I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!…unfortunately and I get nothing but my own enjoyment out of these stories. Ocs are mine and my sisters so please don't copy them and enjoy my story!!
More than Fate
Disorientated
Cirilia looked around after her body reassembled in a large, shadowy
room. A large four poster bed sat in the center, a large man, tall
and broad lay asleep in it. "Where
the hell am I?"
she asked herself inadvertently waking the sleeping man who jerked up
and reached for an odd shaped vase (it's a lamp but she doesn't know
that} and the room was flooded with light. Shielding her eyes she
made a startled sound which was echoed by a startled gasp. "What
the hell are you doing in her? Who the hell are you?!" the man
asked and confused by the words she tilled her head. It was another
language created years after her 'death' Lowering her arms she stared
at the man who was beat red, his eyes traveling the contorts of her
body. Which made her conscious of the fact that one, she was naked
and two it was cold. Searching his face she realized who it, he
was...Seth
she thought the name a soothing balm..."My
lord, you've seen my form before, why do you stare?"
she asked frowning.
Looking into those cool orange red eyes Seto
frowned, not only did he not understand her words, but the sight of
her nude form was more than arousing, his shaft already at half mast.
Across her chest was a tattoo or scar of a scorpion.
Suddenly
embarrassed, to be court staring he jerked the top sheet off his bed
and threw it at her. She court it with the cutest confused look on
her face that he felt something deep inside him melt, ease. The
restlessness he'd felt for the last month dispersing as confusion set
in, who was she, how had she gotten into his house and why was she
naked.
"Wrap it around your self," he said and when she tilted her
head and looked even more confused he figured she didn't speak or
understand Japanese. Sighing he climbed out of bed and walked around
to her, wearing only a pair of drawstring flannel pants. "Like
this," he said taking it, pulling her arms above her head, which
lifted her breasts, rip and full with peaches and cream nipples and
quickly wrapped the sheet around her form, "Arms down," he
said and she frowned. touching her shoulders lightly, the contact
sending a jolt through both of them and made the heavy neck lace
around his neck burn against his flesh.
"Morning Mokuba,"
Seto said as he lead Cirilia into the kitchen, three places already
set. He'd gotten his 'visitor' to wear a set of his school cloths,
since no one knew how she'd gotten into his room or who she was, he
was taking her to school with him while he tried to get some
information out of her. "Morning brother!" Mokuba said
turning to look at him, freezing at the sight of the red haired
beauty behind his brother. She was pale, her eyes huge as she took in
everything around her. "Seto who's she?" he asked when she
looked at him and gave a slight smile. "Sit," Seto said
holding out a seat for her. She frowned at him, her head tilting to
one side, cursing under his breath he grabbed her by the shoulders
and pushed her down in the seat. "Sit," he repeated and she
blinked up at him. Sighing heavily he moved and sat in his own seat
as he said to Mokuba "I have no clue, I was hoping you knew."
Frowning Mokuba asked "I don't know her. How did she get in
here?" Blinking Seto shook his head and looked at the woman
beside him as she looked at the spoon with a childlike fascination.
"I have no idea, I woke up last night to find her standing in
the middle of my room...naked," Seto said and Mokuba looked at
the girl who was now staring at them a frown between her brows and
flushed.
"Yeah," Seto agreed watching as she picked up
the remote on the table, looking at it confused.
The place
Cirilia was so strange, the cloths to long and a little too tight,
the things around bazaar. "What
is this?"
she asked looking at Seth, who frowned, sighing in irritation she
held up the small rod with little nubs poking out of it and titled
her head. "Con-troll-er" he said, drawing out the word,
"Con-troll-er," she repeated frowning even more. "Yes,"
he replied and she frowned even harder not understanding, so he
nodded. The universal language was body language. Grinning she said
"Yes," as she nodded her head and the small boy laughed at
her enthusiasm. "Controller," she repeated looking at the
piece. Looking at him she pointed to her self and said "Cirilia,"
her eyes hopeful. Frowning "Cirilia?" Seto asked and she
beamed at him "Yes yes,
my name is Cirilia"
she said. Mokuba beamed at her and said "Hi Cirilia I'm Mokuba!"
Tiliting her head she said "Mokuda?" which made him laugh
"NO, Mokuba!" "Mokuba!" she mimicked.
"Yes!"
Mokuba said nodding as she looked at Seto and pointed "Seth,"
she said with surety. "No," Seto replied shaking his head
when she titled her head "Seto, Seto Kaiba," he continued
drawing out his name so she could understand. It was like teaching a
child how to talk, time and patience, the latter not one of his best
things. "Seto," she said softly, a soft wonderment filling
her her orange eyes.
