Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reprisal ❯ One-Shot

Note: I thought of this one whilst reading another fic; it also doesn't hurt that I have one of the songs from Silent Hill Origins in my head (oh Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, you have such a beautiful voice). This fic stars Malik (of course!), Honda, and Jounouchi and contains the least likely of things! The warnings contain possible spoilers, so if you wish to know what will be happening in this fic, read `em. Also, since they live in Japan, you'll notice cultural things pertaining to their house, such as the bath not being in the same room as the toilet.

 

Warnings: guy on guy rape/non-con

 

Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own `em and I'm definitely not making money from this fic. Of course, Takahashi-sensei would probably just be glad to know that fans remain to support Yuugiou (and not that awful GX, although Shou/Cyrus is adorable).

 

“Reprisal”

 

By Ryoko

 

It was raining. It was later in the afternoon and it had been showering since early that morning. Everything looked drab and dreary out, the grey clouds blocking out the sun and making everything else look grey with them. However, Malik did not mind this, in fact, he loved it. He loved the rain. It would scarcely rain back home in Egypt, but here in Japan, it rained more frequently. It rained in winter and spring and then there would be the occasional summer storm. Malik wished he could go outside and simply stand in the rain, go out and enjoy the heavy downpour, but Isis always forbid him to, for the simple reason of not wanting him to catch a cold or fever. An ill Malik was not a pleasant Malik. So Malik had to content himself with simply standing at the window and looking out at the rain.

 

“Malik.”

 

He had been watching the rain for a couple of hours now and both Isis and Rishid knew it would be impossible to get Malik to do anything while rain watching, so they busied themselves with chores as a means to ignore him, Rishid cleaning the bathroom and the toilet while Isis cleaned dishes and then started on dinner. Once the rain stopped later, Isis would make Malik do his own set of chores.

 

“Malik!”

 

Malik jumped and snapped out of his trance when he heard his name called. He reluctantly looked over to his sister, recognizing the voice as hers. “What is it, Isis?” he snapped, slightly irritated that his rain watching had been interrupted. He sauntered over to the kitchen just as Isis began to ask her request.

 

“Could you please go to the convenience store to get me some butter?”

 

“So you're actually asking me brave the fierce winds and heavy rains to get you some butter?” he asked, crossing his arms on the counter and leaning on them.

 

“Why yes, I believe I am asking you to brave one of the things you like in order to retrieve some butter.”

 

“Okay.” Isis rolled her eyes and sighed at the trouble Malik tried to put her through to get a simple yes or no answer out of him.

 

“Um, I think I have a thousand yen note in my purse, so you don't have to worry about spending your own money.”

 

“Okay, where is it?” Malik stood up straight, waiting for an answer.

 

“The only place I ever put it?”

 

“In your room?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay.” With that, Malik took off upstairs to find Isis's purse.

 

Now, the house they lived in wasn't very big, but it had the basic rooms one expected in a home and it accommodated them nicely. The downstairs was the biggest part of the house, with the entryway, living room, eat-in kitchen, dining room, bathroom, toilet, and one Japanese-style room while the upstairs had three bedrooms, one of them Japanese-style, and a toilet.

 

Malik hurried along to Isis's room, which was on the left side of the upstairs hallway, and upon entering, immediately spotted the purse on the queen-sized bed. He picked it up, cradling it, and opened it to look for the pocket that carried Isis's money. Malik found a neatly folded wad of mostly five-hundred yen notes, but he found a couple of thousand yen notes and grabbed one, stuffing it into his pocket. He replaced both the cash and the purse and quickly crossed the hallway to his room, which was the room on the left from his view, and looked through his dresser for a sweater, since it was cold out. Now, Malik had the Japanese-style room, with the shelf in the middle of the closet, and after he had seen Ju-On, he couldn't sleep in his own room for a few weeks, and had to sleep in Rishid's room until he got over the fact that there wasn't a dead body in their attic and that Kayako wasn't out to get him.

 

He found a long-sleeved shirt, which he thought was suitable, and put it on over his black sleeveless shirt. He already had socks on, so he grabbed his wallet and quickly brushed his hair, before returning downstairs.

 

“Did you find the money alright?” Isis asked, sticking something in the oven.

