Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Harsh Truths 2 ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

HARSH TRUTHS 2

BY SETO'S KOIBITO

Summary: My version of Bakura's Shadow's Harsh Truths.

Horror/General NC-17 Chapters 11

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER ONE

Hello. My name is Amy. Amy Kaiba. My life is a living hell.

Um…let me explain that. I live in a loony bin A.K.A. The Buffalo Institution for the Criminally Insane (A/N taking a guess here). Or, as I like to call it, the 10th layer of hell. The only reason I'm in here is because everyone thinks I'm dangerous and nuts.

But I'm not. I'm just sad, depressed. And angry. I'm angry at life, at fate, at the world…and at my husband.

Yes, I'm married. Or was. You see, my husband, he…no. I can't talk about it. Not just yet. The pain is still too fresh.

But the doctors, they can't just leave it alone. They keep wanting to "talk" about it. They keep telling me to repeat what I remember about it. But I don't want to remember. I want to forget.

I want to bury the pain deep inside, like Joey does. Um…ok…I'm trying to avoid this, but…ok. I'll tell you what happened.

**flashback**

"Bye, girls!" I called to my friends as they drove off. I took out my key and unlocked the front door.

"Seto! Mokuba! I'm back!" I yelled. But the mansion seemed deserted. "Seto? Mokuba?" I got worried. They were normally home by now. Then I saw it. Relief flooded me. Mokuba's backpack was by the stairs, as always, indicating someone was home. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon. They were probably just busy and didn't hear me. I set my bags down by the backpack and headed upstairs.

I stopped dead at the top. Our bedroom door was open. I never, EVER, left it opened. Shit. Something bad happened.

I ran into the room. I was right. Something bad had happened. My husband, Seto Kaiba, was lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of drying blood. I ran over to him. Then I noticed his arms. They were cut from the wrist to the elbow. Suicide. It didn't make me feel any better when I found that he was cold. He was already dead. I started to cry. I cried out in horror and disbelief.I kept calling him to come back to me, even though I knew it would do no good. Finally, tears still flowing at a rapid rate, I leaned down and gave Seto a final kiss.

Then I saw it. The glint of a razor. And next to it, another, smaller, body. Mokuba. I ran over. His wrists were slit across, but he was still breathing. "Hold on, Mokuba." I told him and brought out my cell phone. The first thing I did was call 911. The second thing I did was call Joey. You see, Joey was Mokuba's lover. He met me at the hospital. Mokuba had slipped into a coma and the doctors gave him little hope of surviving. I couldn't let him suffer like that. So I convinced Joey to let him go and he was taken off life support.

**end flashback**

So now you know who Joey is. He lives here with me too. We share a room, refusing to be separated. We trust no one but each other. And we never will.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER TWO

Thank god for school. It's the only place where I get peace. I have tons of friends at DaVinci (A/N I actually go to this school). Erica, Dayna, Ashley, Jennifer, Courtney (A/N and these are my real friends). I could go on and on. But none of them know. You see, even though they're my friends, I still don't trust them. I just can't. They don't know about it from the press either. I kept it pretty secret.

But that doesn't keep them from getting suspicious. They've been wondering for a while why I seem so depressed all the time. And why I don't take a foreign language. When my French 2 class starts (I'm a freshman taking sophomore French) a nurse comes to my room and takes me down to LL4, the art room. No one uses it second period.

So second period, I go down and talk to my doctor, Dr. Grey (A/N I stole this name from Bakura's shadow too).

It's not fun. I always come out of it more depressed than before. Then everyone grills me about it in biology. Then November came around. That's when all this shit happened to me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER THREE

November first, 2001. I will never, ever, EVER forget that day. Not for as long as I live.

My third tragedy almost happened.

I was sitting in my third period biology class when we heard someone scream. We ran out of the room. And I saw the worst site of my life. Excuse me, second worst site of my life.

Joey was nearly unconscious on the floor, barely breathing. Someone held up a bottle of pills that fell out of Joey's pocket. They were ones that Grey prescribed to us for the depression. Joey intentionally OD'ed. I ran up next to him as the ambulance arrived. I told him to hold on, for me, that I couldn't lose him too.

