Seashells
By chunky-hunky-funky-munky-lady
Chapter one
The Girl on the Beach
A/N Well here it is, my first complete solo story. I hope you all enjoy, and remember to review at the end. Well here we go. Oh, btw, I will be switching p.o.v's in this fic but it will say whose point of view it is whenever it changes.
Seto p.o.v
"Big brother, big brother there's a lady on the beach!" I sigh and then smile at my brother's enthusiasm.
"Really, Mokuba?"
"Yes, and she's unconscious" he informs me. Well why didn't he say so before, I think irritatedly, as he leads me down the down the hall, down the stairs, and onto the beach.
I can't spot the girl at first, but then I see a girl with golden hair lying face down in the shallows. Seashells, I think distractedly, there are seashells in her hair. In fact, they are in a clump of braids that rest down the side of her face. She rolls over, and the tide draws back at the same time. I have the decency to blush when I realise that seashells are the only things she's wearing.
"Come on big brother, she could be hurt" Mokuba tugs on my arm and we hurry toward her. The waves are wetting my pants but I don't care. I'm too busy staring at the girl. She's absolutely gorgeous. Golden hair flows around a porcelain skinned face with ruby red lips, slightly parted to let air in.
As if sensing us her eyelids flutter open. I gasp. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-green colour, matching the ocean that surrounds her. She attempts to sit up and I crouch down quickly to help her. I slip off my shirt and offer it to her. She accepts it gratefully and slides it on. She is quite a petite girl, so the shirt covers quite a bit. Pity.wait, I did not just think that. I help her to her feet, and we head toward the beach house.
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When we reach the house, I help her up the front stairs. She seems to have trouble walking, but that might be because she was in the ocean for so long. I wonder what she thought she was doing. Silly girl. Probably showing off and got herself knocked out. However, as I leave her in the spare bedroom, I can't help think 'what about the seashells?'
*************
A few hours later there is the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway to the kitchen. She must be awake, I decide. When she enters the kitchen, I don't look up. "I'm sorry" she says quietly "I still haven't quite mastered walking". She stumbles to a chair and I hear her sit down. For awhile there is silence then I decide to ask, "who are you?" She looks up at me, confused "what do you mean?" she asks. Okay, I never been a patient person, and now I'm frustrated "you know name, age, date of birth, the usual!"
"Oh" she says, and then, almost so quietly I don't catch it "I don't know".
I turn to her in disbelief "You don't?"
She shakes her head "I don't remember a thing"
I sigh. This girl is hopeless. I go to leave the room when she whispers "wait, there is one thing I remember"
Finally, the hamster lives, I think, "what do you remember?"
"My name. It's Keisha"
"Keisha" he repeats.
Keisha p.o.v
"Keisha" he repeats. I love the way he says my name. Like a caress on a cold winter's night, like the wind rustling in the trees. Like- wait I'm here to hide. I must not fall in love; I must not fall in love. However, I have a question too.
"What's your name?" I ask. He seems surprised at my question. "What dumbass" I snap " I do speak, you know".
He smiles at that "it's Seto. Seto Kaiba"
Hmmm, Seahorse, I like it.
***************
I leave the kitchen shortly after, to find the younger boy standing outside.
"Eavesdropping, huh?". He jumps about five feet in the air. "No" he says quickly. I laugh "don't worry, I used to do it too"
"I wasn't eavesdropping" he insists. I shrug 'have it your way then. Anyway, two things, one, is there a bathroom around here somewhere, and two, what's your name?"
The boy smiles at me. "there's a bathroom just down the hall. And I'm Mokuba, Seto's my big brother" he sounds exceptionally proud of this fact, though I can't see why it was necessary to even mention it at all. I've been watching them for awhile now, and no boy is more devoted to another, unless they are lovers, and Seto doesn't seem the type to go for people who are the length of his leg.
Mokuba leads me down the hall to the bathroom. He opens the door and gestures to a cabinet on the wall " towels and soap are in there, and by the way, what's your name?" I smile "it's Keisha". He nods then leaves me alone. I lock the door and start a shower.
