The Ties That Bind Us
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Happy now, y'all?
Chapter Two: Dreams
She was lost, lost inside the darkness as her body shook violently, her thrashing limbs attempting to fend off the attacker. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she cried out, "No, NO, NOOOOO! Please, stop!"
She could feel blood sliding down her palms and chin, and the calm voice tauntingly fighting her to take control, "You've had your share, and I want my revenge, little Neva.........get out of MY body!"
With that, she bolted upward in her bed, breathing hard.
It had been a nightmare...or had it been Her again? Rei ran her fingers through her black hair, eyes shut, trying to calm herself, before examining her hands. Her fingernails had dug into her palms, and thin trickles of blood dropped onto the sheets of her bed. Reaching up, she brushed her chin, smearing red onto her index finger. Must of bit her lip too hard.
The sheets around her were tangled in her body, so she fought to release herself before glancing at the digital watch on her wrist. The green numbers that illuminated her wrist read 2:54 a.m. Damnit, she wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again. Thanks to HER. It was that bitch's entire fault for everything!
Pausing, the eighteen year old examined her surroundings. She was in a traditional Egyptian room, with sandy brown walls on a neat little bed, pottery in the corners. One of her painting's rested on the walls, the goddesses Isis and Hathor standing protectively over a sleeping girl. Rei smiled in comfort of the picture, thinking of how unfair it was a painting had more luck with protection then she herself did.
She was lying in the room where she had slept for a good portion of her young life, a small room in the temple where the Millennium Items had once sat. It was closest to the outside, a thin window allowing a stream of moonlight to create what little light it held on the girl's once sleeping form.
With a sigh and more rubbing of her head, she rolled over to her side, and sat quietly thinking. Shaadi was like a father to her, though so cool and distant mostly to everyone else. He had a job, he had explained more then once, but Neva would always be in his heart. He had thought he had been doing the right thing by allowing her to protect and carry the Millennium Bracelet, the one Item there were no records about. For this eight item was a well-kept secret. Nobody had to know.
With that Rei Neva Omshare fell asleep into the quiet violence in the dream- realm. Across the ocean Seto Kaiba bolted up in his bed.
***
It had been the same one again, just like before. He scanned his mind, trying to remember what was going on, why he was plagued. The thoughts pelted his mind, a constant ache in his head.
Flopping back onto the pillows, the CEO wiped the sweat from his forehead. So much pain, so much blood, then child's whimper, "Father, why?"
Eventually he dropped back into a dreamless sleep.
And across town, there came, yet again, another disturbance in the balance of sleep.
***
He had been quietly sleeping in his soul room. Yami had retired a little late that night, and had been yawning to death before he mumbled a goodnight to Yuugi and locked himself inside his own little place. Rest came easily.
To easily, the gods must have thought, because his purple eyes shot open, and he stood up hastily, yelling, "Yuugi!"
The sleeping boy stirred in his sleep, and mumbled, "What.........? Yami? Huh?" He let out an ear splitting yawn, and rubbed his eyes, to see the see- through image of Yami standing by him, a frown on his dignified face.
"Yuugi...I'm sorry that I woke you, but I sense something. Something is going to happen. The past will become the present. My friend.........someone is going to get hurt."
The near-midget stared at him, "Yami, what are you talking about? Who's going to get hurt?" He scrambled to stand next to the pharaoh, who rubbed his temples.
"I don't know. I had a vision of anger...revenge...hatred, utter hatred. Two people will be in great danger from one of those two getting hurt. It's hard to explain, but it was as if I was in the past again. I cannot remember the faces, but." He briefly stopped, and Yuugi launched a theory at him.
"Kaiba again, maybe?" The small boy looked curiously at his darker side of himself.
Yami nodded shortly, "I think so, Yuugi. But the danger is not great yet; go to sleep and we'll worry about it in the morning."
"Goodnight, Yami."
"Goodnight, Yuugi."
