This is filler so you may skip it and read the next chapter tomorrow. I update pretty quickly don't I? Try and keep up with me I dare you! (Daring other writer's not reader's) Readers are too quick and awesome...
On another note are any of you going to review at all?
I mean I can't be that awesome a writer to have you all just accepts my work. Man and I thought that giving the Devil a lollipop would piss people off… Apparently it only pissed off me…
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own floss how can I own YGO?
Warmth enveloped him and he began to wake. A sweet smell that was vaguely remembered hung in the air. A familiar hand caressed his cheek. Turning his head to the side he opened his eyes. A white nightgown that pooled on the bed was loosely worn by feminine curves underneath. A hand swept under his chin and gently tipped his head up forcing him to look up at her. Hazel eyes looked into his half-lidded ones. Slowly she bent over him her auburn hair like a satin curtain draped across his chest.
"Serenity, my beauty," his voice was barely above a whisper.
With her lips curved in a small smile she said, "Seto, I love you."
Those three words made him want to hold onto her forever and never let her go for anything. Just those three little words tore his heart to shreds and made him want her.
Placing a hand between her shoulder blades he pushed her closer to him and brought up his lips to hers. The simple touch sent a tingle down his spine. Her little fingertips moved up and down his back faster than how he could move his lips.
He wanted her. He wanted to make her cry out his name and those delicious little words. Her hands moved behind his head and tangled themselves in his hair pressing his lips even closer to hers if that was even possible. Suddenly the need for air forced the two apart but still they held each other not wanting to lose the warmth of the other's presence.
Placing a manicured hand on his shoulder she pushed him back so that he rested against the headboard. Letting out a small sigh she then laid her head against his chest, kissing his collarbone gently.
A small moan passed his lips making Serenity stop and revel in that sound she caused.
"I thought I lost you," she abruptly said.
"Why? I don't understand," he rubbed her back trying to comfort her.
"You blacked out so of course you don't remember. You were…bitten," Serenity looked up into his eyes and stroked the side of his neck were the small scars were.
"By a demon?"
Nodding slowly she laid her head back on his chest and ran her hand up and down his chest, caressing him. "There was so much blood Seto. There was just so much blood," she shuddered as if from the revolting memory.
Holding her head between his palms gently he looked into her eyes, "I'm here now. I always will be…"
Murmuring those last words in his sleep he turned to hold her close but all his hands grasped was empty air. With a thud he woke up on the ground next to his bed. Aches and pains ran up and down his limbs, his body. He wanted to curl up into a little ball but instead he braced himself against his bed frame and got to his feet. Standing on wobbly feet he decided to sit down on the side of his bed. Blinking away the last dregs of sleep he quickly took in his surroundings.
"That dream. It was only a dream but she… Serenity… She was real I'm sure of it. If I could find her then, everything will be alright. I just know it will be," he said to himself as he saw something on the table.
"How long was I sleeping? A day? A few hours? How long ago was it when I got here?"
Kaiba went over to his nightstand and picked up the objects: a cup of water and a small med-kit.
Sitting on the bed he stared at the white case and opened it. Scissors, bandages, countless mini tubes of gauze, needles, and other medical items popped out and strewn all over his bed spread.
"Just great," he mumbled as he undid the bandages on his arm
A pair of certain violet eyes came to memory, "I wonder if she's ok…"
Slowly letting out a calming breath he undid the bandages and painstakingly tedious stitched up the deep gash after dousing it with disinfectant.
Looking over his handiwork, Kaiba seemed content. Drinking the water in one gulp he stretched his limbs before looking around for a change of clothes since he no longer had a shirt, well he pretended he had one by wearing that coat he miraculously stole, a pair of pants that had seen better days, and some nice boots he had also stolen. Seeing a strange packet on the single seat couch he realized he was saved. Sure the packet read Fun on the Run but as soon as he tore it open a clean white dress shirt and a dark pair of jeans fluttered to the floor from the other end.
"An ironed dress shirt and jeans? What no slacks? It's sure better than being naked," trying to find light in the situation once again.
"Hey, there's a bathroom. Maybe this life won't be so bad," Kaiba said to himself after spotting the adjoining bathroom.
