"It's time to Wake Up!"
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Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is NOT mine! I don't pretend to own it, I only dream I did. XD If I did then I'd be rich, happy and filling the programme with Yaoi! Yaoi! Yaoi! ^_^ Can we tell I'm Yaoi mad? Mwaaa!!
Noa's character is a tad OOC, I admit, but hey! Who minds? He's not random he's just a little crazy! ^_^
So! We know who Bird Killer is at last! Mwaahahahaha indeed it's Noa-chan! ^_^ If you bothered to read the Info-page then you'll know this isn't Paedophilic fiction, and it isn't Incest-full, so don't flame me with claims of paedophilia and Incest because I've justified it (to my own satisfaction.) any questions then e-mail me at: [email protected] ^_^ thank you.
Warning: This chapter contains "taboo" scenes of nudity and "yaoi" content. Do not look if you can't take it.
Now! Only one thing left to say other than!!!!
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He sat up, feeling the cord of his spine moving to support the motion, it was enthralling and new to him now. Yes. He had sat in the illusion but it was his memories of sitting down, opaque memories, it was amazing to experience them once more. He looked down at his hands, nimble slender digits that he stared at curiously, they were magnificent he watched them move as he willed them to move, watching them move, curling and bending he smiled softly. They were pale and perfect, he stroked one hand with the other, tracing the slender fingers feeling the smooth silk and the folds of skin where the joints met. He then looked up at the big Five his eyes of blue glittered in the harsh white light of the headlamp. He then gazed up to the bulbs of bright luminous white, how they glowed, like nothing he had seen before. Or that he remembered. He felt his eyes ache, the light hurt, he turned his head away and rubbed his eyes he then looked at them again "What? You're still here?" he murmured in a voice that was even more alien than the one he remembered having in his mind.
"Yes. Sir. How do you feel?" They looked somewhat bothered, about their charge and link to the corporation name.
A single sea-green eyebrow arched up "How do I feel?" he frowned, how did he feel? He didn't even know how to describe that, he'd just returned from death or more technical death like he knew how to describe the feelings he felt. His head was swimming. No. It was sinking. No. It was floating. There was no way to describe it, no way that made any sense. "… Silly question." He growled lowly, eyes now slightly a blaze, these humans. They were foolish. All the more reason for him to start plans for their demise and the birth of a brand new intelligent race. Humans were expendable and had lack of conformity he snickered to himself, the businessmen in their tight dark suits all murmured among themselves, he was obviously crazy. So dark it was almost scary. Noa looked at them "You're still here?!" he growled then his voice turned from a young tenor in to a snarl "Get out. I need time to myself." The businessmen looked surprised, they had not expected to be told in such harsh words, especially from some child. However they held the ill-words in their throat and grudgingly left the 17 year old android to his dealings. That was what he was. An android. Fake and unreal. Different from humans and yet so similar that there was very little to differentiate the two races. Their hard shoes, black and glossy a sheen like beetle shells, made hard clomps on the floor as they shuffled out in single-file. Leaving Noa alone.
The boy grinned to himself then slid off the ice-silver of the metal table top, it felt strange after so long so out of place, skin and the ability to feel skin on hard surfaces. He stifled a yelp of surprise at the painful skid of his taunt flesh on the hard metal. He grumbled and rubbed the bright pink-red welt on his thighs soothing it with the friction of his cool hand on enflamed skin. He blinked, the pain ebbed and gave away to a dull throb, bearable and slightly warm. Noa rose on to his feet, the floor was smooth and cold, it felt slick and glossy he padded around a bit listening to his feet slap on the floor bare and new. He traced his hand over things, the metal table, feeling it slide and watching it shimmer under his fingers. He could feel groves and light scratches in the solid metal. It felt nice, the sense of touch, the ability to see real things the scratches were light grey against the metallic black-silver. He then walked slowly to the wall and looked at it, a very light blue possibly a pale aqua it felt so smooth and silken under his finger tips. He delighted in the feel of it, the sensations were electric they were amazing and wonderful. He purred to himself the noise rippling in his throat. So new. Everything was so fresh and novel to him.
He smiled again. Memories arose, of when he had a puppy, when he could feel the soft fur and hear the dog panting and wuffing he then closed his eyes and smashed his hands against the wall. It was all Seto's fault. It was HIS fault that everything was gone. Noa looked at his hands, they ached now, his perfect new hands they were already hurt. He sighed softly and turned back to the table, hopped back up on to the hard cold table, shivering with a yelp, it was cold as ice again.
