Here's the next chapter. I am dedicating this chapter to a very close friend of mine who assisted me and gave me helpful advice. She was also the first one to review on this story. Reviews make me joyful, they give me strength to continue writing and do well. I also don't mind if you give me advice on things that should be changed and I'll consider it. So thank you to all of those who've read my story. And to my mousy friend *wink* who adviced me. Read, review and Enjoy my lil kitties!


A million different windows in sight, that's life. They all hold a different meaning behind them. Life is like that in a twisted way. Some people choose to only open one window and go down the same path. Others choose a few and alternate between those lives. Some just get lost and never find way. All those lives you choose to live, there can only be one. You have to go through each and every one of those windows, knowing you'll probably fall off the path, die, and start from the beginning all over again. With nothing. Some people recklessly choose to ignore the warnings thinking, "I have nothing to lose," but those people have the most to lose. You go through so much pain and suffering that sometimes you feel those are the only things that'll comfort you in your darkest moments. But sometimes pain is all you need, it's what teaches you what others don't know. It makes you wise and cautious, it may change you sometimes for the worse, but these things happen for reason and in life everything happens for a reason. We face difficult obstacles and challenges that throw us on our knees, and bring tears to us, shattering our soul and making us lose hope of the life we're leading. But these aren't supposed to cripple us, they're supposed to teach and help us, strengthen us, not to make the same mistakes, to learn. I first learned this when she left me, when my girlfriend left me. It brought me back into reality, I had made a mistake and left my guard down. I never wanted to see her again. Boy, did the world love going against my wishes. Life is funny like that, isn't it?

It took Seth a whole week to recover. Bakura, being the fateful tomb robber he was, visited Seth everyday and brought him his homework. So he could rest and catch up on his classes, or else he'd be dropped. His legs were still out of commission, he had feared he would never walk again. Bakura just told him he was scared cause he wouldn't be able to have sex with him. Seth had thrown everything reachable at Bakura. But later the doctor had said it was nothing serious and his spine had been slightly injured so it needed time to heal.

It was Monday morning, about 8 o'clock, when Seth was wheeled out of the hospital by Bakura. Bakura took his time wheeling Seth back to their institute. It was a nice, warm, sunny, day and it was great to be out of the hospital after a whole week. Sadly they had classes in about two hours. But instead of complaining about it, they would enjoy whatever time they had outdoors, or indoors for that matter. After 20 minutes they arrived at the institute and entered the large lobby, more of a throne room actually. Bakura wheeled Seth into the elevator, much to his discomfort, and stopped on the third floor.

Bakura went in and helped Seth on to the bed, with lots of effort, Seth kept protesting but in the end Bakura managed to pick him up bridal style and make a few snarky comments.
"Daaaaaang you're so light!" Or, "awww now you're my bride!" And a few others regarding Seth being a girl. Seth grumbled and got into a more comfortable position, then started finishing the last of his homework. There was no way he could go to class like this in a wheelchair. There would be hundreds of students moving across campus, out of classes, dorms, small rooms and other holes and shit. He let out a groan that caught Bakura's attention, how did crippled people do it...

Bakura looked over at Seth and rolled his eyes, he could practically see the wheels in the other's head turning and twisting, for Ra-knows-what. He looked at the clock and saw that it was starting to get late. He got up and picked up his book bag preparing to leave.
"Hey, so no kisses before you leave?" Seth stated smugly. Bakura rolled his eyes and flicked Seth's forehead and then kissed him walking out. Seth rubbed his forehead and chuckled.
"che gatto ottiene sempre ciò che vuole," 'that cat always gets what he wants' he muttered to himself in Italian. After about 30 minutes of doing nothing he decided to go outside. He somehow pushed himself off the bed and hopped on the wheelchair. He thanked god that there was no one there to see this ridiculous act. He opened the door and wheeled out into the courtyard. He stopped under a nice oak tree. He took in a deep breath and took out a book, and started reading it.

"Seto? Is that really you?" That voice, a melodious voice, that would lull any man into sleep. A beautiful voice that went along with the cloudy gray eyes, long blond hair, and unflawed skin. That voice would heal the wounds of a man, and bring tears and happiness to others. It was a voice he knew too well, but a voice that would only pull him into death, and it was reserved just for him. He looked up and put the most retarded and fake smile on his face and turned around.
"Melody! How nice to see you," fuck no it wasn't.
A young woman in her early 20s smiled at him with her pearly white teeth. She looked just the same as she once did five years ago. The everlasting glow burning around her, the golden locks that lied upon her shoulders, gray eyes darker than any storm he'd ever seen. One might think that the way he was describing her meant he loved her, but then they would be soooooo off. He hadn't said anything about the smug look she wore when she stole from people, the cruel laughter that escaped her rosy lips when she shattered a mans heart, the nails that clawed deep into your throat, the voice that would say so many disgustingly sweet things but powerful enough to stab you with in the end. With a tongue like the snakes, beautiful tone, but an icy breath. A heart blacker than any pit. Just like an ice serpent or a siren, she lured you in with her beauty and voice, then killed you off. She always got the last laugh.