***
"Come back and visit me again someday, Neva." Rei pressed her face against Shaadi's thick robes, fighting back tears. It had been such a short visit, and she had missed her caretaker so badly. She nodded mutely, and stood back to look at him, trying to smile.
"I won't forget my past ever again. All I needed to do was see you again for one day. No worries, my friend. We'll cross paths shortly-especially if she feels the need to." He nodded, and pressed something into her hand, "Goodbye little one." With that, he turned, and almost vanished in the crowded streets of the city.
With a sigh, Rei stuck whatever he had given her into her pocket, and hopped into the waiting taxi, the driver impatiently revving the engine. Within moments, they were away onto the lonely road into the desert.
The lonely girl leaned against the worn upholstery, and took out the package Shaadi had handed to her discreetly. It was the size of her fist, with hieroglyphics written on it neatly. Rei, who was fluent in the ancient script, read them to herself: By giving into greater power, we admit that it is stronger in everyway, and become weaker ourselves. She grinned. Lessons of life from a guy with a turban.
She carefully unwrapped the little gift, saving the paper. Inside, was a beautiful piece of Egyptian craftsmanship. A gold necklace, the chain intricately woven. On it was a tiny statue of the goddess Ma'at, Rei's longtime favorite goddess, who stood for justice and the balance of peace.
With a look of pure delight, she clasped it around her neck. The tiny gold ornament sparkled and trembled as she moved lightly, the clear gold contrasting with her outfit today: the trench coat, once more, white pants with big black flowers printed all over, and a black turtleneck. Her hair was loose once again, the Matrix-style sunglasses on top of her head, that she quietly lowered.
Tossing back an unruly strand of straight hair, she reached into her shoulder bag, rummaging around for a minute. For a second, some of its contents were revealed-a sketchbook, numerous pens, paints, and pencils, a small trash bag will clothes inside, and a laptop computer. Pulling out the computer, she opened it up, and started it. As the screen pulled up, she frowned.
There was a message waiting, titled: To Miss Omshare: Demand for Interpretation-Seto Kaiba
***
Seto leaned back into his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.
He had sent the 'black angel' an email 'asking' for dream-help a few hours ago. Really, it was more like an order. He had used the word demand several times. But he got what he wanted, and he wanted her to get the point-fast. Had gotten a load of work done today, as well.
He got up from his comfortable seat to grab a cell phone from the table by the door. Dialing a number quickly, he called his secretary at KaibaCorp, tapping his foot impatiently. The girl, what was her name? She had been in charge of keeping tabs on the Omshare girl.
"Hello, KaibaCorp. How may I help you?"
"It's Kaiba. Where's Omshare?"
There was a moment of silence, and her voice buzzed back, "Kaiba-san, she's heading home right now. Her flight's nearly here. About a half-hour or so."
"Good."
With that he hung up the phone, and dialed again, this time to his chauffeur.
"Kaiba. Bring the car down to the front of the house. We're going to the airport."
With as much grace as with the secretary, he hung up and left his room.
***
Needless to say, the ride home seemed shorter then last time to Rei. Of course, she had been anxious to go, no to return. But, hell, no use complaining. She'd be back. She promised.
Craning her next to look out the window, she smiled stiffly at the familiar sight of Domino City. The plane was already lowering, lowering onto a landing strip, the towers that kept track of the planes destinations and departures so clean and crisp, different from the sandy, weather worn ones of that pad in Egypt.
Rei squinted, and almost jolted in her seat as they landed, and eventually slowed to a halt. She couldn't get off the plane fast enough. Flying was never much fun. And that cretin, Seto Kaiba or something, was acting like a bastard, sending her such a jerk-off e-mail. Men.
With a look of disgust on her face, Rei quickly managed to the parking lot. Her pace slowed slightly, dark eyes behind the glasses taking everything in. People. Smiling. Happy. Careless. How she longed to be like them...