Turning on the lights, he saw his reflection for the first time. Placing the Fun on the Run on the sink counter he slowly walked up to the full length mirror and touched the cold smooth surface of the glass with his fingertips. Staring at his features he quickly noticed he had messy brown hair that was pointing in every direction that reached to the nape of his neck. His bangs covered his eyes almost completely so lifting up his bangs with a hand he stared into his reflection's eyes.
"Eizel may have said that they were blue but wow…"
Looking at the shower his mind clicked. Just one glance at that small pristine rectangular prism he forgot everything. Immediately he basically tore off his tattered clothes and stepped into the white porcelain bath and stayed under the hot stream of water for about an hour or so. After cleaning and drying himself he had to bandage up the other little scrapes and cuts that he obtained to get here.
Sitting on the bathroom counter he had fun squirting the gauze all over the place.
"Stupid cream! It comes out too easily," he tried to get a small bead of it but ended up with a line of white all over his arm.
Maybe he wasn't having fun…
After using most of the supplies given to him he pulled into the pair of jeans and shrugged into the shirt while looking for a brush or comb of some kind to tame his unruly mop of hair. Not being able to find one Kaiba settled for using his fingers. No matter what he did his bangs would always poke or cover his eyes so he just shook his head and dealt with it. Then staring at his reflection he noticed that the jeans clashed with the shirt not knowing why it bothered him so immensely he unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt.
"Better, now to wander aimlessly."
The demon opened the door to his room and looked at the maze of corridors that awaited him.
Fifteen minutes Later:
"Where am I? Maybe one of these doors leads to a map or something," Kaiba thought opening up a door at the end of the corridor.
"I'm in front of my own room aren't I?" Indeed, he was looking into his room. Feeling irked that he had walked so far just to end up at his own room he walked into the room and took some sticky tape and paper. After taping the said paper to the door he began sticking pieces of tape on every corner he walked by.
After walking down several halls that lead to dead ends the passageway he was walking down opened up to a great hall. Tables were set in rows of five and were connected so that they spanned from one side of the hall to the other supposing it had an end. Standing where he was he couldn't see the other end of the hall. Great Eatery Hall was scrawled out on a sign in the middle of the hall. The three lines below the title were empty but he suspected that the menu for the day was written on there.
How am I supposed to get any food then? Wait, I always thought demons hunted for their food like animals… From an angel's point of view they are beasts; creatures with no feelings… Anyways getting back on my train of thought. This is a dining room and a room for eating food must have a room for cooking food. A kitchen should be close then. I hope they won't mind if I have some bread and coffee.
Continuing his walk down the hall a kitchen could be seen. Well, it looks enough like a kitchen. There was a serving line, a closed serving window, and an empty salad bar looking thing at the very front. The smell of food wafted through the air and urged him to walk faster.
The chefs must have been assigned here already.
Kaiba opened the side door to the kitchens. Upon opening the door the ten or so chefs and several waitresses stopped their conversation and stared at the newcomer. Kaiba gave the kitchen staff one glance then paid them no mind as he walked to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup up black coffee before striding over to the basket of bread in the center of the table where the kitchen staff were sitting silently, all their eyes intently staring at him as he grabbed a plain roll the size of his fist prior to walking out of the kitchens.
Back to the Chefs and their really pointless conversation:
"He's here really early or really late for the war," one of the chefs spoke up after he had left.
"That's what I was thinking," the head chef said.
"I think he's early," one of the waitresses said after spotting him outside eating at one of the tables.
"He looks a little too human to be a demon though. I mean he didn't have any horns or anything…"
"He could just have fangs," another chef offered.
"Yeah… Usually when they are early they would demand food. He took a cup of black coffee and a roll… Odd."
"Maybe he's the new guy," a waitress said brightly.
"I don't think so, Yuma go check," the head chef ordered a timid waitress.
Yuma was about to go out into the eatery when she noticed that he was walking away.
"I think he's just an early bird. Most likely a half-demon to boot."
"He's headed towards the training hall. I don't think he knows where he's going though."
Waste of Time Over and now back with Kaiba:
Walking down several more corridors Kaiba found a wide room with most of it being open space. The high ceiling was arched and banners and flags decorated the high buttresses and columns. Most of the room was marbled stone as black as onyx but shined and shimmered like jet. Providing a slick and clear area to spar as it was.
The other side of the room up against the wall was plush red carpet with intricate designs printed on them. Strangely after staring at them for a few seconds he could read them. The whole back wall served as a barracks. Weapons were either held upright in the standing shelves or were leaned up against the wall. Most of the weapons were made of tinted black steel unsurprisingly.