He then looked down further at his body, it only just comprehended to him that he was naked. He had often revelled in nakedness in his mind, but this was real flesh. He looked at the light sea-green hairs between his legs, then at the thick length, he had only been able to imagine it up to now. But now he could see it, the hard shaft, in the flesh so to speak. It was stirring, the cold air made it turn rigid, he frowned, he'd never actually seen one, hard, before. He found that his cheeks were flushed, he knew that it was taboo to be doing this, looking and having thoughts. It was this unmentionable feeling that made him excited; he felt it throbbing with his own thrilled delight. He found himself stroking his lose pale green hair about his neck, the strands felt soft and silken in his hands as he rubbed them, staring at his own pale member as he did. He looped the hair around his fingers, resisting the urge to stroke the thick, inflamed shaft instead. He looked away, he'd never experienced this, nor had he seen his own not like this. Not with such intent thoughts on his mind. He wanted to touch it, caress it. But his hands trembled he knew it was wrong. He had learnt enough from the net to know. But he knew from both sides, this activity was in some senses entertaining. He had read enough on the subject and it was one that intrigued him, a lot. His hand slid from his hair, slowly, with a tedious drag. It settled on the smooth new skin of his chest he felt the firm hard skin of his pectorals. He looked at his chest, looked at the smooth flawless skin, how perfect his body was. He found his curious fingers delving down to search for the soft flushed pink of his soft nipples.
The long sleek digits pinched and stroked the nubs of flesh, feeling them turn taut and hard he rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, watching the flesh twist slightly, he could feel the light heat on his skin. It felt electric. He stroked now, tracing a single fingernail around the firm tip, looking at every detail of the skin. Looking at the light pink nubs of flesh. He was starting to ache between his legs; he felt it, a dull throbbing of arousal. His hands moved slowly down his toned abs felling each ripple, every carved contour as he thought about what he was about to do and how he knew it was wrong but couldn't resist the urge to stroke and grope his own thick length. He looked again, brief, chaste glances. It looked strangely beautiful to him. Then he supposed it would. The flesh was enticing to him. He'd ever seen it like this before. He licked his dry lips, and took a shake-y deep breath; experimentation was the best way to learn as they said. He felt the base of his abdomen coming close under his fingertips, looking at the smooth base of his pelvis, finally with a shudder and a long sighing yelp, his hand touched the pale appendage, feeling it shudder. The head seemed to get darker, a deep pink-red shade. He traced his thumb up the stiff straight firmness, and then he slowly began to rub the head over and over with his thumb, jabbing at the hole, shivering at the sudden tingling cold sensation it would bring him. The feeling zigzagged over his spine like a brief caress. His hair stood on end, his skin shivered and his lips parted to groan. He then curled his fingers around the stiff pole they tightly coiled around it, similar to a grip on a joystick his lips twisted to a smirk at the irony of that brief thought. But he lost all ability to hold his thoughts as he stroked and moved his four closed fingers up and down the stiffness. He began to moan softly, lips totally parted as he purred and groaned out loud. He felt the heat enclosed in his fist, purring loudly to it as he began to thrust the length in to his balled hand, feeling the heat envelop it totally. The throbbing drove Noa wild, he was watching the head, watching it spew white slick milky seed, like white fire, trickling over the firm head and down his hand, his hand glittered like it was covered in wet frost. His hand felt hot and sticky, he began to thrust his hard length in faster, with a growing urgency, an alien feeling to his teenage mind. But one that seemed strangely comforting. He closed his eyes now, just feeling, not looking. He could feel hot, moist, sticky and he could smell it. Musky, salty and enthralling, the scent of himself drove him wild with ecstasy. He listened to the wet noises, the squelches and the slushy noises of hand and shaft, the fiction making loud slop noises. His senses reeled and his chest began to rise and fall quicker as he pumped and pounded his hand up and down, lifting and gyrating his hips to meet the hot wet of his closed fist.
