A CEO Scorned.
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WildEm: Title being Ancient Egyptian for 'A true love'... I'm getting good at this. Yippee!!! If you're wondering where my bishies are, don't worry, they are okay... ish... Yugi took care of 'em. I managed to get hurt the first day at my competition, bruised and battered, but otherwise okay, could have been worse, but I was alright for the third day. So my typing's a bit slow 'cause I bruised the ball of my
hand and I can't raise my arm very far up without pain, but I'll try and get this up quickly.
There's SxS here and more, I have responded!
Check out Arnold, and Seto's conversation with the Computer, I thought that was so funny. Oh, and...
Oi Churchill!!! Can you save me money on me' car insurance???
Churchill: (bops head) Oh, yes!
WildEm: That's only funny if you're British...
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I-wunhuru sab-rêkhut
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"Péséraelle, you can come in now!"
"What was all that noise...?" Péséraelle asked, closing the door behind her, before freezing where she stood.
Seth gave an unimpressed glance between the two. "I can see that this might get a little personal..." he grabbed Seto and Elizaveta by the collar and ushered them out of the door. "Five minutes."
They closed the door behind them, where Seto and Seth stood with their arms folded and wearing identical expressions while Elizaveta crouched down and put her ear to the keyhole.
Meanwhile, inside, Mahado's chest heaved and his breath became audible. Feelings and emotions that had been left to simmer a long time ago were beginning to boil over the side of the pan. His eyebrows flattened and his lip trembled, his eyes glassed over with tears that hadn't fallen yet.
"Peseshet..." he whispered.
Péséraelle gasped, her hands flying over her mouth, her eyes wide like saucers. "You... You... You're... You're the man, from my dream..."
"Dream...?" he asked, his voice only just perceptable, shaking his head slowly, his lilac eyes never breaking contact with her olive green ones. A tear ran down his cheek, "You... You don't..." he took a few slow, shaky steps towards her, "...remember me...?"
"What?"
"Peseshet..."
"Why do you keep calling me that?!"
"Oh please no..." he whispered, looking up, as if he was not addressing her, but some higher power that had caused the incident, as yet another tear fell and stung his cheek. "Please remember me Peseshet please..."
"Remember you??? I've never met you before in my life!!!"
This gilted conversation continued for a while. Every claim she made to not ever having known him seemed to hit him full on physically, like he had been slammed by a brick wall.
"Who, who are you?" she asked quietly, slowly lowering her hands from over her mouth. He said nothing, closed his eyes and stepped right up to her. She stood rigid and speechless as he raised his hands behind her head and gently took out her hairclip, letting her hair fall around the side of her face, before very, very gently placing his hands on her waist and leaning down to capture her lips with his. Both of them felt like they had just swallowed a flame torch. She felt a rush of emotions come rushing in, making her head swim in an almost drunken sensation. She slid an arm up around his neck as her knees began to give way - she had no idea where this incredible feeling passion was coming from, but all she seemed to know was that she needed him, in the same way that he needed her. Everything about him was familiar, the way he touched and kissed her, the shape of his body, the way he seemed to know exactly where she liked to be touched. As she felt his arms tighten around her waist and his hands travel up and down her back, she rubbed his chest affectionately, gradually moving up to where his jaw met his neck. This he seemed to enjoy, and she briefly wondered how she had known that he was sensitive there. Lack of oxygen forced them to pull apart, although heavy breathing was impossible. Their mouths were just millimetres away. She blinked a few times, before brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
"...Mahado..." she whispered against his lips, taking a moment to close her eyes and bury her head in his neck. Feeling her whisper his name against his lips made the mage hold her tighter than before and lean his head against hers as his esteem soared and she broke out into racking sobs.
"I thought I'd lost you..."
"I too, until the other day..."
"You're the Dark Magician... You... You defied the Pharaoh so as not to harm me..." she said quietly. He stroked her hair gently - everything about him was warm and loving.
"Nothing could make me harm you... Nothing..."
She removed her head from his neck and looked up at him. "How long do you have? Don't you have to go back...?"
Tears of joy flowed down Mahado's face as he almost burst out into blissful laughter. "No!" he said, "I am staying!"
"Stay with me..." she sobbed, wiping her tears away with her sleeve.
He nuzzled his cheek against hers. "I would never leave you..." he whispered, before leaning down and kissing her neck slowly. He pulled back slightly for a moment, before proceeding to plant small kisses up her neck to just below her earlobe, where he felt her flinch, and began to kiss her again. This time, he began to suck slowly, letting his tongue dance over her skin. She gasped, flung her arms around his neck, and tried not to writhe as he did so. He pulled away to catch his breath, but only caught a fraction of a second, because she pulled him back down and kissed him fiercely. He eased his tongue into her mouth and she moaned into him as he ran his tongue sensually up and down hers...
