"Seriously," Yuna muttered bitterly, nodding in agreement with Hotsuma, "The fuck
were you expecting, hm? Why should we be even the slightest bit happy to be in your goddamn custody? The fuck are you playing at, if not to hurt us then? Stop fucking around with us and get to the point already."
When Divine went on to insist that Psychics
couldn't - or at least didn't - resort to reading minds, oh yeah. Yuna
definitely raised an eyebrow and scoffed. All without a second thought, quickly followed by the sight of her eyes rolling. "Yeah. Uh-huh. You expect me to believe that shit? Whatever. Mind you, I'm not really religious or superstitious in the first place anyway. But you're gonna tell me that a group claiming to be Psychics actually
don't do things they're well known for doing? Hah! What fucking blasphemy. One of the worst jokes I've heard in a while."
At least the one Hotsuma made about Sector not using lube when we got ambushed made sense, even if it was a bit lewd. This ... just ... nope. Lost me on the punch line, baka ...
" .... Fine. So we
can do such things. But what Divine-sama is saying is otherwise true. We don't
need to resort to such tactics in order to get proper reads off you." A
woman also wearing the same cloak that Jun and Takumo were clad in stepped forward. Unlike said two men, though, she wore a white, mostly blank mask over her face. Even the pupils of her eyes were hidden away.
But the voice made it
very clear to both Hotsuma and Yuna it was
definitely a woman. No mistake about that much.
"You, miss, have very loud thoughts. I could hear them while waiting for Jun and Takumo to retrieve you both. Just from those alone, I could easily discern you were actually a woman trying to disguise herself as a man." Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Why though? Why bother with the guise? Were you really that ashamed with yourself?"
Yuna clenched her fists behind her back, feeling the tips of her fingernails begin to dig into her palms. After silently mulling over her options, she elicited an irked "Hmph" and turned her head away, no longer looking at either Divine or the newcomer. "You should understand. I'm not going to explain. After all, you can probably hear the reasons, can't you?"
" .... "
For a while, neither woman spoke. Both merely glared daggers at one another. Finally, the masked one raised her arm and placed a card down on her duel disk, seeming to know what exactly she wanted. Maybe that was the point, to prove she could use her powers to will whatever she needed to her hand which, admittedly,
would strengthen the belief that Yuna had been right. Because if that was what happened, then Takumo - at least - had cheated in his duel.
Either way, neither Yuna nor Hotsuma would be able to determine what had actually occurred.
The next few seconds would look ... odd to Hotsuma, mainly because he was at a horrible angle. However, he
could see the card that had been set down on the woman's disk. It simply read
Ivy Shackles. And if he had enough knowledge - or common sense, at the very least - he would be able to understand
why Yuna started to squirm and wince, barely avoiding screaming out loud by biting harder on her lower lip.
Divine, on the other hand, would
know even without having to adjust himself. Not just because of the card his right-hand woman placed, but having been someone who had seen this duelist use every card in her deck at least once, and often times against an actual person, Psychic-user or not. He would know vines that were as sharp as barbs were mingling in with the manacles and starting to wrap around Yuna's flesh, particularly the wrist area.
"If you have even the slightest bit of intelligence, you
will learn to be respectful. Maybe not to me, but definitely to Divine-sama."
Waiting a few more moments for her threat to sink in, the card was pulled off as quickly as it was set down, returned back to the deck in one, fluid movement.
"Ah! Hah .. hah ... ngh .... "
What perhaps Divine may
not have expected was for his assistant to have actually held back. The vines had dug deep ... but not enough to draw blood. She purposely avoided doing that, but he also wouldn't need to use his abilities to know it definitely hadn't been done out of mercy. No, it was simply because Divine hadn't told her to do so. Not yet. Always the obedient right-hand woman, this new female continued to prove the number of ways she was competent and simultaneously dangerous in her own regards.
No doubt, by now Divine seemed ... tame compared to everyone else Yuna and Hotsuma had met so far.
Poor Yuna looked .... torn. Infuriated on one hand, hopeless on another.
.... So even my own mind isn't safe?! The fuck!
Her head bowed as she glared angrily at the stone floor, not sure whether her fury or sense of humiliation was more dominant at that moment.
"Jun, Takumo...Let's get them acquainted with their new selves."
"NO!" Yuna growled, quickly lifting her head up, showing her face was slightly paled. "You keep that fucker
away from me! I'd rather deal with
her over that son of a bitch!"
"Aww," came the fake mocking voice of Takumo, chuckling as he began stalking towards Yuna. "Why the cold shoulder? I kept my word, didn't I? I took good care of your body. And aside from getting rid of those pesky bandages, I did nothing else."
By now, Jun already got bit, making Takumo snicker and look briefly back before shifting his gaze toward Yuna again. "Of course he got bit. Idiot," he muttered, reaching down and gripping a fistful of Yuna's black locks. Keeping a firm hold, he knelt beside her right ear and whispered softly, "I won't lie though, it was
very tempting to do much more than simply admire you in your sleep. You look very peaceful. Has anyone told you that?"