With a sigh, she turned, almost jumping out of her skin as someone put a hand on her shoulder. Whirling back around, she nearly punched Kaiba's chauffeur in the eye before he ducked out of the way hastily. Straightening his tie, he held up both hands, "Um...Rei Omshare? There's a car waiting for you."
She looked puzzled, but followed him cautiously. Living with Her had turned her wary and suspicious of everything so it was common for a friendly stranger to get knocked out. What she found waiting for her was surprising to say the least.
A long black limo, the back door open. Sitting inside, was a tall brown haired young man, looking quite bored. Seeing her approach, he shifted slightly, and watched intently as she stopped in front of the car door, "Seto Kaiba, I presume?"
"Yes. Get in the car."
A frown touched her beautiful features, and she slid in stiffly. For a moment, he said or did nothing, but leaned foreword, drumming his fingers on the seat as he stared at her. She stared right back, her mouth in a line, "Well?"
"You're going to do a dream interpretation for me, Miss Omshare. And I will not accept no for an answer."
"Really? Because I thought it was my choice to make." Her tone was icy.
"According to me, there is no choice for you to make. I pay well, and I won't publicly announce your existence like your other faithful clients. After all, we wouldn't want a vampire hunt to go after you." He countered with the same tone of voice, though with a touch of sarcasm.
Rei sighed a minute, one hand briefly touching the amulet around her neck. Just like him to make a comment on her looks and clothes. Through gritted teeth, she said shortly, "Ma'at is the Egyptian goddess who represents the balance of peace. You're going to find that balance very disturbed in about two seconds if you don't stop being such an ass-hole."
He glared at her, "I said I won't take no for an answer."
"Then I won't tell you know. I'll say...hmmm...HELL NO! That better?" She nodded crisply to him, and the car halted, the 18-year-old slamming the door shut behind her. Kaiba looked a little shocked at the moment as the darkly dressed young woman stomped off. Point to Rei.
A/N: I like this chapter. I love Kaiba, but I couldn't resist a bashing by Rei in this one. -cackles- Please review, folks, remember!
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Happy now, y'all?
Chapter Two: Dreams
She was lost, lost inside the darkness as her body shook violently, her thrashing limbs attempting to fend off the attacker. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she cried out, "No, NO, NOOOOO! Please, stop!"
She could feel blood sliding down her palms and chin, and the calm voice tauntingly fighting her to take control, "You've had your share, and I want my revenge, little Neva.........get out of MY body!"
With that, she bolted upward in her bed, breathing hard.
It had been a nightmare...or had it been Her again? Rei ran her fingers through her black hair, eyes shut, trying to calm herself, before examining her hands. Her fingernails had dug into her palms, and thin trickles of blood dropped onto the sheets of her bed. Reaching up, she brushed her chin, smearing red onto her index finger. Must of bit her lip too hard.
The sheets around her were tangled in her body, so she fought to release herself before glancing at the digital watch on her wrist. The green numbers that illuminated her wrist read 2:54 a.m. Damnit, she wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again. Thanks to HER. It was that bitch's entire fault for everything!
Pausing, the eighteen year old examined her surroundings. She was in a traditional Egyptian room, with sandy brown walls on a neat little bed, pottery in the corners. One of her painting's rested on the walls, the goddesses Isis and Hathor standing protectively over a sleeping girl. Rei smiled in comfort of the picture, thinking of how unfair it was a painting had more luck with protection then she herself did.
She was lying in the room where she had slept for a good portion of her young life, a small room in the temple where the Millennium Items had once sat. It was closest to the outside, a thin window allowing a stream of moonlight to create what little light it held on the girl's once sleeping form.
With a sigh and more rubbing of her head, she rolled over to her side, and sat quietly thinking. Shaadi was like a father to her, though so cool and distant mostly to everyone else. He had a job, he had explained more then once, but Neva would always be in his heart. He had thought he had been doing the right thing by allowing her to protect and carry the Millennium Bracelet, the one Item there were no records about. For this eight item was a well-kept secret. Nobody had to know.
