I thought this might be a good idea for a story. Review and tell me how you like it.
How unusual I am putting a romance involving a girl and Seto, instead of the usual Jounouchi. I'll see how it works out. Kisara is better than Shizuka, which makes me gag everytime I see a story with both their names in it. I revised this best I could, so don't mind any minor spelling errors. Lemons will come later on, as the plot develops. I plan to release at leave to chapters a month, maybe three. Anyways, enjoy Rioku's latest story!
Ties of Truth
Seto rubber his temples. "Out."
This was the third consecutive day of interviews. Few people he saw had the skill or the personality to be a marketing executive for Kaiba Corp's advertising branch. Most were sleazy women, or macho men, looking to make it big. After all, KC was one of the worlds top industries. Who wouldn't want to be part of it? Or at least that was what was going through Seto Kaiba's mind when he sat the next person to be interviewed down.
"Name?"
"Leslie Morrision." Said a preppy blonde, sitting in the chair across from the CEO.
"What makes you think you could succeed in this job, and how to you plan to contribute to Kaiba Corp?"
Leslie was twirling a piece of blonde hair between her fingers rather fast, "I just have a question. So, like, if I work here, does that mean I can travel? To, like, different countries?"
Kaiba stared blankly at the girl. "No, you will but shut up in a small office, doing mounds of paper work, seven days a week, twelve hours a day."
A look of utter shock crept across Leslie's face. "Oh my gosh, are you like, serious?"
"Very." Replied Kaiba, in a dull tone.
"I totally think I am like wrong for this job then." Said Leslie, getting up from her chair.
Kaiba rudely shut the door behind her without saying good-bye. At least she got straight to the point. Half the other people jabbered on for awhile, until they were asking about benefits and private jets.
Seto gathered his things, and left the small room. Another unsuccessful day. He looked outside, and saw that it was raining. The weather reflected his mood.
"Do you want me to do anything before you leave Mr. Kaiba?" Asked his secretary, Ashi before he left.
Kaiba waved his hand, meaning no, and headed out of the door with his umbrella in hand.
The few blocks to the parking garage across the street, were tedious steps to Kaiba. Cars zooming past, splashed water onto his pants, and people were not in the greatest of moods.
Instead of walking to the usual sport, where is very expensive sports car was parked, in one of the most exclusive garages, Kaiba decided to go to the coffee shop. He was wet, cold and miserable.
He closed his umbrella and walked in. It was a quaint little shop. Cans of coffee and tea were placed on shelves around the store, ones from every corner of the globe. Small tables with two or three chairs were around the shop and the smell of coffee and baked goods, was a welcoming scent.
Kaiba chose a spot near the back of the shop. He got enough funny looks on the street, and he did not need every person walking by the window, doing a double take to see who it was.
"Can I help you?"
Kaiba looked up to see a small girl, with short brown hair staring down at him. She was smiling warmly.
"Large double-double and a blueberry muffin."
The young woman looked a bit taken aback with the short order she was given. She scribbled the request down on her pad, and scuttled away.
He felt only a twinge of guilt, at being so fresh with the girl; after all, she was only doing her job. But Seto had a deepening headache, which spread to his neck, and down his back. He did not want to sit through another days worth of interviews.
He looked around the coffee shop. A few people were scattered in seats, some reading newspapers, and some just looking out windows.
A particular girl caught his eye. She was staring intently at him.
Kaiba's face grew a bit red, and he took a piece of paper out of his pocket, pretend to be reading something. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl tilt her head a bit, as if trying to catch Seto at a different angle. But when he looked up, she was bent over a magazine.
She had a soft face, with dark blue eyes. She was perhaps a few inches shorter than he was, except she was sitting, so Kaiba couldn't really make an estimate. Her most striking feature was her hair. Some could have called it silver, or white. Kaiba thought it looked very light blue.
She lifted her head, and their eyes met for an instant. Suddenly, Kaiba got the fleeting sensation, that he knew that girl. He didn't know how, as he had never seen her before, but something in his mind clicked, and he felt the urge to go and speak with her, ask her where he could possibly know her.
Kaiba was snapped to his senses, when a cup of coffee was placed infront of him, along with his muffin.
"Call if you want anything else, alright?"
The waiter walked away.
