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Feral Fetish
Chapter 1
Clawed
Letting out another puff of air Isis eyed the mass amounts of boxes all over the room. As the men continued to drop off the carts into the inventory room she leaned into the crates behind her with her clipboard in hand. Not only did her supervisor expect her to take inventory of the items which meant going through almost all of the international finds but it also meant categorizing them according to the extensive timeline she had spent the whole week creating. As more boxes were wheeled in Isis was grateful for the few interns moving around the room. Help always was a plus but since she was in charge she had more knowledge of the task at hand which meant only a fraction of how long things would take, was cut off.
"Isis?" Turning to the male voice she spotted her old friend.
"What a pleasure to see you Atem," Isis smiled moving over to the smaller male. A crate was in his hands and he gently set it down on top of another box.
"Good to see you too Isis; how is everything going?" The red eyes moved around the slowly crowding room and gave a sympathetic smile.
"Your eyes do not deceive you Pharaoh. I'm not too sure how I'll be able to finish everything before closing. I'll probably be here after hours, again." Frowning Isis looked over her clipboard.
"Hm, I'm guessing Kaiba has not been pleased with that?" Yami knew when certain shifts in Isis' moods had to do with her significant other. And judging by the anxious frown she was sporting he could tell the brunet wasn't too happy with her being a work-a-holic as much as he was.
"No, not at all."
Yami knew by that tone of voice the two had had a few heated debates regarding it. Thinking to himself he made a decision. "How about I handle things tonight Isis?"
Isis looked up from the clipboard with a surprised look, "Atem, I could never ask that of you."
"Thus why I am offering," He offered her a small smile to assuage her. "I could have Yugi and Grandpa help me as well. Grandpa has been very excited about the artifacts you all have been getting; he'd be more than happy to help."
Isis searched the eyes of Yami and found his sincerity endearing. She almost felt it would be offensive to decline. "Thank you Atem. I shall accept."
"Wonderful." Looking up at the clock on the wall Yami turned back to her, "I'll be back here at nine sharp with Aibou and Grandpa."
"Okay good. See you then." She waved him goodbye and went back to working.
After she finished her first page on the clipboard of paper work, took a glance over at the box Yami brought in. She took another look and wondered about the contents. Setting her clipboard aside she opened the lid and looked through the artifacts. It was mainly models in regards to the Pharaoh's protectors along with the Egyptians. A certain statue caught her eye and she gingerly lifted it from the box to get a better look. The cat was made from creamy-green malachite that had been dusted with crushed gold. The eyes were glass crafted to appear as white diamonds. It was posed in mid-step with a paw raised in anticipation for a foe. Even the features showed anger. It was interesting to say the least.
She went to put it away when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand. "Yasalam!" Isis set the piece away and looked down at the back of her hand. Four angry red marks were welling up with blood. The woman looked around the box to see what could have made the marks when she spotted the nails sticking out of the box-wall near the bottom. Though there were only three of them, she chopped up the final mark to the wood of the crate. She mumbled to one of the closer workers she'd be back and rushed to the bathroom.
She ran cold water over the wound multiple times but the bleeding continued. Isis grabbed some paper towels and wrapped them tightly around her hand. Within moments her blood had saturated the tightly wound material and began running off into the sink. By this time Isis was wondering if she needed stitches. She went to her office and found a towel sitting in her drawer. She used it to tightly wrap her hand before finding one of her supervisors to alert them she was going to the hospital. Isis exited the museum and tried to hail a taxi. Finally one stopped and she got in.
"Where to Miss?" The driver asked as he pulled back on the road.
Isis opened her mouth to speak but wasn't able to say hospital. She tried again but nothing came out. The driver looked in the mirror and asked once more. "Home…Kaiba Manor…" She forced out. Isis somehow heard the driver then mumble something about only Kaiba being able to date someone weird and wanted to retort but still couldn't find her voice. When they finally arrive she paid the man and quickly entered into the mansion.
She went upstairs to the bedroom and looked down at her hand. It wasn't bleeding as bad so she decided to forgo the stitches for now. Isis sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around the room feeling as if the colors of the room were bleeding off their respective pieces. She gripped her scull feeling it instantly begin to pound to the point she felt like he cranium would crack. As if it transmitted to her fingers her hands began to ache and visibly swell. Next her back began to radiate with a burning pain. Isis attempted to get up but swooned onto the bed and passed out.
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(Yes, this is a repost!)
Random idea put into motion; that's all I can say about that. The chapters will be fairly short along with the story. This little number is really a PWP (plot? what plot?) so if you don't care for those, I suggest you not to read. There's nothing spectacular-adventure wise that will come from this. Just some future strange fetish like sex. Lol.
And no, I am not forgetting about Obsidian's Pearl. Simply neglecting it for the moment. Ha.
Another for you Melshums! (hugglie wugglie)
Arabic Words:
Ya salam – My goodness
Still stands: If I don't get one measly review, no new chapter, however if I do get one measly review, new chapter.
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Well I'm Out.