With that Rei Neva Omshare fell asleep into the quiet violence in the dream- realm. Across the ocean Seto Kaiba bolted up in his bed.
***
It had been the same one again, just like before. He scanned his mind, trying to remember what was going on, why he was plagued. The thoughts pelted his mind, a constant ache in his head.
Flopping back onto the pillows, the CEO wiped the sweat from his forehead. So much pain, so much blood, then child's whimper, "Father, why?"
Eventually he dropped back into a dreamless sleep.
And across town, there came, yet again, another disturbance in the balance of sleep.
***
He had been quietly sleeping in his soul room. Yami had retired a little late that night, and had been yawning to death before he mumbled a goodnight to Yuugi and locked himself inside his own little place. Rest came easily.
To easily, the gods must have thought, because his purple eyes shot open, and he stood up hastily, yelling, "Yuugi!"
The sleeping boy stirred in his sleep, and mumbled, "What.........? Yami? Huh?" He let out an ear splitting yawn, and rubbed his eyes, to see the see- through image of Yami standing by him, a frown on his dignified face.
"Yuugi...I'm sorry that I woke you, but I sense something. Something is going to happen. The past will become the present. My friend.........someone is going to get hurt."
The near-midget stared at him, "Yami, what are you talking about? Who's going to get hurt?" He scrambled to stand next to the pharaoh, who rubbed his temples.
"I don't know. I had a vision of anger...revenge...hatred, utter hatred. Two people will be in great danger from one of those two getting hurt. It's hard to explain, but it was as if I was in the past again. I cannot remember the faces, but." He briefly stopped, and Yuugi launched a theory at him.
"Kaiba again, maybe?" The small boy looked curiously at his darker side of himself.
Yami nodded shortly, "I think so, Yuugi. But the danger is not great yet; go to sleep and we'll worry about it in the morning."
"Goodnight, Yami."
"Goodnight, Yuugi."
***
"Come back and visit me again someday, Neva." Rei pressed her face against Shaadi's thick robes, fighting back tears. It had been such a short visit, and she had missed her caretaker so badly. She nodded mutely, and stood back to look at him, trying to smile.
"I won't forget my past ever again. All I needed to do was see you again for one day. No worries, my friend. We'll cross paths shortly-especially if she feels the need to." He nodded, and pressed something into her hand, "Goodbye little one." With that, he turned, and almost vanished in the crowded streets of the city.
With a sigh, Rei stuck whatever he had given her into her pocket, and hopped into the waiting taxi, the driver impatiently revving the engine. Within moments, they were away onto the lonely road into the desert.
The lonely girl leaned against the worn upholstery, and took out the package Shaadi had handed to her discreetly. It was the size of her fist, with hieroglyphics written on it neatly. Rei, who was fluent in the ancient script, read them to herself: By giving into greater power, we admit that it is stronger in everyway, and become weaker ourselves. She grinned. Lessons of life from a guy with a turban.
She carefully unwrapped the little gift, saving the paper. Inside, was a beautiful piece of Egyptian craftsmanship. A gold necklace, the chain intricately woven. On it was a tiny statue of the goddess Ma'at, Rei's longtime favorite goddess, who stood for justice and the balance of peace.
With a look of pure delight, she clasped it around her neck. The tiny gold ornament sparkled and trembled as she moved lightly, the clear gold contrasting with her outfit today: the trench coat, once more, white pants with big black flowers printed all over, and a black turtleneck. Her hair was loose once again, the Matrix-style sunglasses on top of her head, that she quietly lowered.
Tossing back an unruly strand of straight hair, she reached into her shoulder bag, rummaging around for a minute. For a second, some of its contents were revealed-a sketchbook, numerous pens, paints, and pencils, a small trash bag will clothes inside, and a laptop computer. Pulling out the computer, she opened it up, and started it. As the screen pulled up, she frowned.
