Reluctant Surrender Chapter 11- Blue shipping SetoXKisara
Typist note: This chapter is not typed by Michelle Kelly, it's being verbally dictated to a typist from outlines. See you at the end.
Seto's eyes dilated in the dark, relying on the shadows cast from the bright room. Standing still for a brief moment he formulated his plan. He had the advantage, this was his italicized house and he knew the placement of every single item in the room he stood. Dropping the journals and reports, he charged the shadow, grabbing the ming Dynasty vase from the end table he smashed it over the shadows head, knocking him to the floor, illuminating his face. Pale, sunken, wrinkled and scarred, the unfamiliar face looked back at him with specks of blood adorning his face. Her blood. Her blood. Kaiba saw red, his hands immediately beginning to throttle the mans throat, cutting off his air supply while Seto clenched harder, desperate to snap his neck in the process.
Downstairs, the commotion awoke the younger Kaiba brother. Realizing the electricity had been cut he immediately followed his brothers instructions to call the police while he fled to the safe room. What he thought to be a simple burglary was so much more. In side the safe room he tried to find a way to start the back up generator, maybe spook the robber into leaving.
Upstairs Seto was still wrestling the intruder, knee pressed to the mans chest as he choked him. Piercing pain entered his side, forcing him to remove his hands and feel for the injury while his opponent threw him to the floor. Pulling the knife from his side he delibrately tossed it under the highboy near the window and stood up, charging the attacker as he tried to flee, Kaiba's body surging with adrenaline and rage while blood spilled from his side.
The lights returned, and Seto was able to size up his attacker more adequately, a man twice his size, raw with sinew. The only thing that evened the playing field was Kaiba's rage and adrenaline, as well as the knowledge of his rooms layout. Physically, he knew he was at a loss and looked to delay the man long enough to get the shotgun out from under the bed. They wrestled to the floor, Thin lithe muscles versus brawn and sinew. Seto held his own long enough to smash an abalone statue against the intruders head, disorienting him long enough for Kaiba to scramble for the bed. Shotgun in hand he pumped the barrel rising to his feet.
"Police! Drop your weapon!" A yell entered the room, and Seto looked up to find three officers and four swat members at his door, weapons drawn. Deftly, he dropped the shotgun and put his hands up, dropping to his knees. But they didn't come for him, 3 swat members wrestled the intruder on the floor, cuffing him and dragging him out as he yelled.
"She belongs to me! She'll always belong to me! If I can't have her no one can! I'll ruin you both!" Seto took a relieved sigh, the adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was starting to throb. Looking down he saw the small gash near his hip that seeped through his shirt, staining his new coat, the blue taking on a purple hue as the blood seeped in like dye, inches from her blood stains. The leather would never crack, the hyde absorbing the thick liquid like a sponge, retaining it eternally. The same square faced officer he'd talked to just hours before approached him.
"Let's get you out to the ambulance and clean you up Mr. Kaiba," he encouraged, as the man held his side. Not one to take to demands he refused.
"First tell me what the hell is going on here!" he shouted, looking around the room. He caught his reflection in the desk mirror and barely recognized himself. Blood poured from a gash in his head, his nose was bloody and bruised, and one of his eyes was swollen black and purple.
"We received a call about a burglary and responded." he stated simply. Kaiba shook his head.
"No, I didn't call you," he replied, leaning back on the desk, faint.
"Your brother did," he clarified. "from your saferoom." Putting the pieces together he realized Mokuba must have started the generators too.
"That was no burglary, he was waiting for me. He attacked her too, didn't he?" Seto prodded loudly. His hand gripping the desk edge till his knuckles turned white.
"We believe so, but we still need to investigate further to prove it, so why don't we get you downstairs to get fixed up," the officer tried to encourage again. Kaiba grit his teeth.
"No. Take me to the hospital," he demanded in the same firm voice he used in business affairs.
"Fine, the ambulance will take you." Seto walked past the officer as briskly as his injuries would allow, every step sent shooting pains down his hip and leg and his head felt faint, but he as determined, and wounded or not he was doing what he wanted.
In the house lobby Mokuba sat with two officers, giving his report. Kaiba stormed past barely noticing his little brother, and Mokuba saw that same dead pan look of fight on his brothers face that told him not to intervene. Seto was walking, to Mokuba that meant he was fine.
Paramedics stitched his side, his forehead and set a broken finger he didn't realize he had. His nose, miraculously, wasn't broken, just bloody. Once the ambulance stopped at the hospital Seto leapt out, ignoring the EMT's calling him back.
She was still asleep, an IV in her bruised arm. Kaiba sat down next to her bed, taking hold of her pale hand and laying is head on her lap, before he mercifully, fell asleep as well.
Typist and author note: as stated above this chapter was not typed by Michelle, but dictated. There may be inconsistencies and errors as I had to do this in the dark because Mickey is so sensitive to light, fucking vampire bat I swear she is. The only reason this chapter is so quick after the other is because today while packing, we found all of Mickeys bondage supplies. Chapter 12 is about to be typed as well. We're hoping to get 3 chapters done today and upload them through out the next week. Mickey will be making a tumblr post regarding her health issues. Bye now. Please read and review.
Dictated by Michelle Kelly
typed by C.F.D.