***************
Seto p.o.v
I stand on the upstairs balcony, shifting restlessly. 'Where is she' I wonder. As if she hears my thoughts, I see her step onto the balcony below.
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. She's wearing nothing but a towel!
After awhile, as if sensing my gaze, she glances up at me. I duck back inside, and head down the stairs.
************
Keisha p.o.v
He's looking at me; he's looking at me! I glance up at him slowly, trying to look innocent. He stares at me for a few seconds before disappearing inside.
A few minutes later he appears again this time at the other end of my balcony. I tiptoe over to him, and wrap my arms around his waist. He jumps about three feet into the air. "Have you ever tried high jump?" I ask him. He shivers and I'm not sure whether it's from me or the fact that the air is chilly. I decide to get straight down to business "I actually came over here to ask if there were any clothes I could borrow. It's kind of uncomfortable walking around in a towel or your shirt". For some reason, he blushes "well?" I ask, as he seems to have forgotten my question. "I'll see what I can find" he tells me, his voice oddly husky. I release him, and watch him walk inside. At the last minute, he turns "you'd better wait in your room. I wouldn't want you-you wouldn't want to catch cold"
**************
About fifteen minutes later he comes to my room, carrying some clothes. "Here" he says, shoving them into my hands "this is all I could find". I sort through the pile of clothes. There is a white bikini, a blue bikini, a pair of slacks, black ones, a shirt, also black, and a grass green silk pajama shirt. I smile "silk, huh?" He blushes slightly then says, "well I'll leave you to get ready for bed, then". He leaves, and I shut the door behind him and quickly change in to the white bikini and green pajama shirt. Then I quietly open the door and watch him walk silently down the hall to the stairs.
"Sweet dreams, my Seahorse" I whisper.
A/N well, there you go. One chapter of Seashells. Did ya love it, hate it? Review and tell me. I would like at least three reviews before I update this thing so review people.
By chunky-hunky-funky-munky-lady
Chapter one
The Girl on the Beach
A/N Well here it is, my first complete solo story. I hope you all enjoy, and remember to review at the end. Well here we go. Oh, btw, I will be switching p.o.v's in this fic but it will say whose point of view it is whenever it changes.
Seto p.o.v
"Big brother, big brother there's a lady on the beach!" I sigh and then smile at my brother's enthusiasm.
"Really, Mokuba?"
"Yes, and she's unconscious" he informs me. Well why didn't he say so before, I think irritatedly, as he leads me down the down the hall, down the stairs, and onto the beach.
I can't spot the girl at first, but then I see a girl with golden hair lying face down in the shallows. Seashells, I think distractedly, there are seashells in her hair. In fact, they are in a clump of braids that rest down the side of her face. She rolls over, and the tide draws back at the same time. I have the decency to blush when I realise that seashells are the only things she's wearing.
"Come on big brother, she could be hurt" Mokuba tugs on my arm and we hurry toward her. The waves are wetting my pants but I don't care. I'm too busy staring at the girl. She's absolutely gorgeous. Golden hair flows around a porcelain skinned face with ruby red lips, slightly parted to let air in.
As if sensing us her eyelids flutter open. I gasp. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-green colour, matching the ocean that surrounds her. She attempts to sit up and I crouch down quickly to help her. I slip off my shirt and offer it to her. She accepts it gratefully and slides it on. She is quite a petite girl, so the shirt covers quite a bit. Pity.wait, I did not just think that. I help her to her feet, and we head toward the beach house.
**************
When we reach the house, I help her up the front stairs. She seems to have trouble walking, but that might be because she was in the ocean for so long. I wonder what she thought she was doing. Silly girl. Probably showing off and got herself knocked out. However, as I leave her in the spare bedroom, I can't help think 'what about the seashells?'