 

“Yeah.” Malik sat down on the step right above the entryway to put on a pair of boots. “I'm gonna walk to the store, if it's alright, since it's only a couple of blocks away.” He stood, having already tied the laces, and opened the coat closet to grab his coat.

 

“Okay. Just be careful not to slip, the rainwater rose a few centimeters in the past couple of hours.”

 

“It's okay, I'm wearing my boots.” Malik slipped on his coat and zipped it up. “Okay, I'm leaving, I shouldn't be too long.” He opened the door, quickly grabbed an umbrella, before exiting and closing the door just after Isis said bye.

 

Malik opened the umbrella and hurried out of the gated yard onto the road. He walked quickly, staying close to walls and fences, watching the rain as he went. The wind was stronger than he had thought it was, and he struggled to keep the umbrella in his hands, while the wind blew the rain onto him, partly onto his face and hair. When he returned home later, he knew his hair would be soaked and so would his boots, pants, and coat.

 

He sighed heavily when he passed the halfway mark to the convenience store and continued at his hurried pace, almost breaking into a run, wanting to escape the wind. He preferred the spring rains, as there was hardly ever wind when those happened; those were the rains that Malik wanted to stand under and run around in. He stopped in his tracks and smiled upon spotting the corner convenience store that was at the intersection of the small residential street and the busier, bigger main street. It took up part of the ground floor of a high-rise apartment building and was often times busy during this time of day.

 

Malik suddenly took off running the last leg of his trek, reaching the store in a matter of seconds, instead of the half minute it would have taken if he had continued walking.

 

As he stood under the overhang of the store, the automatic door opened as he stepped onto the outside floor mat and closed his umbrella and shook the water off of it. He put the cord around his wrist and entered the store, noticing that the store wasn't too busy. There were a couple of housewives there, buying the food to cook for that night's dinner, and he spotted Jounouchi and Honda, both in heavy coats, looking at the bento boxes and instant noodle cups and bowls.

 

Malik smiled and headed over to them and said hi when they looked up at him. They both mumbled hi back, with Jounouchi asking Malik why he was there.

 

“Oh, I'm just getting some butter for Isis; I guess it's for dinner or something.” Malik shrugged. “What are you two up to?”

 

“Looking for something cheap to eat,” Jounouchi replied, picking up a bento box with a sandwich in it. “Hey, Honda, you done?”

 

“Uh, yeah. Do you think I should get the instant ramen or the teriyaki chicken?” Honda replied, waving hi to Malik. Malik waved back.

 

“I dunno man! Just hurry and pick something!”

 

“Alright, alright! I guess I'll get the chicken.” Honda picked up the bento with the teriyaki chicken, replacing the ramen on his spot on the shelf. Both of them headed over to the register, saying bye to Malik, to pay for their food.

 

“Bye. See you later,” Malik replied and then headed over to the dairy section in the back of the store, not noticing the glares both Jounouchi and Honda gave him. He found the butter on the open refrigerator shelf and grabbed a couple of boxes, making sure the thousand yen note would be enough to cover them.

 

As he headed toward the front of the store, he looked out the window and noticed that the rain had stopped and the sky was beginning to darken. He hoped to make it home before it was completely dark, but the good news was that he didn't have to worry about opening the umbrella. Malik paid for the butter, shoving the change into his pocket and left with the butter in a bag.

 

Once outside, Malik began on his way back home when a couple of steps into his trek, he came across Jounouchi and Honda standing side-by-side, blocking his path. Malik looked at them with a confused look on his face.

 

“What do you guys want?” Malik asked.

 

“How can you not know? Did you forget?” Jounouchi asked.

 

“What are you talking about? And can we make this quick? I have to get home.”

 

“You did forget! How could you forget what you did to me?”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Battle City! When you kidnapped me and Anzu and then forced me to duel Yugi at the docks!” Jounouchi exclaimed.

 

“First off, I apologized for that, and second off, I'm not even like that anymore!”

 

“We don't think you're sorry enough.”

 

“What?” Malik was in utter disbelief! Battle City had happened almost two years ago and they were still mad at him about it? They got along so well since he had moved to Domino, and now they wanted another apology? “I don't have time for this!” he exclaimed as he tried to push past Jounouchi and Honda. They both grabbed one of his shoulders and pushed him back.

