2.12.06
By Demyx Rules
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Disclaimer: This is a fic by Demyx Rules. I do not own any of the characters, no matter how much I wish I did.
It was yesterday when my little sister showed me an amazing story that she was writing... I loved the way she planned out each chapter so perfectly. Well, let's just say, I wanted a story like that, except with a more manly turn. So, I'm doing what most guys do best... Writing uber awesome fics, since I have nothing better to do (well, I have school, but ha-ha). This is indeed an M rated story for hardcore kissing, rape, and maybe some... preg? I dunno, I'm a perv, let's see how it goes.
I've got all the way to chapter 52 planned out. Yes, it'll be a long story, not a oneshot. I just hope... I don't get too flamed. I shall put it out with my handy bucket of ice cold water. Also, I got the idea from my cousin. She likes Marluxia and Namine love... but my little sister likes hardcore love between them. This story is based off of the Meg and Dia song, Monster. My cousin and sister love this song, so let's rock. Cheesy line, good story? Ah well, you be the judge. No flames. I have ice water.
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Chapter I: Whispers
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She never expected this to happen to her. She was invited to a home, a shelter, somewhere nice to stay. She accepted the offer gladly; she needed to survive. Instead, she took the wrong road.
He called himself Marluxia. He was the man delivering her from death, but apparently she was so wrong. She didn't know her name. He stroked her golden hair, and said, "Namine... I'll call you Namine after a golden bloom in my garden." Namine. That is now her name. She held it close... loving the feeling when she heard it - it sounded so beautiful. She wanted to see him again... he was so kind to her. Never did she expect this to happen to her.
"Namine, I want to talk to you," Marluxia said; at the sound of his voice, Namine smiled, arousing from her bed (in her personal room he gave her) at 12:35 AM. She also wanted to talk to him... He was an angel in her life, even though they just met. He seemed like such a good guy.
When she put her hand nervously on the doorknob, she felt that she shouldn't, and that she should leave. How she should've listened to her conscience. A gentle brush from her fingertips traced on the golden knob, and over the rough edges of the keyhole, which made her wonder why Marluxia had a lock on his door. She soon discovered why. The door swung open, her eyes widened, and a rough hand grabbed her wrist.
She yelped in surprise when the hand pulled her inside the dark room. Accidentally, she fell on her knees, causing the hand to release. It was silent, shrouded in utter darkness, and immediately, she was horrified. All she could hear was the pounding rhythm of blood in her ears, and her gaspy breathing. To stop her racing heart, she placed her gentle hand on her chest, because her heart hurt bad from the shock.
"M-Marluxia?" She called out in a meek, terrified voice. There was no response at first, her crystal blue eyes trying to make out the shadows and blobs inside the room. She couldn't find the door; she stood up and struggled in the dark, but ended up tripping over something, and hurting her arm by striking it against something sharp. Her fragile body nearly bruised from the fall... She screamed out in pain upon hitting the ground, and instantly began nursing her slightly bruised left arm. Thank goodness it wasn't her right arm - the one she used to draw pictures.
"My dear, sweet Namine." She heard, causing her heart to race again, pounding with fear. She could hear it in her head, with extreme pressure in her ears and chest. By instinct, she flipped over, staring with complete awe-struck terror into the blank room. Glowing red eyes... "Don't tell me you can't see anything."
She frowned, her mouth dropping open with shock, "Marluxia? No... wait... why would you call me into a dark place!?" She suddenly had images fly by inside her head. "But no! You would never do that to me... Would you?" Why would she question that? Marluxia would never even touch her. But what was that rough hand that dragged her in? Oh no...
That same rough hand pulled her awkwardly to her feet, so she stumbled, and he caught her. Her small head pressed against his bare chest. His arms wrapped around her prevented her from escaping at all. Her periwinkle eyes looked confused and appalled, "No... Marluxia. This is you. Why would you do that to me? Why are you even thinking of doing this to me!?"
