Author's Note: I loved every minute of writing my SxK one-shot Promise and so I decided this time that I am going to write chapter story. I don't know how it is going to turn out be we will find out together.
Chapter 1
I glanced around the room with icy blue orbs. I examined the beautifully polished marble floors, to the light gold painted walls with pearl white borders that were carved with birds perched carefully on engraved spiral curls that strongly resembled trees. The walls were hung carefully with famous paintings, ranging from dark black grey tones to bright blues and pinks and greens that made it seem that the gold walls were sparkling.
My eyes then wandered to the pearl white towers that kept the tall ceiling in place. The pillars were similar to the White House pillars, standing majestic and tall and the only difference I could tell was the delicate thin painted lines of gold that swirled elegantly along the white surface.
Mistletoe were scattered here and there, in strategic places like dark corners for couples who weren't as open about sharing public display of affection as others were. However, most of the adults at the party always took it a step forward and acted like hormonal teenagers with wandering anxious hands. He sometimes wondered about the attendants' maturity.
Red bows and colorful lights wrapped around a large emerald green pine tree as it stood proudly in the middle of the room, couples waltzing around it in perfect sync with the soft, Christmas music.
Every year I am required to go to this idiotic waste of time they call a Christmas business party. The only reason I do attended this stupid party is because my business partner forces me. Every year!
Over the years, I wondered how this man, who is at least a decade older than I am, manages to force me to come to this party every single year. I always assumed it was because of our age difference, but then when I officially became an adult the treatment continued. Then I found that the man was sneaking into my office, opened my filing cabinet with a key I didn't even know he had and his grubby little fingers grabbed the latest blue prints for my new pet project as he called them.
He wouldn't give me back the file until the next morning. For the rest of the day he would go on and on saying that it was a good chance to expand my growing business by meeting other CEOs. It also helped improve my nonexistent social skills. Then accompanied to that he would tell me his opinion of my cold attitude, often repeating that I am anti-social, either asexual or gay, egotistical, cold cruel man and that it would do me some good that I actually had friends and one of these days get laid.
Really, I had better things to do with my time, like being in my comfortable large home finding ways to improve my growing company. There was nothing to look forward at the party; it was always the same: predictable and boring.
I had to deal with the same annoying rich men who came accompanied by there less than sophisticated girlfriends or wives (who in the end would probably take all their money and leave them for the next "big thing") as they tried to convince me to buy this product or to merge with their company. Their wives, girlfriends or whatever the hell the were, meanwhile tried to flatter me, laying hands on my shoulder or arms with the occasional woman who would latch onto my arm, pressing their large chest to my arm. And they always said something to this effect,
"Oh, your suit is so lovely tonight Mr. Kaiba. Where did you get it?"
Or, "Mr. Kaiba I heard of your new game. My little brother (some cases son) loves it. When is the next game coming out?"
Damn annoying, that's what it is.
Then there was the fact that I had to deal with my brother's annual stomachaches because of his stupid child brain told him to pack every sweet that looked appetizing on his small plate.
So why was I here? My business partner had died a year ago in a nasty car crash, eliminating all blackmail that forced me to come to this stupid party. It didn't mean I didn't miss the man. He was a good worker and he had a strong sense of right and wrong, often complaining about men who cheated on their wives. Despite what many would think, I didn't just find him a valuable worker. He was also able to put up with my cold attitude, often laughing loudly at my sarcastic humor. He was the first one I would have considered a friend.
Maybe the reason Mokuba. The man was kind to his little brother, often treating him like his own son. His wife had loved Mokuba, often babysitting him when I was busy. This time Mokuba begged me to come, mostly likely for the sweets even though I told him we could by sweets from the bakery in town. But according to Mokuba, it wasn't the same.
Or maybe it was just the fact that I thought I owed it the deceased man.
"Mokuba, I don't need you getting sick again." I warned my brother when my eyes caught sight of the mountain of sweets on his tiny little plate.
"I won't, big brother." He replied cheerfully, his eyes were shining innocently. I glared down at him before I turned my attention back to the room.
"Do you remember what happened last time?" I asked, flicking my icy blue orb to the corner of my eye to see the little black haired devil. Mokuba looked at me and I could see the wheels spinning behind his eyes. In the next minute, the pile went from a mountain to almost touching the ceiling. I sighed as my index, thumb pinching the bridge of my nose, as I closed my eyes.
I still had my eyes closed when I heard the crowd stop in perfect rhythm as they all gasped loudly. I really shouldn't have cared what stopped the crowd but despite my better judgment I looked up. That's when I saw her.
She was walking down the stairs so gracefully; it seemed all the males had to close their open jaws, in order to avoid getting whacked by their partner. Most, or all, the women were sending her envious glares. Even I, the emotionless Seto Kaiba, had to use an unusual amount of self control to keep my jaw from hanging down like an open door.
She was wearing a strapless royal blue dress that stopped just above her knees and then it fluttered out to create a small train. Her lustrous long white hair was in a neat bun and I had the urge to rip out of its neat structure and let my fingers glide through the pearl locks. She wore clear lip-gloss with a soft white glittery eye shadow and just enough light pink blush that made her face glow.
She had glided down the staircase, her steps were soft and they only made a slight noise when she reached the bottom of the elegant staircase. Surrounded by a crowd of men she glanced around the room until her gaze rested upon me. The crowd of men was not as oblivious as I believed. They had followed her gaze and when they spotted me, they glared at me with narrowed eyes thinking their glares were threatening. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
She gave me an apologetic smile; I kept my emotionless façade and turned my eyes towards my little brother who was stuffing his face with sweets. As graceful as a human could be, she snaked her way out of the crowd and glided towards me. Watching her walking towards me, she seemed so irresistible that I took a step backwards to put some distance between us.
