Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Rape, Hurt, and Heal ❯ Discussion ( Chapter 2 )

Before you read any further, be forewarned that this entire selection is about rape. I AM GIVING FAIR WARNING TO STOP READING NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. I WILL ACCEPT NO FLAMES ABOUT THE SUBJECT MATTER OF THIS! YOU SHOULD HAVE READ THE TITLE AND MY WARNINGS! NO FLAMES! There is bound to be some swearing throughout the `fic, yaoi, graphic violence and possibly graphic rape, if I decide to insert a scene on that, possibly some lemons, mentions of pornography, childhood rape, etc, etc. This is not for the little munchkins. Heed the ratings or pay the price.

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Rape, Hurt, and Heal

It had taken me enough trouble to ask Pyro out on a date in the first place. He had turned me down twice, and on the third try, he had finally agreed to go with me to a movie. We had gone to a few movies before, a couple of nice dinners, and he'd even asked me to a concert once. We were walking through the casino after buying our tickets, when he asked me, "Want something to eat?" while pointing at the concession counter.

"Sure! Do you want anything?"

"Maybe, what do you want?"

"Erm… lemonade, a small popcorn, and maybe something chocolate. What do you want? Coke? Orange soda?"

"Lemonade is good, along with popcorn and a Hershey's with Almonds."

"Okay." We were next in line at this point, as I discovered that I'd been led into the line all along. "Pyro, you want anything else?"

"Nah. Maybe a couple of Frappucinos, if you want one."

"Okay."

"Welcome to Domino Theaters Concessions and Snacks. What would you like today?" the girl behind the counter asked.

"Two medium lemonades, a large popcorn, one Hershey's with Almonds and… make that two Hershey's with Almonds."

"And one Vanilla Frappucino." Pyro stated behind me.

"Okay, your total comes to 17.50." I made to pull out my wallet, but Pyro placed a 20 down on the counter. "On me, Kat."

"Thanks!" The girl gave him his change, handed us the food and 3 straws, and we walked off to our theater. As we entered, we noticed that it was almost empty, which didn't surprise me. The movie had been out on video already and this was just an original subtitled showing of the movie. We sat in the second to last row on the top, and no one was in the top row. A good place to enjoy each other's company.

`Maybe this will end up in a relationship,' I thought to myself as we sat and watched Spirited Away, the movie he'd chosen. We sat munching the popcorn, sipping the lemonade, and he, evidently, was enjoying himself with teasing me with the occasional chocolate almond square popped into my mouth before the popcorn in my hand would make it. Suddenly, about half an hour into the movie, as a "Radish Spirit" and the heroine, Chihiro, rode an elevator up in silence, a hand grabbed my neck, and, evidently, Pyro's too, as I saw him stiffen in the seat next to me. The almost empty theater was brought to silence as the characters reached the top floor, bowed to each other, and parted. Our captor sent a gunshot ringing through the theater. A few women screamed, and several men jumped up to see what had happened, although that could have been partially because of the talking doorknocker.

Our captor, evidently male by his deep voice, dragged us by our necks to in front of the screen. Holding the gun to my head, he shouted out into the crowd, "Alright! I don't want none a ya leavin' this theater 'til the movie ends, and none a ya a ta call the cops or I'll shoot this here pretty little girl!" We were stared at in shock. The man grabbed us again and told us to "Move your asses before I shoot the both of your brains out!" We were all too glad to comply. He realized, as light appeared at the end of the corridor, that he had taken us into the casino. He kept us back in the shadows, and grabbed me.

"While we're out there, I'm your father, clear?"

"Yes sir."

He grabbed Pyro. "And you, you're her friend she took to see a movie that just let out so you called me to pick you up, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"And you both understand that if you don't obey my every command I'll shoot both of you and leave you out in the desert for the cops to find?"

"Yes, we understand." With that, he hurried us through the casino and out of the theater. Out of nervous habit, I began to click my nails as we walked. Pyro, sensing our captor's hearing and knowing it angered him, grasped my hands, squeezing gently. I squeezed back, thankful for the somewhat comforting contact. In the casino parking lot, we were shoved into the backseat of a Ford Taurus. We drove for a very long while.

