The Diamond Star
Chapter 8: I Am NOT!
Disclaimer: not mine...sad..._
The next afternoon, Seto knocked on Seraphim's door, expecting her to answer. She had been in there all day. Seto thought she might have been mad at him again. When he heard nothing, Seto eased the door open quietly. "Seraphim?" he whispered.
Seraphim was sleeping peacefully on her bed. Seto smiled, she looked so innocent just lying there. He wanted to hold her close and swear to protect her for all eternity. 'Listen to yourself Seto,' he commanded. 'She can't love you, she's...immortal for one thing! And she's part angel. Why would an angel love anyone so cold and heartless as you?' Seto sighed sadly. They had four days left together, just four days. Then he would be out of her hair forever.
Seto walked over to sit on the side of Seraphim's bed. He gazed lovingly at her, for lack of a better word, angelic features. If he had to describe an angel in one word, it would be her. Ironic that her name actually meant angel. Seto ran his fingers through Seraphim's long hair. Brushing it out of her face. Then, hesitantly, he ran his fingers over her lips. Shivering, he remembered their kiss. The electric spark that shot through the both of them. And her eyes, wide and shocked.
"Mmm, Seto?" Seraphim opened her eyes slowly. She moved to sit up on the bed, but promptly fell back down. "Oooh," she put a hand to her forehead.
"Seraphim!" Seto leaned forward to catch her. "Seraphim, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Y-yeah Seto, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?" she asked, smiling weakly.
"Are...you sure?" Seto demanded.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise," Seraphim nudged Seto to get him off the bed. Throwing off the covers, she proceeded to get out of bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, Seraphim stood and walked about five feet before collapsing into Seto's arms. "I just tripped!" she exclaimed, trying to cover up.
"No Seraphim," Seto stated firmly, "you most assuredly did NOT trip."
"I'm fine!" Seraphim struggled feebly against Seto's strong grip. "Let me go!"
Seto shook his head, "No, you stay right here in bed. You are sick. I'm going down to make you something to eat. Soup or something. Stay here," he commanded, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed.
"Seto! I am not sick!" Seraphim exclaimed.
Placing her on the bed carefully, Seto tucked Seraphim in. "Now you be a good little girl and stay in bed while Seto makes you soup," he said smiling, as if he was scolding a small child.
Seraphim was about to get back out of bed when Seto pushed her back down. "And stay there," he warned, "Or else I'll need to find some rope and tie you there."
Seraphim grumbled dejectedly, she knew Seto would and could find that rope. Besides, with her sick (she finally admitted it to herself) she would easily be overpowered by him. "Fine," she sighed, slumping back on the bed. "Go make your stupid soup." Scowling, Seraphim dove under the covers.
Seto shook his head at the ill half-angel and walked down to the kitchen to make his soup.
Meanwhile, Seraphim peeked out from under the covers. "Good, he's gone," she smiled defiantly. Standing weakly and supporting herself on the wall, she made her way outside to the hallway.
'Just a bit further,' she thought as she slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. 'Okay, okay, steady now.' She had just come to the kitchen door and was trying not to fall down.
In the kitchen, Seto was humming ("humming?!" you say? well, its MY fic so nyah nyah!) and making Seraphim's soup. He had all the ingredients simmering in a pot and had just checked to see how they were doing.
Just then, Seraphim walked in the door. "Mmm, smells good Seto," she murmured.
Seto turned around, "Seraphim! You're supposed to be resting!"
"I know, I couldn't...so I decided to come down and see how you were," Seraphim smiled.
"Well, how do you feel?" asked Seto.
Seraphim blushed, "Um...like crap."
"Seraphim!" Seto sighed. "Okay, well, why don't you go and sit by the window and try to rest. I'll call you when the soup's ready."
"Oh alright," Seraphim started for the living room when she "tripped" again. "Oof!" she exclaimed as she fell flat on her face.
"Seraphim!" Seto exclaimed once again. "Here, let me help you." Picking her up, Seto carried Seraphim to the couch near the living room window. "Now stay here until the soup is finished. I'll come over and carry you to the table. It'll probably be about half an hour." With that, Seto walked back towards the kitchen.
'He's so good to me,' thought Seraphim, smiling slightly. 'Why would he be so nice to ME? I mean, I'm only another girl. Why would he devote himself so much to me in this short time that we've known each other. I don't even know that much about him. He's so secretive, but fun at the same time. I...I've fallen so quickly for him. How? He's...mortal. He's a guardian, true, which means that he has an immortal soul. But...does that mean his body is immortal as well?' Seraphim brooded over these new thoughts.
'I wish I could read his mind, find out if he has feelings for me too. But then,' she smiled wryly, 'I would be too afraid to check, for fear of what I may find. Rejection.' The word stung at her heart. She was half-angel, and that meant feeling more keenly than mortals emotions.
"Seto..." the word rolled off her tongue so nicely. Seraphim smiled. Everything would work out, right? things had a way of doing that, working out for the best. So, why not enjoy what she had? 'Because you're scared of loosing him,' her conscience muttered.