All he said to me was "I want to be with him again. I'm dying without him." I knew what he meant. Mokuba. He wanted Mokuba back. When the ambulance left, everyone asked me about what Joey meant. But I couldn't tell them. Dr. Grey took me downstairs and we talked the whole day. When I got home I got a message from the doctors. Joey was ok and I could go and see him. So I did. We talked for hours until they kicked me out. Joey had been telling me how he was missing Mokuba more and more each day. I figured Joey had just tried to be back with the one he loved most. We were still upset over everything. We tried to stay together, but we both felt like taking the same path our lovers did from time to time. I guess Joey was the first to crack.

He was back in school in a week.

Then Dr. Grey called him down to talk his 4th period class (French 2). I was in lunch. All of a sudden, I heard shouting.

"Leave me alone! I don't want to talk about it anymore! That's what drove me to pop pills in the first place!" We ran out into the hall to see Joey yelling at Dr. Grey. "Now Joey, calm down. Talking will help with the pain, make it go away little by little." "No! All the talking does is make the pain come back stronger. Why can't you just LEAVE US ALONE!" "Now, now. Don't be so harsh." "He's right, Grey." I said. I decided I needed a say in this too. "the pain comes back stronger every time. We need to be left alone so we can deal with it on our own." "That's just it, my dear. You're too young to deal with it `on your own'" "Bullshit!" just then nurses arrivedand gave Joey sedatives. Then they tried to grab me. Big mistake.

Ashley came up and pulled them off of me as soon as I started to struggle. She is very protective of me. She got them off me and threw them into the wall before the school security guard could grab her (A/N She would really do this for me, too). By now everyone in the school (400 students plus staff) was watching. I fell to my knees, sobbing, as all my friends came around, trying to comfort me. I broke away and ran crying into the crowed. And smack into his chest.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER FOUR

`Him' was Chris (A/N My crush in real life. I just had to throw him in here. He lives next door to me and already graduated. But for the purpose of this fic he is my age). TheinstantI hit him, he put his arms around me and held me. And for some reasonI didn't resist. He didn't say a word. That is, until Dr. Grey ran over.

"Let go of her. She needs professional care. Let us handle it." Dr. Greymade a move to take me away, but I clung to Chris like I was being offered to the devil. His arms held me tighter and I still would not stop crying. In fact, I cried harder.

"No," he replied forcefully, "I can probably help her better than you've been doing." I heard everything, but I didn't care. Just as long as I didn't have to go back and "talk".

Dr. Grey tried again. "You don't understand. She has problems that you couldn't even comprehend. She's been through a very traumatic event. She needs a professional to help her. Not some kid with good intentions." "And you don't understand me, sir. I have been through something probably as bad as she hasand I know what it feels like. I know what it's like to feel like you have no friends, no one who understands your pain. What she needs now is someone who understands what's happened to her. Not another doctor to press her." And with that he got me up (still crying) and led me into the art room.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER FIVE

I cried for thirty minutes. Chris never left. He just spoke softlyto me. When my tears finally subsided, he asked me what had happened but I couldn't tell him.At least, not until he told me what happened to him.

His birth father had been an alcoholic and abusive. So one day, his mom decided to take him and leave. But his father came home before they could leave. Chris hid under the bed as his dad came in. His parentsbegan to argue. Then a gunshot. Chris' mom fell; then another shot and hisdad fell. He came out to find both his parents dead. He was in an institute for 3 years.

I was shocked. He seemed so normal.

"So what happened to you?", Chris asked again. I looked up, then closed my eyes. "I was married on May 25th, 2000. On March 19th, 2001 I came home to find my husband dead by suicide. Next to him was his little brother, nearly dead. We, Joey and I, brought him to the hospital. He had slipped into a coma and was on life support. We couldn't let him suffer, so we let him go too." "Why was Joey there?" " My husband was the prominent Seto Kaiba. His brother was Joey's lover. I now run Kaiba Korp in Seto's place. He left it to me in the will."(A/N I know that this can't happen in real life, but it's happening in my story, so there. :-p)

"Wow!" he looked at me with a shocked look on his face. "Thatwould explain why you were so upset at what happened to Joey."

