Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Remembering Your Love ❯ Why The Kiss ( Chapter 3 )

Angelbaby: I'd first like to thank Silvershadowfire, Gothic032003, Jhoney, and Shygold for the reviews; you inspire me to keep going. I'll now like to apologize for the lateness, very lateness, of this chapter. School's a pain.

Anywho, I got a vote for Seto/Satire/Joey lemon, but also a vote for that pairing without Joey, so what I'll do is let all three be in the lemon, but let Satire and Seto be more dominant, that way everyone's happy. Peachy? Great.

I don't own this show, but I am so siked about the new season, please tell me I'm not the only one. I love Yugioh and the more the merrier I'll be.

Hope you enjoy, go easy on me in the reviews, this is a work in progress and may not be the best chapter.

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Yami sighed heavily as he closed the door and leaned against it weakly. He looked around the house and noticed Yugi hadn't come home. He took off his shoes and placed them near the door before he headed toward the stairs.

He mounted the stairs two at a time and entered the room that him and Yugi shared. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off tossing it somewhere in the room before he feel face first onto the bed.

`Why did I kiss her?' he questioned himself once again. The question had been surfacing through his mind the moment he left the hotel front.

Yami closed his eyes and allowed the moment to play in his mind repeatedly as he tried to decipher why it exactly happened. His eyes began to droop. He yawned as he felt himself submit to the air of drowsiness that surrounded him.

Yami woke to soft hands running slowly down his bare back. He looked over his shoulder and smiled softly at the violet-eyed boy that sat upon his legs. He looked over toward the clock seeing the neon green numbers blinking 5:23.

Yami stretched, placing his arms in front of him and bending his back. He rolled over causing Yugi to fall onto the bed. Sitting up, Yami brought Yugi into a passionate embrace.

Yugi kissed Yami's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Yami." He breathed into his ear, sending chills down Yami's back.

"Yugi." Yami said as he put his head to Yugi's and looked into those brilliantly innocence eyes.

Yugi turned from the gaze and looked at the floor, something he did when he wanted to say something but didn't know how to put it into words.

"What?" Yami asked noticing Yugi's behavior.

"Umm…the dance…is it O.K if we invite someone?"

Yami's eyes widened, "Really? I was just wondering the same thing."

"Because there's this girl. Her names Amaka and I invited her to come with us." Yugi said not really paying attention to Yami's words.

"Amaka?"

Yugi looked up at Yami catching the slight change in his voice. Yugi shook his head frantically, "Don't think too much into it, Yami. Just a friend, I invited her as a friend."

Yami smiled sadly, "No, no, I didn't think of it like that, I was just thinking…nothing."

"Oh Yami please let her come, I've really been thinking about what you said about everyone in our group being a threesome and then there's us and how you feel left out."

"I didn't say I felt-"

"I know you didn't say that exactly, but you make me feel like that's how you feel and she's a really sweet girl and I've really gotten to know her over the past few days…please Yami, it'll make me so happy and I think it'll make you happy to." Yugi pleaded giving Yami the puppy dog eyes.

Yami cringed at the look, he hated that look, and he couldn't resist that look. But Zaire, he promised her…but his hikari and his hikari's happiness always came first in his life.

Yami sighed with defeat and smiled sadly at Yugi, "If it makes you happy, Yugi."

Yugi smiled and brought Yami into a huge hug, "It does, Yami, thank you, I think you'll really like her."

Yami nodded and closed his eyes. Why did it hurt so badly? `It's just the kiss.' He thought sorrowfully.

~~

"We should go see Seto." Joey suggested to Satire as they sat peacefully in the park watching the clouds float by.

Satire smiled, "He'll get angry."

"We can change his mind." Joey said with a mischievous grin.

Satire started to laugh. Joey smiled as he watched her. He loved when she smiled. Her whole face lit up and the sound of her voice was musical and made his heart flutter.