The feeling made his head swim, spin, he tried to keep level, but soon he found himself laying back on the cold metal, pounding harder and faster, until it was frantic and a blur of hand and flushed skin. Finally with an exalted cry, a roar, he felt it. Pure release a total loss of self, of time and of situation. Hot white fire spewed out of his dragon, liberation in its purest form, on to his chest. He panted, the new body shook with delight, trembling all over deep breaths as his chest rose and fell fast. He could hear and feel his heart, the rush of blood. His hand was still around his shaft, loosely now, slow and soft strokes he just contented in feeling the wetness smearing over his hand and his now flaccid member. Noa slowly sat up, his breath returning and his heart slowing, the throbbing between his legs was gone now and it gave way to an enchanting feeling of release and pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, the sense of sudden and amazing release, new to the senses and new to the mind. The rush, the thrill it made everything suddenly melt and give way to satisfaction but it was only temporary. His blue eyes twisted with anger once more and he found the allure of his actions has shattered like a mirror, the shards of happiness left him and it gave way to the hatred of Seto Kaiba that MAN he hated that FOOL he finally calmed down and he settled back with a sigh. It would ebb soon. This anger would be resolved. Seto Kaiba would pay. He laid down and closed his eyes, he purred softly, comforted with the idea of Seto's head on the floor. Mewing in delight as he curled up, tired from his own exploration of the flesh. Finally sleep claimed him like a lost child and he drifted in to dreaming.
He would die.
Seto would pay…
Seto yawned loudly, then he blinked, he was so tired. The day was so harsh, he yawned and looked out the window at the painful sunshine, then looked away and resumed typing, he didn't even know what he was typing, something. Work. His eyes drooped heavy like lead under subtle hazel lashes. He rubbed his forehead, groaning in pain. For some reason sleep had become a myth to him, he didn't sleep anymore. It was a luxury. Maybe it was his training that had stopped him sleeping… stopped his dreaming. He didn't know. His head slowly began to settle on his arms, he was drifting. So tired….
Frantic dreams. Wild and crazy. Scary. Dark. Seto rarely had these kinds of dreams. He only remembered dreams that scared him from when he was a child, the images of his Stepfather, a looming Shadow, a dark and evil presence high over him. Yelling. His voice an echoing boon "There is no time for sleep boy!" a loud smack to his cheek, echoing in milky blackness "Work harder!" "You better finish all those sums before dinner time." The slaps got louder, more painful. He trembled in those dreams. He quivered and whimpered. A Belt snugly round his neck, getting tighter, a whip tilting his chin up as his stepfather bellowed at him.
But.
This was not the dream. That was the past dream. The dream that once scared him he had hued his retribution of Gozaburo, that old man now lay dead and finally buried. The dreams now were frantic, wild, Scary he whimpered. In his dreams it was dark. A few clusters of flashing lights, light blues, greens and violets they twinkled like stars. Bright against a background of dim and black. He then realised that he was in his office, it was dark. Nighttime. He was alone his office felt colder than he remembered, why was he in there anyway? Surely dreams were surreal? This felt more realistic than anything.
Suddenly things changed, they were surreal, suddenly things seemed to be moving around him, cords, cables, wires all of them start to wriggle, moving like cobras. Thrashing from side to side, slowly, waving like twisted heads. The heads of snakes. He looked, eyes emotionless, looking around at the blackness, the wavering in the darkness. He took a few slow steps back the cords followed, they were in the patchy circle of light he could see them, then they lunged like lightning and caught him, sticky, gooey cords wrapped around his arms and legs he yelped and struggled. But the cords tightened, thick wires were constricting he looked around, head thrashing from side to side quickly, trying to see the origin of the cords.
They came from darkness, thick and black in a corner, then one coiled around his neck, tightly, he whimpered the pain was starting to drown him. Hot aching pain surged through him like lightning. The wire-snakes began to totally wrap around his arms, legs, his waist. He was slowly becoming amassed in bunched coils of cables, they were shiny metallic, silvers, deep navy blues and dark crimson reds. Tight, gooey and thick. Then behind him, the laugh, he had heard it once before. From the computer. That high-pitch, wild, laugh. He looked, neck craning from side to side to see. Frantic looking, wanting to see what held him, remembering the laugh the cords were around his neck now, tighter, is whole body was covered in gooey thick cables. They were crawling up his face slowly now, along his cheeks, in to his hair, his blue eyes were soon all that could be seen, he looked but a film of goo impaired his vision. He tensed. He was slowly remembering the emotion of fear. What would happen to him? Was this really a dream? He couldn't tell now..