Seraphim began to doze. Soon, she was sleeping like a baby with Seto's face shadowing her mind.
Later on, Seto came to the couch to tell Seraphim the soup was ready. He saw her sleeping peacefully. Smiling at how fragile she looked, curled up like a cat, he brushed her smooth cheek with is rough, calloused hand and sighed. "Seraphim..." he said softly.
"Hm? Oh, hi Seto," Seraphim opened her eyes sleepily.
"How do you feel now?"
"Um, a little better."
"Are you hungry?" Seto sat down next to her on the couch.
"Yeah, I think so," Seraphim smiled.
"Alright then," Seto picked Seraphim up and carried her to the table. There, Seraphim gasped. Seto had really out-done himself. The table was set lavishly and the soup smelled delicious. Seraphim grinned.
"Wow Seto, this is wonderful!" Seraphim tasted the soup. "And where did you learn to cook like this?"
Seto smirked. "I picked up a few things here and there."
After the delicious meal, Seraphim made a mental note to find out where Seto learned how to cook so well, Seto took Seraphim upstairs to her bed. "Go to sleep now, maybe this will have gone by tomorrow," he said softly.
"Yeah, well," Seraphim yawned, "Night Seto." She snuggled into her blankets.
"Night Seraphim," Seto leaned down to stroke her hair. Then, slowly, he bent down to kiss her forehead. "Sweet dreams angel."
Walking to his own room, Seto noticed his cell phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hi big brother!" Mokuba was on the other line.
"Hey kiddo," Seto sighed.
"Where have you been? I tried calling the house but you weren't there. The secretary said you went CAMPING," Mokuba sounded worried.
"I'm fine, I'm with...a...friend."
"Oh," Mokuba was silent for a moment, "Are you with a girl?"
This time it was Seto's turn to become quiet. Seto heard Mokuba laughing on the other end.
"Well, don't do anything bad Seto!" he laughed. "I have to go now."
"Okay, bye Mokuba," said Seto.
"Bye!"
Somewhere, deep in the heart of the Sahara desert, a computer screen flashed. "We got a lock on the emerald leaf boss," someone said.
"Perfect, soon we'll pay a little...visit...to Seto Kaiba and his newest...acquaintance: Princess Seraphim."
Yay, chapter um...8? is done? I think its 8. ^-^ okay, since people took so looooong to review last time, we'll just have seven reviews. Kinda in the middle. k? okay! :)
Chapter 8: I Am NOT!
Disclaimer: not mine...sad..._
The next afternoon, Seto knocked on Seraphim's door, expecting her to answer. She had been in there all day. Seto thought she might have been mad at him again. When he heard nothing, Seto eased the door open quietly. "Seraphim?" he whispered.
Seraphim was sleeping peacefully on her bed. Seto smiled, she looked so innocent just lying there. He wanted to hold her close and swear to protect her for all eternity. 'Listen to yourself Seto,' he commanded. 'She can't love you, she's...immortal for one thing! And she's part angel. Why would an angel love anyone so cold and heartless as you?' Seto sighed sadly. They had four days left together, just four days. Then he would be out of her hair forever.
Seto walked over to sit on the side of Seraphim's bed. He gazed lovingly at her, for lack of a better word, angelic features. If he had to describe an angel in one word, it would be her. Ironic that her name actually meant angel. Seto ran his fingers through Seraphim's long hair. Brushing it out of her face. Then, hesitantly, he ran his fingers over her lips. Shivering, he remembered their kiss. The electric spark that shot through the both of them. And her eyes, wide and shocked.
"Mmm, Seto?" Seraphim opened her eyes slowly. She moved to sit up on the bed, but promptly fell back down. "Oooh," she put a hand to her forehead.
"Seraphim!" Seto leaned forward to catch her. "Seraphim, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Y-yeah Seto, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?" she asked, smiling weakly.
"Are...you sure?" Seto demanded.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I promise," Seraphim nudged Seto to get him off the bed. Throwing off the covers, she proceeded to get out of bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, Seraphim stood and walked about five feet before collapsing into Seto's arms. "I just tripped!" she exclaimed, trying to cover up.
"No Seraphim," Seto stated firmly, "you most assuredly did NOT trip."
"I'm fine!" Seraphim struggled feebly against Seto's strong grip. "Let me go!"
Seto shook his head, "No, you stay right here in bed. You are sick. I'm going down to make you something to eat. Soup or something. Stay here," he commanded, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed.
"Seto! I am not sick!" Seraphim exclaimed.
Placing her on the bed carefully, Seto tucked Seraphim in. "Now you be a good little girl and stay in bed while Seto makes you soup," he said smiling, as if he was scolding a small child.
Seraphim was about to get back out of bed when Seto pushed her back down. "And stay there," he warned, "Or else I'll need to find some rope and tie you there."
