Trust. . .
V.S. Windheart
Disclaimer: As you all know, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, its characters, etc. But I wish I did. Then you'd be seeing some major changes to the storyline.MWAHAHA!
Before I begin, I just want to make it clear right now that if you don't like my fic, don't read it, and don't flame me, because I'll just get crabby, and you don't want that.
Text between brackets like [this] indicates a memory, since FanFiction.net doesn't do italics.
Well, that's all. On to the story!
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I mentally went over the plan in my head, over and over, as I strode through the halls of Domino Museum. I had finally figured out a way to keep Obelisk the Tormentor. All that remained was for me to put my plan in action.
I let myself through a door, which read, "Authorized Personnel Only." I wasn't part of the museum staff, but I was meeting with Ishizu Ishtar, and so the rules didn't apply. As far as I'm concerned, rules don't often apply to me anyway. If at all.
"I'm glad you came so quickly, Kaiba." The soft voice of Ishizu greeted me as I finished my descent into the room.
I shrugged carelessly. "There's no point in putting things off, is there? I have the card here." I reached in my pocket and withdrew my Egyptian God Card. I stared at its surface almost hungrily. However, I wouldn't be losing it for long. I moved towards Ishizu. "Take it."
"I'm glad you're doing the wise thing, Kaiba." Ishizu took the card and placed it in a hidden hip pocket of her dress. "After all, it is my card. I foresaw that you would be smart and return it, and I was right."
I bet you didn't foresee this, I thought, observing the exact location of the pocket.
She turned and began to walk off.
All right, Kaiba, the time is now. I took a deep breath. "Ishizu, wait."
She halted but didn't turn around. "What is it, Kaiba? You know that you can't have the card, no matter what you say."
Three long paces took me to her side. Startled at my sudden proximity, I suppose, Ishizu whirled around. We were so close we were almost touching. She gazed up into my face. My arms stole around her back.
"Kaiba, what on earth are you doing?" Ishizu seemed incredulous. I didn't blame her. So was I. I could barely believe what I was going to do, and I was the one who had come up with the plot.
"This," I whispered and let my head drop so that our lips were touching.
At first, she didn't move. I could feel shock in every rigid line of her body. Undiscouraged, I continued to kiss her. Then, slowly, surely, Ishizu began to respond. She began to kiss me back and twisted her fingers in my hair.
I began to drift away on the passion I felt burning inside me. I started kissing her more deeply. I felt as though the only thing I wanted to do was kiss her. Perhaps I didn't need to bother retrieving Obelisk after all, I thought.
The idea stunned me so much that I almost stopped kissing Ishizu. What am I thinking? Suddenly, all the fire I was feeling was pushed to a small corner of my mind. I was going to carry out this sceme if it was the last thing I did.
Deliberately, I began stroking my hands up and down Ishizu's back. Ishizu, thinking it was part of the kiss, simply moaned and pressed herself closer to me. I ran my hands along her hips. Then, slowly, with infinite care, I slipped my fingers into her pocket. I trapped the God Card between my index and middle fingers and began sliding it out. I had almost freed it from her pocket when I felt a hand like an iron vice grip my wrist. I broke off our kiss to stare down at Ishizu's tanned fingers clenched around the hand that held Obelisk the Tormentor. I slowly brought my gaze to meet hers. Her eyes were as cold as the Arctic.
"Kaiba, I believe you are holding something that doesn't belong to you." Her voice was husky and angrier than I had ever before heard.
I wordlessly broke her grasp and handed her the card. Then I turned on my heel and silently walked out of the room as my coat flapped behind me. I left her there, standing there, watching me go.
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As soon as he was out of the room, I pressed my fingers to my lips. How could I ever think that Seto Kaiba would be capable of human emotion? I furiously blinked back tears that welled in my eyes. How could I have thought that he could care for me?
I began to pace the room restlessly. This strange-infatuation I had for him.. Where had it come from? I couldn't even begin to understand it. Kaiba tried his hardest to treat me like dirt. And although I occasionally managed to get the best of him with my Millennium Necklace, there shouldn't have been any basis for any feelings between us.