"Oh, I won't, dear." Marluxia had a hint of tease in his voice, but she was scared... of him. This man she grew so fond of. The man who gave her a pretty name. The man that offered her a home, food, shelter, a life... why would he? Did his consent rely on something this... rash? It's repulsive!
Namine began feeling uncomfortable in his arms. "Marluxia... let go." She said; he didn't budge. His arms were still wrapped around her fragile body, his hard chest was still rising and falling, they were touching each other... it was very awkward and inappropriate in Namine's eyes. "Marluxia, please, let go?" She asked. She could almost imagine the smirk that spread on his face at this moment. "Marluxia, let go! Please!" She was now begging, and struggling, however, compared to the adult, a small teen girl like herself couldn't get out of his grasp. She couldn't move her arms, she was pressed firmly against his tall-structured figure, with her head on his chest. She didn't hear a heartbeat.
"Why won't you let me go!?" Namine asked, pleading for answers out of the man. She felt his hot breath in her hair. Was he getting closer? She couldn't move! Trying to get help, she shouted out with despiration, "Help! Sexual harrassment!! Help me! He's trying to rape me!"
She didn't expect this to happen to her. He clapped a hand over her mouth, but released her body. She turned to run, but he grabbed her injured left arm, and pulled it behind her back painfully. A muffled scream of pain came with Marluxia's hand still over her mouth. She couldn't bite or lick him... the pressure on her mouth was denting her teeth inward, it was so painful! Incohrently, she tried to get the message to the accusing man, "Please stop! You're hurting me!"
He smiled evilly, and Namine was looking at a mirror, so it was visible, and so were his glowing hazel eyes. She couldn't move. She was too scared to even breathe at this point. It didn't seem like he was after physical harm... He wanted to tease her. He wanted to threaten her. He wanted something. She just wasn't sure what he wanted. She felt the softness of hair drape over her shoulder; her head turned to look, and she saw what seemed pink hairs tickle her shoulder, but was long enough to tickle her right breast. He was getting closer!
That evil smile he gave her... He was looking her in the eye from her right side. He came shyly close, but didn't quite touch her, making gestures of kissing, but not actually touching her. Her eyes widened again to see what he was doing in the mirror... If he actually was touching her, he'd be all over her, kissing to the extremes, and rubbing her body. This disgusted her... She was just a child. She was only fourteen years old. After the threatening display, he smiled evilly at her again, and came close to her ear. At this point, she didn't know what he was going to do... she didn't want to know. Unexpectedly, he whispered, "Remember, Namine. I own you."
"He owns me?" Namine thought. He gave her a home... now she was property? There was no escape. How could she fall into this stupid plot? Hot tears streamed down her puffy cheeks, which were now swollen from the falls she'd taken, and the pressure of being against an adult male's chest. The hand covering her mouth released, and instead, clutched her silky blonde hair, yanking it backward, jerking her head back with force. A loud scream escaped her lips. "OW!"
After the haze of dizziness cleared, she saw strands of golden hair in Marluxia's hand. "Aw, don't cry, little girl." Marluxia said in a sly tone, still holding onto these dear strands of DNA. "I don't want you to be sad." He gave the most menacing smile Namine had ever seen... "I want you to enjoy your sessions with me. I want you to learn to enjoy, even though I know you hate it right now. I want you... to learn to appreciate me. You are going to appreciate me."
She turned and ran for the door. She struggled to open it, but it wouldn't even turn. Then she remembered the lock on his door... She had to find the key! She dropped to the floor, searching frantically, spasmodically making small screams as sticky tears poured down her burning cheeks, with her thin fingers detecting signs of metal for the key. Marluxia smiled, "Oh, you want to leave? Searching for this?" He held out the key.