Seto looked up again, hoping to catch a glance at the young girl, but he was startled to find out, she was gone.
Kaiba continued life as normal. Interviews went on as usual, with not one person he was willing to hire under him.
The image of the young girl at the café did not leave his mind either, and he found himself sitting there more often, as if he was expecting to come across her again. If he did run into her again, he did not know what he would say to her. It was not like Kaiba to even be interested in women, but there was just something about that girl. Something, for the life of him, he could not put his finger on.
As luck was against him, he did not run into her a second time. And soon, she slipped to the very back of his mind.
So when he sat down for another day of tantalizing interviews, he did not expect the first person to be seated infront of him to look familiar, but that is what greeted him.
When she walked in the room, she was wearing a simple white dress. Her hair was down, and the slight breeze from the window behind Seto, ruffled it just so much, that she looked graceful. She took the breath out of his lungs. She gently sat down on the chair infront of Kaiba, and looked at him.
Her dark blue eyes caught him, and they stared at each other for just a moment. And then the idea came into his head, that he knew her from somewhere. But that was impossible, for he would know where he had seen someone like this, from somewhere…sometime.
"Name?" He asked, in a hoarse voice that was unlike his own.
"My name is Kisara sir." She replied politely, looking down into her hands.
Kaiba looked at her for a moment; "Do you have a last name?"
"If I do, I do not remember it, sir."
Kaiba was puzzled, how could someone be born without a last name?
"What makes you think you could succeed in this job, and how to you plan to contribute to Kaiba Corp?"
"I know how the world works." She said, glancing at him.
"…Can you elaborate that?" Kaiba asked softly.
Kisara pondered for a moment, "I understand people. I know what they think, and what they are like on the inside. We can all sense greed and anger, but I know how to look into someone's soul and see what they are like. The world is sometimes a cruel place to be, but it doesn't really have to be. That doesn't really matter though." She smiled, "I know what people want, and if you need a marketing executive, that is what counts."
Kaiba knew he was going to hire her the moment she stepped into the room. She was full of mystery, and wonder.
"You are hired," He said, looking her up and down.
She simply smiled and nodded.
Kaiba got up and shook her hand. "You start tomorrow."
"She looks kind of freaky." Said Melanie, Kaiba's personal assistant to Kaiba when she caught her first glimpse of Kisara.
Kaiba pinched her, and with a yelp, Melanie said no more.
"This is Melanie," Kaiba told Kisara, when he stepped into her office, "She will be showing you around Kaiba Corp."
Melanie faked a smile and shook her hand. Kisara did likewise.
"If you follow me, I can show you your office, and get you started."
Kisara followed Melanie out of the office, glancing at Seto before she left. They took the stairs, and somewhere on the seventh floor, they stopped.
"How many floors does this place have?" Kisara asked with interest.
"Dunno," replied Melanie, "I never bother to know that information." She ran her hands through her red hair.
"But how long have you been working here?" persisted Kisara.
"Three or four years?"
"What do you know?" Kisara asked Melanie bluntly.
Melanie turned around, offended, "Quite a lot actually," she said.
Kisara, who was not meaning to be rude in any sense, simply nodded.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Kisara spoke, "So…um…you know Mr. Kaiba pretty well?"
Melanie nodded, "Yea, we are close. You know," she said in a bragging tone, "He trusts me with a lot of confidential information. Stuff he wouldn't tell just anyone."
Kisara nodded again.
"Is that your natural hair colour?" said Melanie, again eyeing the tall girl beside her.
Kisara smiled and nodded, "Yea, it is. I know it is unusual, but I don't mind it."
"It is nice," Melanie lied.
They had reached the seventh floor door, and walked around several cubicles, before coming to a row of doors, obviously offices. Melanie unlocked a door, and ushered Kisara into the room. It had a window and a desk with a computer on it. Papers were scattered across a table in the corner, but other than that, things were neat and tidy.
"You can type up your papers there," Melanie pointed to the computer, "All written work can be piled into that box for someone to pick up," She pointed to the black box beside the desk.
"Is that it?" asked Kisara.
Melanie shrugged, "Call me if you need anything else." She headed out the door, to leave Kisara in her new office.