"I'll tell you one thing." Said a soft, young, voice.
Seto looked, he could make out a figure in front of him, small, clothed in white he looked, he could make no noise, only a muffled murmur "….. "
"This is real you will suffer this fate! Seto Kaiba!!" The name Kaiba echoed Kaiba! Kaiba! Kaiba! Then everything turned white, bright, blinding white and he was sitting up in his office panting, sweating, staring at his laptop and his hands. His hands were trembling. He'd drifted in to sleep.
He rubbed his forehead again and again. Then he quickly moved to the coffee machine, he didn't want to experience that. Ever. He slouched in to his chair, nursing the cup, taking long slow sips. The caffeine would have to last a while! He closed his eyes, making a gasp. He hadn't gasped since he was a child, not the gasp of shock. When he closed his eyes he had a flicker of memory, the dream, an image of those cords entering him through his mouth, every intention of tearing him apart. He shuddered and opened his sore red-rimmed eyes. Sleep. He needed it. He was slowly being tortured in to agonising existence. Something. Someone was slowly trying to cause him to break down.
"You better have it ready." That was what Noa said to the Big Five from his computer screen. He was back inside the mind of the computer. "I want it in there for this evening."
"At once sir." They nodded.
"Hide it. Keep it secret. We can't have him knowing can we?" the voice was musing and smirking. Dark and playful like a lilting cat mew.
"No sir. We can't. We'll be careful…." They shuffled about, planning and preparing. Noa turned, letting the image filter out slowly. He was gone. The Big Five sighed. The sea-green haired teen was starting to scare them. Noa Kaiba was as intimidating-no. More intimidating than his father.
Noa returned to the bedroom in his mind, laying on white silks, a smile, genuinely crazy on his lips. At last. The traps were set. The plans were laid. And he was ready for an all out attack on Seto Kaiba. He lazed, arms behind his head, supporting his head, he closed his eyes and relaxed totally. No dreams graced his mind this day. He just rested in total calm. Peaceful in his mind. But yet a maelstrom in his heart, disgust and hatred, for that brunette boy.
The day passed. The light waned to the twilight and then darkened in to the navy of nighttime. He was calm. Dreams forgotten. Seto was ready to go. He stood, looking up to find the Big Five standing in the door way "Can I help you?" he asked, blunt.
"yes. Mister Kaiba."
"What?" he muttered.
"Well. Sit down sir. This is important."
Seto sat, not amused and not interested "This better be good." He grumped.
"Oh it is sir. It is." They were smirking now, a light chuckle rippling through the stiff old men.
Seto rose a brow, when ever they showed signs of amusement or happiness he was bothered. Normally they scowled. Muttered and complained. But not right now. They were passive, smiling nearly cheerfully. "Well. Hurry up" he murmured.
"Very well."
"NOW!" yelled one.
Seto blinked "What the hell!?"
But. Before Seto could move five were gone, moved out of the room. He heard the sickening SNAP of a lock being turned. Then the sound of a key being taken. He looked around, the light suddenly went out with a loud humming Boop. He then realised that there was only the twinkling blue, green and violet of small lights from the computers around him.. nothing… but that star-like glow… he froze. This. His dream. It was real? Or would he wake up? He found himself praying within that it was only a dream.
But. It wasn't. He felt it. Really felt it. A cord moving, slick and hard around his leg. Tight around his ankle. He stiffened and moved, kicking it away. Kicking it hard. He twirled those bastards! They had done it again! Tricked him! He growled and ran to a side door, a panel that he'd had installed in case of emergency well he didn't see that there would be anything worse than this. He moved in to the small stairway and began to run, out on to the 49th floor. Down the hallway. He heard shouts above, a growling voice that bellowed "YOU IDIOTS! HE GOT AWAY!" then mumbles of the Big Five, apologising to their new leader no doubt. He carried on running. But he heard it, a loud thundering snap. A cracking noise, the ceiling above was giving way. He looked slight, blue eyes wide as he realised the coils were following him. Their metallic bodies glittering and rippling like liquid-diamond in the darkness. He ran on and on, down the halls, similar, their generic white-grey pattern whizzing by like a dark blur.
