Hey there readers!
Miss me much? I hope so. Sorry I just kind of, you know, disappeared there for a while. I was seriously lacking inspiration and the will to write, but now I'm back, and I'm going to try my hand again at a couple fics I started and just sort of abandoned, like A Cinderella Story and Cruel Intentions.
Anyways, please enjoy!
CRUEL INTENTIONS:
In the game of seduction, there is only one rule. Never fall in love.
Chapter One
Domino City
Dr. Wheeler's Office
11:32 a.m.
Natasha Wheeler frowned as she wrote notes onto a writing pad using a black and silver coated pen. Behind her, lining the bookshelves, were books on Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung and many other well known psychiatrists of the past. The window on her left side, which showed a wonderful view of the busy Domino City, in which she lived with her daughter and husband, was letting in the heat of the sun, warming the office.
She brushed her brown hair out her face and raised her brown eyes to the man sitting across from her, wearing an-ever cocky smirk. His right leg was crossed over his left and his right arm was resting on the arm of the chair, propped up. His head rested in the palm of his right hand.
"Jesus," Natasha replied, more to herself than the patient. "We've been at this for six months."
She lowered her head as she continued to write a few more notes, almost in irritation.
"I know." came the ever cocky reply from her patient, local womanizing rich boy, Seto Kaiba. His cobalt blue eyes danced with excitement and amusement.
Natasha looked up again, a slight frown on her face. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the six foot man. "And you haven't made an ounce of progress."
"I know." Seto replied casually as he pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it when Natasha cut him off.
"There's no smoking in my office." came the sharp and rather blunt reply.
Seto sneered at the woman across from him, but shrugged and put the pack and the lighter away into his coat pocket. Taking the cigarette that he had pulled out, he ran his long fingers along the length of it with a smirk, watching his mentor.
Natasha finished writing on the pad and looked up before shaking her head. Seto leaned forwards, uncrossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees. He hunched his body over, and quirked a brow at Natasha.
"What do you want me to say? That I'm supposed to feel remorse because I act the way I do?" Seto waited for a reply before shaking his own head, the brown bangs waving and falling into his eyes before he sat back, pressing his back into the chair. "The truth is I don't."
Natasha, once again, shook her head. Her curly brown hair swayed slightly as she pulled out the pad of paper again and continued to make notes.
"Look." Seto started, irritated that she was merely shaking her head. "I'm not like all the other kids in high school. I don't care about book reports and extra credit. Teachers are idiots anyway."
He waved his hand absentmindedly and continued. "The only challenge out there for me is women. You see a girl you like. You pursue them. You conquer them. You move on."
He grinned, eyes shimmering. "It's exciting."
"But you said you have the worst reputation." Natasha pointed out, her own thin smile crossing her face.
"I do." Seto confirmed, watching the older woman with his blue eyes.
"Don't you want to change that?" Natasha questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"Let me tell you something doctor." Seto stated, his tone quickly losing warmth. He pointed his finger at her. "Chicks love a guy with a bad rap. They say they don't, but they don't mean it. They all think that they're the ones that are going to "save me."" Seto paused for a moment, using air quotes on the last two words of his sentence. He continued. "The trick is to let them think it's true."
Natasha paused for a moment, almost seeming to think before answering. "I think that's all the time we have for today."
Seto paused for a second, watching his mentor. "Same time next week?"
Natasha stood up, tossing the note pad onto her desk top. "No. This is going to be our last session."
"Why?" Seto questioned, quirking a brow. "I like spending time with you."
He smirked. "You know, you're quite attractive for a woman your age. You have killer legs. Killer."
"This isn't a joke!" Natasha snapped, frowning at her patient. "Your parents spend a lot of money to send you here. I'm trying to help you."
"Don't be insecure, Doc. You're a big help." Seto replied, assuring the older woman.
Seto walked behind Natasha and selected a rather large book on Sigmund Freud. He held it up for Natasha to see. "He was a coke addict you know."
"You think you can come in here with that cute little smirk of yours and try and flirt with me?" Natasha sighed. "It doesn't work Seto."
"It works a little."
"No, it doesn't." Natasha shot back in reply. "I see right through you."
Seto nodded slightly, raising a thin brown eyebrow. "You do?"
"I hope for your sake you grow out of this immature phase. It's going to get you into trouble."
"Well," Seto sneered for a moment. "You don't have to get nasty about it."
Seto approached Natasha's desk and picked up a wooden picture frame. Inside was a some-what plain looking girl with shoulder length brown hair and big brown eyes. Natasha noticed.
"My daughter, Serenity."
Seto smirked and licked his lips. "Yummy."