Meanwhile, outside, Nina, Elizaveta, Seto and Seth had a pretty good idea about what was going on.
"Hey guys..." whispered Elizaveta, standing up from her crouched position by the keyhole, "D'you think we should perhaps give them ten minutes?"
"It is true what they say, leaving two people alone in a room together does provoke romantic emotions!"
"Oh leave them Nina, they have a lot to catch up on."
"Not just talking, by the sounds of it!" Nina purred disapprovingly.
"Just 'cause you don't get any."
"I resent that... Hey, where do you think you're going???!!!" Nina and Elizaveta simultaneously blinked as Seto pulled Seth into the kitchen and shut the door.
"What... Whe... How... What the fuck are you doing here???!!!"
Seth seemed oblivious to the lack of coordination and foul language of his reincarnation's sentance, his blue eyes trained on Seto's in a mysterious way that made Seto inwardly feel like a small child in the presence of royalty. Seth's aura was also powerful, and he radiated more power from his body than heat. "Your ability to string together a comprehendable sentance in times of surprise is unimpressive, hikari."
Seto seethed. "Answer the question."
"I wished to talk to Mahado, do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes actually!!! How the Hell can you get out of the Rod when you want to?"
Seth sighed. "I am an Abhorsen. I can do pretty much whatever I please."
"So why didn't you show yourself before when Marik had the Rod???!!!"
"To reveal myself to Dark Marik at that time would have been foolish. And besides, it did not matter to me or to you, and you needed the time."
Seto mentally bit his lip before exploding again. "For what??? Exactly???!!!"
"To come to your numb little senses."
"Look..."
"No, you look! Why is it the Egyptian part that you are so afraid of? You can embrace all of your other powers, including Free Magic, and be fine, so what is it about the Millennium Items and myself that seems to make you squirm?"
"What the Hell are you on about now???!!!"
"Do you want to know what I think?"
"No."
"Well you are going to hear it anyway." he said dangerously, sharpening his gaze, "You dislike Atem's hikari's little friends. I cannot say I adhere to them either, to be honest. Too naive. Amongst other things. You know why you dislike them, I do not have to tell you why. But by keeping the Millennium Items at bay, you are effectively keeping them at bay. That was alright at first, you did not know about your powers, so fair enough, and it still would be fair enough, if Destiny did not have a nauseating sense of humour. But, the good thing is, that they do not possess Millennium Items, only Atem and his hikari do. Isis and her hikari possess the Tauk, Shaada and Shaadi, I think his name is, the Key, Mahado the Ring and yourself and I the Rod. Leave the Scales and the Eye out of it, they are Shaada's problem."
"Yugi, Ishizu, Shaadi and Mahado. Yugi is a naive child! Ishizu is insane! Shaadi is God only knows what and Mahado..."
"Is my friend, and the most talented magician I have ever met. His head is screwed on properly! Why do you think we get along? Yugi is naive, and so is Atem, to a small extent. But Atem is my cousin and is not half as foolish as he lets on. Ishizu, like yourself, has had an unpleasant childhood, and also like yourself, has to look out for her brother, hikari. She takes comfort in knowing that she is right. Isis is not half so collected. Yes, Isis is insane, and we tease her about it, and we move on. Neither of them are stupid, and unlike some of Yugi's friends, are mature and intelligent enough to think before they open their mouths. Ishizu and yourself are more similar than you know."
"Oh, and now you're gonna tell me that Shaadi's 'not half as bad as I think' as well??"
Seth shook his head. "No. No, Shaada is worse. Shaada is the one who does not know how old he is. Again, we pat him on the shoulder, and send him in the right direction."
"But..."
"But now your powers are active it is even better! Because if anybody annoys you, you can just turn them into a cockroach."
Seto had to give a tiny nod in agreement. Seth looked down and twiddled the Rod between his fingers lightly, before looking a little sad.
"What?"
Seth held out the palm of his hand to the side, and blue orbs and greeny-lights swirled above his skin. They took some kind of shape, which glowed almost fiercely and he gathered it in his hand. "If you do nothing else for me..." he said seriously, although a hint of emotion made his voice quiver fractionally, "Please, just give this to Serenity." he held the glowing object in his hand.