When Joey had first saw Satire, he immediately wanted to be with her, but so did Seto Kaiba. They went on a head to head combat trying to catch the French beauty's attention. Back then, she had just moved from France and didn't know that much Japanese.

Lucky for Seto that he did know French, but Joey wasn't so fortunate. However, during their war they somehow found a fondness for each other. After a couple of drinks and one heated night, they decided to work together to catch her attention.

Joey stood up and stretched, "Coming?" he asked her.

She nodded and stood following Joey to the Kaiba Corp building.

They approached the building and fixed themselves up to look like they were here on business. They walked through the automatic doors and up to the secretary's desk.

Joey tapped gently on the smooth marble that made up the young girl's behind the desk work place.

She looked up at him with her greenish-gray eyes, "Might I help you?" she said in an educated tone.

"Yeah we're here to see Kaiba." Joey said in his New York accent.

The girl looked at him skeptically, "Mr. Kaiba is busy at the moment. Do you have an appointment with him?"

Joey smirked at the girl, "I'm sure he'll make an exception for us."

The girl shook her head, her sky-blue hair staying in it's perfect bun, "I'm afraid I've been ask not to disrupt him unless it is an emergency or an appointed client."

Joey growled with frustration, "Listen-"

"Joseph." Satire scolded in her French accent that at times escapes, "Control your anger. We'll just make an appointment next time. Come on." She said as she dragged him out the building.

"Aw, Satire, why'd you give in so easily?" he questioned once they'd left the building.

Satire started to walk toward the back of the building, "There's no use in making such a big commotion. There is a back way into Seto's office."

"Oh."

Satire turned to him and smiled as she walked over to Seto's secret place when he wanted to get into his office without being ambushed with paper work.

She pushed the metal covering to the alarm over and pressed in Seto's code. A door next to it than opened quietly to reveal Seto's office.

The two stepped into the room silently trying their best not to be discovered. The door closed behind them.

They spotted Seto at his desk and slowly crept behind his chair. Joey covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Satire looked to him and smiled. She held up three fingers and mouthed the words as she removed one finger at a time Three, two, one.

They both bent down and captured Seto's ear in-between their lips and bit it…hard.

"FUCK!" he shouted out as pain radiated through his ear. He turned death glares to the two people who did this to him. The look softened…slightly…as he saw his two lovers standing before him with innocent looks.

"Don't." He stated, "It suites neither of you."

Satire laughed and sat down onto Seto's lap, "Hey, Baby, having a good day?"

"How'd you get in here?" he questioned.

"Secret door, your secretary has a stick up her ass or something." Joey explained as he made himself comfortable on top of Seto's desk and helped himself to some of the chocolates.

Seto sighed, "I can't play right now, I have a lot to do."

Satire did her puppy dog pout, "To busy for us?"

Seto brought his fingers to his temples and began to massage his head, "Please, Bunny, I can't right now."

"Can't what?" Joey asked with false interest, "What makes you think we came here to do something?"

"Because I know you two."

They looked at each other and shrugged, "You're right." They said in unison. Satire turned in Seto's lap and began to suck on his neck. Joey slid off the desk and attacked the other side of Seto's neck.

"Puppy, Bunny, I've got so much work to do." He complained frustrated with the fact that stopping was the last thing he wanted them to do.

Satire smiled at their nicknames. Joey had gotten his nickname through insults that Seto use to call him. Satire however had received Bunny through the costume she was forced to wear on Halloween. Everyone had to draw a card from the hat and find out what they were to dress up as. She got the bunny and was the cutest thing there, if you let Seto tell it. Ever since then, he's called her Bunny. Said it reminds him of it every time he looks at her.

Seto moved his head to each side trying to get more of the nips, sucks, and licks that his `pets' were giving him.

"Please." He breathed.

"Please what?" Satire asked him as she let her hands travel down his body and slowly unbutton his shirt, "Please stop?"