Shouldn't there have been?
My eyes fell upon the fateful stone tablet that detailed the struggle between the Pharaoh and Kaiba's ancestor. If anybody, I should have been attracted to the Pharaoh, a brave, serious, intelligent man, and yet I managed to fall for his mortal enemy.
Way to go, Ishizu, I thought to myself ironically. I whished that there was somebody I could talk to about my feelings, but there wasn't. Both my parents were dead, and my brother and I were estranged. For so long, I had relied on myself, and myself alone. Now I needed a friend to reach out to, and I had nobody.
Why had I decided that today be the day that I tested Kaiba's integrity by demanding the return of Obelisk the Tormentor? I slipped the card out of my pocket and stared at it. I didn't care one whit for the darn thing, and yet I had broken whatever partnership Kaiba and I had built up, by one simple phone call. I remembered. . .
["Kaiba." That one word snapped out summed up his whole character.
"This is Ishizu." I refused to allow myself to be intimidated. "I believe you have something that belongs to me. I'd like it back now."
".Fine." His voice had sounded odd. I should have known he was planning something; he agreed much too quickly. "I suppose there's no point in arguing with you anymore. I'll bring the item to you this evening."
"You won't regret it. I have foreseen it." I set down the phone, my heart fluttering. I sternly commanded it to stop. Kaiba was treacherous. And he was the offspring of a man who, long ago in ancient Egypt, threatened to consume the entire world with his lust for power. There was no reason to become excited, just because I was seeing him again.]
"No reason at all." I spoke aloud, my voice echoing faintly. Then, melancholy, I mounted the stairs that took me to the top floor of the museum, where I finished the evening answering tourists' questions, in an attempt to pull my mind from a crystal-cold pair of blue eyes.
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Right. That's all for today. Please review. Constructive criticism and declarations of praise and creative genius are always welcome! ^_^
V.S. Windheart
Disclaimer: As you all know, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, its characters, etc. But I wish I did. Then you'd be seeing some major changes to the storyline.MWAHAHA!
Before I begin, I just want to make it clear right now that if you don't like my fic, don't read it, and don't flame me, because I'll just get crabby, and you don't want that.
Text between brackets like [this] indicates a memory, since FanFiction.net doesn't do italics.
Well, that's all. On to the story!
~ * * * ~
I mentally went over the plan in my head, over and over, as I strode through the halls of Domino Museum. I had finally figured out a way to keep Obelisk the Tormentor. All that remained was for me to put my plan in action.
I let myself through a door, which read, "Authorized Personnel Only." I wasn't part of the museum staff, but I was meeting with Ishizu Ishtar, and so the rules didn't apply. As far as I'm concerned, rules don't often apply to me anyway. If at all.
"I'm glad you came so quickly, Kaiba." The soft voice of Ishizu greeted me as I finished my descent into the room.
I shrugged carelessly. "There's no point in putting things off, is there? I have the card here." I reached in my pocket and withdrew my Egyptian God Card. I stared at its surface almost hungrily. However, I wouldn't be losing it for long. I moved towards Ishizu. "Take it."
"I'm glad you're doing the wise thing, Kaiba." Ishizu took the card and placed it in a hidden hip pocket of her dress. "After all, it is my card. I foresaw that you would be smart and return it, and I was right."
I bet you didn't foresee this, I thought, observing the exact location of the pocket.
She turned and began to walk off.
All right, Kaiba, the time is now. I took a deep breath. "Ishizu, wait."
She halted but didn't turn around. "What is it, Kaiba? You know that you can't have the card, no matter what you say."
Three long paces took me to her side. Startled at my sudden proximity, I suppose, Ishizu whirled around. We were so close we were almost touching. She gazed up into my face. My arms stole around her back.
"Kaiba, what on earth are you doing?" Ishizu seemed incredulous. I didn't blame her. So was I. I could barely believe what I was going to do, and I was the one who had come up with the plot.