Natasha reached over and snatched the frame from his hands. "Don't even think about it. Serenity is an exceptionally well rounded woman who happens to be attending Princeton this fall. She's way too smart to fall for your line of bull."
"Really?" Seto licked his lips again. "Care to make a wager on that?"
Natasha locked her eyes with Seto's. "Good luck, Seto."
"What?" Seto teased. "Nervous I'm going to win?"
In a cold tone, Natasha asked, "Would you please leave?"
Seto nodded and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses, posing for a minute with a smirk. He flicked the collar of his coat and spun around once before leaving.
Natasha sighed, watching the man leave. "Asshole."
Natasha paced for a minute or two before walking over to her desk and opening up a drawer. She ruffled through papers and pens until she found a pack of cigarettes. Pulling them out, she ruffled around for a lighter and pulled that out too. She lit up a cigarette and smoked it for a moment while looking at the picture of her daughter.
Reaching over to the phone on her desk, she hit the speaker phone button and dialed.
She heard the phone pick up a moment later.
"Serenity, it's mom." Natasha greeted.
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Serenity held the phone, sitting on her bed, crying. She held the phone to her ear as her laptop sat on the bed in front of her.
"Hi mom." She sobbed into the phone.
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Natasha blinked. "Honey? Is something wrong?"
She could hear her daughter sob into the phone for a moment before replying.
"He told me he loved me…" Serenity cried. "And I believed him."
"Who told you?"
"You don't know him. I'm so stupid." Serenity sobbed.
As Serenity continued to cry, Natasha tried to sooth her daughter. "Alright honey. Just calm down and take a deep breath, and step out of the circle."
"Would you cut the psycho babble bullshit, mom?" Serenity snapped. "There's pictures of me on the internet!"
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Serenity glared at the site on the computer, which sat in front of her. Underneath a caption which read, "Ivy League Bound!" was a picture of a nude Serenity, tied to the bed, smiling with only Ivy League banners covering her breasts and privates.
"What kind of pictures?" Serenity could hear her mother ask.
"Nudie pictures!" Serenity screeched. "What do you think!"
"Jesus Christ. How could you be so stupid?" Natasha snapped back through the phone.
Serenity continued to cry, her body racking with sobs. "I don't know! He was just so charming. All he did was talk about how I had killer legs and how he wanted to photograph them. Things just got out of hand from there."
Serenity heard a loud thud and assumed the phone had been dropped. "Mom? Are you there?"
No answer was given so Serenity called again. "Mom?"
Still not getting an answer, Serenity screamed into the phone. "Mother!"
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Natasha raced out of her office and spotted her client standing in front of the elevator, waiting. She growled and Seto turned around to face her.
"You son of a bitch!" She yelled, hurrying towards the elevator, shoving people out of her way.
Seto watched for a moment before turning back to the elevator, which had arrived and stepped inside. He turned once again to Natasha and waved happily, blowing her a kiss as the elevator doors closed.
Natasha growled and screamed, "You're gonna pay for this you little shit! You hear me!"
Nearby, a dentist poked his head outside to see what all the commotion was about. Natasha turned to him with a cold look.
"Screw off, Harold."
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Later that day, Seto pulled up to the Kaiba Townhouse, his house. Although it was considered to be a townhouse, it was more like a mansion.
A meter maid looked up as Seto parked into a red zone and stopped writing a ticket for another car. She walked over to him and frowned.
"You can't park there."
Seto stepped out of his car and sneered at the meter maid. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, shoving them into the breast pocket on her uniform. He turned and walked into the townhouse whistling happily, his hands shoved into his coat pockets.
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A loud thwack was heard as the head of a fish was cut off. More grotesque sounds were heard as the headless fish was ripped into numerous two pieces. Minutes later, the pieces of fish were rolled into rice balls and placed on a tray.
The cook looked up to Rishid, an Egyptian servant, and handed him the tray. He smiled and left the kitchen, walking through the halls until he reached what his employers liked to call the drawing room, a room where there were many pieces of art and paintings.
He entered quietly and walked over to a tall, blonde female with violet eyes who wore a forced grin. He could see the woman was listening intently to another woman who sat across from her.
The woman who was sitting across from the blonde woman was much older, about forty something with short brown hair and soft brown eyes. Sitting beside this woman was a much younger woman, presumably her daughter.
Her daughter was dressed in a black mini skirt and a white t-shirt with a picture of a koala bear on it. Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail with two strands of hair framing her face. Her soft dark eyes danced with excitement as her mother talked.
"I can't tell you how happy we are that Ishizu is going to attend Domino High with you this fall. You've always been an inspiration to me on raising her. We just hope she can rise to the standards which you've set for her." The woman explained, smiling at the blonde woman.
