Holy tits. So, this is the beginning of the final installment to the Take A Chance On Me Trilogy. It's hard to believe that almost a year and a half ago I was just starting the first part of this little trilogy. I'm excited to start this one. I think you guys will enjoy it, at least I hope you guys will. Anyhoo, here we go with the first chapter of This Is Our Story. Enjoy!
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The light haired woman giggled as the brunet pushed her into the sitting position on her bed. She grinned up at him before kissing him roughly on the mouth. The brunet pushed her onto her back and moved his lips down to her neck. He sucked lightly on her collarbone as he pushed the sleeve to her dress down. He pulled his lips away from her skin and pressed his forehead to hers. Their eyes locked, blue against blue.
"I love you Guinevere." He kissed her on the lips. "I love you." He kissed her again and again, each kiss accompanied with another declaration of love.
"Shh," she whispered, bringing his gaze up to her face. "Please Lancelot, someone will hear you."
"Let them hear. You know I'll handle anyone who gives us trouble."
"Just like Sir Meliagaunt?"
"You're still upset about what I did to him."
"You shouldn't have accepted his challenge."
"He confronted me in front of you and the King."
"But did you have to kill him?"
"If I didn't accept his challenge it would've looked suspicious. He put your honor on the line Guinevere. I wasn't going to let him get away with that. I'd do anything to protect you." She smiled up at him and moved a few stray chestnut hairs out of his eyes.
"I love you too." He brought his lips down to hers for another passionate kiss. The door to her bedroom suddenly slammed open, causing the couple to spring apart. But it was too late. They had been caught. It wouldn't be long before they were punished for their betrayal, a crime only punishable by one thing, death.
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Alissa sat up straight as she returned to consciousness. She blinked blearily and ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair.She released a small, annoyed sigh. She had thought that the premonitions of the past stopped, and for three and a half years, they had. However, over the past month, they had returned, and this time with greater force. She was having one almost every night. She noticed the empty space in the bed next to her and frowned in confusion. It was barely past three and the young CEO was nowhere in sight. That's odd, she thought. She had heard him climb into bed just before one. Ever since he started taking medication to help with his insomnia, he wasn't one to wake up until he needed to once he fell asleep. She slipped on the pair of slippers that were by his side of the bed and wandered down the hall to his office. Her brows furrowed when she didn't find him in his home office like she thought she would have. She noticed that his briefcase sat untouched on the top of his desk. Okay, so he's still in the mansion somewhere. He never leaves without his briefcase. She headed down to the kitchen next and found it empty. She returned to his bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. She had been hoping to find him because her "dream" really bothered her. That was one of the reasons why she had been staying the night at Seto's a lot the past couple weeks. Her dreams of the past always left her a little shaken and it was nice having him there to calm her down. She sat up with a puzzled frown between her brows. She could hear the faint sound of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata." Her confusion only increased when she realized that the music was coming from the brunet's large walk-in closet. What the hell? She opened the closet and rooted around the hung up clothes in search of the source of the music. She figured out quickly that the music was coming from behind the wall. This is some scary movie status shit. A cut out of a door in the wall caught her attention next. She crammed her fingers into the paneling and pulled it away to reveal a long stairwell leading upwards. It was obvious now that the music was coming from wherever the stairs lead. A light came from a doorway at the top of the stairwell. Okay this is really fucking weird.
"Seto?" she called, cautiously beginning the climb the stairs. She quickly ruled out the idea of it being a break in. The alarm would've gone off and the security team would've shown up if that was the case. The idea of ghosts went through her mind but she pushed that thought out of her mind quickly. The mansion wasn't haunted.
"Seto?" she called again once she reached the top of the stairs. She peeked inside the doorway and was surprised to find dozens of paintings around the room.
"Alissa? You shouldn't be up." She jumped in response to the deep voice and turned her attention to the one who spoke. The brunet she had been looking for stood behind an easel with a paintbrush in hand and small flecks of paint on his face.
"I could say the same thing for you. I thought I heard you come to bed." The brunet shrugged before turning his gaze back to the easel in front of him.
"I decided after about an hour of unrest that I probably wasn't going to be sleeping tonight. Did the music wake you?"
"Uh, no."
"Another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"Which one was it this time?"
"Guinevere and Lancelot. I'm starting to get a little worried." He looked at her in concern.
"Why would you let something like that worry you? All that stuff if is in the past."
"I contacted Ishizu last week and I've ben talking to her-."
"There it is. What sort of shit is she feeding you now?"
"I asked her why in everyone of our past lives we were separated."
"And what did she say?" His condescending tone made her frown.
"Could you be open minded for a minute? She said that we might've been cursed." He snorted in disbelief.
"Doesn't that seem a little farfetched to you? I've accepted the fact that all this past lives bullshit is real. Granted, it's still the stupidest thing I've ever heard of, but I've learned to accept it. Now she expects me to believe that we're cursed?"
"But what if-."
"Look, even if there was a curse, it wouldn't matter. We make our own destinies, not some curse that may or may not even exist." She nodded slowly.
"No, you're right. I just freaked out a little when I couldn't find you. Sorry."
"Do you want tea?"
"No, no I'm okay." She walked over to where he stood. Her gaze traveled across the multiple paintings in the room.
"I didn't know you paint."
"That would be because I never mentioned it."