"Joey's all that I have left. If he left me too, I would probably be next." Then Grey came in. "Are you all finished playing psychologist?" he asked Chris. "I need to take her in. She needs to be with professionals, people who are trained to do this."

"I'm not going with you." I said. Grey looked at me, shocked. "But, Mrs. Kaiba, I know you've been feeling better since the talks. I see it in your face. You seem happier each day." "No I haven't. Every time I tell the story, the pain gets worse. I'm not going back." "But…" "The lady said `no'" Chris cut in. Then a smiled appeared on his face, like he just got an idea. "Let me treat her. The same schedule. Everything. For one month." "And if you fail? If you get no farther than me?" "She goes back to a professional and I admit I was wrong." "Deal. One month to see if she improves." Dr. Grey turned around and left. Chris sighed and ran a hand through his short, black hair. He turned around to face me and smiled.

"Well let's get started, shall we?"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER SIX

For one month we talked. Every day, even weekends.And it wasn't always about the tragedy. Sometimes it was about normal things. School, movies, books, life in general. Chris was a great guy. He was more like my friend than my doctor. But he actually helped me too.

He helped me to look back at the signs that preceded the suicide. Like the fact that Seto had a lot more pills around, prescription and non. And the way he lost interest in dueling and his work. He also didn't want to do all the romantic things we used to do. Like dance, go out to the movies, or go to the fanciest restaurant in town. I had started to wonder about him, but he said he was fine. Stupid fucking me, I actually believed him.

He helped me to trust again. At least, a little more than I used to. Joey was also talking to him. The same schedule as he had with Grey. Now, just for a reference, normally they don't let you out of the 10th layer of hell for anything. But because of my name and power, they gave Joey and mespecial privileges. So we got to go to school and do other normal things.

When our month was up, I felt better than I had since the tragedy. And then it happened. I fell in love again.

What had happened was this: Chris and I had finished our last session and we were talking about our school dance. It was called DaVinci Day. It was the last school day before Christmas Break.

Then he asked me. "Amy, I wanted to know if you would accompany me at tothe dance on DaVinci Day."

I looked at him stunned. I couldn't believe it. Was he really asking me out?

"Chris…I-I just…I don't think…I don't… exactly know… what to say." I was in complete shock. I didn't think that I could ever date again. Not after what happened.

Memories flooded me. I remembered when Seto first asked me out. The way he looked in my eyes. The way he smiled. His voice, full of hope and longing, wishing for me to say yes.

"Say that you'll go with me." His voice broke through my thoughts; my memories that kept returning. He smiled at me warmly, a kind, loving and wishful look in his eyes.

"Chris… that's just it. I don't think I can." "But why not?" he asked me, confused. I smiled at him and started to sing softly:

"Just maybe you need this

and I didn't mean to lead you on

You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I started.

There's no room, left here on my back,

It was damaged long ago.

Though you swear that you are true, I'd still pick my friends over you."

New Found Glory's song, My friends over you, described the situation perfectly. Maybe he did need me. And I knew that I wanted him. But my trust issue prevented me from fully being able to go through with this.

He looked at me, puzzled. I explained it to him. He looked hurt, but seemed to recover quickly.

"OK then. See you around." "Bye Chris. I'm sorry." "It's OK. I wasn't really expecting you to say yes anyway. But it was worth a shot."

He left and I swear that I saw tears forming in his eyes. But maybe it was my imagination. I had a history of hallucinating.

Then DaVinci Day came.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DaVinci Day started out normal. We had classes as if it were a half-day. That means that every class lasts for 20 minutes. After that, we headed to the room where the dance was to be held. The DJ from the local pop radio station, Kiss 98.5, was playing the music, loud and annoyingly addicting.

My friends and I got up and started dancing together. One of my favorite things to do with Seto was to go clubbing. I lost interest when I lost Seto. Chris helped me to go back to what I love to do without getting bad flashbacks.

As I looked over the crowed, I spotted Joey dancing with someone. I looked harder and found out that the girl he was dancing with was one of my two best friends, Jennifer.

As we danced, I could feel someone's presence behind me. I turned around to find Chris dancing and watching me. Without thinking, I began to dance with him. We danced through the whole two hours that the dance went on. So did Jen and Joey.