As we drove down the freeway, we both grew more and more nervous. We were leaving Domino for the wild desert area outside the city's outskirts. I was afraid of what this meant for Pyro, and even more afraid of what this could mean for me. We turned off on a small turnoff labeled "Chi no Akai Street" `Great.' I thought to myself, looking at Pyro, who took Japanese classes too. We shared a knowing look at the meaning of the street name. `Red of Blood Street. This can't possibly be good.' I thought. I know Pyro thought the same thing. Pyro slid his arm around me in an attempt to comfort me. I returned the gesture.

The man, who had revealed his name as Kaine, took us to a large house a good ways down the turnoff road. Kaine led us into an average-sized house to a large, complex basement. We were locked into a room with five guys already in there. Pyro and I recognized all of them.

"Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Jou, Seto, what are you doing here?" I wondered.

Yami spoke. "We were all kidnapped from the movies, all today."

"How long have you been here?" Pyro inquired.

"To what we can figure out, the first pair has been in here for 4 hours, the second for 2 hours, the last having been here for an hour and a half. And then you two.

"But there are five of you here. Who's the sixth person of the pairs?" Pyro asked.

"I am." Bakura popped out of a vent in the wall. "I went exploring to see if I could figure out what this Kaine guy wants with us. I think I did."

"Did you find anything worthwhile?" Yugi asked.

"Yes." Was the curt answer.

"Wha'd you find, Kurie?" Ryou asked worriedly. Bakura glared at him.

"Don't call me that. At least not in public. I found a room full of cameras, video equipment, some aphrodisiacs, a bed, women's clothing, mainly lingerie, and men's clothing. The clothes varied in all sizes, both men's and women's clothing. And then there were some other things that some people in here don't need to know about"

"We all need to know what they are." I spat back sourly.

"I just don't wanna be held responsible for corrupting a certain PHAROH'S light. Or, looking at your boyfriend there, you." Yugi and I glared at him.

"You're a little late on corrupting me," Yugi stated.

"YUGI!" Yami shrieked.

"What?" was the innocent reply.

"I corrupted myself, so you don't need to worry about me." I razzed Bakura. Before he could razz me back, Pyro piped up.

"Since when were YOU corrupted?"

I just grinned. "Since I wanted to be."

Seto diplomatically broke up the fighting with a well-aimed comment. "Well, what the heck else did you find?"

Bakura sighed. "Lube. Some of the most powerful aphrodisiacs I know of. Whips. Chains. Other stuff. More stuff than I care to list, but you get the idea." His audience gaped at him.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, B1?" Seto asked Jou.

"I think I am, B2." Jou replied.

"Rape." Seto said.

"Porno." Jou said with him.

"Evidently the B's weren't thinking identically today." Ryou said, crestfallen, but trying to add humor to our mood.

I sighed. "I think it's gonna be a combination of both." The boys now all stared at me instead of Bakura. "I think he's going to make us make him porn flicks against our will, with whomever we were captured with, theoretically."

"Theoretically?" Bakura questioned.

"There's a chance you and Ryou, or Yugi and Yami will be split up because you look so alike. And then there's the chance we'll all be split to go with her." Seto gestured to me. "He could even force us in to three- and fourways. All male or with her. There are so many possibilities. I just don't know exactly what he'll do."

Ryou spoke again. "Who is this Kaine guy anyway?"

There was a chorus of "I don't know who he is." Seto waited to respond. "I don't know… but we can look. Did anyone see the address for this place?"

"1309 Chi no Akai Street." Bakura was gaped at for a second time. "What? I had to have a good memory to be a tomb robber. Plus, I like the name."

"Bakura!" Yami looked ready to try to kill the snow-haired demon. "Must you remind me of that?"

"Yes." Was the innocent reply.

"Whatever. Lemme look this guy's address up…" Seto logged on to Yahoo's Mapquest and Address Lookup. "Kaine Wyborne. Now we'll look him up on Interpol…" Seto's fingers were a flying blur. "He's wanted, under a different name, Zared. Wyborne is an alias among many. Let's see his crimes… Oh, my RA!" Seto almost passed out. Jou was behind him in an instant.

"You ok, koi?"