His breaths were short pants, hard on his chest as he forced his way in to the stairwell, pushing the door hard, running down the stairs, leaping part of the way down. He was quickly running 47, 46, 45, 44, 43, 42……on and on he ran. Until he was running through the 30's and the 20's. He could hear yells from the floors above "GET BACK HERE!" "Brat!". Then he felt it. The cords were behind him. Along with the high-pitch ghostly laughing. It echoed, it was closer. He was watching with quick glances, brief and fervent, His shoes made little sound on the polished stairs, just the clomp as he flew down each flight. The cords were close now, behind him, near enough to brush his neck. He tensed with a yelp and ran fast. It was, however, too late the cords made one final lunge and four of them caught on to him. One round each arm. One round each leg. He was being suspended, held by the mass of cords; quickly others came, catching him more. He struggled as they curled and coiled quickly around him.
Then behind him. He heard laughter a mocking chuckle, then footsteps light steps, coming toward him. Not the clomp of the black hard heeled boots of the Big Five but something lighter. Softer. Like a preying cat. Seto couldn't move his head very far, these coils were quicker. They were already around his neck, they were also in his hair now, but for some reason they left his face, curling against his cheeks, spilling slime-y sticky goo down, but they didn't touch his eyes, nose or mouth. He was totally covered now. But he could see to the side of him a little way, someone stood there in a Chinese suit, looking at him. Their face was hidden away from his sight, deliberate? Most likely. Could this be the boss that the Big Five were following? The boy chuckled. He could tell it was a boy, no a teen, their voice was young yet scarred by experience. "Seto Kaiba….. we meet. Properly… at last."
Seto didn't respond. He did not know this strange kid. What kind of teenager has the means and the power to send cables after you? He didn't want to know. "…."
"Come now. Don't act so stoic. You will know me very well soon." There was a chuckle "After all. You took my place. You thief."
Thief? Seto? No. he had no idea what this crazy child was talking about and he didn't want to know at that he closed his eyes and turned his head as away as the cords would allow. "…."
There were more steps, the teen was closing in, then he felt a hand on his cheek, stroking lightly. If felt wrong. The cords were around his eyes now, blocking the view, he would have glared, his lips were curled in to a snarl there was a long laugh "Don't like it? Well tough. I intend to make you suffer!" the voice was a bitter angry growl now. Threatening? No. Promising. This teenager promised to make Seto suffer. He couldn't help but believe those words.
But they wouldn't scare him. No way. He would prevail again! There was nothing that could be worse than some of the things he had experienced in his life. He wouldn't let some laughing teenage get to him. Never. He didn't respond to the taunts and the snarled promises. Then suddenly he felt it. Burning pain. Hot and sudden like a clap of thunder. The teenage had struck him. Slapped his cheek firmly. Seto felt the stinging burn of pain and the inflaming of the skin. The heat that radiated from it.
The teen laughed. The wild high-pitched laugh that Seto knew, he had heard it before and it filled him with dread. He shuddered. Shook with anger. This teenager had been stalking him! A growl clenched in his throat. But the teen still laughed "Sorry. Seto. Am I too much?" the voice was arrogant "I thought as much. Heh."
Seto then felt a thumb and forefinger grip his chin tightly, he tensed, going stiff. Then a gaps left him. The next sensation was shocking. Lips. Warm and soft lips light brushed to his. A chaste brief passing. He shivered, wilting under that sudden caressing. Then the tongue of the teenager moved to stroke his lips, tracing around them. If he could stare. If he could glare. If only. He would do both of those and more. He struggled against his bindings, wildly struggling against tight coils and the lips and tongue of this brat!
Noa smirked, licking his lips after, he then spoke in a hushed whisper against Seto's lips "That. Seto Kaiba. Was a warning from me. A promise. I will make your life hell. My name is Noa. Noa Kaiba. Remember it." Then Noa struck Seto's head hard, watching the boy fall limp in the coils of cords. He smirked amused, the cables had unravelled from his eyes now, he could see the whole face of Seto Kaiba. He hadn't expected the young man to be quite so beautiful up close. He looked again, tracing a finger over the jaw line, the cheekbones, each delicate eyebrow. He took in every inch of the beauteous face. Then he smirked and walked up towards the labs, the cords followed like a puppy to its master.
"It's time. Prepare him." Laughter dark and wild echoed as the green-haired teenager dragged Seto with him…. In to the laboratory.