What was I doing, acting like a coward? Nobody could faze me especially this beautiful angelic- okay that's it! How could she affect me so bad? Was she even human?
"Would like to dance?" She asked when she stopped in front of me. I could see by the way that her shoulders were tense; her eyes were looking darting around the room, avoiding my gaze, how she fiddled her fingers to circle each other in endless circles. It was as if she already knew my answer. I also concluded she was prepared herself for the answer to be a harsh no but something about this woman had intrigued me and I wondered if she was really worth my time.
"Hn." I grunted. She looked shocked for a moment, surprised at the fact that I replied something that resembled the word yes. Her eyes brightened as she grabbed my hand with her slender one and led me to the dance floor with a tiny bounce in her step.
She had to have known that I generally I hated being the center of attention because when we stopped we were on one of the far corners on the dance floor. I felt numerous men mustering their most threatening glaring at me. I almost chuckled aloud at their pitiful attempts.
They dirty looks disappeared however when she turned those mysterious sapphire orbs to gaze at the group. They all quickly looked away and returned to finishing their business before she came.
She placed her right hand on my right shoulder and her left hand on my other shoulder. At that moment all I wanted to say was I hated this position and wanted to get far away from her as soon as possible. That's what I wanted to say. But the way she fitted so perfectly on my body, like a puzzle piece, the feeling of her clothed skin against the fabric of my suit, it felt right. Too right. Before I had even realized it my hands had their own mind and snaked there way around her slim waist.
I had seen it again, that pure look of shock, her eyes had donned an almost mischievous look in those sparkling ocean eyes. It almost scared me. Almost. I watched her as she lowered her head so that it rested between the crook of my shoulder and my neck. I sighed before I glanced and noticed something was odd. The Christmas tree seemed so much closer then the last time I had remembered. I watched as our feet lead us around the Christmas tree in a circle.
We were in the middle of the dance floor. I had no clue as to when we had gotten there. I looked around for any other couple to see that we weren't alone but my Lady Luck was apparently against me because we were the only ones on the dance floor. I moaned. It almost made me glad that my business partner was not here to see this. He would have never let me live this one down.
It's official. This woman wasn't human at all. She was a demon.
No one had joined us on the dance floor. It seemed that even if they saw it before their eyes they still couldn't believe that I was dancing, with a woman none the less. It seemed that a rumor I was gay and secretly in love with the King of Games. I had always brushed it off, saying that people were unhappy with their lives and had way to much free time to be destroying mine. But I couldn't ignore this. One reason was because her head on my chest and the other was because the cameras were either filming or snapping rapidly with bright flashes of blinding lights.
I decided to study the girl's delicate features than glaring at the annoying flashing cameras. There was something so familiar about this girl. Like I knew her from somewhere. White wasn't particularly a common hair color.
I wasn't given the time I wanted to ponder these thoughts when she suddenly lifted her head and gently pried herself out of my loose embrace. Carefully she bent her legs in a curtsy as she bowed her head down.
"Thank you, Mr. Kaiba." She lifted her head up so I was looking straight into those honest sapphire eyes.
"It's Seto." I told her, her eyes clouded with confusion. "My name is Seto." Suddenly she smiled so sweetly. What was wrong with women this day and age?
I stared up at Seto with a confused look. He seemed to understand because he clarified for me.
"My name is Seto." I watched as he took a step backwards away as if he was ashamed. He looked so cute like that. With his hair disheveled and his bangs hung over his eyes, it made his icy blue eyes all more mysterious and I could see why women obsessed over him. I smiled.
This time he stared at me with those eyes and behind them I could see it, the tiny flicker of surprise. I guess no one had ever smiled at him. I glanced over at his little brother. Okay maybe there was an exception or two.
If anyone else was in this position, I think that person would be scared of Mr. Kaiba. I mean Seto. Somehow though I wasn't scared. I felt this urge, this wanting to see past those cold, distant eyes and see the true Mr. Kaiba. I wanted to see the soul that lay beyond the cold steel wall. I couldn't help but think that beyond those blue eyes was loneliness. As if Mr. Ka--, it was going to take me a while to get used to Seto, just wanted to be understood by people or maybe even loved.
Then again this was the great Seto Kaiba and it could have all been in my imagination.
"What's your name?" He truly sounded interested to know my name. I wonder if this was the first time he had ever felt that way.
"Kisara." I replied. Out of social conduct, Mr. Kaiba took my hand and gently kissed the back of it. His lips, unlike his attitude, were warm and sent pleasurable shivers down my back. I could tell that Seto was inexperienced to this nice gesture because his spine was perfectly straight; his lips were tightly pressed against in a firm line.
"Have a good night." He said as he stiffly stood up to his amazing height of six something. That was his goodnight before he sauntered his way back to his little brother. As I watched him leave I noticed how broad his shoulders were. As if he was holding the world on those broad shoulders, accumulating more and more burdens as he continued to live.
I glanced around the room I saw as the other men watched Seto with narrowed eyes but I ignored them. They weren't worth my time and they had their own partners.
"You have a safe night too." I yelled back. I don't think he heard me, for he started heading towards the door while talking, more like arguing, with his little brother. I could see his brother was teasing him. Now that was something I don't think anyone expected.
New Author's Note: I am officially revising this story. After I am done revising this story, I am going to start revising "Do You Love Me" and then I am going to start updating new chapters.
Revision Date: 2/6/10