There was a message waiting, titled: To Miss Omshare: Demand for Interpretation-Seto Kaiba
***
Seto leaned back into his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.
He had sent the 'black angel' an email 'asking' for dream-help a few hours ago. Really, it was more like an order. He had used the word demand several times. But he got what he wanted, and he wanted her to get the point-fast. Had gotten a load of work done today, as well.
He got up from his comfortable seat to grab a cell phone from the table by the door. Dialing a number quickly, he called his secretary at KaibaCorp, tapping his foot impatiently. The girl, what was her name? She had been in charge of keeping tabs on the Omshare girl.
"Hello, KaibaCorp. How may I help you?"
"It's Kaiba. Where's Omshare?"
There was a moment of silence, and her voice buzzed back, "Kaiba-san, she's heading home right now. Her flight's nearly here. About a half-hour or so."
"Good."
With that he hung up the phone, and dialed again, this time to his chauffeur.
"Kaiba. Bring the car down to the front of the house. We're going to the airport."
With as much grace as with the secretary, he hung up and left his room.
***
Needless to say, the ride home seemed shorter then last time to Rei. Of course, she had been anxious to go, no to return. But, hell, no use complaining. She'd be back. She promised.
Craning her next to look out the window, she smiled stiffly at the familiar sight of Domino City. The plane was already lowering, lowering onto a landing strip, the towers that kept track of the planes destinations and departures so clean and crisp, different from the sandy, weather worn ones of that pad in Egypt.
Rei squinted, and almost jolted in her seat as they landed, and eventually slowed to a halt. She couldn't get off the plane fast enough. Flying was never much fun. And that cretin, Seto Kaiba or something, was acting like a bastard, sending her such a jerk-off e-mail. Men.
With a look of disgust on her face, Rei quickly managed to the parking lot. Her pace slowed slightly, dark eyes behind the glasses taking everything in. People. Smiling. Happy. Careless. How she longed to be like them...
With a sigh, she turned, almost jumping out of her skin as someone put a hand on her shoulder. Whirling back around, she nearly punched Kaiba's chauffeur in the eye before he ducked out of the way hastily. Straightening his tie, he held up both hands, "Um...Rei Omshare? There's a car waiting for you."
She looked puzzled, but followed him cautiously. Living with Her had turned her wary and suspicious of everything so it was common for a friendly stranger to get knocked out. What she found waiting for her was surprising to say the least.
A long black limo, the back door open. Sitting inside, was a tall brown haired young man, looking quite bored. Seeing her approach, he shifted slightly, and watched intently as she stopped in front of the car door, "Seto Kaiba, I presume?"
"Yes. Get in the car."
A frown touched her beautiful features, and she slid in stiffly. For a moment, he said or did nothing, but leaned foreword, drumming his fingers on the seat as he stared at her. She stared right back, her mouth in a line, "Well?"
"You're going to do a dream interpretation for me, Miss Omshare. And I will not accept no for an answer."
"Really? Because I thought it was my choice to make." Her tone was icy.
"According to me, there is no choice for you to make. I pay well, and I won't publicly announce your existence like your other faithful clients. After all, we wouldn't want a vampire hunt to go after you." He countered with the same tone of voice, though with a touch of sarcasm.
Rei sighed a minute, one hand briefly touching the amulet around her neck. Just like him to make a comment on her looks and clothes. Through gritted teeth, she said shortly, "Ma'at is the Egyptian goddess who represents the balance of peace. You're going to find that balance very disturbed in about two seconds if you don't stop being such an ass-hole."
He glared at her, "I said I won't take no for an answer."
"Then I won't tell you know. I'll say...hmmm...HELL NO! That better?" She nodded crisply to him, and the car halted, the 18-year-old slamming the door shut behind her. Kaiba looked a little shocked at the moment as the darkly dressed young woman stomped off. Point to Rei.
A/N: I like this chapter. I love Kaiba, but I couldn't resist a bashing by Rei in this one. -cackles- Please review, folks, remember!