When we were dismissed and outside, Chris turned to me and took my hand. He looked into my eyes as he spoke.

"Amy, I had a lot of fun dancing with you. I know you still don't trust me, but would you like to come over to my house sometime? Like maybe tonight?" Something in me stirred. It was the same feeling I got when I was around Seto. Like my heart had just melted then flew away. Just as I was about to answer, Joey came up behind me.

"Hey Amy. You ready to ditch this dump and spend a fun filled vacation with me in the 10th layer of hell?"

"Actually, Joey, I was thinking of going to Chris' house. You go home and tell Grey where I am. If he needs me he can call me on the cell." Joey looked at me in udder shock, since I kept telling him I could never love again. And now here I am with another guy about to go to his house. I turned around and smiled at Chris. He smiled back and we left to get on the bus.

I was on my way to the second best night of my life.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow. WARNING!!! SEX IN THIS CHAPTER!!!

CHAPTER EIGHT

He unlocked the door and I stepped into his house. It was a small, 2 bedroom, one floor place. However, it was well kept and very nice. He showed me to his room, the smallest but still a decent size. He closed the door behind us. As I turned around, he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

It was sweet and soft at first. I felt his tongue drag across my lower lip, making me giggle. I hesitated at first, but my heart (or hormones) had gotten the best of me. I opened my mouth and he explored it, gingerly at first then more passionately. His tongue ran over the roof of my mouth (something Ashley must have told him of, since she does it to all her boyfriends), which caused my hormones to rage in lust.

I soon felt myself being lead to the bed, then leaned onto my back, with him on top of me. God his weight feels so good. We broke away, both gasping. He looked me in my eyes, and I could see the lust burning in them. He didn't even say a word. All I did was nod and he knew what I meant. I closed my eyes and he pressed his lips to mine again, tongues battling for dominance. I felt my clothes slowly being peeled off.

I reached out and my fingers met his hot skin. His clothes were already gone and he was working on my pants. My shirt and bra were already off. I helped him with my pants. He finally dragged them down, along with the string-up-my-ass that I call underwear (AKA my thong). His kisses went down my jaw, then my neck. He stopped suddenly. When I opened my eyes, he looked at me, scared.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" I grinned at him. "Of course I'm sure." I told him "Do you know what you're doing?" I asked him with another grin. He blushed. "No I don't." My grin became wider, but how can this boy not know how to fuck? Oh well. I flipped him onto his back. "Then get ready to learn."

I began by kissing his neck, traveling downward until I came to his nipples. I took one into my mouth, rolled my tongue around for a bit, making it hard with pleasure. Then switching to the other, doing the same to this one as I had done to the other. His moans were intoxicating so I lightly nipped on it, causing him to moan in true pleasure.

I went downward slowly, tasting his stomach and dipping my tongue into his navel. I stopped suddenly, smiling as I saw his face twist in protest and confusion. Then I took him into my mouth.

Good God! He tasted so good to me. I heard him gasp in surprise as he felt me swallow him. I slowly ran my tongue over the bottom and used my teeth to make him as hard as he's ever been. This quickly turned into a string of constant, never-ending moans coming from him. I felt him stiffen, getting ready to cum when I stopped.

He looked up at me, with a mixture of hatred and confusion. "Why did you stop?!" he asked, still panting. "Don't worry, baby." I told him " I'm just not done with you yet." I leaned him back onto his back and, with one swift motion, got him inside me.

I stroked myself in and out of him, slowly at first. Once I heard him moaning, I started to go faster. His hands grasped my hips, pushing him deeper into me.

This boy must be at least ten inches, almost as big as Seto. But, no one could ever match him in bed.

Soon Chris and I found a rhythm that we both enjoyed. I felt like torturing the boy so I slowed my rhythm as he whimpered in agony. I love doing this, it makes the man realize that I am in total control over him. I then increased my pace, riding him as fast I could. I felt my muscles tighten up and I screamed out his name. Seconds later, he lost himself in me, crying out my name as well. I collapsed on top of him, but not enough to hurt him. He pulled out of me and he held me in his arms. All of a sudden, a thought occurred to me.

