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Puppet Love	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 7276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sigh, in
favor of both the story and my readers, I decided to continue this story,
although this chapter wil be incomplete until further notice(mumble grumble,
try to get partitures for a single ouverture in this town, mumble, grumble..)
There�s a
rapid change of scenes, so read carfully, least you loose track.

Ja ne!^^
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1. Shattering
The
faintest of rose and pink heralded the early morning, but the sun wouldn�t rise
for another hour.
Shivering,
Anzu walked through the chilly morning air, cursing herself for leaving her
coat at home.-

His black,
slightly wrinkled shirt flew on the chair, as he opened a drawer of his desk
and pulled out a wide, hooded black cloak with long, tight sleeves.
Donning the
garment, he ordered aloud:
� L.V.B, Opus 62,
Corielan!�
Then he
stood there, raising his arms, as the first notes whispered across the office.-

Heavy steps
behind her made the brunette frown.
Throwing a
cautious glance over her shoulder, she turned a corner.
Odd, there
was no one to be seen, although she swore, she could hear someone breathing.-

Elegant
fingers flexed automatically, then the limbs of his right hand took hold of the
imaginary baton.-

She had
fallen into a slight jog trying to evade her persuer, but the faster she went,
the closer he came.
Just as she tried to duck into a larger road, a hand grabbed her hair and Anzu was pulled
back into the quieter alley.-

Sweat
formed on his brow, as Seto mentally conducted the Vienna Symphony Orchestra,
his arms cutting the air accurately.-

She landed
with her shoulder first and used her momentum, to clumsily roll to her feet.
Once up, Anzu turned tails to run, but a fist struck her cheek hard enough to
make her cry out in pain and trip backwards into the wall.-

His blood
was rushing through his veins, glaring at the cellos, which had not been quite
on cue, feeling the audience�s eyes rest on his person, as if it had been his
fault.-

In his
room, Mokuba shivered under his covers, hands pressed tightly against his ears.
He hated this ouverture; it usualy meant that his brother was beyond furious, and
needed some way to vent his anger. Any minute now-

Luckily for
her, the wooden heel had connected hard enough with the attacker�s groin to let
her escape. But being hurt and panicked, Anzu headed for the wrong direction;
instead of running towards the City center, she was racing down to the harbour
and into her doom.-

Screaming,
Kaiba grabbed a handfull of files from his desk and tossed them into the air,
before hefting up his office chair and throwing it at the large double-winged
balcony door, successfully shattering the glass.-

Mokuba
flinched at the sound, if he started with the chair already this early, there
was no reasoning with him. Entering the office now would be tantamount to
suicide.-

Her side
was aching, her lungs burning, but she kept running, hoping to escape her
persuer.-

Next was
the heavy monitor, it crashed against the wall and exploded in an array of
plastic shards and left a dent in the otherwise perfect surface of the
blue-and-white tapestry. Seto�s rage was not yet stilled.

Shizuka
awoke with a start, startled by the loud noises emitting from Kaiba�s office.
�He really
must feel bad about what happened to nii-san. Then again, he should.�
Listening
to Seto�s antics, she soon fell asleep again.

Under his
warm comforters, the raiven-haired younger Kaiba trembled with fear. Never had
his brother been this angry, not even after the Battle City Finals.

She could
see the police station from where she was standing, haunched over and drawing
deep lungfulls of air, but before she could make more than two steps towards
safety, a sharp pain exploded in her left hip, and Anzu screamed, as she
collapsed on the pavement, a large hand muffling her cry.

A roar, a
high, tearing sound, and off came the heavy velvet curtains, being turned into
shreds in a matter of minutes. Blue eyes, which had almost turned black, stared
unseeing at the damage, searching for something else to destroy.

Anzu kicked
and struggled, trying to wind out of the man�s steel-like grip, but nothing
helped, as she was dragged into the dark, deserted alleys between the wrecked
buildings.-

One hand
wrapped safely in a piece of curtain cloth, Seto picked up a large shard of
glass and started cutting lines into the expensive carpet, removing the small,
golden �K�s one by one.

She had
been tossed onto a pile of rotten smelling, stiff blankets, and tried to crawl
away, but was being pulled back by her ankles. Her kidnapper sat on her legs,
and started cutting of her shorts.
Anzu screamed, realizing what her tormentor was attempting to do.-

His fury
had reached the peak, as Seto pulled drawer after drawer from the heavy oak
desk, throwing their contents around the room, before smashing each container
repeatedly against the polished wooden surface, until it was reduced to mere
splinters.-

Anzu cried
in despair, as the large member trust into her without preparation, tearing her hymen and causing her tender flesh to bleed. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she sobbed in pain and loss, trying to focus on her breathing instead.-

Amber eyes
flew wide open in surprise, just to screw shut again in pain. They reopened, but the awareness was gone.

Inside his wrecked bureau, Seto found nothing else to destroy, so he took a deep breath and, with a loud yell, threw himself against the walls, again and again, eager to tear down the whole building with his own body.

And in another room, surrounded by plush animals and toys, a little boy with ebon locks cried bitter tears.
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I think, I surprised a few of you
with Kaiba�s behaviour, ne? But this particular ouverture is very dramatic, if
you get the chance, listen in on it: Opus 62, ouverture to �Corielan� by Ludwig
van Beethoven-yep, the old, deaf master himself!^^
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