 

When Malik spotted Honda taking something out of his pocket, he took a couple steps back, and when he saw that it was a pocket knife, he started running back the way he had come, but didn't get far as Honda began the chase and, because his stride was bigger, caught Malik by the hair, pulling him back, and held his knife to his throat. Malik swallowed, feeling the knife directly against his trachea.

 

“Scream or attempt to escape again, I will slit your throat,” Honda murmured threateningly into Malik's ear.

 

Malik's eyes were filled with fear and he nodded, which was hard since Honda had a tight grip on his hair.

 

“Good. Now, we're going to going to take you somewhere not far from here, and you better not try to run again.” With that, Honda folded his knife and put it away, keeping his grip on his hair, then Jounouchi came up to them and put his arm on Malik's right shoulder. Honda released Malik's hair and put his arm on Malik's other shoulder, putting his other hand in his pocket to keep his knife close at hand.

 

They began walking toward the main street and followed it to the warehouse district, several blocks away, the entire time Malik wondering what they were going to do to him and how mad or worried Isis probably would be when he didn't return home on time. He was scared and hoped that Yugi's friends just intended to kick his ass and nothing more, his heart pounding the whole time.

 

When they reached an abandoned warehouse, his adrenaline began going and his heart beat even faster. Jounouchi opened a door on the side of the building and Honda pushed Malik in, causing him to stumble but not fall as he grabbed onto a table.

 

Malik turned to face the two as Jounouchi let the door close, his dark hands gripping the table so hard his knuckles were practically white. He began hyperventilating and then asked, “What are you going to do to me?” He feared the answer, expecting the worse.

 

“You'll see!” Honda smirked, grabbing one of Malik's arms and dragging him to the back of the building that contained smaller, separate rooms. When Malik resisted, he felt Jounouchi's hands on his back, pushing him along.

 

It didn't take long to reach the back of the warehouse, and Honda pushed open the door to one of the rooms, leading Malik in. He found a piece of rope on the ancient desk and tossed it to Jounouchi. “Tie his hands up and make him kneel, Jou,” Honda ordered.

 

Jounouchi mumbled something under his breath about being ordered around and did as told, tying up Malik's hands and then pushing down on the Egyptian's shoulders, having difficulty forcing him down until Honda flashed his knife, Malik kneeled easily after that. By now, Malik had finished hyperventilating and now breathed through his nose, but he nearly panicked when he saw what Honda did next.

 

Malik looked on in horror when saw that Honda was undoing his belt and then the fly of his pants. He cringed when he saw Honda's hard penis being exposed and tried to draw back towards Jounouchi. When Honda saw, he chuckled in delight, that smirk still on his face. “Poor Malik, scared of a dick! I bet you know what I'm going to use it for, don't you?” He walked up to Malik, holding his penis and tried to put it against his lips, but Malik turned his head to the side and drew back further. Honda grabbed his hair roughly and brought his face close so that his penis was in his face. Though this hurt him, Malik did not cry out in pain, knowing that if he did, Honda would take that chance to put his penis in his mouth.

 

“What? Don't want to suck it? I thought you were fag, since you know, you dressed like one!”

 

This comment served to infuriate Malik and he just growled and glared up at Honda.

 

Honda laughed. “What? Did I say something wrong, fag?” Honda pushed his penis against Malik's lips, but Malik pressed his lips together to keep it from entering his mouth; he cringed when Honda ruthlessly tugged on his hair, twisting it so that it felt like he was going to rip it out. Malik looked up at Honda, seeing that fucking smirk again, and then his eyes widened when he saw what Honda was about to do.

 

Malik closed his eyes as he felt Honda pinch his nose shut with the hand not in his hair, forcing him to open his mouth not even thirty seconds later. Honda took the opportunity to roughly shoving his penis into Malik's mouth forcing it so far in that Malik feared he would gag, but he didn't. It was so far in, that Malik's nose ended up in Honda's pubic hair, forcing the Egyptian to inhale his musky scent. Malik wanted to throw up, bite down on Honda's penis and throw up afterwards, but before he could, he got a warning:

 

“Bite it and die.”