"Hey Chris? Where are your parents?" OK YOU CAN LOOK NOW!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER NINE

Chris just looked down and smiled at me. "Don't worry about it. They're out at the casino (Casino Niagara) and they won't be back `till at least midnight. It's only 6:30 so don't worry about it."

I smiled back up at him. "Excellent." I said before falling asleep; his arms wrapped around me lovingly.

I woke up about 2 hours later by Chris shaking me. "Your cell phone's ringing." He informed me and handed it to my out stretched hand.

"Hello?" "Mrs. Kaiba? Oh thank god! I've been worried sick about you," it was Dr. Dumbass, more commonly known as Dr. Grey, "What did you think you were doing? You're not ready for a relationship yet." "Oh screw you, Grey. I'll be home tomorrow at 9:00." I didn't even wait for a reply. Just hung up and went back to sleep.

My rest of Christmas Break went about the same way. I was glad I found Chris. But getting him through Ashley was another story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER TEN

I was at school early on January 2, 2002. Ashley knew something was up by my smile. Jennifer did too. And they found out what it was when Chris walked in. Just by our smiles they knew. Ashley grabbed me; Jennifer grabbed Chris and they dragged us to the art room.

"You little bitch!" Ashley yelled at me, "How dare you get laid before me!" (A/N this would really happen, too, but Ashley has already lost it. ^_~) "How did you know?" asked Chris, dumbfounded. "I can see it in your eyes, you dumb fuck." She replied in a very sadistic voice (A/N She would really say this, too.) And because the school was so small, the news spread like wildfire. We're the hottest thing since the hot fudge sundae. Oh, and because of Chris' amazing skill as a psychologist, Joey and me were released in March (we still needed to go through some tests to prove we weren't insane).

But some things happened before that. We had an exchange student come to the school in January. His name was Ryou Bakura and he was a year older than Joey and me. Oh and Chris, too. Chris was also a freshman.

That meant that Ryou was a sophomore like Ashley. In fact, that's how I met him. Ashley and I had 2 classes together, French 2 (which I now used as a study hall) and Lunch. He had the same schedule as her and he was following her around, obviously taken aback by what he later called her "beauty".

And boy did she like him. Every time he walked away, her head would follow him, looking at his ass. She would then turn to me and smile. I knew exactly what she was thinking and my words each time were "Shut up. Don't even say a word."

In April, the school decided to create a new dance, the Spring Ball. So Jen, Ashley and I went out and bought dresses together. We all got long, spaghetti strapped dresses. Jen's was dark purple, Ashley's was black, and mine was baby blue. They were all made of velvet. They were also low cut with huge slits in the sides, that went from our ankles to mid-thigh. And we all went with the guys of our choice. Chris, Joey, and Ryou. Guess who went with which chick. Not hard, is it.

The ball went well. The six of us sat at the same table. It was a boy-girl setup too. We danced through the whole thing. However, Seto was never able to properly get me to ballroom dance, so I ended up having two left feet. How Ashley and Jen knew how to dance was beyond me, but they were all doing better than I was and I was the one who took the classes.

The next day, both Ashley and Jen came to school with big, no, HUGE smiles on their faces. And were absolutely bubbling. See, unlike me they were actually willing to talk about what happened. Oy, that was like a porno only I didn't SEE any of the good stuff.

I'm doing good now. I know how to deal with the pain. I still miss my old family and I will never give up the name Kaiba, but now I know how to move on. I've fallen in love again and I know that Seto would be proud to see me taken care of.

ECLIPSE

ONE YEAR LATER

WARNING!!! MORE BLATENT SEX!!!

I had just come home from another date with Chris. I had sold the mansion and bought a two bedroom flat. It was suitable for Joey and me. I got in, showered, changed, and went to bed. Joey was already asleep even though it was only ten o'clock at night.

At about one o'clock, I was awakened by someone shaking me and a voice speaking to me, in little more than a whisper.

"Amy. Come on, baby, wake up," the voice said in a singsong voice, pausing for a bit before speaking again, "Come on sweetheart. Come on, wake up my baby butterfly." Only one man ever called me his baby butterfly. And that one man was Seto. But he was dead, wasn't he?