Mai Valentine shook her blonde mane out slightly and with a warm, forced smile, she replied, "I'll do my best."
Rishid placed the tray of sushi in front of Mai and the guests on the coffee table and then poured some soy sauce into a spare dish that he had brought along.
Mai turned to Rishid and smiled. In Egyptian, she replied, "Thank you Rishid. That will be all."
Rishid smiled and bowed slightly before turning and leaving, his ponytail of dark hair swaying slightly.
"What was that?" Ishizu asked, blinking at the unfamiliar tongue.
Turning to Ishizu, Mai nodded, closing her eyes for a brief second. "I was thanking him. Egyptian is such a beautiful language."
Ishizu's mother turned to Ishizu with a smile. "Mai is a straight A student at Domino High as well as being President of the French Club. Listen to whatever she has to say and you'll go far."
In French, Mai replied, "You're too kind."
"How do you do it?" Ishizu's mother inquired. "I mean, with all the peer pressuring going on in high school, where do you get your strength?"
Mai smiled and pulled out a dark blue crucifix with patterns of silver here and there and held it up for her guests to see. "I know this sounds corny, but whenever I feel temptations of peer pressure, I turn to God and he helps me through the problem. Call me old-fashioned, but it works."
Ishizu's mother dotted at her eyes with a white handkerchief. "That's beautiful."
"What are the boys like?" Ishizu piped up. Her mother turned to her.
"Ishizu, is that the best you can do?" Her mother inquired before turning to Mai. "You must forgive her, Mai. She's never been in a co-educational atmosphere before."
Mai waved her hand absentmindedly. "Don't worry, it's totally understandable. Most of the boys that matriculate at Domino High are very upstanding gentleman, however there are the occasional bad apples."
"Like your step-brother, Seto." Ishizu's mother nodded, quirking a brow. "I can't believe they didn't expel him after what he did to the school nurse."
"I hear she's recovering quite well," a voice cut in as the said man entered the drawing room, still wearing his smirk.
The three women turned to watch Seto walk in, over to Mai and stand behind her chair.
"Nice to see you again Ms. Ishtar." Seto greeted, feigning politeness.
Ms. Ishtar nodded her head curtly. "You remember my daughter, Ishizu."
"My," Seto eyed the shirt Ishizu was wearing. "What an adorable shirt you're wearing."
Ishizu smiled and tugged at it, looking down to see it. "My brother just took me on a trip to Australia."
"How are things down under?" Seto inquired. "Blossoming I hope."
He bent down slightly to see between Ishizu's legs and licked his lips. Mai, noticing her perverted step-brother's actions, shoved her Seto roughly to the side, as Ms. Ishtar frowned her disappointment.
In a cold voice, directed at Seto, Ms. Ishtar explained, "Ishizu's attending Domino High in the fall."
"Outstanding!" Seto explained, his blue eyes dancing with excitement, throwing his arms up into the air in celebration.
"What year are you in?" Ishizu asked politely, smiling at Seto, who returned her smile.
"I'm what you would call a fifth year senior."
"But I thought high school is only four years." Ishizu blinked, confused.
"It is, unless you're a screw up like myself." Setoreplied, winking at the young girl.
Ishizu blushed lightly as her mother intervened.
"I think we'll be going now." Turning to Mai, she continued. "Thank you for all your help."
Mai nodded and stood up, approaching the two women. She shook their hands and then turned toIshizu. "I'll call you later and we'll get together and plan your curriculum."
Ishizu smiled and nodded. "Thanks."
She turned to Seto with a light blush. "Nice meeting you."
Seto wiggled his eyebrows up and down jokingly, his dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He peered over the top of the glasses and grinned before blowing the Ishtars' a kiss. "Ciao."
"Let's go Ishizu. Now!" Ms. Ishtar snapped, taking her daughter by the wrist.
Both mother and daughter were led to the front door by Mai. Mai closed the door and walked back into the drawing room. Seto, who had poured himself a glass of vodka and was now sipping it, raised his eyebrows at Mai.
"Do you care to tell me what Ms. Tan-trash and her stupid daughter are doing in my house?"
Mai rolled her eyes. "I'm just taking the poor girl under my wing."
Mai plopped down on the couch and unscrewed the top of her crucifix. She pulled the top to reveal a small spoon with coke in chunks resting within the depression.
"The parental units called while you were out." Mai explained, not really paying attention to her step-brother.
"Lovely." Seto replied with a bored tone, showing he didn't really care. "How is your gold-digging whore of a mother enjoying Hawaii? Zipping through my inheritance per usual?"