"Or please more?" Joey asked as he kissed the exposed skin of his chest.

Satire stood and cleared Seto's desk before she went behind Joey, who had positioned himself in front of Seto to suck on a perk nipple, and began removing his shirt.

She pulled the shirt off his shoulder and tossed it to the side. She then took her tongue and made a hot, wet trail down Joey's back.

Joey hissed with pleasure as Satire inserted her hand into his pants and began to massage his member.

Seto stood up and relieved himself of his pants, positioning his member in front of Joey's mouth.

Joey took the soft penis into his mouth and began to suck feeling it harden in his mouth.

Seto's breaths came in harsh breaths as he let his fingers comb through Joey's hair. Satire watched them with intense passion. She sat upon the desk and let her eyes travel from Joey's body to Seto's eyes where she caught the lust filled gaze of her `Baby' as she called him.

She felt as though she had to take care of Seto and make sure he didn't over stress himself with work, school, and brotherly duties.

She smiled at him and closed her eyes as he leaned in to give her a kiss. She brought her hands around his head and buried her slender fingers in his brown mane.

Joey withdrew from his position and sat upon the desk with Satire. He reached over and began to undress her. He removed her shirt and thereafter her bra revealing her perfect size C-38, well-rounded, and plump breast.

Joey placed his hands upon them and began to massage them giving just as much an enjoyable pleasure as she had given him.

Seto moved from the wet kiss. Satire eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open with small pants escaping them, and a faint blush across her cheeks.

Seto went under Satire's skirt and removed the silky underwear that lay beneath the jean material. He sat upon the desk and took a hold of Satire's slim waist and brought her to him.

Joey lay upon the table and motioned for Seto to his place upon him. Seto obliged and allowed Joey's swollen dick to take sheath within his body. Joey hissed at the tightness, but immediately began a rhythmic pace that he knew his lover would enjoy.

Satire sat upon Joey's chest, the material of her skirt tickling Joey's stomach. Satire slid downward across Joey to get closer to Seto, this action caused a strangled moan to escape Joey's lips as he felt her wet heated clit run smoothly down his body.

Seto wrapped his arms around Satire and brought her up and onto his waiting cock. Satire wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move against Joey strokes. As Seto went up with Joey, he was immediately pushed back down by Satire.

He hissed, "So good." He breathed.

Satire wrapped her arms around Seto and laid her head on his shoulder as she continued to ride him. Seto buried his head in her neck breathing in the scent that was Satire. For some odd reason, she smelled of Egyptian spices.

Seto smirked as the smell brought back memories. How funny that they would be reunited. They were destined to be together that was true.

Satire continued to move against Joey's thrusts reminding Seto of the Nile River and its converging waves and rushing streams, and the many pleasurable hours he and Satire spent within them.

Satire's breathing became faster as she felt herself coming to a climax. Seto felt the knot and his stomach just as Joey let go within him, Satire following and then Seto.

Seto fell forward making Satire fall back onto Joey. They lay there in each other's arms quietly, just like the love they made. They never really understood why they didn't make noise during their sex. Their friends had asked them plenty of times, but then again they always ask Marik, Malik, and Isis why they make so much noise.

"Thank you, Bunny, Pup, I guess I really did need that." Seto said as he rolled off them.

Joey shrugged, "We know you, Dragon."

Satire nodded, "Yeah, Baby, we'll always take care of you."

Seto laughed, "Good to know."

~~

Zaire sat in front of her window; an art portfolio lay in her lap opened to a blank page. She sighed as she started to draw on the paper. She sketched random lines thinking only of Yami.

`Why did he kiss me?' she asked her self and let her mind drift off into space as she continued to draw.

The ringing of the hotel phone shook Zaire out of her thoughts. She looked down at her picture and her eyes widened with surprise at the picture she drew.

`Yami.' She whispered.

The phone rang again somehow louder than before. She put the sketch down and walked quickly to the phone.

