Angel and Stealth
Chapter 5: Blank
(yes it IS the chapter title, not because i couldn't think of one.)
Disclaimer: YGO not mine. all my stuff mine. :)
It had been fifteen days, fifteen long, fucking days since Seraphim had been captured. Seto was convinced he was at the top of his game once more. He had everything but that Ra be damned diversion! He would wrack his brain continuously until the sun peeped through the curtains but he could NOT think of one good enough! Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he slumped back on his bed. How would he get Seraphim free? Seto rolled over on his bed. He missed her.
In an encampment near Stonehenge, Pegasus was completing the Sealing of the Soul ritual on Seraphim. In a blinding flash of light, her defiant eyes went cold. Her once tightly pursed and frowning lips were relaxed and emotionless. Her brow, which had once been furrowed, went limp. She fell to the floor, her mind gone.
Pegasus ordered Seraphim to stand. She did so without hesitation. "Come over here," Pegasus instructed. Seraphim obeyed.
Grinning lewdly, Pegasus cupped one of Seraphim's breasts in his palm. He mentally ordered her to become aroused and rubbed his thumb over her peaked nipple. Maybe she would be a plaything for him before the ritual. And, of course, her body would be his afterwards as well. Chuckling to himself, he mused over ways he could torture Seto. Maybe capture the brat and make him watch as his 'partner' was forced to pleasure her new master?
Pegasus spoke lightly, "Take the little Faerie away." One of his employees picked up the motionless girl and carried her to her tent. The ball had been set in motion and she could not escape now. Neither would that accursed Seto Kaiba. He thought he could save her did he? Well, Pegasus smirked; he had no idea what he was up against. No idea at all.
Seraphim lay silently in her bed. She stared blankly at the wall. There was nothing, just nothing. She was content. But something tugged at the edges of her mind. Something she felt she should remember. She shook it off. Everything was fine. There was nothing wrong. She had no problems. The only thing she had to worry about was pleasing the master.
She closed her eyes...and saw a face. Odd, she should not see anything with her eyes closed. She stared at the face peculiarly. IT looked almost...familiar. Dark brown hair fell gently over his eyes; it was a HE. His eyes...they were a deep blue.
'Like the bottom of the ocean,' she thought. 'I wonder who he is...'
She continued to lie in bed, her eyes closed. She saw the man close his eyes, wincing. She wanted him to open his eyes again. She was so captivated by them...
"Seraphim," she heard someone whisper, it was a soft gentle voice.
Seraphim's eyes snapped open. Who was that? Who had called...her? Was that her name? Was she Seraphim? But that silver-haired man had called her "faerie." Who was she? She didn't know. She didn't know anything. And, now it was bothering her. A wave of panic washed over her. What was her name? Did that boy know the answers?
Just as soon as it had come, the panic faded. Seraphim could not see Pegasus outside her tent. Did not see him holding the scroll with the mind sealing powers. Did not hear him chant them as she almost-remembered. Scowling, Pegasus returned to his own tent. He would have to keep doing this; she seemed to have a connection with that Kaiba-boy.
Seraphim's mind went lax. Her memory was fading again...fading into an endless void of nothing. It was pure bliss. Everything she knew, anything personal, flew from her mind into a little locked room through a keyhole in the deepest part of her heart. Then she saw her heart being locked in a small golden box. Almost like a hallucination.
Only three things remained with her: the strange boy's face and two names. Seraphim, the name she could vaguely remember wondering if it was her own. And the other name was Seto. She had a strange inkling that the boy was named Seto, almost as if he had told her himself...but without words.
She shook her head. She could not think about that. All she needed to think about was pleasing the master. And something told her he didn't want her to think about strange boys who spoke to her without words. She decided to sleep on the problem and promptly sank into unconsciousness.
Just before her mind drifted into the endless black void she uttered a word...a whisper. "Se-kun..."
Back at his hotel room, Seto thought he heard someone calling to him. Maybe him. It sounded as if it was for him...but it wasn't his name. "Se- kun." Who the hell would ever call him that?
