A CEO Scorned...
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Sequel to 'A Charter Mage Scorned'. Kaiba gets back to the year 2007, and immediatly turns his attention away from magic, and back to his work, not quite realising just how great his responsibilities as the Abhorsen are. Add this to the arrival 'washed-up-on-the-porch' talking cat and stalking from Pegasus, Kaiba's well, swamped, basically, and this massive destined love he's supposed to fall into doesn't help either.
Disclaimer: YES!!! I am Kazuki Takahashi (Yu-Gi-Oh), Garth Nix (Old Kingdom Trilogy), AND Constance M. Burge (Charmed). The cat Nina is a combination of Mogget (of the Old Kingdom Trilogy) and Salem from 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch', which I also own and I will sue you if you ever use any of them ever again. Regrettably, I do own Nina, Serena (who is the former Abhorsen), Elizaveta (you'll find out in chappie 3), and Roberts the butler (guess who... Seto's butler). I OWN EVERYTHING I TELL YOU!!! EVERYTHING!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA...
Seto: Uh, maybe you overdid it there.
WildEm: Why are you even here?
Seto: ...
WildEm: Silence mortal!!! Before I submit you to the impending chapter one of doom!!!
Seto: NOOOO!!! Not the impending chapter one of doom!!!
WildEm: He has a thing about first chapters. Usually because he ends up being knocked to the floor by one of the girls, or having a random girl turn up at his house claiming to be Mokuba's new babysitter, with whom he then falls in love with. Well, I think my attempt is vaguely original. If you don't know what's going on, read the prequel!!! Or chapter nine onwards, the first eight are pretty Seth-centric. SETH RULES!!! YAY!!! This chapter contains SxS action. I'll tell you guys at the beginning if there is.
Seto: I feel unloved.
WildEm: Took you a while to catch on didn't it? (sighs) Oh well, let's see what my mashed-up revision-sick brain came up with. By the way, the quadratic formula is X equals minus B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four times A times C all over two A...
Seto: Roll camera! Quick!!!
"speech"
"thoughts"
"telephone conversation"
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Damn hormones!
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"Mr. Kaiba sir?"
"What?"
"There is a Miss Wheeler asking to see you, shall I send her away?"
"Send her up."
"Why did I say that?"
The receptionist stared at the phone-receiver blankly, wondering if her boss was feeling alright, but nonetheless obeyed without question, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door of Seto's office. It had been a week since he had been catapulted into Ancient Egypt, where he had learned a little more about himself than he had wanted to. It wasn't the others at fault anymore. He couldn't just stand on the sidelines and watch Yugi and co. listen to Ishizu about some pathetic magic drabble. He couldn't exclude himself anymore, it was even more a part of him than it was of them. It was around him, it was inside him. It was him. And it drove him to a madness that was at times impossible to control. He had been wrong. His hands were clenched in fists so tightly that his knuckles were white going on blue, but he didn't care. They had bested him. And he wanted so dearly to make them pay for it. He would gladly crush each one of them underneath his heel and laugh coldly as he watched them squirm and writhe. Counting to ten was an understatement.
"1... 2... 10... Argh!!! It doesn't work!!!"
With school on top of magic and work, it all added up to stress. He had clocked the fact that exam marks and Charter marks didn't mix.
He grabbed the remote control for the flat-screen plasma TV that suspended from the ceiling, briefly noting the screen showing a cross-section on someone's head as shown on an MRI scan, the words Post Vegatative State written on a banner across the bottom. What was this? Science Channel? He pressed down visciously on the 'standby' button and slammed the buttons down on the table.
"Come in." he called, the doorknob groaned and the latch drew back, and the door swung open. A beautiful girl with long fiery redhair and hazel eyes, smiled, slid around the door, and closed it behind her.
"Hi." she said brightly, and Seto lifted his fingers off the keyboard of his computer to stop himself from slurring the typing on his stock order. Through some instantaneous insanity, he had effectively saved her life - an action he had severely regretted since - and since, he had felt a vile, irritating, sickening feeling devour the centre of his being, but he had tried to push it away and block it, but he couldn't. Even if it was written in the stars, he didn't want to love her, he didn't want to, he didn't want to, yet Destiny decreed that his punishment for his coldness was to feel true love. She was nothing but an annoyance, a very captivating annoyance...
"Stop it!!!"
"What are you doing here?"