On closer inspection, Seto could see that it was a pendant, with a beautiful silver Blue-Eyes White Dragon, with diamonds around it's wings and sapphires in it's eyes. It was about the size of a pill-packet and attached to two slight yet long silver chains which ended in clasps. Sensing deeper, he felt a powerful magical aura around it, not dissimilar from what he could sense when a Millennium Item was near, but this was not so, looming, as an Item, and did not seem so dark. He extended his hand and took it from Seth who eyed it almost endearingly, before dropping it carefully into his palm, where the glow faded. "What is it?" he asked.
Seth's stare penetrated his soul again. "I think you know."
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After the episode with Seth, Seto had left Mahado and Péséraelle... Peseshet... Whoever the Hell she was, with Elizaveta and Nina at the mansion and gone to work. He was happy to leave them with Elizaveta, she was alright, he dared to say, but the thought of the British flag flying from the upstairs windows crossed his mind when he thought of Nina being left. There were still some things he had to clean up though. As in Seth. He really did not want a yami, he liked to keep his mind to himself, thank you very much. He did not mind using the Rod's powers, as such, but there was too much about him, his past, his present, that he wanted to carry with him, and only him, to the grave and beyond. And Seth had also been correct about him not wanting to be any closer to Yugi's groupies. They had always made him feel uneasy, like there was something totally wrong with him, despite that, even if maybe there was, it was not his fault.
He didn't even want to think about it. Having Mahado around was hard enough, let alone Seth as well. Seto was glad that, given that Mahado was 5ft11 and he was 6ft4, his clothes were too long for him - although he was a tall 5ft11, Elizaveta had said he was more like six foot - and Elizaveta and Péséraelle had decided that taking him into town to go shopping was perhaps not the best idea. Despite Mahado being a little familiar with a few twenty-first century contraptions, due to the various battlefields he had been summoned to; skyscrapers, roads, cars and modern attire, for example, he was still not familiar with household appliances, or, household anything, to be totally honest. He was not too phased by anything, or if he was he did well concealing it. However, when Elizaveta had called Yugi to tell him the news, he had warned her, from a previous experience, 'not to introduce him to the dishwasher for at least a couple of months'. To this, she had nodded like Churchill the insurance head-bopping dog in agreement.
Elizaveta had then also called a friend, who, thank God, Seto thought, had no connection to Yugi's gang whatsoever, and asked him to temporarily donate some clothes. They were sorting that out now as Seto thought. Striding into his office, slamming the door behind him with a vengence and dropping himself into his comfortable spinny office chair, he sighed contentedly at hearing the familiar and comforting whir and LCD glow of his computer and settled down to type. But surely this glorious peace and quiet could not last for long...
"Well there you are!!! I've been worried sick about you!!!"
Seto's face deteriorated into a murderous one. He had to do something about that computer. "I was gone for a day!!!"
"Precisely!!! I thought you'd died or something!!!"
"Thanks for your vote of confidence."
"Arnold and I were wondering what was going on!"
Seto's hand froze on the keyboard. "Who the Hell is Arnold?"
"Our back-up miniframe."
"You called our back-up miniframe Arnold?"
"You just have to burst my bubble, don't you?"
"It seems to be becoming a regular arrangement. So go on. You're dying to tell me. What happened when I was gone?"
"Well, the same old really, Siegfried called ranting about something, Helen couldn't understand what he was saying though, and it was Johan's day off." (A/N: 'Johan Hirsch' in German is pronounced 'Yo-han Hee-er-ssh'. )
"Hm. Figures." he said, double-clicking on 'attach-files'. Johan Hirsch was the company's official German translator, and everything German that Seto himself didn't deal with, he dealt with, and Seto normally did it on the days when Herr Hirsch was not at work. Unfortunately, Helen, Seto's green haired boffin-like yet incredibly efficient PA, spoke English, French, Spanish and Mandarin, but not German. Not that Siegfried didn't know this. Call Helen on Thursday mornings or Saturday afternoons and he would automatically be put straight through, because there was no Herr Hirsch.
"Oh, and did you get drunk in the Bahamas recently by any chance?"
Seto choked on his sip of coffee. "WHAT???"
"Well, I dunno, it's just that I swear I saw you yesterday."
"I didn't come in yesterday."
"Tell me about it."
Seto paused. "So what was the 'drunk in the Bahamas' comment in aid of?"
"It may have been my colour sensors being weird. It's just I swear I saw you, only for a few seconds, and my colour sensors depicted that your skin tone was a few shades darker than usual."
Seto froze. His face paled and his palms began to feel damp. "It's your colour sensors." he lied quickly, "That explains the Bahamas. So why would I have been drunk?"