He sighed and continued running through plans. Then he hit upon one, purely by accident. Risky, but it was one that might work.
He was thinking of Seraphim, "Sera-chan" as he had taken to calling her in his thoughts. He thought of the day she was captured and the blonde man they spoke to in the bar. What if he disguised himself as the blonde guy? What if he said something was wrong with the incantation he found? Would that be a good distraction? But then...how would the blonde guy know when they were meeting? What about one of Pegasus' goons? He could...Seto snapped his fingers. He could con one of the surrounding residents into creating a diversion. He would have them run up and complain about sheep or something, dragging everyone away except for probably Pegasus and Seraphim. Seto would then motion to Seraphim to somehow draw Pegasus' attention away from wherever he was, knock Pegasus out, and run like hell.
It was a risky plan, and the kinks would need to be worked out though. If he used knockout gas on the goons...he could get past them without the villager's help which would be good. But then he'd be alone. That COULD be bad. But then the goons would be taken care of. Then he'd have to deal with Pegasus, and who knew how Seraphim would be secured? He would use the knockout gas. But he needed something else too...something good...
Seto, for the second time that night, snapped his fingers. He would make a fake talisman. One that he would pretend hadn't been found. He'd go peddling up to Pegasus in a disguise. Pegasus would want the talisman; Seto would cover it in a knockout poison. Pegasus would be sleeping like a baby on contact with the thing. Then Seto would remove his disguise and get away with Sera-chan.
He thought for a while, planning the fake talisman and disguise. He had learned that the description the magazine article he and Seraphim read was not quite accurate. Each of the talismans had their symbol and color and lotus blossom/sun sign. But they each were embedded with a round marble-like stone in their respective color. Clear, red, blue, white, black, brown, and purple. He needed a new color. He decided green for plants or some shit like that would do.
He quickly set to work drawing out a plan for the fake. He would go to town for the supplies tomorrow. When the plans were finished, Seto lay back and smiled. He would rescue Seraphim, and Pegasus would pay. With that thought in mind, he fell asleep, and began to dream.
Seraphim had drifted off to sleep in her tent...she was in a great green field. And it was nighttime. The stars shone brilliantly and the moon lit the meadow, making it as bright as day. Seraphim was clad in a long, flowing, sleeveless white gown. She looked around in confusion. What was this place?
Seto, meanwhile, was on the other side of the meadow. He was also dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and long white pants. Puzzled over the whole affair, he began walking around to see if he could find an explanation.
As it is inevitable for two persons in close proximity walking towards each other not to meet, meet they did. Each gasped with recognition of the other and quickened their pace.
When Seto reached Seraphim, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close. "I was worried sick about you!" he chastised, kissing the top of her head.
Seraphim looked at him in confusion. "Why?" she asked.
Seto stared incredulously at her. 'Why?' As in why had he been worried about her? "Well, Pegasus kidnapped you, of course I would be worried."
"Who's Pegasus?" asked Seraphim, now utterly disoriented.
"The man who kidnapped you," Seto replied irritably. "You know, silver hair, orange eyes, creepy smile..."
"The master?" asked Seraphim.
Seto looked horrified. "What the hell has he done to you?" Seto exclaimed.
"No one's done anything to me," Seraphim replied, still puzzled.
"Seraphim?" asked Seto shakily.
"Well...I'm not quite sure that's my name," she sighed. "The master called me 'faerie.' But you call me Seraphim. And, I don't remember anything before the master called me 'faerie.'" Seraphim hung her head; afraid she had displeased the mystery boy.
Seto tilted her chin upwards. It was the same. She had the same eyes, mouth, hair, skin...it was all the same. Yet...it wasn't. Her mind was different. Seto growled silently in frustration.
"Are you Seto?" Seraphim asked meekly.
Seto sighed and nodded his head. "If you remember this dream, which I doubt you will, remember that on the day they take you to the place with big rocks I'm going to come for you," Seto looked her in the eye. "Okay?"