"Hello?" she asked into the receiver.

*Bonjour, Miss Kinasha, il y a un Yami Motou vous voir ici. *(Hello, Miss Kinasha, there is a Yami Motou here to see you.)

Zaire's eyes went wide and her stomach knotted with excitement, "Yami? Vraiment? Ouais, sûr, d'accord. Je serai vers le bas dans une minute." (Yami? Really? Yeah, sure, O.K. I'll be down in a minute.)

"Très bon puis." (Very good then.) The front desk person said before hanging up.

Zaire laughed silently to herself as she placed the phone back on the cradle. She never understood what they meant by saying that.

She grabbed two hair ties off her dresser and proceeded to the hotel's lower level as she put her tangerine colored hair into two separate ponytails.

Zaire smiled as she saw Yami standing in the lobby examining a painting on the wall. She let herself observe what outfit he had on. He wore tight blood red leather pants that became a black color at the hem. His shirt was a dark red with a mesh black shirt on top of it.

Zaire frowned as she looked down at her own appearance. She wore long pants overalls and a shoulder length sleeves, white body-fitting shirt beneath it. She wished desperately that she had better wardrobe. Well, actually she did. She made clothes, but she was afraid to wear the revealing materials. She was afraid of being like…

"Zaire." Yami said as he walked toward her interrupting her thoughts.

Zaire looked up startled by the interruption. She smiled softly; there was no turning back now.

"Hey." She said as she scratched at an itch on her head.

Yami smiled that brilliant, knee-melting smile, "You look cute." He complemented her.

"Me?" Zaire asked surprised as she touched her hair and looked down once again at her poor appearance. She shook her head, "No, thank you though for the complement. You, though, you look…great."

Yami laughed, "Thank you. But seriously, you don't have to wear short skirts and thin material around your boobs to look beautiful, K?" he said as he drug his index finger across her chin. The action caused the thought that had been plaguing their mind to suddenly make its self known once again.

Why the kiss?

Zaire cleared her throat, which ended the short yet chilling silence, "So…um…what's up?"

"Oh…um," Yami hesitated to tell the girl that he couldn't take her to the dance. He fought with him self the whole way to the hotel, "I just…wouldn't to say…um…are you hungry?"

"What?" Zaire asked confused, "You came all the way to ask that?"

Yami shook his head, "No, no, I was going to take you out."

"Really?" She asked with excitement.

Yami nodded.

Zaire smiled, "Yeah, O.K then. Thanks."

Yami sighed. He'd tell her later.

They walked out the hotel leaving their question behind. They went to Burger Kingdom and had two burgers, one each, a shared medium fry, and a shared extra large shake, only because Yami didn't have enough money. He gave the little bit of money he had in dollar bills and the rest of it in a large chunk of change as a blush spread across his face.

The night grew old as they walked through the town. Yami showing Zaire around so that she would know where things were if she ever wished to leave the hotel for other purposes other than school.

Zaire's eyes grew wide with excitement as she spotted a large wheel with individual sections that held seats and was adorned with lights. She smiled as she watched the people with in the seats go round and round.

"Yami what's that?" she asked pointing toward the object of her attraction.

"Hmm?" Yami looked up to the wheel and smiled, "A Ferris Wheel."

"A Ferris Wheel?"

Yami nodded, "Want to get on?"

"Is it safe?" she asked worriedly as she followed Yami toward the entrance of the fair that held the ride.

Yami shrugged, "As safe as fair rides get." He admitted.

They bought a ticket and stood in the line for a good twenty minutes. Yami smiled as they approached the front of the line, "That wasn't long." He said as he stepped into one of the carriers.

Zaire got in after him. The bar was placed down onto their lap and the ride started off. The night was clear and a few stars could be seen, as they were raised higher and higher, stopping occasionally to let other passengers in.

"Zaire?" Yami said as he stared down at his hands that rested on his lap.