The lab was cold it was clinically clean and very unpleasant. Harsh light left no shadow, except for under machines and behind them. Seto was now chained and secured tightly to a metal chair. Light spilling on to him. He was still unconscious, fatigue, exhaustion and the shock of the blow had all managed to render him immobile. Noa grinned. He couldn't contain the laughter, Seto was now here, ready for revenge. He smirked. And moved to a surgical table he picked up a pair of waxy-rubber gloves. Slipping them on with a loud snap. Smirking in delight to the echoing smack of rubber against skin. He then moved to the prone boys body, he looked at the teenager, his face was stern, he frowned even when asleep. Noa began to dig around in the pocket of Seto's white trench coat, he quite liked that coat. White. A good colour he loved white, maybe it reminded him of when he was pure? A child? He didn't know nor did he care. He rummaged in the pocket until he found something, the deck of Seto Kaiba, the glossy cards glinted on the top was Seto's pride and joy, the engine of Destruction, the invincible Blue Eyes White Dragon. He took the card, a smirk of pure and utter evil on his young, chiselled features. He seemed even more insane and dangerous when he smirked. Darker and more predator than 17-year old reborn teen.
He took one of the cards and layed on a pane of glossy glass, underneath this glass was a network of metal and cables. Some kind of Scanner he closed the smooth plastic lid on the scanner and turned back to Seto. On his way toward the teen he picked up a strange item.
It looked like a helmet, hollowed and head shaped. It was some kind of sensor, there were sharp and painful looking needles of metal on it, on the inside, they were obviously meant to probe the brain, looking for whatever the wielder desired. Noa stood in front of Seto and lifted the device, settling it on the brunette teens head. He watched Seto's face contort with pain, he was wincing and a soft whimper was arising from between his lips. Noa grinned and began to attach some thick wires to sockets on the outer-shell of the device. He then finished locking them in place and securing Seto's head in a vice-like appendage to keep it straight and to keep him immobile. Seto laid on the raised table, looking like some kind of creation out of Dr. Frankenstein. Wires and cables were all around him, everything was metal and glittered. But it was not gold nor was it wonderful. Noa walked over to a high-tech computer and began to type something on the smooth –white– keys. There was some brief beeping-groan noises, croaky like someone with a sore throat, there was some flashing and movement on the screen then Noa opened a programme.
Welcome to Brain-Scan 4000.
Opening programme…
… Please Wait…
50% complete…
100% complete.
The screen then opened on to a somewhat twisted opening page, there was a picture of a surgeon performing surgery upon someone's brain, there was a highlight upon the blood and the mush that was trickling in a moving GIF from the head on to the table. Noa loved this programme. He smirked. Then he began to type something on the main option screen, in a task bar he would assign the programme the task he desire of it then soon Seto would be in torment like he never knew it.
You have selected "Open Scan." Would you like to start scanning?
Yes.
Please wait while we upload electrodes and begin the process.
Thank you.
Noa waited patiently, it didn't take long, all of his technology was fast and efficient, much like him. He grinned evilly. He wanted to laugh so badly, until it hurt, but he couldn't risk rousing the sleeping brunette. Soon the screen before him was on the Brain-search screen from here Noa could select to look up anything he wanted within Seto's brain. His fears. His joys. His pains and even his desires. He had true power over Seto Kaiba and is fragile mind. Noa knew what his father had done to Seto, he knew about the endless days and nights of work and torture, beating and abuse. Shouting and taunting. He knew that Seto held his own purely to defy the abuse of Gozaburo Kaiba. But. Noa also knew that this resistance was fragile and could crack at any time. Given the right amount of pressure, pain and humiliation.
He began looking. Searching for clues. One of the main
things that popped up frequently in Seto's mind was the loved of the Blue
Eyes it seemed the dragon had earned a place in his heart if Seto
had one. Noa moved to the scanner, which contained the Blue Eyes card. He
watched as it was uploaded in the comparison section of the Brain-Scan
Programme. He then made a comparison to what about this dragon would
humiliate him. The first thing to come up was Toon Blue Eyes it seemed
seeing his beast as a cuddly plushie had disgusted him badly. But. The Teen had
other fears… darker fears.
Fears that made Noa laugh wildly. Maybe killing Seto wasn't the best
end-result for the brunette… maybe there were greater torments in store for the
brunette should he stay alive.. Death was too easy for Seto Kaiba….
XD *LMAO* Brain-Scan. Twisted no? Well I guess I didn't name this Twisted Engine for fun eh?
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