Seraphim nodded. She decided she liked this boy very much. "Okay."
"Good," Seto ran a hand through his hair.
Seraphim stared at him curiously. "So..." she began, "my name is Seraphim right?"
Seto looked at her for a moment, sighed, and nodded his head. "Yes, your name is Seraphim," he replied almost irritably.
Seraphim grinned. Her smile held an almost child-like radiance. Seto nearly grimaced. How the hell was he supposed to get the REAL Seraphim back?
Just as Seto was going to question Seraphim about what exactly she remembered about Pegasus, the night on the field began to lift. The sun was rising. A flash of light found both Seto and Seraphim awake in their own beds, blinking confusedly.
Seto immediately sat straight up in bed, remembering the previous night's happenings, got out of bed, and got dressed. He then grabbed some cash and hurried out the door. He had a talisman to make.
Seraphim, on the other hand, woke up and was totally disoriented. Number one, she didn't know where she was. Number two, she remembered nothing from when Pegasus had brainwashed her till the present moment. And number three (which was ultimately good), she had gotten her previous memories back because, unknown to Pegasus, the pre-ritual incantation only lasted for a short while, that was why it was known as the PRE-ritual. You were supposed to perform it RIGHT BEFORE the ritual itself.
So, being the good assassin she was, Seraphim crept out of her tent and began to do some snooping. She noticed she was not dressed for any job and so the first thing on her agenda was to look for some clothes. She figured they couldn't have gotten far from where Pegasus had 'brainwashed' her (she believed he had hit her on the head or something, therefore making her go unconscious).
Walking silently, she ducked into a tent that, thankfully, was where Pegasus kept his wardrobe. Since she was with him, naturally, he had kept a few outfits for her. She "tsk tsk" ed at him, smiling slyly. He had bought her a pair of black long pants and a black turtleneck! She gathered them quickly and ran back to her tent, fully intending to sneak out later that night.
Fortunately for Pegasus, and unfortunately for Seraphim, Kemo had been watching her tent with strict orders from Pegasus to notify him at once if anything out of the ordinary happened.
Kemo had watched Seraphim scurry to and from her tent; he then contacted Pegasus.
"Boss, the girl was up and about, she stole some clothes from one of the other tents."
Pegasus wrinkled his nose into the receiver of the cell phone, "Black?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the guard.
Pegasus grimaced. She had somehow removed the spell. "Bring her to me," said Pegasus. "Right away."
"Yes sir, right away sir," Kemo cut the connection.
Barging into the tent, Kemo picked Seraphim up, despite her screams of protest, and carried her off caveman style to Pegasus. Needless to say, Seraphim was mad.
"Hello dear," said Pegasus, sighing.
"What the hell do you want you bastard?" she exclaimed.
"Now, now sweetheart," Pegasus scolded, "no need to shout."
Seraphim glared grudgingly at the silver-haired man.
"Well, down to business," began Pegasus, "I've come to notice that you're impossible. We can't control you or anything, even when we try to subdue you it doesn't work. So, I think we're just going to have to hurt you into submission."
Seraphim "hmph"ed.
Pegasus smiled. "You have a very stubborn spirit if you don't mind my saying so."
"I DO mind, thank you very much," Seraphim replied, turning her nose up at the "gentleman."
Just as Pegasus was going to order Kemo to beat the young woman, a call came in. Pegasus answered irritably. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was unrecognizable to Pegasus. "Good morning sir," said Seto.
"How may I help you, please make it quick, I am in the middle of something right now," Pegasus sighed exasperatedly.
Kemo motioned to Seraphim that making a sound meant a severe beating.
"I have something you may want," Seto replied. He held up the fake talisman in the light...perfect. He had run an article in the paper saying that an eighth talisman had been found, the talisman of life. Its 'special power' was helping things grow. Seto sighed, it was cheesy, but the best he could come up with at the time.
"Oh yes, and what is that?" asked Pegasus, somewhat amused. It must be a prank caller.