She walked over, swaying her hips just as she once had, flashing him another seductive smile. She took a seat next to him on the bench that was below the tree.
"My god Seto what happened to you?" She asked in a concerned tone, Seth resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew she didn't give a fuck yet she was asking.
"I fell off the stairs,"he replied in a monotone. She let out an amused laugh and turned to look at him with that smug look she always wore, well it wasn't smug but an innocent smile. But to those who had the misfortune of finding out about the smile knew it was anything but innocent or sweet. "So what are you doing here Melody?"
"I came here for a job. The new modeling agency I'm working for. I've taken a few days off cause they need to find me a male model. Um hey would you mind posing with me?"
Seth blinked a few times trying to process what she was saying. Here was his ex, sitting next to him, shattered his heart, humiliated him, hadn't seen her in five years, yet she was acting like they were best friends, asking him to go back to modeling. She must be on crack...

Once again he resisted the urge to roll his eyes and laugh at her. Blonds could seriously be air-headed. Instead he simply smiled and shook his head.
"I'm sorry Melody, I wish I could but I have classes and I'm busy," he tried to put it as nicely as he could. Another thing about her was her anger was as great as Pelè's.
She looked at him for a moment doing a very good job at hiding a shocked face. 'How dare he resist and say no to me' she thought angrily to herself trying hard not to glare.
"Wow...um well I guess I-"
"SETH!" Bakura's call interrupted her mid sentence. She threw a ferocious glare in Bakura's direction. But Bakura being the I-don't-give-a-fuck person he was, didn't seem to notice. He just walked over and clapped Seth on the shoulder.
"Bitch why didn't you tell me where you were going, and why are you wasting your time talking to bitches anyway?" He remarked smugly making Melody huff with annoyance.
"Um Bakura meet Melody Valez, she's a friend, Melody meet Bakura my hotheaded, rude, blunt, roommate," for a minute Bakura thought he was going to say, boyfriend, but whatever.
"Hi you must be that bitch I've heard so much about!" He said in mock enthusiasm. Of course he hadn't ever heard of this whore-munchkin but he needed her to get pissed off and run along.

Melody rolled her eyes and scoffed. She was surrounded by idiots once again, she looked at Seto from the corner of her eye. Just as beautiful as he had once been, smart mouthed, cold eyes, and defenses set up high. The odd one was too blunt to be counted human so she just blocked him while he was rambling about 'bitches who first started migrating'.
But her mind was set right on her ex, she smirked and cleared her throat loudly.
"Oh so we're friends? What he meant to say was that he's my ex," she said in a sharp tone that made Bakura stop his rant. Seth sighed, there it was. The mouth that would breath out meaningless compliments but cut through your heart, stronger than a knife.
"Oh...I didn't realize you dated her once..." Bakura said in between clenched teeth trying very VERY hard not to smack the smug look off the blond bitch. Seth just nodded and tried to look anywhere but at Bakura's puzzled and slightly hurt face.
"Well! It was great to see you again Melody, but I gotta go. Catch ya later," he said and indicated for Bakura to wheel him away, who was more than happy to compromise. He stood up and pushed the wheelchair away from the blond, who was practically bursting with flames.


Bakura wheeled Seth in silence, his mind trying to process what he had heard and just learned. Suddenly he knew what was going on, whore-munchkin wanted something so why not go to her ex and fuck up his life while at it. He knew people like that, only because he'd been like that. But he had changed the path he'd been walking down. He sighed and went over to the tables set outside the door room with the nice view of the sea.
"Ya know she's not gonna leave until she gets what she wants, right?" Bakura remarked, turning a chair in Seth's direction sitting down.
Seth let out a quiet sound that sounded like a 'I know'. Bakura couldn't understand, for a genius Seth had made some pretty stupid decisions.
"I dated her so long ago, I don't even know which life I was living back then," Seth remarked after a few moments of silence. Bakura didn't say anything else, hoping that Seth would say something more. He quietly waited with his hands folded on his lap.

Seth turned to look at Bakura, but he wasn't there anymore...he was back in July on the night of the ninth. There was nothing to tell other than that he was a happy guy. Back then he wasn't cautious or guarded enough. Back then he was living an entirely different life. It was the life of a quiet CEO, with nothing to do in his life. He wasn't going to get into it because he was sure no one would understand. All he told people was, things were different and he wasn't experienced enough. He had been so blind, it was awfully obvious what Melody had been from the beginning, yet he'd never seen it. He'd been going out with her for the past six months and things were okay. He had met her at a bar, he was drinking in the corner booth when she had taken a seat next to him. She had quickly recognized him as the model on some magazines and as a CEO. He had been surprised that she had the sharp eye to draw out who he was. He never went on photo shoots without a disguise. After a while they started to go on dates, talked, laughed, celebrated the holidays, did everything just like all the couples, well not everything, certain things they never did, which Seth thanked the god for. But on the seventh month, July, things started to go wrong.