"Ahem, attire. That was a funky hat... Are you alright Seto?"
Seto clenched his fists and began to vent poisonous fumes. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that???!!!"
The Computer would have smirked if it had lips. "I'm a computer. Whattya gonna do? Unplug me???"
Seto began to lower his head to the desk, but looked up as she/it answered. "No, but I could disable your CPU."
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Seto had to cover his ears for the duration of this outburst, "I'll be brain-dead!!!"
"That's a point. Hmm..." he tapped his fingers together in a way that said 'I'm an evil scheming businessman', "I'll turn your volume right down, so I can still use you, but you can't annoy me. You can't you can't you can't!"
"You're crushing my soul."
"I really don't care." he said, shuffling through papers and moving some into the out-tray. "Load my inbox."
"Which folder?"
"All." he said, as the Computer typed and the password, which was made up out of gibberish, numbers and punctuation.
"I've deleted those in 'Bulk', and some of those timewasters in 'Public Relations', but you do have a new promo to give the thumbs up or down to, but that's little. So, starting with 'Sales', monthly reports from all seven main international branches in, I'll send those to the laser and back-up 'em up, then in 'Stock', we have orders from the regulars to be read, allowed or disallowed, and the sent to be processed, none in 'Manufacture', I guess all's good there, 'Media' is surprisingly good today. They're laying off you because of something Deutsche Robotische Mechanik are doing, someone had an affair with someone else, and it's a bit messy at the moment, anyway they're swamping the poor buggars over there right now. And, you have one in 'Personal'."
Seto frowned. "Open it."
"Sure."
The Computer opened a new window and loaded the e-mail. It read from Seto,
Mokuba gave me your address. I just haven't spoken to you in a while, getting hold of you is so difficult, with Joey and all, and it's always easier to hide behind writing. And that feels like what I'm doing. I just don't know where I stand with you, where we stand. I have these butterflies in my stomach that make me feel sick every time I see you, or even hear your name. I know you don't like loveydovey. I have to see you. I just feel I might be letting you down and hurting you if I'm not trying enough for us. I couldn't live with that. We have to find a way to see each other, not seeing you is driving me crazy. Meet me at the far end of the orchard today at seven.
I love you,
'Ren XxX'
There was a thud as Seto's head hit the desk.
"Damnit!!!"
"Why 'damnit', Seto? You just got a message from your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend."
The answer came out of Seto's mouth like a packet of sweets falls out of the vending-machine after a certain code has been punched in, and he inwardly cursed himself for letting it. This vending-machine effect was controlling almost everything he said. However, the Computer knew exactly which codes to punch in, and when technical errors occured.
"Oh really? Last week's webcam begs to differ. You honestly think I didn't notice you two sucking on each others' faces like the Apocalypse was tomorrow? I mean wow! Talk about condensation on the LCD screen!!! But let's get one thing straight: I was on your desk first!!! Okay???"
Seto felt his cheeks warm. "Wh... What?"
"So were you drunk? 'Cause..."
Seto finished her trail of thought. "And we're back to the 'drunk in the Bahamas'..."
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Serenity let her weight fall against the rough yet comforting bark of the nearest apple tree as she let out a sigh of exasperation. She ran her hand through her fringe apprehensively. She was so kidding herself. She honestly didn't know what was going on. His kisses had never seemed fake, nor the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear, but recently he had been, well, they hadn't talked face to face for a while. He was the last person on Earth she had expected to fall in love with, and she couldn't quite explain it. And what surprised her more was that he had returned her feelings. That to her was strange. She would have expected him to commit suicide before showing symptoms of having feelings for anyone other than himself and his little brother, yet no, he seemed to be equally in love with her. Joey had told her it was suspicious, and even then, she thought it better only to fill him in on the slightest, most minor of details.
She checked her watch.
6:57pm.
She looked around. No sign yet. Why didn't she just go to his office, like she did last time? That would have made more sense, but she wanted to be, on her turf, so to speak. And she didn't want to be seen leaving Kaiba Corporation's HQ building - the media was evil, and she didn't want to be identified as his wife, or worse, a whore of some kind.
6:59pm.
Why did she feel like she was in the Big Brother House at that moment?
Three...
Two...
One...
"Serenity?"
A chain of apple blossoms suddenly left the tree behind her in a gust of wind and blew across the orchard. She almost didn't hear the voice. She flicked her hair out of her eyes and turned around to see a human speck in the flurry of pink blossom. The speck came closer, every step it took crunching softly in the thick layer of apple blossoms that had fallen from the trees.