"Have you read the local newspaper yet this morning?" asked Seto.
"No, I haven't I've been a little busy lately," replied Pegasus. When would this buffoon hang up?
"I suggest you do so, I will call back in half an hour."
A 'click' was heard and Pegasus told Kemo to bring him the paper. Seraphim was dragged out with Kemo, protesting all the way.
When Kemo handed Pegasus the paper, he gasped. Another talisman? The stupid blonde imbecile had missed one? And it was in the possession of a Luke Kotaya. Pegasus huffed and decided to wait for the stranger to call back.
Waving Kemo away, Pegasus instructed the guard to chain Seraphim for the time being and play baby-sitter. Kemo protested silently, but obeyed his employer.
In half an hour, exactly, Pegasus' cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered impatiently.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Seto.
"Yes, I did, now I'm quite sure which article it was you wanted me to read, what do you know about it?" asked Pegasus.
'He's testing me, he wants to know if I'm a prank caller,' thought Seto. "I know you want the talisman of life," Seto teased.
Pegasus sighed. "Yes that's right. Can you get it for me? I'll pay you handsomely."
"Alright, where shall I meet you? I am sorry, but I cannot be anywhere until the twenty-first," said Seto, sighing and feigning despair.
"Oh! The twenty-first is fine! Meet me at Stonehenge at eight o'clock at night. How much do you want for the talisman?" he asked enthusiastically.
"I have heard you need a sacrifice for the ritual to work," said Seto.
"Well, not really, you just need a host body for the power," Pegasus corrected.
"Aha, I see. Is the host by any chance female and pretty?" asked Seto.
Pegasus thought for a moment. "Yes, to both. Why?" asked Pegasus.
"I am in need of the assistance of a beautiful woman in a...con, I guess you would say, that I am planning. Would the lady agree to accompany me?" asked Seto as sinisterly as he could.
"Yes, in exchange for the talisman?" asked Pegasus.
Seto paused for a while. Why not cheat the bastard out of some money? "Not quite. I will require a sum of two hundred dollars," he replied.
Pegasus thought for a moment. "Done," he said after some quiet deliberation.
"Alright," said Seto. "I shall be dressed in a black blazer and black pants. I will meet you just outside the northern end of the ring of stones."
"Fine," replied Pegasus.
"Till then, good day sir," Seto hung up.
"Wait! Your name!" Pegasus exclaimed as he heard the 'click.'
In a foul temper, he went to check on Seraphim to make sure she had been secured well. He had just five days to wait. Then, as long as everything went as planned, he would have everything he needed to make the world tremble at the very mention of his name.
Seto chuckled after he hung up the telephone receiver. The stupid man had fallen for his voice change. Well, at least he still retained that talent from his assassin days. Getting up, he went to check on the fake talisman. The clay he had used for it was just hardening in the oven. Soon he could paint it and set the fake stone in. Then it would be done. Then he could rescue Seraphim.
Sitting back, he decided to check the local news to see if anything could help him in his quest to get Seraphim back.
"Nothing," he sighed in disgust after a few minutes.
Getting up off the couch, he walked out to the patio of his rented apartment. Taking a deep breath, he assumed a fighting stance and proceeded to fine-tune his martial arts skills. He might need them for the upcoming rescue. Unbeknownst to him, Seraphim was planning an escape of her own.
Tugging half-heartedly at her shackles, Seraphim racked her brain for some sort of escape plan. She knew that she would not be able to get out of the cuffs, they had slipped a link of the chain onto a metal rod and pounded it two feet into the ground. She would have to trick them into letting her go or get away when they took her to be sacrificed or whatever they were going to do to her.
She sighed and continued tugging on the chain.
Whewh, took me the longest to write that chapter. but it is done! r&r people! I really need feedback! All you people who read the diamond star!!! Come on! I know you want to review~!
Cherryblossom: weeeeell, since im so swamped with schoolwork I have the draft in my head but not typed out cause I don't have the time. I was going to write it out when I finished A&S. (which only needs a couple more chapters, two or three.)