I opened my eyes and looked up above me. There was Seto's smiling face, the brown hair, the loving look in his blue eyes. It must be a dream. I mean, it can't be real. Seto's dead.

I blinked then reached up and touched him. He WAS real. I could feel it. His silky smooth skin and flawless complexion. He closed his eyes, relaxing under my touch and putting his hand to mine. He then opened his eyes and smiled at me. He put his hand behind my head, lifted me up and pressed my lips to his. My lips parted before he even asked and his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me. My tongue did the same, tasting that same spicy sweet taste that I always associated with Seto Kaiba.

We broke away and I kept my eyes closed, wondering that, if this was a dream, I never ever wanted it to end. I opened my eyes and he was still there. Amazing, simply amazing. He's back from the dead.

"Seto? Is it really you?" I asked him, dumbfounded. "Yeah baby butterfly. Its really me, you aren't dreaming." He told me with a smile. "But how…how did you…" he smiled again and placed a finger to my lips to silence me. "Lets just say, somebody up there likes me and decided to do me a favor. I get one night with you." All of a sudden I heard what sounded like a muffled scream.

"Joey! Oh gods…" was what came next. Seto just smiled and actually let out a giggle. "What the hell…" I started to ask. Seto giggled again. "Mokuba came back too and I guess his night is in full swing." I giggled too, and smiled up at Seto as he kissed me again.

The next thing I felt was his hands sliding up my black silk slip I call a nightgown. Seto had given it to me for our one-month anniversary, considering the fact that we were already screwing after the first week. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other.

I felt his kiss become eager and more persistent as his hands slowly made their way up my body. When his hands hit my waist, he broke the kiss and pulled away, the lust evident in his eyes when I looked at him. "Gods baby, you wouldn't believe how much I've missed you." "Seto," I said in a breath, "I've missed you so much, you would never believe it." "Oh baby, I love you so much." He quickly climbed under the covers of the bed, on top of me, and kissed me yet again.

I could feel his rock-hard cock press into my thigh as he kissed me with as much energy as he used to put into dueling. That was when I realized that he had been wearing absolutely nothing the entire time we had been talking. He began to grind his cock into me as his hands went to my breasts. He cupped them as he ground harder into me. His hands then made their way down to my thighs, caressing me with the touches I remember so clearly, the ones that torture me in my dreams.

He stops and pulls away. "Amy," he starts to ask, "do you sill love me? I mean, after all that's happened, do you still want me?" His eyes beg me for an answer, one that will satisfy his soul. "Of course, Seto," I answer him, "you sill haunt me in my dreams, I still feel your love and your presence around me. As much as I love Chris, I've never stopped loving you."

He sighs in what I can only classify as relief. He presses his lips to mine once more, only this kiss is quick. He pulls away and positions himself to thrust into me. His eyes lock with mine, silently asking my permission to go ahead with this. I nod and feel him quickly thrust into me. He doesn't move for a bit, letting me get used to his size again. After being with Chris for so long, having someone larger inside you is an adjustment. But I adjust quickly and he starts to move inside me. It is slow at first, but not for long.

He speeds up and fiercely thrusts into me. I moan loudly my appreciation at his speed. He quickly finds that spot in me that makes me melt like ice in the summer heat. "GODS Seto!" I cried out, "Do that again, please…" I moan that last part out. He grabs my hips in a bruising grip and pushes harder and deeper into me. The sweat is pouring off him and his breathing is staggered. He groans louder with every thrust. He keeps hitting my spot, and stars are dancing in front of my eyes. All of a sudden, instead of stars, colors burst in front of my eyes and I scream Seto's name. One more thrust and he follows with his own orgasm.

He pulls out of me slowly, lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms. "Mmm Seto." I murmured into his chest. "Just sleep my baby butterfly. Don't worry about a thing."

When my alarm went off at 10:00 the next morning, Seto was gone. Was it

all a dream? I got up and went to my dresser. Sitting there was a diamond necklace I had never seen before. Next to it there was a note.

"Hey baby butterfly. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. Here's a little gift for you that I forgot about. I didn't get a chance to give it to you before my unfortunate demise. Take care of yourself and Joey and don't ever forget how much I love you baby. Seto." YOU CAN LOOK AGAIN!!!

~*~THE END~*~