Namine frowned, and didn't intend to do what she did next... "You MONSTER!" She shrieked, jumping on his back, and with pink-shell nails acting as claws, she dug into his bicep, reaching out for the tiny key in his hand. She heard a painful groan from him as she bit into his shoulder. She was desperate to leave... She was not going to enjoy these "sessions". She was not going to learn to enjoy them. She was most definitely NOT going to appreciate this creep. She used to... but now... all that respect literally went down the drain. How could he do this to her? He was a superior to her. She respected him, even though she knew him for merely five days!
She never expected to be attacking him like she was doing now. She managed to pull his head back far enough so he fell, unfortunately, on top of her. She wasn't crushed by his weight... he was surprisingly light, only about thirty pounds heavier than her, instead of a hundred, like she expected. She tasted blood in her mouth... Marluxia's blood... from his bleeding shoulder. She couldn't snatch the key; he turned over and lied on his stomach.
Silence filled the dark room. "Did I kill him?" She wondered. Nothing happened really. She could hear his heavy breathing, though. Her eyes now adjusted to darkness, she could make out the rising and falling of his back, in rhythmic tune to the sounds of his breath. His hair sprawled out all over the floor. He looked like he was in pain. However, she thought for a moment... that he was crying. She didn't hear gasps or sobs, or any signs of sadness or unbearable pain. She began feeling pity. Was this a trick? Was he just kidding, and now about to rape her when she felt this sense of pity? He wasn't that merciless, was he? "Marluxia?" She asked, showing some concern in her voice, "Are you okay?"
Without hesitating, she placed her gentle, womanly hand on his back. He was beading with sweat, just as she was from anxiety. He must've freaked out when she just attacked out of nowhere. His breathing wasn't fast, just... loud. "Marluxia?" She echoed again, this time, rubbing his back. He flinched from the surprising action coming from the girl.
He slightly moved, and her eyes lit up in response. "You monster..." He hissed under her breath, reminding her of something she did just earlier when she jumped on his back. "My shoulder's bleeding, dammit, Namine!" He managed to say out loud, rather than whispering or hissing. "That hurt!"
She blinked with surprise at his reaction. She inadvertently screamed as loud as she could at him, "Then WHAT did you think you were doing to me, huh!? Petting me like a kitten? I don't think so! I thought you were trying to rape me!!"
He groaned, "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea right now..." This time, it wasn't an evil smile. It was an evil death glare he gave her. She was even more afraid now than before... Before he seemed to be content with his actions. Now he was just furious, which was worse.
"Are... you going to kill me?" She asked innocently, now feeling really bad.
He shook his head softly, and without warning, she was caught off-guard when he pounced her. She was knocked to the floor, lying on her back, with his firm hands on her shoulders, admitting an immense amount of pressure into the joints. It hurt bad again! She was very fragile. A high-pitched scream came from her...
"No." He replied, and after a horrifying second lapsed between them, before he said, "Just play with you."
Namine replayed the events in her head silently. First, she was homeless without a name. This nice man came and offered her a home. Five happy days passed and he acted like a responsible parent, a loyal guardian. She loved him after the kindness he showed to her. He was there whenever he needed her. Now, at midnight, he dragged her into a room, and harshly treated her. When she tripped, he helped her up, but pressed her against his chest. At the first impression, she thought in a dark room like this, he was going to rape her or worse. She tried to scream, but he rendered her of movement, and whispered that he owned her. She cried, so he yanked out strands of her precious hair. He was playing evilly with her, because he dangled the keys in front of her just to torture her... She had to attack. He was being ridiculous! This is called PLAYING!?
"What kind of a man are you!?" She shouted, with tears pouring down for the third time that evening. "You display kindness, and portray a sensible role model... and then you just "play" with me? You're just teasing me, but it's not funny! It's called sexual harrassment, you evil demon!"
Marluxia frowned, "Evil demon?" He laughed under his breath, while she began pouting, "I prefer..." He clutched her shoulders tighter, "A man filled with regret." She thought she felt tears splatter on her face... Indeed, no. It was blood... his blood. His shoulder was now very bruised and injured with blood crusting from the large impact from teethmarks. She gulped with remorse at the sight.
