The Diamond Star
Chapter 9: Three Days Left
Disclaimer: no one is mine cept for seraphim and ksho. :( waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. and i can't help posting. it annoys me to have chapters and not post them.
The next morning, Seraphim awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. "Mmm, something smells good..." She opened her eyes and saw Seto at the door with two laden trays.
"Morning Seraphim," he said.
"Morning Seto, wow, is all that for me?" she asked, looking at the tray.
"Well, one tray is. I woke up early and decided to make you breakfast in bed," Seto grinned.
"That's so sweet of you Seto," Seraphim smiled happily. "Looks delicious," she added when he set down the tray in front of her.
"So, how are you feeling today?" Seto asked, sitting next to Seraphim on the bed.
"Um, better. Probably just need some more rest and I'll be good as new," Seraphim beamed. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"It was no problem," Seto blushed.
Seraphim tentatively picked up a fork and started to eat. "Seto, this tastes great!"
Seto grinned, "Glad you like it."
For a short while, they ate in silence. Just happy to enjoy the other's company. Then it suddenly hit Seraphim, they only had three days left. The thought made Seraphim scowl slightly. But Seto noticed.
"Is something wrong with the food?" he asked worriedly.
"Hm?" Seraphim snapped out of her reverie. "Oh, no the food's fine. I was just thinking, you've been here so long that...I'm going to be so bored when you leave." Leave...the word stung. Leave meant probably never seeing each other again. But of course, each thought that THAT was what the other wanted. So both of them just put on a happy face and tried to enjoy the rest of the meal.
When Seto got up to take the dishes, Seraphim slid out of bed. "Let me help with that," she said cheerfully, taking a tray.
"Oh, thanks Seraphim," said Seto.
"Well, least I can do since you made me breakfast right?" Seraphim smiled.
After doing the breakfast dishes, Seto made Seraphim go back to bed in hopes of her being cured the next day. The second-to-the last day of his "vacation." Seraphim grudgingly agreed.
Later that day, Seto poked his head into Seraphim's room to check on her. She was sleeping soundly with her hair fanning across the pillow. 'She looks so peaceful,' he thought.
He sat down on the bed. Would it be too much to ask for her to love him back? Would it? Seto sighed. Of course it would. She was too good for the likes of him. How could she ever...
"Seto," Seraphim whispered, rolling over in her sleep.
Seto froze. Was she...dreaming about...HIM? He could have leaped for joy. She was dreaming about him! A dopey-looking grin plastered itself on his face. She was dreaming about him, she was dreaming about HIM!!!
She was mumbling something, Seto leaned forward. "mm, so nice. ...miss...mmm...Seto..." He couldn't catch all the words.
Seto decided he had disturbed the peace of the room enough and got up to leave. On his way out, he whispered to his sleeping angel, "I love you Seraphim." Then he was gone.
In her dreams, Seraphim heard his voice. It echoed in the wall-less void of her subconscious. "I love you Seraphim..." Seraphim rolled over again, smiling contentedly.
A few hours later, Seraphim got up from her nap. It was about three in the afternoon and she felt wonderful. 'Things to find out: where Seto became such a good cook, where Seto because such a good nanny...' she thought absent-mindedly to herself. 'Speaking of which...where is Seto?'
"Seto!" she called, it echoed through the empty halls. 'Where could he have gone?'
Seto was in Seraphim's living room. He sat silently on the couch, asleep. Taking care of Seraphim had made him tired and he decided he would rest his eyes for a bit. Of course, he didn't realize how tired he had been and ended up falling asleep. Seraphim walked into the living room quietly. "Oh..." she whispered.
She sat down next to Seto, staring at him. 'So sweet,' she mused. 'He looks so child-like when he's not awake to keep his cold mask in place.' Seraphim stared lovingly at his face. After checking to make sure if he was really asleep, she bent down to whisper in his ear. "I love you Seto Kaiba."
Just then, Seto woke up. "Hi Seraphim," he yawned sleepily.
"H-hi, um, Seto," Seraphim stammered. 'Oh my gosh! Did he hear me???'
"What?"
"Um, you have bed head," Seraphim said, sighing with relief. 'Okay, so I guess he didn't hear me...'
"Do you have a brush or something?" asked Seto, trying vainly to flatten his hair.
"Yeah, somewhere in here," she looked through the drawer of a small table next to the couch. "Ah, here it is." She handed Seto the brush.
"Thanks."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Huh," Seto tried to tame his hair.
"Well, I'm feeling better now so what do you want to do?" Seraphim asked.
Seto shrugged, "Let's just sit here and do nothing. It's supposed to be very relaxing."
Seraphim laughed. "Fine, you stay here. I'm going to make dinner to pay you back for the great meals you've been making me."
Seto watched her leave. So graceful, poised, and smart yet oblivious to her own beauty. Would she ever know how much he cared for her? 'No,' he told himself. 'She won't, because SOMEONE is too proud to tell her.'