*************
A few hours later there is the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway to the kitchen. She must be awake, I decide. When she enters the kitchen, I don't look up. "I'm sorry" she says quietly "I still haven't quite mastered walking". She stumbles to a chair and I hear her sit down. For awhile there is silence then I decide to ask, "who are you?" She looks up at me, confused "what do you mean?" she asks. Okay, I never been a patient person, and now I'm frustrated "you know name, age, date of birth, the usual!"
"Oh" she says, and then, almost so quietly I don't catch it "I don't know".
I turn to her in disbelief "You don't?"
She shakes her head "I don't remember a thing"
I sigh. This girl is hopeless. I go to leave the room when she whispers "wait, there is one thing I remember"
Finally, the hamster lives, I think, "what do you remember?"
"My name. It's Keisha"
"Keisha" he repeats.
Keisha p.o.v
"Keisha" he repeats. I love the way he says my name. Like a caress on a cold winter's night, like the wind rustling in the trees. Like- wait I'm here to hide. I must not fall in love; I must not fall in love. However, I have a question too.
"What's your name?" I ask. He seems surprised at my question. "What dumbass" I snap " I do speak, you know".
He smiles at that "it's Seto. Seto Kaiba"
Hmmm, Seahorse, I like it.
***************
I leave the kitchen shortly after, to find the younger boy standing outside.
"Eavesdropping, huh?". He jumps about five feet in the air. "No" he says quickly. I laugh "don't worry, I used to do it too"
"I wasn't eavesdropping" he insists. I shrug 'have it your way then. Anyway, two things, one, is there a bathroom around here somewhere, and two, what's your name?"
The boy smiles at me. "there's a bathroom just down the hall. And I'm Mokuba, Seto's my big brother" he sounds exceptionally proud of this fact, though I can't see why it was necessary to even mention it at all. I've been watching them for awhile now, and no boy is more devoted to another, unless they are lovers, and Seto doesn't seem the type to go for people who are the length of his leg.
Mokuba leads me down the hall to the bathroom. He opens the door and gestures to a cabinet on the wall " towels and soap are in there, and by the way, what's your name?" I smile "it's Keisha". He nods then leaves me alone. I lock the door and start a shower.
***************
Seto p.o.v
I stand on the upstairs balcony, shifting restlessly. 'Where is she' I wonder. As if she hears my thoughts, I see her step onto the balcony below.
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. She's wearing nothing but a towel!
After awhile, as if sensing my gaze, she glances up at me. I duck back inside, and head down the stairs.
************
Keisha p.o.v
He's looking at me; he's looking at me! I glance up at him slowly, trying to look innocent. He stares at me for a few seconds before disappearing inside.
A few minutes later he appears again this time at the other end of my balcony. I tiptoe over to him, and wrap my arms around his waist. He jumps about three feet into the air. "Have you ever tried high jump?" I ask him. He shivers and I'm not sure whether it's from me or the fact that the air is chilly. I decide to get straight down to business "I actually came over here to ask if there were any clothes I could borrow. It's kind of uncomfortable walking around in a towel or your shirt". For some reason, he blushes "well?" I ask, as he seems to have forgotten my question. "I'll see what I can find" he tells me, his voice oddly husky. I release him, and watch him walk inside. At the last minute, he turns "you'd better wait in your room. I wouldn't want you-you wouldn't want to catch cold"
**************
About fifteen minutes later he comes to my room, carrying some clothes. "Here" he says, shoving them into my hands "this is all I could find". I sort through the pile of clothes. There is a white bikini, a blue bikini, a pair of slacks, black ones, a shirt, also black, and a grass green silk pajama shirt. I smile "silk, huh?" He blushes slightly then says, "well I'll leave you to get ready for bed, then". He leaves, and I shut the door behind him and quickly change in to the white bikini and green pajama shirt. Then I quietly open the door and watch him walk silently down the hall to the stairs.
"Sweet dreams, my Seahorse" I whisper.
A/N well, there you go. One chapter of Seashells. Did ya love it, hate it? Review and tell me. I would like at least three reviews before I update this thing so review people.