Chapter 5: Blank
(yes it IS the chapter title, not because i couldn't think of one.)
Disclaimer: YGO not mine. all my stuff mine. :)
It had been fifteen days, fifteen long, fucking days since Seraphim had been captured. Seto was convinced he was at the top of his game once more. He had everything but that Ra be damned diversion! He would wrack his brain continuously until the sun peeped through the curtains but he could NOT think of one good enough! Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he slumped back on his bed. How would he get Seraphim free? Seto rolled over on his bed. He missed her.
In an encampment near Stonehenge, Pegasus was completing the Sealing of the Soul ritual on Seraphim. In a blinding flash of light, her defiant eyes went cold. Her once tightly pursed and frowning lips were relaxed and emotionless. Her brow, which had once been furrowed, went limp. She fell to the floor, her mind gone.
Pegasus ordered Seraphim to stand. She did so without hesitation. "Come over here," Pegasus instructed. Seraphim obeyed.
Grinning lewdly, Pegasus cupped one of Seraphim's breasts in his palm. He mentally ordered her to become aroused and rubbed his thumb over her peaked nipple. Maybe she would be a plaything for him before the ritual. And, of course, her body would be his afterwards as well. Chuckling to himself, he mused over ways he could torture Seto. Maybe capture the brat and make him watch as his 'partner' was forced to pleasure her new master?
Pegasus spoke lightly, "Take the little Faerie away." One of his employees picked up the motionless girl and carried her to her tent. The ball had been set in motion and she could not escape now. Neither would that accursed Seto Kaiba. He thought he could save her did he? Well, Pegasus smirked; he had no idea what he was up against. No idea at all.
Seraphim lay silently in her bed. She stared blankly at the wall. There was nothing, just nothing. She was content. But something tugged at the edges of her mind. Something she felt she should remember. She shook it off. Everything was fine. There was nothing wrong. She had no problems. The only thing she had to worry about was pleasing the master.
She closed her eyes...and saw a face. Odd, she should not see anything with her eyes closed. She stared at the face peculiarly. IT looked almost...familiar. Dark brown hair fell gently over his eyes; it was a HE. His eyes...they were a deep blue.
'Like the bottom of the ocean,' she thought. 'I wonder who he is...'
She continued to lie in bed, her eyes closed. She saw the man close his eyes, wincing. She wanted him to open his eyes again. She was so captivated by them...
"Seraphim," she heard someone whisper, it was a soft gentle voice.
Seraphim's eyes snapped open. Who was that? Who had called...her? Was that her name? Was she Seraphim? But that silver-haired man had called her "faerie." Who was she? She didn't know. She didn't know anything. And, now it was bothering her. A wave of panic washed over her. What was her name? Did that boy know the answers?
Just as soon as it had come, the panic faded. Seraphim could not see Pegasus outside her tent. Did not see him holding the scroll with the mind sealing powers. Did not hear him chant them as she almost-remembered. Scowling, Pegasus returned to his own tent. He would have to keep doing this; she seemed to have a connection with that Kaiba-boy.
Seraphim's mind went lax. Her memory was fading again...fading into an endless void of nothing. It was pure bliss. Everything she knew, anything personal, flew from her mind into a little locked room through a keyhole in the deepest part of her heart. Then she saw her heart being locked in a small golden box. Almost like a hallucination.
Only three things remained with her: the strange boy's face and two names. Seraphim, the name she could vaguely remember wondering if it was her own. And the other name was Seto. She had a strange inkling that the boy was named Seto, almost as if he had told her himself...but without words.
She shook her head. She could not think about that. All she needed to think about was pleasing the master. And something told her he didn't want her to think about strange boys who spoke to her without words. She decided to sleep on the problem and promptly sank into unconsciousness.
Just before her mind drifted into the endless black void she uttered a word...a whisper. "Se-kun..."
Back at his hotel room, Seto thought he heard someone calling to him. Maybe him. It sounded as if it was for him...but it wasn't his name. "Se- kun." Who the hell would ever call him that?