"Yeah?" she answered with a smile on her face as she looked out over the fair watching all the little people run around with excited looks on their face.

"Well…um," Yami took a deep breath, better now to tell her than later. Being on the ride was an advantage, this way he could explain himself without having to chase her down, "I can't take you to the dance."

Zaire felt that knot in her stomach tighten, but this time it was from pain and not excitement.

"I…Yugi wants to take someone else." He looked at Zaire from the corner of his eye. She was staring down at her lap sadly, her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Oh." She whispered.

Yami turned to her quickly, "But don't think he rejected you. He didn't even know I had asked you." For someone reason that didn't sound as good coming out as it did in his mind.

"Oh." She said a little louder this time. Zaire turned back to look out over the crowd of people. They were now at the top. Hey how long had they been at the top?

"I think they're having trouble." Yami said to no one as he watched the mechanics crowd around the ride and give worried looks up toward the people in the wheel.

Yami sighed as he settled himself more comfortably in the ride, "Please don't be mad at me. I never meant to go back on my promise. The last thing I want to do is hurt-"

"You know Yami, I was always taught to never take life for granted because you never know how much life you are granted." Zaire interrupted him and stated absently.

Yami looked at her, "What?"

Zaire looked down at her lap before, "I will not be fazed by one broken promise, Yami, you have plenty of time to make it up to me." She said as she turned to him with a bright smile.

Yami stared at her and then smiled back, "I'm still sorry."

Zaire shook her head, "Yugi's happiness will always be first."

Yami sighed; he was glad that wasn't as hard as he was expecting it to be.

"You know, it reminds me of a story I read in a pyramid once."

Yami looked to her, "What does?"

Zaire watched the people crowd around the wheel looking up at her with faces of fear. She smiled, "Your love for Yugi and how you'd do anything for him."

"Tell me."

"Well it was in a pyramid my father and I were exploring. It was the story of a Pharaoh and a slave. The pharaoh had fallen in love with this slave and she for him. They weren't even together a year before jeopardy struck them. The pharaoh was ordered by a goddess to denounce his love for the girl or she would die. One night he disobeyed the goddess by giving the slave a ring as she slept. The goddess then took the king's memory of the girl way from him. He didn't know her and it wounded her heart. She fell in love with another. Once the pharaoh regained his memory and saw that his love no longer loved him he was devastated. The goddess then revealed herself as the goddess of death and destruction and forced the slave's new lover to kill himself and make it look like the pharaoh did it. Once the girl saw the blood of her love and sword of her pharaoh, she mistaken the true event of the scene and told the pharaoh she hated him. Feeling nothing but emptiness, he allowed Nephtys to do as she pleased with him even if it meant killing him, but as the dark goddess was about to do so, the slave took the blast in his place. The pharaoh was filled with rage and destroyed Nephtys. He then took the body of his love and lay with her giving himself away to the darkness of death, just so he could be with her." Zaire finished the story and smiled sadly, "It's one of my favorites."

Yami listened intently to the story. He sighed once Zaire had finished, "Why do you love it? It's so sad. How does it relate to Yugi and me?"

"It is said that their death was a punishment from the gods. I believe it was more of a reward than a punishment. Through their death they could be reunited in the other world and be happy with each other forever with out judgment or titles. You and Yugi…you would do anything for Yugi, even give up your life to be with him forever, would you not?" she asked as she turned to look at him.

Yami nodded, "That is true. I think the story really has a moral with in it."

"Happiness is a sad song." Zaire said as she looked absently into the air before her.

Yami stared at her. He studied every feature of her face. Her hair, eyes, ears, rosy cheeks, supple lips…those lips. Yami felt his heart began to pound. Heat rose into his stomach and his face lit with fire.

Why the kiss?

There it was again, that question. Had it been following them the whole time? Yami looked at Zaire with anxiety and anticipation. For what though?

A kiss.