Kisara sat down on her leather chair, and rested her head on her office desk. The truth was, she knew nothing about being a Marketing Executive. She looked at the computer infront of her; She didn't even know how to use one. She knew who Kaiba was the moment she had seen him in the coffee shop. He was someone from her past she knew very well, and in her mind, Kaiba must have known who she was. And if he had forgot, she was determined to make him remember.
"I haven't gotten anything from her in three days. Everyone else has handed things in, I don't get it?" Kaiba looked accusingly at Melanie.
"Hey, I told her where everything was, and what she should get started on. It isn't my job to tell her exactly what to write, so this is so not my fault."
Kaiba shook his head. The whole point in hiring Kisara was to get the work he had had to do for the past month, by himself, done. And now, he hadn't even gotten a single file from her.
"Just send her up here before you go." Said Kaiba, who was starting to get a headache, "I'll see what is going on."
Melanie sighed, "Whatever you say, boss."
Kisara had shown up to work everyday. She was dressed appropriately, and didn't talk to many people. The problem was, she didn't know what she was here for. The first day, she had spent trying to figure out how to turn on the computer. After that was done, she had tried to figure out how to use it. And she was still working on that part on the third day. So when Melanie paged her to tell her she had a late night appointment with Seto Kaiba, she didn't have to guess what it was about. And when she showed up to his office that night, she didn't expect Kaiba to be happy.
"Is there…any problems? He asked her.
Kisara shook her head.
"Nothing technically wrong with the system you are using?"
Kisara shook her head again.
"I haven't gotten a single thing from you in three days. Is there any reason for it?"
Thoughts were pouring from Kisara's mind. Maybe she should just come out, and say she did not have a clue what she was doing, and the purpose she was here, was not to work for Kaiba.
"I…it's just…I'm not…"
Kaiba continued to look at Kisara, and the confused look that crossed her face.
"I am not that angry you know, it won't hurt to tell me what is wrong…" Kaiba was startled to see that the girl infront of him was crying. A few tears were slowly rolling down Kisara's cheeks, and Kaiba was lost to words as to why. Should he comfort her? Ask what was bothering her so?
"Kisara…I…"
She turned to look at him, shaking slightly.
"You don't even know who I am, do you?"
What kind of question was this? It was not as if Kaiba had met this girl before, despite the feeling he had. How was he supposed to know anything about her?
"You don't remember me at all?"
With nothing else to say, Kaiba shook his head.
She moved closer to him, Kaiba got up so she was at his eye level and she looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
With nothing more to say, Kaiba stated, "If you are not going to work for me, I am going to have to fire you. I hired you on the preset that you would do work for me. I apologize if this is not working out for you, but that is not my fault."
Kisara put her head down, and looked to the floor. "Five thousand years."
Kaiba said nothing.
"Oh Seth, you can't tell me you do not know who I am. I was with you for a very long time. And now that I can physically be here, you are pretending you don't remember me at all?"
Slight tinges of fear were beginning to grab hold of Seto. He was sure he would have remembered this girl, if she had been with him so long. And who was Seth?
"My name is Seto, not Seth, and I assure you, I do not remember who you are."
Kisara whipped the drying tears off her face, and stepped ever closer to Kaiba. "Your name is High Priest Seth. You once saved me five thousand years ago, from a terrible fate. And beyond that, we grew onto each other. And when I died, you told me you would never forget my face, and you promised Atem, you would protect-"
"Hold it right there," Said Kaiba, angered slightly, "Is this one of those Egyptian fairy tails Yuugi is always trying to brain wash me with? I bet he forced you into this or something. I want nothing to do with it! My name is Seto Kaiba, and I am president of Kaiba Corp! That is the only life I live. I wasn't alive five thousand years ago, and I have no relations to anything Egyptian. I wish you freaks would just leave me alone, I don't want to be apart of your sick games!"
"This is not a game Seth, You did exist five thousand years ago, and just because you have forgotten, doesn't mean we all have. And if you are not willing to remember your ancient past, I will just have to show you."
She took a hold of his hand roughly, and looked him deep in the eyes.
"I lost you once, I am not about to do it again."
Kaiba could feel his soul being pulled away from his body. He could not speak or move. He wanted her to let go of him; he did not want to leave. But the sands of time were building up again, and before he knew it, he opened his eyes in a new place.