He sighed and continued running through plans. Then he hit upon one, purely by accident. Risky, but it was one that might work.
He was thinking of Seraphim, "Sera-chan" as he had taken to calling her in his thoughts. He thought of the day she was captured and the blonde man they spoke to in the bar. What if he disguised himself as the blonde guy? What if he said something was wrong with the incantation he found? Would that be a good distraction? But then...how would the blonde guy know when they were meeting? What about one of Pegasus' goons? He could...Seto snapped his fingers. He could con one of the surrounding residents into creating a diversion. He would have them run up and complain about sheep or something, dragging everyone away except for probably Pegasus and Seraphim. Seto would then motion to Seraphim to somehow draw Pegasus' attention away from wherever he was, knock Pegasus out, and run like hell.
It was a risky plan, and the kinks would need to be worked out though. If he used knockout gas on the goons...he could get past them without the villager's help which would be good. But then he'd be alone. That COULD be bad. But then the goons would be taken care of. Then he'd have to deal with Pegasus, and who knew how Seraphim would be secured? He would use the knockout gas. But he needed something else too...something good...
Seto, for the second time that night, snapped his fingers. He would make a fake talisman. One that he would pretend hadn't been found. He'd go peddling up to Pegasus in a disguise. Pegasus would want the talisman; Seto would cover it in a knockout poison. Pegasus would be sleeping like a baby on contact with the thing. Then Seto would remove his disguise and get away with Sera-chan.
He thought for a while, planning the fake talisman and disguise. He had learned that the description the magazine article he and Seraphim read was not quite accurate. Each of the talismans had their symbol and color and lotus blossom/sun sign. But they each were embedded with a round marble-like stone in their respective color. Clear, red, blue, white, black, brown, and purple. He needed a new color. He decided green for plants or some shit like that would do.
He quickly set to work drawing out a plan for the fake. He would go to town for the supplies tomorrow. When the plans were finished, Seto lay back and smiled. He would rescue Seraphim, and Pegasus would pay. With that thought in mind, he fell asleep, and began to dream.
Seraphim had drifted off to sleep in her tent...she was in a great green field. And it was nighttime. The stars shone brilliantly and the moon lit the meadow, making it as bright as day. Seraphim was clad in a long, flowing, sleeveless white gown. She looked around in confusion. What was this place?
Seto, meanwhile, was on the other side of the meadow. He was also dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and long white pants. Puzzled over the whole affair, he began walking around to see if he could find an explanation.
As it is inevitable for two persons in close proximity walking towards each other not to meet, meet they did. Each gasped with recognition of the other and quickened their pace.
When Seto reached Seraphim, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close. "I was worried sick about you!" he chastised, kissing the top of her head.
Seraphim looked at him in confusion. "Why?" she asked.
Seto stared incredulously at her. 'Why?' As in why had he been worried about her? "Well, Pegasus kidnapped you, of course I would be worried."
"Who's Pegasus?" asked Seraphim, now utterly disoriented.
"The man who kidnapped you," Seto replied irritably. "You know, silver hair, orange eyes, creepy smile..."
"The master?" asked Seraphim.
Seto looked horrified. "What the hell has he done to you?" Seto exclaimed.
"No one's done anything to me," Seraphim replied, still puzzled.
"Seraphim?" asked Seto shakily.
"Well...I'm not quite sure that's my name," she sighed. "The master called me 'faerie.' But you call me Seraphim. And, I don't remember anything before the master called me 'faerie.'" Seraphim hung her head; afraid she had displeased the mystery boy.
Seto tilted her chin upwards. It was the same. She had the same eyes, mouth, hair, skin...it was all the same. Yet...it wasn't. Her mind was different. Seto growled silently in frustration.
"Are you Seto?" Seraphim asked meekly.
Seto sighed and nodded his head. "If you remember this dream, which I doubt you will, remember that on the day they take you to the place with big rocks I'm going to come for you," Seto looked her in the eye. "Okay?"