Seto sighed, he was letting his pride get in the way. Rejection was something that just didn't happen to him. Well, something that didn't happen to him before he met Seraphim. Remembering that first time she pushed him away Seto said to himself, 'Okay, I'm going to tell her tomorrow. It's going to work out. It's going to work out. It's going to work out.' He repeated this mantra in his head over and over a few hundred times.
Meanwhile, Seraphim was in the kitchen. About every five seconds she would check on what she was making and question, 'I wonder if Seto'll like it.'
He was her world and she didn't know WHAT she would do without him.
Seraphim sighed. "I've got to tell him. I've got to tell him I love him," she affirmed. "I've got to do it. I'm going to do it. Soon. Yeah, soon."
With that over and done with, she went back to cooking. Then the kitchen timer went off. "Yay, it's done." Seraphim went to take out the roast from the oven. "Owie! Hot Hot Hot!!!"
She finally got all the food onto the dinner table. Then, she went to the living room to find Seto.
"Seeeeeeetooooooo," she called.
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready," Seraphim smiled happily.
Seto followed her to the table. "Seraphim, this...you...wow," was all he could say.
Seraphim had been bored and decided to decorate the food. She had made those neat sculpture things that the fancy restaurants have on their highly priced items. She had also pulled out the most beautiful china Seto had ever seen.
"Seraphim, what happens if they break?" he asked.
"Naw, they won't break. You won't break them, I won't break them, they won't break," she said.
Seto gave Seraphim a strange look but said no more about the china. Then they began to eat. "Seraphim, this stuff is great. Where did YOU learn to cook?"
"No, I asked to first...yesterday, you tell me where you learned to cook first," Seraphim smirked.
"I learned from watching the food channel on T.V. at home," Seto said.
"I learned from the cooks at the palace when I was small," Seraphim replied. "They had all kinds of delicious dishes they would try to teach me to prepare. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. Sometimes I pretended I was really one of them instead of a princess."
"Sounds like fun," Seto chuckled.
"Yeah, it was."
After dinner, the two of them washed the dishes and decided to turn in. "Don't want you getting sick again Sere," Seto teased.
Seraphim only sighed. He could be an scamp sometimes. "Night Seto," she said.
"Night Seraphim," Seto smiled.
Seraphim gave him his nightly peck on the cheek and walked into her room, humming an ancient tune from her childhood.
Seto went to his own room. 'Tomorrow,' he thought. 'Tomorrow's the day.'
And that would be the end of chapter 9. :) r&r? please? PLEASE???
Chapter 9: Three Days Left
Disclaimer: no one is mine cept for seraphim and ksho. :( waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. and i can't help posting. it annoys me to have chapters and not post them.
The next morning, Seraphim awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. "Mmm, something smells good..." She opened her eyes and saw Seto at the door with two laden trays.
"Morning Seraphim," he said.
"Morning Seto, wow, is all that for me?" she asked, looking at the tray.
"Well, one tray is. I woke up early and decided to make you breakfast in bed," Seto grinned.
"That's so sweet of you Seto," Seraphim smiled happily. "Looks delicious," she added when he set down the tray in front of her.
"So, how are you feeling today?" Seto asked, sitting next to Seraphim on the bed.
"Um, better. Probably just need some more rest and I'll be good as new," Seraphim beamed. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"It was no problem," Seto blushed.
Seraphim tentatively picked up a fork and started to eat. "Seto, this tastes great!"
Seto grinned, "Glad you like it."
For a short while, they ate in silence. Just happy to enjoy the other's company. Then it suddenly hit Seraphim, they only had three days left. The thought made Seraphim scowl slightly. But Seto noticed.
"Is something wrong with the food?" he asked worriedly.
"Hm?" Seraphim snapped out of her reverie. "Oh, no the food's fine. I was just thinking, you've been here so long that...I'm going to be so bored when you leave." Leave...the word stung. Leave meant probably never seeing each other again. But of course, each thought that THAT was what the other wanted. So both of them just put on a happy face and tried to enjoy the rest of the meal.
When Seto got up to take the dishes, Seraphim slid out of bed. "Let me help with that," she said cheerfully, taking a tray.
"Oh, thanks Seraphim," said Seto.
"Well, least I can do since you made me breakfast right?" Seraphim smiled.
After doing the breakfast dishes, Seto made Seraphim go back to bed in hopes of her being cured the next day. The second-to-the last day of his "vacation." Seraphim grudgingly agreed.
Later that day, Seto poked his head into Seraphim's room to check on her. She was sleeping soundly with her hair fanning across the pillow. 'She looks so peaceful,' he thought.
He sat down on the bed. Would it be too much to ask for her to love him back? Would it? Seto sighed. Of course it would. She was too good for the likes of him. How could she ever...
"Seto," Seraphim whispered, rolling over in her sleep.
Seto froze. Was she...dreaming about...HIM? He could have leaped for joy. She was dreaming about him! A dopey-looking grin plastered itself on his face. She was dreaming about him, she was dreaming about HIM!!!