"I guess. Sehkmet, protect us… He's wanted for rape several minors, male and female, and several of the girls had kids, the youngest being 13, and videotaping minors having sex… and selling the tapes. And we can't contact anyone from here; I've already tried sending e-mails to my secretary. There's a magnetic field around the property that won't let signals be sent. Unless… Do any of you have a cell phone?" We all shook or heads no. "Okay, we'll do this the hard way." He pulled a phone out of his briefcase and tried to dial the number for the Turtle Gameshop. "Che! As soon as you hit talk the line dies!" The phone was thrown into the padded briefcase.

"So we're stuck?" Yugi asked.

"I'm afraid so." Seto replied, beginning to shake. Jou wrapped his arms around his shaking koibito. "Koi, are you sure you're ok?" Jou asked Seto again.

"No. Remember how I told you I went through some terrible stuff at the orphanage for Mokuba's protection?"

"Yes, but what does that… you mean you were…."

"Almost. Several times. By both staff and other kids, the older boys. I didn't know at the time that I could've gotten them into trouble for it. And then Gozaburo-otou-san, him too. Mokuba walked in on him trying to advance on me. Mokuba saved me."

Seto's revelations were met by silence. Jou pulled him into his lap, and Seto cried into his koi's chest. Ryou now began to shake at memories of when his darker half had beaten him, and nearly raped him several times. Fearful of being thrown into the position again, he began to tremble and fell to his knees. Bakura was by his side quickly.

"Hikari, are you alright? What's the matter?"

"Flashbacks… beating…pain…" Ryou's eyes held fear in their glazed depths.

"Post traumatic stress disorder." I shook my head. I'm not going to ask you, Bakura, about what he was talking about. I'll leave it up to your conscience."

"Damn!" Bakura picked his shivering hikari up and placed him in his lap, where he rocked and comforted him. "Hikari, it's alright, you know I've changed, I'd never hurt you."

Ryou slowly pulled out of his shocked state, holding his dark, still shaking into his chest. "Kurie, I know. I love you so much."

Bakura growled gruffly. "Don't call me that. I love you too. Back then, that was my way of expressing my concern and care for you. That's what my father did to me. He even tried to sell me as a child. I thought that was the way male children were supposed to be raised. I'm so sorry."

Yugi, through Ryou's entire ordeal, had been sitting on the small couch in the room in Yami's lap. Both were comforting and being comforted, both having had pasts of abuse, simply crying. I sat on one of the beanbags on the floor, hoping beyond all hope that nothing would happen to any of us. I felt an arm curl around me, holding me in a time of great weakness. Pyro sat on another one of the beanbags, patting my shoulder.

"I pity you."

I sniffled. "Why?" I said, looking up into his eyes.

"Beanbag." I looked down. It was pink. I giggled slightly at our old joke at my distaste of the color pink, but repeated wearing of it.

"Thanks, I needed that. I guess I'm just afraid of what will happen to all of us. How this might affect us later."

"Or what ramifications it will have specifically on you. Like a child, or even children."

"Exactly. I'm afraid I'll have a child. I've always wanted one, but… I'm not ready now. I still have so much I want to do with my life, and a child may stop me from doing them."

Pyro pulled me onto his lap. "Kat, if you do have a kid, no matter whose it is, I'll take care of both you and that kid. I was going to tell you on our date today that… I love you."

I began to cry a little, now. "I love you too. That's probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"I want you to know that I wanted to have a truly serious relationship with you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I wanted our relationship to progress to having children together, in marriage, if it worked out that way. I really love you with all my heart." Tears fell from his eyes now, too. All I could do was cry and whisper out to him, "I love you with all my heart and soul. I wanted to have your child when got older. I love you."

After a while of comforting and crying and admitting weaknesses, we decided we needed a battle plan to try to get out of the house.

"Bakura, what about those vents? Could we all fit?"

"No, even with my skills as a thief, I could only fit through with a lot of help from my Ring. There's no way you could fit."

"What if we pull up the blueprints of the house up online? That might give us a bit of an idea of a way to escape." Yugi stated to the group.

"Excellent idea, Yugi." And with that, Seto had the blueprints in a matter of moments. "The news isn't good, guys. The ventilation ducts have a base of 1