Seraphim nodded. She decided she liked this boy very much. "Okay."
"Good," Seto ran a hand through his hair.
Seraphim stared at him curiously. "So..." she began, "my name is Seraphim right?"
Seto looked at her for a moment, sighed, and nodded his head. "Yes, your name is Seraphim," he replied almost irritably.
Seraphim grinned. Her smile held an almost child-like radiance. Seto nearly grimaced. How the hell was he supposed to get the REAL Seraphim back?
Just as Seto was going to question Seraphim about what exactly she remembered about Pegasus, the night on the field began to lift. The sun was rising. A flash of light found both Seto and Seraphim awake in their own beds, blinking confusedly.
Seto immediately sat straight up in bed, remembering the previous night's happenings, got out of bed, and got dressed. He then grabbed some cash and hurried out the door. He had a talisman to make.
Seraphim, on the other hand, woke up and was totally disoriented. Number one, she didn't know where she was. Number two, she remembered nothing from when Pegasus had brainwashed her till the present moment. And number three (which was ultimately good), she had gotten her previous memories back because, unknown to Pegasus, the pre-ritual incantation only lasted for a short while, that was why it was known as the PRE-ritual. You were supposed to perform it RIGHT BEFORE the ritual itself.
So, being the good assassin she was, Seraphim crept out of her tent and began to do some snooping. She noticed she was not dressed for any job and so the first thing on her agenda was to look for some clothes. She figured they couldn't have gotten far from where Pegasus had 'brainwashed' her (she believed he had hit her on the head or something, therefore making her go unconscious).
Walking silently, she ducked into a tent that, thankfully, was where Pegasus kept his wardrobe. Since she was with him, naturally, he had kept a few outfits for her. She "tsk tsk" ed at him, smiling slyly. He had bought her a pair of black long pants and a black turtleneck! She gathered them quickly and ran back to her tent, fully intending to sneak out later that night.
Fortunately for Pegasus, and unfortunately for Seraphim, Kemo had been watching her tent with strict orders from Pegasus to notify him at once if anything out of the ordinary happened.
Kemo had watched Seraphim scurry to and from her tent; he then contacted Pegasus.
"Boss, the girl was up and about, she stole some clothes from one of the other tents."
Pegasus wrinkled his nose into the receiver of the cell phone, "Black?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the guard.
Pegasus grimaced. She had somehow removed the spell. "Bring her to me," said Pegasus. "Right away."
"Yes sir, right away sir," Kemo cut the connection.
Barging into the tent, Kemo picked Seraphim up, despite her screams of protest, and carried her off caveman style to Pegasus. Needless to say, Seraphim was mad.
"Hello dear," said Pegasus, sighing.
"What the hell do you want you bastard?" she exclaimed.
"Now, now sweetheart," Pegasus scolded, "no need to shout."
Seraphim glared grudgingly at the silver-haired man.
"Well, down to business," began Pegasus, "I've come to notice that you're impossible. We can't control you or anything, even when we try to subdue you it doesn't work. So, I think we're just going to have to hurt you into submission."
Seraphim "hmph"ed.
Pegasus smiled. "You have a very stubborn spirit if you don't mind my saying so."
"I DO mind, thank you very much," Seraphim replied, turning her nose up at the "gentleman."
Just as Pegasus was going to order Kemo to beat the young woman, a call came in. Pegasus answered irritably. "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was unrecognizable to Pegasus. "Good morning sir," said Seto.
"How may I help you, please make it quick, I am in the middle of something right now," Pegasus sighed exasperatedly.
Kemo motioned to Seraphim that making a sound meant a severe beating.
"I have something you may want," Seto replied. He held up the fake talisman in the light...perfect. He had run an article in the paper saying that an eighth talisman had been found, the talisman of life. Its 'special power' was helping things grow. Seto sighed, it was cheesy, but the best he could come up with at the time.
"Oh yes, and what is that?" asked Pegasus, somewhat amused. It must be a prank caller.
"Have you read the local newspaper yet this morning?" asked Seto.