"Hopefully, though she suspects your decrepit alcoholic father is diddling the maids." Mai replied, a cocky smirk on her face.
Mai lifted the small spoon filled with coke up to her nose and snorted it up. She sighed and rubbed her nose lightly. Raising her violet eyes to Seto, she quirked a brow.
"What's wrong with you today?" A mock-pout crossed her face. "Therapy not going well?"
"It was fine." Seto responded. He started to pace around the living room. "I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid Japanese women."
He walked over to a nude female statue and studied it, running his hand over the statue's breasts. "Nothing shocks them anymore. I'm beginning to feel like I'm losing my touch."
Mai, who was currently fiddling around with the coke-crucifix, pouted. "Aww, poor baby. Well, you can relax."
She turned around on the couch to face her step-brother. She smirked. "I have a mission for you."
Seto raised a brow. "What?"
"You know Yugi Motou, grandson of Solomon Motou?"
Seto thought for a moment before nodding. "You mean the short guy who dumped you over the Fourth of July weekend?"
Mai growled and picked up a piece of sushi, whipping it at Seto, who caught it. "He didn't dump me. We had a parting of the ways."
Seto watched Mai, staring her down, waiting for her to say it. Mai sighed after a moment. "Alright, he dumped me."
Seto smiled happily and then ate the piece of sushi. Mai continued.
"I went to great lengths to please Yugi. Huge sacrifices were made on my part to keep him happy."
"Swallow?"
Mai scowled. "What do you think?"
"Sorry."
"In any event, my feelings were hurt when I learned that he had fallen for someone else. Someone chaste…pure…innocent."
"You don't mean –" Seto started off, but Mai cut him off.
"None other than Ishizu Ishtar." Mai scowled at the name.
Seto laughed hard, hunching over onto the piano top and burying his face into his arms while Mai pouted.
"I don't find this very funny."
"So that's what all this is about?" Seto grinned, standing up straight after a moment. His cheeks were slightly pink from the laughter and mimicked the female. "We'll get together and plan your curriculum."
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Mai reminded him. "When I get through with her, she'll be the premier Blow Job Queen of the Tri-State area and poor little Yugi's heart will be shattered."
Seto shook his head. "Why go through Ishizu? Why not just attack Yugi?"
"Because," Mai sighed in frustration. "If there's an attack made on Yugi, it could be traced back to me. I can't allow that to happen."
She pointed at Seto, and continued. "Everybody loves me and I intend to keep it that way."
Seto nodded. "I see your point."
He began to pace and continued. "Though why should I care?"
He turned to Mai, who was ready to answer. She pressed herself back into the lush pillows resting on the couch, raising her eyebrows up at Seto and smiled slightly. "I need you to seduce our young Ishizu. Introduce her to your world of corruption and sin."
Seto smirked. "Sounds intriguing."
"She's quite cute, you know. Young supple breasts, a tight firm ass and an uncharted pootie." Mai pointed out as she lifted a manicured hand and rubbed her chest lightly. Seto watched Mai rub herself. He licked his lips lightly.
Mai didn't notice Seto's reaction and continued to explain her plan. "Be her Captain Picard, Kaiba. Boldly go where no man has gone before."
Seto walked over to Mai and placed his hand over Mai's as she continued to rub her chest. He thought for a moment, then answered, "I can't."
Mai frowned and threw his hands off of hers, sitting up and crossing her right leg over her left. "Why not?"
Seto grinned. "Oh come on, Mai. It's too easy."
For a moment, he mimicked Ishizu. ""But I thought high school was only four years.""
He began to pace again, picking up his sunglasses from the coffee table where he had tossed them earlier, and rested them on the bridge of his nose. "I mean, please! She knows nothing and she's seen nothing. I could have her under the table at Au Bar, sucking me off before the appetizer arrived."
He frowned at his step-sister. "Go get one of those moron friends of yours to do it. I have a reputation to uphold."
Mai grinned slightly. "Oh but diddling the therapist's daughter is a challenge?"
Seto waved his hand absentmindedly, not seeming to care. "That was just simple revenge."
He winked at Mai. "What I have planned requires sheer genius."
Walking over to a magazine rack, Seto bent down and picked up the latest issue of Seventeen, tossing it onto Mai's lap. She looked at it with disgust. "I'm not interested in the latest dating tips from Maxamillion Pegasus."
Seto frowned, rolling his eyes. "Shut up and turn to page sixty four."
Mai did as she was told and her eyes widened at the article in front of her.
Okay, how was that for a reposted first chapter? Not much changed in this chapter, just a couple of typos, a couple of additions and subtractions. But please let me know what you thought.