"I'm sorry Serenity..." Seto Kaiba's face becoming distinguishable as he said the words.
She took a few steps towards him. "Why are you sorry?"
"I'm the reason you're confused. This... Us... It's going to be difficult..."
She hung her head. "I understand..."
"No!" he said, stepping up to her and putting his hands on her shoulders, "I understand that I can't put this on hold because I have other things on my mind... And... It would probably be better for both of us... If... If we didn't see each other again." he drew her into an embrace as he saw tears begin to leak out of her eyes, "But..." he said, taking a fresh tone, "I couldn't bear to do that."
She looked up at him confusedly and sniffed. "Wh... What?"
"I don't really know why... And I've been confused myself because I can't trust people. But I can't help... Not this..."
"I'm sorry if I scared you..."
"I scared myself."
"But you are scared that you might get hurt." she said, and mentally nodded to herself as he looked down and then to the side guiltily, "I won't hurt you, Seto."
"I have something for you." he said, taking out the pendant, "Well, Seth gave it to me to give to you, he said it was important that you get it. I think I know what it is."
She gasped and eyed it warily, like it was too beautiful to touch. "It's beautiful... But, what do you think it is?"
"I think it's a Charter Seal." he said, "I think Seth made it to act like the Millennium Items."
"Huh?"
"It doesn't have evil in it, and it doesn't have any Magical side effects, seeing as it's Charter spelled, I think, but otherwise it will be like holding a Millennium Item, except that it won't react to other Items when they're activated."
"So?"
"Take a wild guess." he replied slyly, and she bit her lip, having received the message.
"I can deal with it." she said, before throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him like there was no tomorrow. There were not words to describe how happy she was at that moment. She could even have been kidding herself into believing that she was flying, indeed, her feet had left the floor as he had fastened his arms around her slim waist and lifted her clean off the floor, spinning her around. Both of them had started laughing their heads off in sheer bliss. It felt strange to finally hear him laugh - like the feeling you get when you just know everything is going to go your way for once in your life.
"You'll get dizzy!!!" she struggled to say through fits of laughter as his feet made a trail through the deep layer of blossom that covered the ground in a fluffy pale pink carpet.
"No I won't!!!"
"Yes you will!!!"
"I won't!!!"
"You..."
Both of them laughed harder and she held onto him tighter as he continued to spin. Seto suddenly felt his knees begin to buckle as a distinct lack of oxygen became apparent in his head. It looked to him like his vision was an image which was being rotated around on it's side. He felt a thud, and a dull ache in his left shoulder-blade and back, but it wasn't half as painful as the heaving of his abdomen and the beating of his heart.
Serenity screamed as she realised that he was spiralling to the ground, and had to spit out a mouthfull of blossom in order to get her next words past her lips. "Just did!!!"
Their laughter began to quell slowly as deep breaths and longing took over. She was on top of him, her right hand deeply entwined in his soft chocolate brown hair, with his arms holding her tightly to him. For someone so cold, his body was so so warm. Slowly, she leant down to kiss him, and he strained his neck up in anticipation, longing to feel that sweetness again. He began to realise that his own personal pleasure, no matter how wonderful it was, was not the main source of his feelings. He was beginning to understand that every fibre of his being wanted to give her everything, to make her happy, to increase her pleasure, and only then could he care about himself. Her pleasure was his.
"Let's have a movie night-in sometime." she said, pulling away gently.
Seto let his head fall back onto the soft blossoms. "Yeah..."
"Hm... Have you ever seen the Blackadder series?"
He searched his brain briefly. "Nope."
She giggled. "I didn't think so. It's a British sitcom thing that's quite old now, but it's the funniest I've ever seen."
"With Rowan Atkinson and Hugh Laurie?"
"Yeah that's the one! I haven't watched it in ages..." her voice became quieter, "Do you wanna see that?"
He smiled gently. "Sure. It'll have to be my house though."
She grinned. "Yeah, come to think of it, Joey might just skin you alive."
"I'll call you about it." he said, his right hand reaching up to stroke her hair, and gently lowering her to his lips again. Love and passion seared, wrapping themselves securely around the young couple, tying them together in an impossible, inescapable knot.
And so the blossoms fell.
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WildEm: Aw... Sweet... Of course I don't mind hearing it from you guys. I chose Blackadder because it is hilariously funny and I thought that with Seto and Seren something funny would probably be romantic, and Seto needs a good laugh lol. I don't mind if you guys suggest something else, but, just know this, Churchill does my car insurance!!!
Churchill: Oh, yes!