Seraphim grumbled dejectedly, she knew Seto would and could find that rope. Besides, with her sick (she finally admitted it to herself) she would easily be overpowered by him. "Fine," she sighed, slumping back on the bed. "Go make your stupid soup." Scowling, Seraphim dove under the covers.
Seto shook his head at the ill half-angel and walked down to the kitchen to make his soup.
Meanwhile, Seraphim peeked out from under the covers. "Good, he's gone," she smiled defiantly. Standing weakly and supporting herself on the wall, she made her way outside to the hallway.
'Just a bit further,' she thought as she slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. 'Okay, okay, steady now.' She had just come to the kitchen door and was trying not to fall down.
In the kitchen, Seto was humming ("humming?!" you say? well, its MY fic so nyah nyah!) and making Seraphim's soup. He had all the ingredients simmering in a pot and had just checked to see how they were doing.
Just then, Seraphim walked in the door. "Mmm, smells good Seto," she murmured.
Seto turned around, "Seraphim! You're supposed to be resting!"
"I know, I couldn't...so I decided to come down and see how you were," Seraphim smiled.
"Well, how do you feel?" asked Seto.
Seraphim blushed, "Um...like crap."
"Seraphim!" Seto sighed. "Okay, well, why don't you go and sit by the window and try to rest. I'll call you when the soup's ready."
"Oh alright," Seraphim started for the living room when she "tripped" again. "Oof!" she exclaimed as she fell flat on her face.
"Seraphim!" Seto exclaimed once again. "Here, let me help you." Picking her up, Seto carried Seraphim to the couch near the living room window. "Now stay here until the soup is finished. I'll come over and carry you to the table. It'll probably be about half an hour." With that, Seto walked back towards the kitchen.
'He's so good to me,' thought Seraphim, smiling slightly. 'Why would he be so nice to ME? I mean, I'm only another girl. Why would he devote himself so much to me in this short time that we've known each other. I don't even know that much about him. He's so secretive, but fun at the same time. I...I've fallen so quickly for him. How? He's...mortal. He's a guardian, true, which means that he has an immortal soul. But...does that mean his body is immortal as well?' Seraphim brooded over these new thoughts.
'I wish I could read his mind, find out if he has feelings for me too. But then,' she smiled wryly, 'I would be too afraid to check, for fear of what I may find. Rejection.' The word stung at her heart. She was half-angel, and that meant feeling more keenly than mortals emotions.
"Seto..." the word rolled off her tongue so nicely. Seraphim smiled. Everything would work out, right? things had a way of doing that, working out for the best. So, why not enjoy what she had? 'Because you're scared of loosing him,' her conscience muttered.
Seraphim began to doze. Soon, she was sleeping like a baby with Seto's face shadowing her mind.
Later on, Seto came to the couch to tell Seraphim the soup was ready. He saw her sleeping peacefully. Smiling at how fragile she looked, curled up like a cat, he brushed her smooth cheek with is rough, calloused hand and sighed. "Seraphim..." he said softly.
"Hm? Oh, hi Seto," Seraphim opened her eyes sleepily.
"How do you feel now?"
"Um, a little better."
"Are you hungry?" Seto sat down next to her on the couch.
"Yeah, I think so," Seraphim smiled.
"Alright then," Seto picked Seraphim up and carried her to the table. There, Seraphim gasped. Seto had really out-done himself. The table was set lavishly and the soup smelled delicious. Seraphim grinned.
"Wow Seto, this is wonderful!" Seraphim tasted the soup. "And where did you learn to cook like this?"
Seto smirked. "I picked up a few things here and there."
After the delicious meal, Seraphim made a mental note to find out where Seto learned how to cook so well, Seto took Seraphim upstairs to her bed. "Go to sleep now, maybe this will have gone by tomorrow," he said softly.
"Yeah, well," Seraphim yawned, "Night Seto." She snuggled into her blankets.
"Night Seraphim," Seto leaned down to stroke her hair. Then, slowly, he bent down to kiss her forehead. "Sweet dreams angel."
Walking to his own room, Seto noticed his cell phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hi big brother!" Mokuba was on the other line.
"Hey kiddo," Seto sighed.
"Where have you been? I tried calling the house but you weren't there. The secretary said you went CAMPING," Mokuba sounded worried.
"I'm fine, I'm with...a...friend."
"Oh," Mokuba was silent for a moment, "Are you with a girl?"
This time it was Seto's turn to become quiet. Seto heard Mokuba laughing on the other end.
"Well, don't do anything bad Seto!" he laughed. "I have to go now."
"Okay, bye Mokuba," said Seto.
"Bye!"
Somewhere, deep in the heart of the Sahara desert, a computer screen flashed. "We got a lock on the emerald leaf boss," someone said.
"Perfect, soon we'll pay a little...visit...to Seto Kaiba and his newest...acquaintance: Princess Seraphim."
Yay, chapter um...8? is done? I think its 8. ^-^ okay, since people took so looooong to review last time, we'll just have seven reviews. Kinda in the middle. k? okay! :)