Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Call Me Onii-chan... Call Me Your Koibito ❯ I Need You ( Chapter 2 )

A startled black cat skittered across his path as he walked on, head down, not thinking of anything besides Mai, and bed, and getting rid of the gut-wrenching memories with the cheap price of orgasmic pleasure. This was all life was anymore. Empty. It wasn't the way it should've been, he told himself. But he'd made the choice to live without her…

Staring along at the pavement, he failed to see three figures carrying a struggling fourth one into a dark alley ahead. Their shadows weren't cast long enough for him to see anyone. He passed by the alley, still lost in his own thoughts.

A flick of a lighter. An orange spot glowed in the darkness. In the dim light, she could see the cigarette lifted to his lips, and a lazy wisp of smoke steadily rising from the lighted end.

"So you wanted to play with the big boys, did ya?"

She felt the rough edges of the rope burning into her wrists. She struggled, but it was no use. The rope just bit deeper into her, keeping her tied to the wall. She looked up and down the dark alley. No one was around this late at night. At any rate, at least her mouth wasn't gagged.

"You sorry son of a bitch. Don't think I won't get back at you for this," she spat.

She didn't see it coming, but she felt it. The tingling burn across her cheek.

"Now, now, sweetheart, we don't want to have to wash your mouth out with soap, do we? Or how about we stuff something else into it?" There were guffaws of laughter from the two figures standing behind him.

She glared at him. Jou had been right. Just days ago, when he passed her by… "Nakomi, don't hang around with those guys. They're not the best kind of people to be around." She had jerked her arm away and continued walking. It hurt too much to even look at his thick, windblown blonde locks and the intense brown eyes. These guys weren't the type to take a girl out unless they wanted something from her. She should've listened to him in the first place. But hadn't he abandoned her in the first place? Why should she listen to him?

A hand reached out and unbuttoned the top three buttons from her blouse.

"Relax, honey. You ought to be in Playboy, ya know that? How `bout we give you a trial photo shoot?"

She tried to kick him. "You sick bastard."

He grabbed her jaw and squeezed it upwards. She winced but looked at him with defiance in her eyes. "Baby, if you're gonna be difficult about this, we're gonna have to treat you a little more rough. We don't like doing it but it looks like you're asking for it." He pulled her forward and forced her to kiss him.

He let go and she spat in his face. "Fucking prick."

"Nako-chan, you know I don't get mad easy. And you've gotten to that point." He changed from his low, soft tone to a harsher, louder one. "Your game, boys."

The two figures behind him eagerly leapt forward, and the sound of ripping cloth filled Nakomi's ears. Then the blinding pain as the whips cut into everywhere she was exposed. She finally allowed herself to scream in agony as the pain intensified with every blow.

"Just a minute, boys."

The blows stopped. Nakomi could feel all the places stinging raw where she'd been cut. A blow under her eye smarted and she could feel the blood, like tears, slowly crawl down her cheek.

A finger lifted her chin. "So what do you say, are you gonna work for me?"

She stared at him with hatred in her eyes. "Never."

A finger snap, like a signal. And the pain started all over again. Even the ropes bounding her wrists together didn't matter anymore. They had been loosened. She slumped slowly down the wall, blows still raining on her.

"Jou-kun…" she whispered. His smile. His laugh. The way he used to protect her from guys like these. The idiotic way he jumped up and down and yelled, "Encore!" at her piano recitals. His soulful brown eyes that showed pain, because he never spoke about it. His cheerful voice over the phone, "Ne, Nako-chan! Wanna go out?" His strong arms that carried her to the nurse's office when she'd twisted her ankle. The look on his face when he told her they couldn't be friends anymore.

The tears mingled with the blood on her face. Her eyes started to close. The pain was too much to bear. Her lips moved without a sound. "Jou… why did you leave me? I need you…"