"No, I haven't I've been a little busy lately," replied Pegasus. When would this buffoon hang up?
"I suggest you do so, I will call back in half an hour."
A 'click' was heard and Pegasus told Kemo to bring him the paper. Seraphim was dragged out with Kemo, protesting all the way.
When Kemo handed Pegasus the paper, he gasped. Another talisman? The stupid blonde imbecile had missed one? And it was in the possession of a Luke Kotaya. Pegasus huffed and decided to wait for the stranger to call back.
Waving Kemo away, Pegasus instructed the guard to chain Seraphim for the time being and play baby-sitter. Kemo protested silently, but obeyed his employer.
In half an hour, exactly, Pegasus' cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered impatiently.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Seto.
"Yes, I did, now I'm quite sure which article it was you wanted me to read, what do you know about it?" asked Pegasus.
'He's testing me, he wants to know if I'm a prank caller,' thought Seto. "I know you want the talisman of life," Seto teased.
Pegasus sighed. "Yes that's right. Can you get it for me? I'll pay you handsomely."
"Alright, where shall I meet you? I am sorry, but I cannot be anywhere until the twenty-first," said Seto, sighing and feigning despair.
"Oh! The twenty-first is fine! Meet me at Stonehenge at eight o'clock at night. How much do you want for the talisman?" he asked enthusiastically.
"I have heard you need a sacrifice for the ritual to work," said Seto.
"Well, not really, you just need a host body for the power," Pegasus corrected.
"Aha, I see. Is the host by any chance female and pretty?" asked Seto.
Pegasus thought for a moment. "Yes, to both. Why?" asked Pegasus.
"I am in need of the assistance of a beautiful woman in a...con, I guess you would say, that I am planning. Would the lady agree to accompany me?" asked Seto as sinisterly as he could.
"Yes, in exchange for the talisman?" asked Pegasus.
Seto paused for a while. Why not cheat the bastard out of some money? "Not quite. I will require a sum of two hundred dollars," he replied.
Pegasus thought for a moment. "Done," he said after some quiet deliberation.
"Alright," said Seto. "I shall be dressed in a black blazer and black pants. I will meet you just outside the northern end of the ring of stones."
"Fine," replied Pegasus.
"Till then, good day sir," Seto hung up.
"Wait! Your name!" Pegasus exclaimed as he heard the 'click.'
In a foul temper, he went to check on Seraphim to make sure she had been secured well. He had just five days to wait. Then, as long as everything went as planned, he would have everything he needed to make the world tremble at the very mention of his name.
Seto chuckled after he hung up the telephone receiver. The stupid man had fallen for his voice change. Well, at least he still retained that talent from his assassin days. Getting up, he went to check on the fake talisman. The clay he had used for it was just hardening in the oven. Soon he could paint it and set the fake stone in. Then it would be done. Then he could rescue Seraphim.
Sitting back, he decided to check the local news to see if anything could help him in his quest to get Seraphim back.
"Nothing," he sighed in disgust after a few minutes.
Getting up off the couch, he walked out to the patio of his rented apartment. Taking a deep breath, he assumed a fighting stance and proceeded to fine-tune his martial arts skills. He might need them for the upcoming rescue. Unbeknownst to him, Seraphim was planning an escape of her own.
Tugging half-heartedly at her shackles, Seraphim racked her brain for some sort of escape plan. She knew that she would not be able to get out of the cuffs, they had slipped a link of the chain onto a metal rod and pounded it two feet into the ground. She would have to trick them into letting her go or get away when they took her to be sacrificed or whatever they were going to do to her.
She sighed and continued tugging on the chain.
Whewh, took me the longest to write that chapter. but it is done! r&r people! I really need feedback! All you people who read the diamond star!!! Come on! I know you want to review~!
Cherryblossom: weeeeell, since im so swamped with schoolwork I have the draft in my head but not typed out cause I don't have the time. I was going to write it out when I finished A&S. (which only needs a couple more chapters, two or three.)