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Warnings/Notes: Another request by an anonymous reviewer, this time for "Blueshipping" or SetoxKisara. The italics are a flashback of Priest Seto and Kisara, present day Seto Kaiba is written in original text.


Chapter 4: How Long Is Forever?


His laptop screen glowed white against a moonless Tuesday night, the brunette in front of it slumped back, head tilting, mouth slightly opened in a battle with sleep he'd lost more than an hour ago.

"Is this alright?"

"What do you mean?" His strong, tanned hand moved over hers.

"Perhaps I misspoke." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly embarrassed by her own audacity.

"Kisara." A shudder overtook her entire being. "Speak." This time it was an order.

She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, working feeling into her stiff jaw, "When I am with you…like this…" She seemed as lost as he was now. The sun sunk lower on the horizon, everything around them impossibly silent and still.

"My judgment has been misguided." He withdrew his hand from the warmth of hers, nerve diminished by the clearly misunderstood response to his advance, "Retire before night has come."

"Wait –" Her hand found his again, "Stay." She implored, "Please stay."

He pressed her to his chest instinctively, stroking the long, silver locks of her hair. "Kisara," pale arms draped themselves around his shoulders, bringing her slender frame closer to his, "I want to be with you always."

His mouth was stale with the taste of 3:00 AM coffee, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. He had three callbacks and two permits to address before seven, a meeting sharply at eight. There was no time for this tonight. He turned his attention to the previously abandoned laptop, scanning the page until he reached the close of an email he'd yet to send his newest client, which read, "and I with you."

He slammed the computer shut disgustedly, digging through the top drawer of his desk for a sticky note with her name scrawled almost illegibly across the top. Crumpling and discarding it in one swift motion, he rose from his seat and quitted the room.

No more fantasies and facades.


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