She wrung her hands. He frowned sadistically - she was dithering too. "I didn't thank you properly for saving me in Egypt." she said, shrugging, "I was wondering if I could, y'know, help with anything here?" Seto sat back in his chair as if he were a computer conducting a scan on her. Unlike the rest of her family -cough- Joey -cough- he had to admit, she had above mediocre intelligence.
"You can file these for me, that cabinet over there." he said, pointing to a massive and quite intimidating filing cabinet on the other side of the office. Serenity's eyes widened, there was a stack of files at least three feet high piled on the floor next to Seto's desk.
"Wow." she said, picking up as many as she could carry and taking them across the room. Seto smirked, he hadn't been looking forward to doing those, and it was particularly annoying because the names were on the inside covers. She started filing, "So, uh, how've you been?"
"Stressed."
"And um... how's the magic stuff going?" she asked sheepishly.
"It's not." he said firmly, not taking his attention away from his computer screen. He had briefly experimented with various powers, but he was sooner die than admit it.
"I guess technology and magic don't mix." She said, continuing filing, and all was silent until she was about three quarters of the way through them. She picked up another...
"That one goes in the bottom draw under T's between 'Thompson' and 'Tuppen', about a third of the way through three files behind the divider watch out for papercuts." he said robotically, and she looked up at him in confusion.
Shit.
He had not meant to say that. It had, sort of, slipped out... He sat there wide eyed, still staring at the screen and he felt his jaw set.
"What?" she said, opening the cover of the file to reveal that the name said 'Trott'. She opened the draw and flicked back three files, and sure enough, the third was 'Thompson', and the next one was 'Tuppen'. She flicked through the file to check the name was right.
"How the Hell did you... Ow!" she held up the palm of her hand, and a cut graced the skin just below her index finger. She looked up at his with wide eyes, "How did you know that?" she demanded. He lay back in his chair again and gave his eyes a break from the computer screen, "Can you... D'you... Can you predict the future?" his lips tightened.
"I know my filing cabinet." he lied curtly.
"That's a lie, you have better things to be doing than filing, I bet someone does it for you."
"Unlike you, I have a good memory." he countered, "Which I make the utmost use of."
She sucked her papercut and dabbed at it with a tissue.
"There are some plasters in there." he said, pointing to a sliding cupboard door in the wall. She pulled it back and rummaged amongst papers, empty paracetamol packets, and spare computer components.
"Uh, I can't reach them." she said, poking her arm in and stretching for the plasters, which, conveniently were at the back. She was 5ft7, but even still, they were on the back of a high shelf.
"Can you do nothing for yourself?" he snapped, getting up and striding towards her. He reached in and grabbed the packet easily. Without saying a word, as if this were typical of her and happened every day, he took her hand and straightened out her fingers. Before he could stop it, a thin beam of light shining from his hand and onto the cut, which got smaller, smaller, and then was nothing more. He snatched his hand away and took a few steps back, trying to prevent his shock from showing. She inspected it, finding nothing where the cut had been.
"That's amazing..." she whispered, "How did you do that?
He remained silent, because once again the feeling that he had to take care of her swept over him. He remembered when he had spied on his Egyptian counterpart with hers and, through some strange connection, been on the receiving end of some rather erotic sensations. Those sensations were not at all dissimilar to those he was feeling now. They had been wildly in love in their past lives, and apparently, even after 5000 odd years, it was rubbing off. His stomach was churning, his heart was racing, his breath was becoming audiable, their eyes had locked and he couldn't take it any longer...
They practically attacked each other. He forced his tongue into her mouth with a desperation he had never felt before, and placed his hands on the back of her waist, pressing her firmly to him. She ran his hands through his soft hair, her tongue playing with his. It was so strong, so compelling, so addicting, and she didn't want to fight it. And there they were, clinging blindly to each other, the only thing they were fighting for was control...
After about fifteen minutes, he pulled back, both of them gasping for air.
"Uh. Oh..."
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WildEm: Whoopsie daisy Seto! XD
Seto: I hate you for making me do that.
WildEm: Just putting it into perspective for all my lovely readers.
Seto: I'm gonna kill you!!!
WildEm: (screams and runs)
Seto: Okay, if you want WildEm back for the next chapter, then you have to hit the pretty little button down there and tell me how brilliant I am and beg me to release her!!! Mwahaha.
WildEm: (Whacks Seto over the head) ... ... Do what the nice psychopath says children!!!