 

So Malik resisted biting it, dropping the bag and umbrella and let tears come to his eyes as Honda began to rape his mouth. He let out a few choked sobs and let his tears flow freely as that disgusting appendage went in and out, in and out, and when he looked up at Honda with hate and fear and tear filled eyes, Honda smirked at him, laughed at him, mocking him. He began to feel claustrophobic when Honda released his hair and grabbed both sides of his head to keep him in place.

 

Malik squeezed his eyes shut, to clear them of the tears, opening them again. He didn't know where to look, so he shut his eyes again, save for the fact that doing this made him concentrate on the feeling of that penis sliding against his tongue, moving past his lips and teeth, the head always ending up against or in his throat, making him gag now and then, the public hair that his nose kept getting buried in with every thrust. Malik felt completely repulsed by all that was happening, that he looked forward to vomiting and that's when his eyes snapped open upon the realization that Honda was dripping pre-cum and it made the urge to vomit stronger.

 

He tried desperately not to swallow, but his mouth was salivating so much because of that thing in his mouth and he couldn't help but swallow, his sobbing starting up again, quietly this time, as he felt dirty. He felt like little more than a whore, the feeling reinforced when Honda noticed him swallowing and told him, “When I come, you're going to swallow every drop! Every single one!” and then he threw his head back and laughed, Malik letting out an audible, chocked sob.

 

Honda began to speed up soon after, which, in a way, relieved Malik, because this would soon be over, but the thought filled him with dread as well, since he would be forced to swallow his rapist's cum. He swallowed again, hating the salty taste of Honda's pre-cum, dreading what would soon be his cum. Malik braced himself, knowing that Honda would come soon as his thrusts sped up, going faster and faster every few seconds, and then Malik screwed his eyes shut as Honda's cum exploded out onto his tongue, trying not rip his mouth off of Honda's penis to spit it out. But he feared for his life and swallowed, swallow what he considered to be one of the most repulsive substances on earth!

 

Soon enough, Honda pulled his now limp penis out of Malik's mouth, leaving a trail of cum and spit connecting Malik's lips to his penis, Malik still desperately trying to swallow the rest of the cum in his mouth. When Malik had finished, Honda grabbed the rope holding Malik's hands together and pulled him over to a thick pipe that ran up the wall, and seeing that there was a good piece of the rope just hanging there, Honda tied it to the pipe, so that Malik was on his knees.

 

“Is it my turn now?” Jounouchi asked, who had taken to leaning against the wall on his left shoulder.

 

Honda, who was watching Malik, looked up at Jounouchi. “Yeah.” Without bothering to zip up and button his pants, he passed Malik, kicking him in the stomach on the way to the desk, which he sat on.

 

Malik had cried out when he was kicked, his eyes widening in pain, and he felt like heaving up the contents of his stomach even more now, the pain so intense. His stomach would be bruised in the morning.

 

But now Jounouchi was standing right behind him, his shadow hitting Malik and the wall in the front of them. This caused Malik to look back at Jounouchi, and he watched the blonde as he knelt. “Don't you dare try to kick me; I'll have Honda on you faster than I can call him on you.” With that, Jounouchi grabbed Malik's right leg and pulled it open roughly, making Malik's body turn, so that he left leg came out from under him and made him land on his side.

 

Malik still looked back at Jounouchi, watching him as he removed his boots and then moved close to his hips, grabbing at the zipper on the coat, opening it, and then opening his pants. Malik, having stopped crying now and his cheeks tear-stained, knew what Jounouchi was going to do to him, even worse than what Honda did, and he knew why. Jounouchi was the one he had tortured the worse during Battle City and his dark had continually done his worse on the blonde as well. Malik just wanted this to be over now, but it would be a while before it actually was.

 

Jounouchi, grabbing both Malik's pants and his boxers, pulled them down past Malik's thighs, then his knees, then his ankles, until they had been completely removed. Jounouchi smirked and Malik blushed in shame as they both saw his erection. How could he have gotten hard from being orally raped? This didn't make any sense!

 

“What a fucking whore!” Honda remarked. “Hard from getting fucked in his mouth! Let's see if he comes from being fucked in the ass!” He and Jounouchi both laughed.

 

Malik watched as Jounouchi undid his own pants and pulled them down to his knees, his penis hard as well. The other blonde grabbed his right leg, pulling his legs apart and Malik whimpered when he felt the tip of Jounouchi's penis at the entrance to his anus.