The answer seemed to have been whispered in the air. The wind blew across the night sky moving their hair gently to one side. Yami licked his lips. A kiss? Was that what was making him feel…so…so…

Yami opened his mouth to breathe. Why was just looking at her making him feel this way? He felt his heart rise to his throat. He knew he was going to choke. He opened his mouth to cough but nothing came out. His breathing changed to pants.

A kiss.

This was not just a simple peck that he was yearning for, he knew that now. What he needed Yugi could not give to him, what he needed lay on the pliant lips of a golden-eyed beauty.

"Zaire?" Yami pushed out the word as it had struggled to get past the heart that logged in his throat.

Zaire looked to him with questioning eyes, "Yes?"

Yami pushed forward and captured her in a heated, wet, passionate kiss.

Zaire grabbed on to his shoulders being surprised by the sudden movement.

Yami pushed his tongue through her lips and started a battle with her tongue. He licked and lapped at her tongue and every crevice in her mouth.

He moved his mouth rapidly against hers making sure he tasted every spice of Egypt that she held on them. The burning heat in his stomach cooled, the heat in his face was lifted, and his heart sank to its original place. His body relaxed with the sensation this one kiss was giving him. The only part of his body that was not stress-free has the throbbing heat in his pants.

He put everything into the kiss to calm his raging anxiety. Lust, passion, yearning, desire, longing, thirsting, they all spread through him like a wildfire.

Why the kiss?

Did it matter anymore? Why still linger?

Yami moaned as he started to trail kisses down Zaire's neck. She panted as she looked down at the people again. They all pointed and stared as the two continued to embark on the passionate embrace. She let out a faint cry as Yami bit her neck lightly and started to lick it to take away the pain.

"Yami." Zaire breathed.

Yami moved his hand toward her overall buckle and unsnapped it; he then proceeded to do the same to the other. He massaged her breast through the soft fabric of her shirt as she grinded against his harden member.

"Ah, Zaire." he moaned as he started to lift up her shirt.

They both jerked backward as the ride started to move. They stopped and stared at each other both flustered and breathing heavily. They turned in their seats and stared at the scenery before them as they started to descend down.

Yami tried desperately to calm his throbbing heat as Zaire tried to cool her burning desire. She quickly straightened herself up and fixed her clothes as they reached the ground once again.

The man opened the door and let them out apologizing for the mechanical difficulties. They nodded at the man and started toward the exit. They walked toward the direction of the hotel in an uncomfortable silence.

Why the kiss?

Yami sighed softly with frustration. Why? Why? Because he wanted to fuck her, that's why.

They reached the hotel and avoided each other's eyes as they stood outside the building. Yami gnawed at his lower lip trying to cause pain on his mouth to forget about the pain in his pants. It didn't work.

Zaire felt her heart racing as she debated with herself on rather or not to invite Yami up. She wanted to desperately, but if she did she end up like…Zaire shook her head. No she wouldn't think about that.

"Zaire." Yami whispered.

Zaire looked up to him and smiled a sad smile, "I'll see you tomorrow, Yami." She whispered back as she turn to head into the building.

Yami started to put his had up but quickly put it down, "Yeah." He said as he also turned his way and headed toward the game shop.

~~

Yami entered the house and immediately went up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Yami." Yugi said just as Yami was about to enter the bathroom.

Yami turned and smiled nervously at Yugi, "Hey, Hikari, what's up?"

Yugi glared at Yami angrily and placed his hands on his hips, "Do you know what time it is?"

Yami shrugged. Yugi huffed, "Eleven, Yami." Yami's eyes widened with surprise, "I hadn't realized I'd been gone that long. I'm sorry, Love."

Yugi sighed, "Where'd you go? Were you mad about the Amaka thing? You got quiet after I told you and then you left. I was worried Yami. You didn't even tell me you were leaving." Tears began to prick at his eyes.