They started to drift apart. But of course, that's what he thought at first. She started to cancel dates, always too busy, sometimes too clingy, and so many things at once. She was a true manipulator. She had tricked him and toyed with him, until he wasn't needed anymore. He remembered it just like it was yesterday. Once again she had strutted into his office like she owned the place. Swaying her hips seductively, eyes narrowed, the ever lasting smile on her lips, the lust in her eyes. It was ironic, she was just like Lust, one of the seven deadly sins. He hadn't seen her in two weeks but she acted as if though everything was fine. She stopped in front of his desk, but of course he just ignored the bitch and continued working. She cleared her throat once, tapping her long fingernails against wood. Her patience was starting to run low as she cleared her throat not twice but three times.

Finally he looked up and removed his glasses. He leaned back and glanced at her coldly.
"What is it, do you need something?" Was all he said before she bared her teeth at him and grabbed him by the throat digging her claws in deep, making blood flow down. She pulled him up and pinned him against the window making it crack. He winced slightly grabbing her hand roughly.
"What the hell let me go you fucking whore," he hissed under his clenched teeth. She glared at him from under her long eye lashes, which had a red glint to it.
"You're honestly useless, did you really think you could ignore me?! HUH?!" She screamed in his face, eyes wide like a psychopath. Seth turned his head away trying to sink away, but the iron grip on his windpipe was gonna kill him. He raised his hand and in one swift move pushed her off, all the anger finally rising. Her back hit against his desk bringing a pained moan out of her.
"No! Oh no no no no I didn't do anything you snake. You haven't been here in days and ignored all my calls so don't go making me a bad guy while you go out with other men like a skank!" He yelled heat rising up to his cheeks, his heart beating like he had just run the marathon. She let out a roar of anger and got up launching herself at him angrily. She grabbed him by his shirt collar, Seth wasn't a violent type. But years of training came back to him and he grabbed her by the hand twisting it, slamming her into the wall by reflex. She slipped down groaning, he simply glanced at her coldly, his instincts of a cold killer coming back.

Melody just wouldn't accept the fact that she was defeated. How dare he push her around like he was her boss. He was nothing! She was superior and far better! She'd teach him a lesson if it was the last fucking thing she'd do. So she pushed herself up, using the wall to support herself. She looked deep into Seth's cold eyes with defiance. She hissed and walked towards him and raised her hand slapping him as hard as she could across the face. His bangs fell over his eyes, covering the darkness that started to cloud them. She raised a fist ready to punch but he grabbed it midway and twisted her wrist around once again making her gasp out in surprise and pain. He pushed her against the desk harshly, and bent over, his breath ragged and pained against her ear.
"Leave and never come back," he hissed in her ear and pulled her up pushing her towards the door. She stumbled and regained her footing turning to look at him bitterly.
"God this relationship is over! You were so boring and ugggggh!" She growled and walked out slamming the door. That was it...

Seth looked up at Bakura, who was looking at him slightly puzzled. After the incident Seth's mind had erased it all and he had taken a different path in life.
"So I guess things weren't that great?" Bakura stated after ten minutes after of silence. Seth shook his head remorseful. He looked away staring at the sea, a hundred things running through his mind. Bakura got up knowing he wasn't going to be told anything else. He wheeled Seth back to their dorm, both with too much on their minds.

That's how life is. It's like a window, once you lose hope or choose to walk down a different path you break all the possibilities in your old life. But for Seth there was nothing more in the old one. He had never hurt anyone, even the man who had abused him. But he had actually hurt a woman...but she wasn't a lady, she was the devil's spawn. So many windows in sight but so little time. It's rather funny how you think if you choose to change your ways, for better or for worst whatever you wish, that the demons from your old life won't follow you. You'd be dead wrong, all the obstacles from the old lives would follow you. Either you're strong enough to endure them and fight back. Or fall down to your knees, crying, weak, begging for it to stop scarring you. The universe is a big place, all you are is one little speck, nothing more. You have to make your place in the world, no matter how many demons you're suppose to face, no matter how many windows you've gotta shatter. Shoulders back, nose high, and walk with the power deep inside you. The things you do and choose not only effect the path you're on but the people you decide to get involved. The choices Seth and Bakura had made would some day come back and haunt them. But for now, a demon had escaped from Seth's shattered window. Stronger than the forces of the gang they faced. Could they really put down this Siren of Doom before she put an end to them?