 

Jounouchi, not wanting to make this difficult on himself, spit in the palms of his hands and rubbed it on his penis, wiping his hands off on his pants, then he grabbed his penis and directed towards Malik's anus, rubbing the head at the puckered entrance, Malik whimpering the whole time, crying out in pain when Jounouchi finally penetrated him.

 

Jounouchi got right to business, wholeheartedly fucking Malik at first, holding his right leg up and leaning on his left. He concentrated, not caring for Malik's sobs and cries of pain and humiliation.

 

While Jounouchi wanted revenge on Malik, he wasn't into this. He wasn't the type to get off on torturing another anymore and wanted to ignore that he was hurting another person who had profusely apologized for what he did when he came to live in Domino City. Jounouchi knew he would have a guilty conscience over this, but he would try to forget and Honda would try to convince him he was justified in his actions. So Jounouchi tried to hurry up, wanting to make Malik suffer for as little as possible.

 

If Yugi ever found out… Jounouchi knew Yugi must never find out, the repercussions were too much. He would never be able to look Malik in the eyes again or call him a friend, that's for sure. So when he climaxed soon after, he could only gloat a little, he didn't even bother taunting Malik. Instead, he quickly stood, tucking his limp penis back into his pants, and fastened them.

 

“I think he's had enough,” Jounouchi said.

 

“Really? Because I don't,” Honda replied.

 

“I do. You know I wasn't for this in the first place.”

 

Honda raised an eyebrow. “But he deserves this! You remember what he did to you! To Yugi!”

 

“I know! But even Yugi didn't want this! He's been mad at you since you suggested this to him!”

 

“Fine, be chicken shit!”

 

“How can even call me that? This was a bad idea. We should just go.”

 

“Okay, sure, whatever.” Honda stood and zipped up his pants, almost walking out when Jounouchi told him to untie Malik, which he did, begrudgingly.

 

After Malik was untied, Jounouchi and Honda left, leaving Malik on his own.

 

Malik couldn't move, he could only lay there, tears rolling down his face. He buried his face in his freed arms, sobbing now. He could never tell anyone, the pain and the shame were just too much. He didn't have anyone right now and Isis would be mad at him when he finally arrived home and she would punish him for taking his sweet time, and laid there, crying for a while, because he was going to be late anyway.

 

When he had summoned the strength to stop crying, he wiped his tears away and put his pants and shoes back on, zipping up his coat. He grabbed the bag with the now soft butter and his umbrella and left, the sky pitch black.

 

~

 

There were still good sized puddles on the ground as he walked, even when he returned home almost an hour later. When he entered, he kicked his boots off and froze when he heard Isis call out to him angrily.

 

“Where were you Malik? It's been almost three hours! I even called your cell phone! Why didn't you call me back?” Isis now stood in front of Malik, hands on her hips.

 

Malik couldn't speak; he knew that if he tried he'd start crying. His bottom lip was trembling now even. But he couldn't face her, so he dropped the bag and umbrella and ran upstairs to his room.

 

He locked the door and was crying now. He threw off his coat and ran onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his cries. He felt so alone and he knew he couldn't tell Isis, he couldn't even tell Rishid, and they were very close, so he cried as hard as he could, wishing his life was anything but this, wishing for death, wishing not to have been born, wishing to have never come to Domino. He wanted someone to comfort him so much, he wanted someone to hold him and feel sympathy for him, but he would never have it. He was just so emotionally hurt. This was a pain worse than the physical pain he felt. He knew that stuff was going to heal, but he didn't know about this thick emotional pain that made his heart ache. He was so uncertain of everything now and he just wanted it to all end.

 

Malik jumped when he heard knocking on his door. He quickly stifled his cries and heard Rishid's voice.

 

“Malik, please unlock the door.”

 

“No!”

 

“Please? I just want to know where you went.”

 

“No! And I didn't go anywhere!”

 

“I'm not going to punish you or anything, I just want to know.”

 

“I told you! I didn't go anywhere!” Then a sob escaped from Malik's mouth. He quickly covered his mouth incase he cried again, but Rishid had heard it and it made him concerned for his brother.

 

“Unlock the door Malik! Tell me what's wrong!”

 

“Nothing!”

 

“Don't lie to me! You know you can trust me! Please! I'm worried.”