The spears, bows, and javelins were the only exception to that rule it seemed but the metal or wood that held the weapon together was black so never mind that.
The instruments of war were actually organized. Hammers spanned the far right of the wall, axes were after them, then swords followed by, maces and kunai, then spears and javelins, then last of all the bows and arrows.
Picking up a two handed axe from its stand he twirled it through the air; testing its balance. It was big but it was sturdy. Kaiba practiced a series of jabs and wide set swings with it, "I could use something like this."
He set it down and looked over it like a customer looking over some wares before buying.
"Choose any weapon you want. Choose carefully because it's your until you die," Lucifer's haunting words and maniacal laughter echoed through his mind. "I don't think he actually laughed manically after he said that though," he mused.
Giving the axe another look he noticed that the ribbon on the end had a name written on it.
So you can reserve your weapons? I guess so.
Sliding the axe back he glared at all of the other weapons. "Looks like even if I'm the first to arrive I have no advantages," Kaiba thought feeling slightly angered realizing this, "Now where is an unreserved weapon? Something no one will fight me to take?"
Deciding to start his search from one end of the hall to the other he decided to start from the far right. Staring at the heavyset hammers that were longer than he was tall and looked as if they weighed twice his own weight made him feel small and insignificant.
Whoever could pick those things up and swings them could probably eat me in one bite…
He walked past the axes (because most of them were tagged) to the swords. Most of the swords were sticking out of slots built into the wall so in curiosity the demon chose a nearby hilt and pulled the sword out a bit but it appeared to be a two-handed sword since he had nearly drawn out nine feet of sword. When the sword was completely drawn he guessed that it must have been twelve feet in length.
I bet you could use this sword to kill birds it's so long…
He slid it back into the slot. No longer feeling up to surprises he avoided the steel slots. Picking through the hilts of the swords and claymores stuck in the steel bins and trying them out just to throw them back in the bin was what he did for several long minutes. "Aren't there any normal swords? They all have saw toothed blades or are shaped strangely," he spoke bitterly picking up a random sword that was shaped like an "L".
"There might be a normal one in there but," staring at the slots longingly he was about to pull out another random sword when he noticed something sticking out from behind the stand that held the standing long swords.
"What's that?"
Inching between the stands and the metal bins with his stick like figure he reached for the sheath that was lodged behind the long swords. Shoving himself even further into the non-existent area he grasped the sword and tried to get it out. The thing was stuck but eventually after twisting it a bit the lodged sword was free to smack him in the face with its hilt.
The ceiling spun in circles like a dizzy koo-coo bird in a broken coo-koo clock. The wild flags and banners seemed almost mocking with their flashy black and white colors. Odd little motifs carved into the high pillars were as clear as crystal then as blurry as an old man outside your fogged up windshield.
Kaiba, looking absolutely ridiculous was splayed out on his back in the training hall. Slowly sitting up it looked as if the item very well wasn't worth the trouble. The hilt wrap was shredded to mere ribbons, it had a piece of chipped wood that showed parts of the blade for a sheath, and it was a bit too long for his tastes. Turning the broken thing he rescued from the confining hole it came from he noticed that it wasn't one sword; a thinner short sword that was in a separate sheath was tied to it. The smaller sword was worth keeping because it was in nearly perfect condition but the bigger one…
"A bad two for one deal, that's what I think," he muttered.
In a bored fashion he withdrew the longer sword from its sheath.
"It probably has a saw toothed edge," he said before looking down at the blade.
Blinking in surprise he ran his hand down the side of the blade. The metal wasn't scratched from wear or anything and the most important detail was the fact that it was normal. No weird blade shape or anything besides from the metal being black and the bright red characters on one side Kaiba thought it was decently normal. After checking the smaller of the two he noticed that it was almost akin to the other except that it was smaller.
"Only the sheath and hilt was damaged… Probably from being rejected because it wasn't unique. I could probably wrap up the hilt again on my own and replace the sheath later," picking up the sword he tested its balance and how he could use it with the techniques that were strangely embedded in his memories.
And so it was like this for every day for the next few weeks. He'd come out for bread and coffee, train a bit, then retreated back into his room to shower and clean up before taking another cup of coffee and roll for lunch then practicing with the bow and arrows. Basically it was just a mundane deal he got put up with.
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