"This," I whispered and let my head drop so that our lips were touching.
At first, she didn't move. I could feel shock in every rigid line of her body. Undiscouraged, I continued to kiss her. Then, slowly, surely, Ishizu began to respond. She began to kiss me back and twisted her fingers in my hair.
I began to drift away on the passion I felt burning inside me. I started kissing her more deeply. I felt as though the only thing I wanted to do was kiss her. Perhaps I didn't need to bother retrieving Obelisk after all, I thought.
The idea stunned me so much that I almost stopped kissing Ishizu. What am I thinking? Suddenly, all the fire I was feeling was pushed to a small corner of my mind. I was going to carry out this sceme if it was the last thing I did.
Deliberately, I began stroking my hands up and down Ishizu's back. Ishizu, thinking it was part of the kiss, simply moaned and pressed herself closer to me. I ran my hands along her hips. Then, slowly, with infinite care, I slipped my fingers into her pocket. I trapped the God Card between my index and middle fingers and began sliding it out. I had almost freed it from her pocket when I felt a hand like an iron vice grip my wrist. I broke off our kiss to stare down at Ishizu's tanned fingers clenched around the hand that held Obelisk the Tormentor. I slowly brought my gaze to meet hers. Her eyes were as cold as the Arctic.
"Kaiba, I believe you are holding something that doesn't belong to you." Her voice was husky and angrier than I had ever before heard.
I wordlessly broke her grasp and handed her the card. Then I turned on my heel and silently walked out of the room as my coat flapped behind me. I left her there, standing there, watching me go.
* * *
As soon as he was out of the room, I pressed my fingers to my lips. How could I ever think that Seto Kaiba would be capable of human emotion? I furiously blinked back tears that welled in my eyes. How could I have thought that he could care for me?
I began to pace the room restlessly. This strange-infatuation I had for him.. Where had it come from? I couldn't even begin to understand it. Kaiba tried his hardest to treat me like dirt. And although I occasionally managed to get the best of him with my Millennium Necklace, there shouldn't have been any basis for any feelings between us.
Shouldn't there have been?
My eyes fell upon the fateful stone tablet that detailed the struggle between the Pharaoh and Kaiba's ancestor. If anybody, I should have been attracted to the Pharaoh, a brave, serious, intelligent man, and yet I managed to fall for his mortal enemy.
Way to go, Ishizu, I thought to myself ironically. I whished that there was somebody I could talk to about my feelings, but there wasn't. Both my parents were dead, and my brother and I were estranged. For so long, I had relied on myself, and myself alone. Now I needed a friend to reach out to, and I had nobody.
Why had I decided that today be the day that I tested Kaiba's integrity by demanding the return of Obelisk the Tormentor? I slipped the card out of my pocket and stared at it. I didn't care one whit for the darn thing, and yet I had broken whatever partnership Kaiba and I had built up, by one simple phone call. I remembered. . .
["Kaiba." That one word snapped out summed up his whole character.
"This is Ishizu." I refused to allow myself to be intimidated. "I believe you have something that belongs to me. I'd like it back now."
".Fine." His voice had sounded odd. I should have known he was planning something; he agreed much too quickly. "I suppose there's no point in arguing with you anymore. I'll bring the item to you this evening."
"You won't regret it. I have foreseen it." I set down the phone, my heart fluttering. I sternly commanded it to stop. Kaiba was treacherous. And he was the offspring of a man who, long ago in ancient Egypt, threatened to consume the entire world with his lust for power. There was no reason to become excited, just because I was seeing him again.]
"No reason at all." I spoke aloud, my voice echoing faintly. Then, melancholy, I mounted the stairs that took me to the top floor of the museum, where I finished the evening answering tourists' questions, in an attempt to pull my mind from a crystal-cold pair of blue eyes.
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Right. That's all for today. Please review. Constructive criticism and declarations of praise and creative genius are always welcome! ^_^