"I'm sorry." She said miserably, turning her head so he couldn't see her pretty face... which was now pink from crying.
His forgiving eyes looked at her delicate figure. He sighed, and said, "We're ending our session early tonight." She looked at the digital clock by his bed... 1:24 AM. How long did he plan on keeping her in here, all night? He gently got off of her, and held out his hand, "Let me help you."
She accepted a hand up, and he held her by the shoulders, comfortably this time. He smiled gently, "You're such a pretty girl..." He said, brushing a few golden hairs out of her face, and draping them behind her shoulders. He chuckled softly, with his face turning straight now, "Too bad I had to break you."
"Break me?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.
He shook his head, "You make pleasurable company, Namine. I sorta broke you, though. You're crying." He frowned as he wiped some tears off her cheeks.
She looked angered, "So I'm your sex toy?"
He sighed with exasperation, and said seriously, "Did I have sex with you, young lady?" That sounded funny when a superior man said it, but Namine laughed mentally. She shook her head in reply, and he said, "Our sessions are important. I want to bond with you, whatever is needed for you to understand the way I work. I don't ask for anything in return when I'm kind to you... But I like your company."
Maybe he was like a child molestor... Maybe he enjoyed the company of children too much, and soon began falling in deep love with them, and eventually began having sex with them... It was really bizarre the way he worked. All he wanted to do tonight was tease her a little. He didn't mean any potential harm. His rough hand now seemed gentle when he brushed her cheek, which was bleeding, and he didn't realize it until now. "I didn't mean it."
Namine didn't say anything. She understood... sort of. Why would he do that, though, to her? It seemed so wrong. She wanted to leave... but at the same time, didn't want to disappoint Marluxia. Tears poured for the fourth time that evening...
"Shh..." He said, and hugged her gently. She was beginning to feel the enjoyment in hugging him... His bare chest pressed against her face, and his soft back was indulging... She found herself liking this feeling... just as he predicted. Maybe he was torturing her... either physically or psychologically... so she could understand his pain.
"Mmm..." She groaned without intending to.
Marluxia rubbed her back, and she found herself rubbing his. "Don't say anything." He said, opening his eyes narrowly. "I want this to last silently..."
She wanted to ask why, but he requested not a word to be said. The night ended with her getting back in her own bed with a different view of Marluxia... But she was really hoping that she didn't get nightmares. She looked at her digital alarm clock that read 1:33 AM, and wept for the fifth time this evening after her horrifying experience.
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Author's Note:
HOLY CRAP! I KNOW!! HARDCORE!
I even drew two pictures dedicated to this fic. Ahhh, don't sue me. I might put them up on my deviant art account in the future if this story gets popular... I dunno, some people might kill me for doing such horrible things to Namine. Told you I'm a perv.
I hope you like it so far... This is just the first chapter. It's called "Whispers" because Marluxia's only teasing her at first. Just wait until they do it BAD! Wheeee pervy-ness. It's such a moving chapter, I think. My opinion probably doesn't matter, though.
The next chapter that's planned is when Axel appears. Sadly, indeed, the story was written at midnight to one... at night. So I'm basically timing myself. An hour, dude! I spent an hour to write that all. Well, I hope that was a good beginning, because naturally, I suck at beginnings... usually they're too confusing. Any questions? Ask them, please. I need to know what I should add. Recognize any typos? Please report. Critics rule! Especially since they help me with story-writing skills.
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Story dedicated to cyberkitty13 and theonlytomorrow. The two hilarious chicks in my life: my little sister and older cousin. I love you guys! Wonder if you'll be my biggest fans, and hope I didn't embarrass you too much xD...
Thanks for making my boring life exciting. You guys rule!
(c) fic to Demyx Rules
I still don't own the characters, just the fic. Duh! I'm not retarded, people.
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