Yami wanted to comfort his hikari, but then Yugi would fell his erection and that would raise more questions, "Yugi, I'm sorry, please forgive. Don't cry, I'll make it up to you, K? Just let me take a shower first." He said as he went into the washroom and closed the door quickly and locked it.

Yugi stood there with a puzzled look on his face. He looked to the floor sadly; he knew something was up, but what?

In the bathroom, Yami turned the shower on cold. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. He looked down at his cock standing straight and proud. He touched it gently and hissed.

"Why do I still have this?" he said as he wrapped his hands around it and started to pump. Yami moaned softly, "I bet she's tighter than that." He said as he took his other hand and clasped it over the hand around his erection and squeezed it tight.

"Ah, yeah. That's it." He said as he started to pump faster and faster imagining Zaire riding him like a stallion.

Yami felt a knot and the build up in his stomach. With one last stroke he let himself go all over his hand. He sighed as he looked down at his sperm covered hands. He closed his eyes and took a cloth from the wrack and the soap and lathered it onto his body.

"Yugi." He said as he felt tears streaming from his eyes, salty tears mixing with fresh water and both washed down the drain.

He finished washing and turned off the water. He stepped out and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist before heading to the bedroom.

Yugi lay on the bed reading a manga. Yami smiled as he crawled onto the bed and lay beside Yugi cuddling close to his angel.

Yugi smiled as he closed his book and turned to Yami bringing the spirit between his legs and wrapping his arms around him. Yami sighed with content as he snuggled closer and closed his eyes.

"Yami." Yugi whispered as he played with Yami's hair.

"Yeah."

"You would never keep anything from me, right?"

There was a moment of silence before Yami answered, "Never, Love."

Yugi smiled, "I'll keep your word on that, Yami."

Why the kiss?

~~

Zaire tossed and turned in her bed as she tried to rid her mind of the plaguing images that haunted her.

"No, no. Please, leave me alone." She said as she threw the covers off her body, her skinned slick with sweat.

**Dream**

The room was dark and cold, but she continued to run. The dogs barked at her as they got closer and closer to her heel. She looked back for a second and wished she hadn't. The five wolves' eyes were filled with the need of eradication. They showed their sharp fangs that dripped with blood.

She ran faster trying to escape their bloodthirsty growls. She saw a puddle before her but was to late to avoid it. She cried out as she hit the ground, her head knocking onto the floor hard. She sat up slowly and touched her head. Her eyes widened as she removed her hand and looked at them.

`Blood?'

She looked down at the puddle that she sat in, "Blood!" She cried out. It surrounded her. She quickly stood up and backed up against the wall, her back slipped as it came in contact with the divider. She turned and nearly screamed as the blood ran down the wall as though it were bleeding.

Laughing surrounded her. She turned everyway trying to find the source. "Who are you? Why are you laughing?" It continued to get louder and louder. She covered her ears and closed her eyes to try and block out these people who were enjoying here fear.

Her eyes widened as she heard the growling of dogs. She turned and fear froze her in her place. The pack of wolves surrounded her, there was nowhere for her to run. Her heart raced with horror.

They launched at her, biting at her arms, legs and body. Zaire tried to scream out in pain but nothing would come out. The pain ripped through her body as the wolves literary tore her to pieces.

She looked up and became numb, there before her, nothing more than an eaten carcass, bone, and blood was…

**End Dream**

Zaire shot up with a river of sweat pouring off her head. She looked around and shuddered. Her body was racked with trembles, her eyes wide with fear, and her heart was pounding loudly.

Tears poured from her eyes, "That dream…that day…I can't," she burst into tears. She brought her knees close to her body and wrapped her arms around them as she laid her head upon them, "I can't suffer the same." She said as she continued to tremble with the terror of an unforgotten memory.

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Angelbaby: Alright, that's it. If you want to know about the dream and what it means, you'll have to read my next chapter, which I won't write unless someone asks me to continue (that's right some-1 person) I hope you enjoyed and I'll try to have a quicker update next time.