Black Rain 4.
Seto barely made his next appointment, he strolled in to find Kisara smoking at her desk, reading something in her lap.
"What happened to your receptionist?" he asked making his presence known. Looking up with a startle, she stumbled over her answer, regaining her bearings.
"Uh, she quit. I really didn't need her anyway," she remarked, taking a drag. Kaiba leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a mischievous smirk.
"She probably couldn't stand the smell of that cigarette smoke," he mocked. She rolled her eyes and blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.
"Wrong. She smoked too. Now sit down Seto," she instructed. "And close the door, you're letting the smoke out," she teased back. Kicking the door shut, he sat down on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the cherry coffee table. Shoving the cigarette into the ashtray he noticed that the cross had returned to it's place on her neck, albeit on a thicker, braided silver chain.
"So why did she quit then?" he asked, eager to point out her flaws.
"You can't ask that. Information between an employer and employee is confidential, you should know that," she scolded. Opening one of her desk drawers she pulled out a fresh tablet and pen, throwing the carelessly onto the desk.
"No, it's illegal to reveal why an employee was terminated, not why they quit," he pointed out. Loophole or not, she wasn't going to tell him.
"Why do you care?" she retorted. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. She knew it would make him all kinds of uncomfortable.
"I don't."
"No, you don't. You just want to know so that you can use it against me. I'm not as stupid as you think I am." Lighting flashed outside, and thunder caused Kisara to jump in her seat. Kaiba laughed at her before he closed the door and sat on the couch, crossing his long legs elegantly.
"I never said you were stupid," he defended unenthusiastically. The doctor tapped her pen, biting her lip in thought.
"Why do you insist on having sessions in the dark so I can't see your face?" she inquired. He rolled his eyes, finding the question stupid. With a deliberate, heavy sigh he looked at her, his royal blues locking against her cerulean eyes.
"I don't like being stared at and analyzed." He held her gaze until he knew she was uncomfortable, his eyes boring into her soul, invading her mind. "How do you like being stared at? Being battered by someone's intrusive eyes?" he remarked with a sly, devious grin. Finally, Kisara broke away from his gaze. Taking a deep breath, she scribbled down on her notepad.
"This isn't about me Seto, it's about you. However, I do agree with your statement. Many people cannot make eye contact with others, or feel invaded by it," she explained. Thunder rumbled loudly, causing Kisara to jump. Kaiba chuckled and kicked his legs up on the coffee table. Crossing his arms defiantly her mused in thought for a moment.
"Do my eyes invade you?" She sighed refusing to answer his question. Lightning lit up the sky, flashing through the room. A moment later heavy rain pounded against the windows, pouring from the heavens.
"Once again, this isn't about me, it's about you. Now are you going to be stubborn or will you let me start this session?" she barked. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. Sometimes he really hated her attitude.
"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you," he mocked. Annoyed, she tapped her fingers against her desk before fishing around in a drawer for her pen.
"How did you sleep this week?" she asked, a bright flash shone through the window with a loud rumble. He shrugged apathetically.
"Fine, nothing special," he muttered, crossing his ankle over his knee. The rest of the hour Kisara found herself fighting him verbally for the smallest bits of information, per the usual with him. By the end she was mentally exhausted from having to spar with the man. She lit a cigarette the moment the door closed behind him, but a few moments later he returned.
"My car is flooded past the hood, and the parking lot is a lake. I can't leave," he growled. Instantly she clicked on the radio and turned on the news. The news caster spoke of flash flooding, downed power lines and Martial law going into effect, keeping people in their homes or workspace.
"Great, I'm stuck with you for at least tonight. Like spending an hour with you isn't enough I have to tolerate you overnight," she scoffed. Grabbing a cardigan off the back of the chair she slung it over her arm and ashed her cigarette. "I'm going home," she added. Kaiba laughed at her.
"You can't. Neither of us can leave," he remarked. She looked at him with dull blue eyes, puffing on the cigarette. Crushing it out she grabbed a binder pushed her chair in.
"I live upstairs,"she stated. Walking over to the side door she unlocked it and opened it to reveal a stairwell. Seto wrinkled his brow and followed behind her.
The apartment was painted stark white with black furniture and very little color, it seemed cold and sharp. Walking down the hall he gazed into her bedroom, painted purple with a green and purple bedspread. Bookshelves lined many of the walls, overflowing with books. "You can take the spare bedroom, it's the room off the kitchen. you'll have your own bathroom so you won't need to bother me. There's food in the fridge and cupboards and I'm sure you can figure the rest out," she informed him. The man nodded, taking in the rooms, the contrast in personality that was displayed in her home. It made him curious. It was at that point that he knew it was going to be an interesting night.
A/N: Sorry for the late and short chapter, but I've been making progress on my other two novels, it's going pretty well, plus I have been so incredibly busy it's been insane. Much love to all my reviewers and followers, you guys rock. I have some plans for the next few chapters, and I'm Forecasting smut around chapter 6. I'm also limiting this story to 10/12 or 15 chapters. We'll see how it goes. Keep up the love and I'll see you at the end of the next chapter.