic detail. Hope you all like it a lot more than I did! Until next time. . . rate, review, and join my forum!