Yuna whimpered and shook slightly, visibly grimacing and wincing as the hold on her hair remained. If anything, it strengthened when she did make an effort to pull away, making her cry out and breathe heavier than usual breaths. "Asshole .... " she muttered, unable to conjure anything wittier or more bold up.
"Hmph. Lucky for you and your friend indeed that what Jun said is true. Divine-sama has given us
very strict orders. Otherwise ... this would be a very different story."
Lowering his empty hand, he began waving it, much like a conductor would do while ordering an orchestra around. Soon, the chains keeping Yuna's ankles to the floor left, seeming to vanish into the very air itself. Her wrists, however, were kept tightly restrained behind her back.
"I don't trust you quite yet; I'm sure you'll understand."
Offering little more than an irked "Tch", Yuna shakily started to stand up, only to be jerked to her feet by Takumo.
"Ahh, fucker! I'm going, I'm going!"
Much like Hotsuma, she couldn't disagree with Divine about one thing. She was as sick as Hotsuma about seeing bystanders, children, and innocent individuals - often people that fell under all three categories - becoming unnecessary victims of Sector. Her head turned as she gripped her lower lip before nodding firmly. ".... Yeah. But I'm with Hotsuma; that's as far as I'm going with you so far. And likely the furthest I'll go."
Soon, Takumo, the masked woman, and Yuna began to walk with Divine, Hotsuma, and Jun all in tow.
.... Suffice to say, Yuna looked even
less pleased upon entering the new room than watching and feeling Takumo get to freely touch her.
" ... The fuck is this?!" she cried out, instinctively taking a step back, only to have her back collide with Takumo's chest. Truthfully though, Yuna hardly noticed that. The first thing her mind registered were the words 'monitor', 'brainwave', 'activity', and 'chamber' -- all in that order. Her head quickly moved from side to side and for perhaps the first time in his life, Hotsuma would see Yuna wearing a new expression.
One of pure fear.
Even when he walked in on her and realized she was Yuna instead of Yukio, he hadn't seen
that.
Now ... she looked more as if she were about to be executed.
"Nuh-uh! No! Fuck and no! I'm
not going in that thing!"
Again, common sense would come into play. No one
needed to possess any supernatural abilities to even take a stab at why Yuna was so frantic. Unfortunately, any chance of being able to keep
this metaphorical skeleton tucked away in her closet vanished as Takumo piped up.
"Claustrophobic?"
" ..... Fucker .... "
"Then yes?"
"Not just .... that's .... " Yuna stared at the devices, continuing to move her head from side to side, "Fucking hell, that isn't much better than .... than a .... " Her head bowed as the last word seemed to get stuck in her throat, instead merely echoing in her head.
"Coffin .... "
Mind you, she understood it wasn't actually one. But between the few experiences she'd had with them - way before meeting Hotsuma - and her brain altering what she was seeing slightly ... well ... it was becoming increasingly difficult for Yuna to stay even somewhat calm.
"Oh? You're not going to be cooperative?" Takumo mused, looking over to Divine. He'd found his loophole, and obviously wanted consent to do more than simply keep Yuna from running.
.... Unfortunately, his own thoughts were about as loud as Yuna's to the other masked individual, whom still hadn't identified herself. And while she herself could definitely be a sadist, she
was still a woman. So it was only natural that even
she wouldn't wish for Yuna to undergo anything overly unpleasant.
For the briefest of seconds, a tattoo of a rose appeared on Yuna's right cheek. Another card had been set down on the masked figure's disk;
Mark of the Rose. Yuna's pupils temporarily vanished. As quickly as they disappeared, they reappeared .... only to show a now unconscious Yuna.
"There," the other woman murmured, panting slightly at having forcefully taken over Yuna's body and causing her to pass out. "She's ... sleeping. May as well get her in now while she's not freaking out."
To say Takumo looked pissed off would be an understatement. Alas, now that he knew his only chance to have his way and fun were gone - at least for now - he knew better than to go against Divine. Taking what were obviously slow and very reluctant steps towards one of the unoccupied pods, the glass moved away. The manacles that had been wrapping Yuna's wrists behind her back faded away as she was set down in the shallow but still very cold water. Unfortunately, the very temperature was
what caused Yuna's eyes to shoot open again.
"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed, first at how cold she suddenly got before seeing where she was. "HEY! WAIT! I SAID NO TO THIS!"
"Too bad," she earned as a reply from the other female, the glass moving over her before she could protest any further. "Now be silent. Take solace in the fact you won't be alone. Hotsuma has already agreed to cooperate; be thankful of that. Consider that your blessing."
"Fuck all of you," Yuna whimpered, her arms moving as she held herself tightly, shivering from both fear and the cold water lightly caressing her clothes and skin.