She was mumbling something, Seto leaned forward. "mm, so nice. ...miss...mmm...Seto..." He couldn't catch all the words.
Seto decided he had disturbed the peace of the room enough and got up to leave. On his way out, he whispered to his sleeping angel, "I love you Seraphim." Then he was gone.
In her dreams, Seraphim heard his voice. It echoed in the wall-less void of her subconscious. "I love you Seraphim..." Seraphim rolled over again, smiling contentedly.
A few hours later, Seraphim got up from her nap. It was about three in the afternoon and she felt wonderful. 'Things to find out: where Seto became such a good cook, where Seto because such a good nanny...' she thought absent-mindedly to herself. 'Speaking of which...where is Seto?'
"Seto!" she called, it echoed through the empty halls. 'Where could he have gone?'
Seto was in Seraphim's living room. He sat silently on the couch, asleep. Taking care of Seraphim had made him tired and he decided he would rest his eyes for a bit. Of course, he didn't realize how tired he had been and ended up falling asleep. Seraphim walked into the living room quietly. "Oh..." she whispered.
She sat down next to Seto, staring at him. 'So sweet,' she mused. 'He looks so child-like when he's not awake to keep his cold mask in place.' Seraphim stared lovingly at his face. After checking to make sure if he was really asleep, she bent down to whisper in his ear. "I love you Seto Kaiba."
Just then, Seto woke up. "Hi Seraphim," he yawned sleepily.
"H-hi, um, Seto," Seraphim stammered. 'Oh my gosh! Did he hear me???'
"What?"
"Um, you have bed head," Seraphim said, sighing with relief. 'Okay, so I guess he didn't hear me...'
"Do you have a brush or something?" asked Seto, trying vainly to flatten his hair.
"Yeah, somewhere in here," she looked through the drawer of a small table next to the couch. "Ah, here it is." She handed Seto the brush.
"Thanks."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Huh," Seto tried to tame his hair.
"Well, I'm feeling better now so what do you want to do?" Seraphim asked.
Seto shrugged, "Let's just sit here and do nothing. It's supposed to be very relaxing."
Seraphim laughed. "Fine, you stay here. I'm going to make dinner to pay you back for the great meals you've been making me."
Seto watched her leave. So graceful, poised, and smart yet oblivious to her own beauty. Would she ever know how much he cared for her? 'No,' he told himself. 'She won't, because SOMEONE is too proud to tell her.'
Seto sighed, he was letting his pride get in the way. Rejection was something that just didn't happen to him. Well, something that didn't happen to him before he met Seraphim. Remembering that first time she pushed him away Seto said to himself, 'Okay, I'm going to tell her tomorrow. It's going to work out. It's going to work out. It's going to work out.' He repeated this mantra in his head over and over a few hundred times.
Meanwhile, Seraphim was in the kitchen. About every five seconds she would check on what she was making and question, 'I wonder if Seto'll like it.'
He was her world and she didn't know WHAT she would do without him.
Seraphim sighed. "I've got to tell him. I've got to tell him I love him," she affirmed. "I've got to do it. I'm going to do it. Soon. Yeah, soon."
With that over and done with, she went back to cooking. Then the kitchen timer went off. "Yay, it's done." Seraphim went to take out the roast from the oven. "Owie! Hot Hot Hot!!!"
She finally got all the food onto the dinner table. Then, she went to the living room to find Seto.
"Seeeeeeetooooooo," she called.
"Yeah?"
"Dinner's ready," Seraphim smiled happily.
Seto followed her to the table. "Seraphim, this...you...wow," was all he could say.
Seraphim had been bored and decided to decorate the food. She had made those neat sculpture things that the fancy restaurants have on their highly priced items. She had also pulled out the most beautiful china Seto had ever seen.
"Seraphim, what happens if they break?" he asked.
"Naw, they won't break. You won't break them, I won't break them, they won't break," she said.
Seto gave Seraphim a strange look but said no more about the china. Then they began to eat. "Seraphim, this stuff is great. Where did YOU learn to cook?"
"No, I asked to first...yesterday, you tell me where you learned to cook first," Seraphim smirked.
"I learned from watching the food channel on T.V. at home," Seto said.
"I learned from the cooks at the palace when I was small," Seraphim replied. "They had all kinds of delicious dishes they would try to teach me to prepare. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. Sometimes I pretended I was really one of them instead of a princess."
"Sounds like fun," Seto chuckled.
"Yeah, it was."
After dinner, the two of them washed the dishes and decided to turn in. "Don't want you getting sick again Sere," Seto teased.
Seraphim only sighed. He could be an scamp sometimes. "Night Seto," she said.
"Night Seraphim," Seto smiled.
Seraphim gave him his nightly peck on the cheek and walked into her room, humming an ancient tune from her childhood.
Seto went to his own room. 'Tomorrow,' he thought. 'Tomorrow's the day.'
And that would be the end of chapter 9. :) r&r? please? PLEASE???