 

Malik didn't like the tone of Rishid's voice, it nearly broke his heart, so he got off of his bed and went to his door to unlock it, but Rishid opened it before Malik could retreat, so he was forced to face Rishid.

 

“What's wrong? What happened to you?”

 

Malik began crying again, comforted little when Rishid smoothed his hair back. “I c-can't say…”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Be…because it's e-embarrassing and… and…” Malik broke out into sobs, so he buried his face in Rishid's chest, not knowing what to do when he felt Rishid's arms surround him.

 

“It can't be that bad.”

 

“It was! It was horrible! And… and… I can't say! It was worse than when father scarred my back!”

 

“Okay, I understand. You don't have to tell me now. You can tell me when you're ready. But Isis is finishing up dinner, so go get washed up.” Rishid released Malik and placed his hands on his brother's upper arms, rubbing them. “I'll tell Isis that it wasn't your fault you're late, okay? So that way you won't get in trouble when you come downstairs.”

 

Malik wiped at his eyes and nodded, watching Rishid walk down the hall and downstairs. Malik went into the lavatory next to his room, using the toilet and then washing his face when he had finished, wiping clean his tear-stained face. He went downstairs and saw that the table was set up and the food had already been served, Isis and Rishid both watching him as he headed over and sat down.

 

While his brother and sister began to eat, Malik had trouble. He took forever to pick up his fork and get any food on it, and then it was a challenge to even get it in his mouth, all it did was make him think of what Honda did to him. So after several tries, he threw his fork down and ran to the toilet and threw up. Isis and Rishid stopped eating and listened to his retching.

 

“Are you sure he's well enough to eat?” Isis asked.

 

“I thought he was, but like I told you, he said something happened,” Rishid replied.

 

“Did he tell you what happened or who did whatever it was to him?”

 

“No, he couldn't say, when he tried he just starting crying.”

 

“Oh. I hope it wasn't too bad.”

 

“He said it was worse than when the ritual happened.”

 

Isis felt a chill go down her spine and immediately felt even more sympathy towards her baby brother.

 

When Malik had finally stopped retching and emerged from the lavatory, Isis called his name. Malik looked up at his sister, his face pale.

 

“Maybe you should go to bed.”

 

Malik nodded in agreement and headed upstairs.

 

~

 

When he entered his room, Malik closed the door and undressed and put on his pajamas, grabbing the remote from his bed and turning on the TV. He settled into his bed, bundling up under his comforter. He flipped through the channels until he found one of those game shows with the weird obstacle courses, but he quickly fell into a restless sleep, which made him a awake only an hour later, drenched in sweat, he kicked off the covers and quickly fell back to sleep, this time a dreamless less frightening sleep.

 

When Isis came upstairs, she checked in on Malik, and found him sleeping peacefully. But she entered his room anyway and turned off the TV and picked up the remote from the floor, placing on the nightstand. Malik stirred a bit and opened his eyes halfway. Isis stood in shock until her brother spoke.

 

“You'll protect me, right Isis?”

 

“Of course, Malik.” She sat on the edge of Malik's bed and stroked his hair until he fell back to sleep. She pulled the comforter back over her brother's body, and was about to leave when she spotted Rishid watching them.

 

“How is he?” Rishid asked.

 

“He seems to be doing fine now.”

 

“That's good, I hope he gets over whatever it is soon, it's hard when he's not his usual self.”

 

Isis only nodded in agreement and then Rishid retired to his own room, ready to attend to Malik if he needed it. Isis turned off the light, and looked back at her brother. I hope he can find the strength to tell us what happened and let us help him, she thought before closing the door. Outside, the rain started up again.

 

~

 

More Notes: That was difficult to write, since I love Malik so much. At the last minute, I decided to change Jounouchi's character from someone who was thirsty for revenge to someone who thought it was a good idea at the time but had a change of heart. It was also hard to write the dialogue between Rishid and Malik because one, I hardly ever write anything with Rishid in it and two, it's so heartfelt, it kinda tugs at the heartstrings. But this was a great writing experience, and if I can ever tone it down in spots, I'll put this on fanfiction.net so they can cry over Malik being raped too.

 

If you would like to beta for me, leave a review saying so with contact info, or feel free to e-mail me at ryoko_chan80@hotmail.com with the word “beta” in it.