"These are all really good."
"Well of course they are. I'm Seto Kaiba, I don't do inadequate." She smiled and continued to marvel at all the paintings. Her gaze stopped on a painting of a woman. She was a young woman, maybe in her early thirties at the oldest. She had long, ebony hair that curled at the ends. Light freckles were smattered across her nose between a pair of clear, blue eyes.
"Who is this a painting of?" He set down his art supplies on the stool next to his easel and came to stand behind her.
"That's my mother."
"She's beautiful, Seto."
"Yes, she was. She's the one who taught me how to paint. She was an art teacher." Alissa smiled up at him and entwined her fingers with his. She was always grateful whenever Seto shared things like this with her. Although they had been dating for almost four years now, the brunet CEO was still uncomfortable sharing certain events of his past. He squeezed her hand in response. Just as she was grateful for him sharing things with her, he was grateful for her being there to support him, whether he wanted to share events from his past or not.
"As cliché as this sounds, you have her eyes."
"So I've been told."
"Do you want to come back to bed? You have that stockholders meeting tomorrow don't you? You should at least get a little sleep."
"You go on down. I'll be back down in a few minutes. I need to finish up the details of this painting." He dropped her hand and returned to his spot in front of his easel. She gave him a small kiss on the lips on her way to the stairs.
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll finish up soon."
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Seto yawned and rubbed at his eyes to relieve some of his fatigue. The meeting earlier that day had gone well and he had been prepared to leave early but then some idiot messed up the mainframe and lost half of the work that had been done for the new Kaiba Corp. game. The game was supposed to be released in less than a month. Now, instead of using the next couple weeks for test runs, he had to use part of that time finishing the game that should've already been finished. He sighed in annoyance when he heard another knock on his office doors. If it was another employee with another problem for him to deal with he was going to kill someone.
"Come in."
"Seto?" He was slightly relieved when he saw Alissa peek her head through the door. "What are you still doing here?"
"I work here."
"I mean why are you still here? I thought you were planning on getting back early. What happened?"
"My employees are idiots, that's what happened. Some idiot spilled his soda, which he wasn't even supposed to have mind you, all over one of the mainframes and lost half of the work for the new game. The game is scheduled for release at the end of the month and now I have to redo half of it. Of course, I fired the moron, but I'm stuck doing damage control for his mistake."
"Why don't you take a break? I brought you dinner." She pulled a doggy bag out of the backpack on her shoulders and placed it on his desk.
"I can't take a break. Besides, I'm not hungry."
"Dr. Swanson said that you're never going to start feeling hungry again until you start training your body to start expecting food at a certain time."
"I know what Dr. Swanson said."
"Then eat. You're two hours past your scheduled dinner time."
"I'll eat once I'm finished." She frowned. Sometimes she really hated Gozaburo for what he did to his adopted son. Gozaburo's psychological, mental, and physical abuse had completely warped Seto's psyche. Especially when it came to eating. When Gozaburo was still alive, Seto would often be denied a meal if he didn't get enough work done. Now, he viewed food as a reward. If he didn't work hard enough or get enough done during the day, then he didn't deserve to eat.
"How long before you're finished?" He shrugged. "Seto, please. You need to eat something. Just take five minutes." He sighed before reaching for the doggy bag. He pulled out the cardboard box and plastic fork and began to pick at the chicken salad that she had brought for him. A relieved smile spread across her features and she took a seat on the couch as he ate.
"I'll be here for a while."
"So?"
"So you shouldn't worry about waiting for me."
"It's no problem. I like watching you work." A commotion from outside caused the couple to turn their attention to the double doors of the office. The double doors slammed open as a woman stormed into the office. Her hair was short and dark and her dark eyes had a crazed look. She held a gun in her hand.
"Who are you?" he demanded, dropping his hand to the silent alarm under his desk.
"You killed my husband!" the woman screeched. Great, another person who hates Gozaburo.
"Look, I'm not responsible for anything Gozaburo did to your family, but if you put the gun away I might be able to offer you compensation."
"I'm not talking about Gozaburo you spoiled little brat! You had my Sato sent to jail and he was killed in a riot!"
"Ah, yes, Sato Toshi, my ex employee who took me hostage and nearly blew up my company. If you ask me, that psychopath deserved what he got. He was a danger to society."
"Seto, stop," Alissa said quickly. "She has a gun, you have to watch what you say."
"I'm not afraid of her. She's as mental as her husband was."
"I'm mental? I'll show you mental!" She laughed before pointing the gun at Alissa.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to show you what it's like to lose something you care about!"
"Leave her out of this. This is between you and me." He had to bide his time. He knew that the security team would be here any minute; he just had to keep the wife of his ex employee talking until then.
"I'll make you pay you little brat!"
"I apologize on behalf of your husband. I'll even offer compensation, but it would be in your best interest to drop the gun now. My security team will be here any second."
"A second too late." The sound of a gunshot exploded through the air as she pulled the trigger. The bullet connected with a body, piercing through the stomach and exiting out through the lower back. It was a serious, if not fatal hit.
"No!"
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Well hey guys. Here's the first chapter, and shit is already hitting the fan! Can you guess who was actually shot? Sorry for leaving it on a cliffhanger, but I'll have the next chapter up real soon. Love you all and let me know what you think!