Chapter 5: Apology
The next morning Seto awoke from an almost sleepless night.
"Ryuko," he whispered.
The KaibaCorp CEO arose from his bed and made his way to the girl's room. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. After a few more knocks, he unlocked the door and entered. Ryuko was fast asleep.
"I still can't believe what I did to her. Before yesterday, I would have never thought about doing that to anyone…"
Seto sat down at the desk and pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of one of the drawers to write Ryuko a letter.
Dear Ryuko,
Please read this. I am so sorry about what happened last night. It was not right of me to take advantage of you when you trusted me. I don't know what made me do that. I promise that I will never harm you like that again. I just ask for your forgiveness. Yesterday I lusted for you and could not contain myself. Today I love you, not because of your body, but for what you went through. You're still alive and you show strength for that. Please forgive me, Ryuko. I am so sorry.
-Seto Kaiba
Seto reread the letter. It sounded really corny, but this was something that couldn't be said in a few words. He got up and stood beside Ryuko's bed, stroking her long hair gently. There was blood on pillow where her head rested and on the sheets nearby. Seto traced the blood to her wrist where he was surprised, yet, not so much surprised to see the many cuts.
"Oh Ryuko, please don't kill yourself," he mumbled.
The girl stirred from her sleep and became angry to see Seto standing near her with his hand touching her wrist.
"Damn you!" she screamed. Then she grabbed the pair of scissors and began to hack away at her wrist again.
"Ryuko stop!" he took the scissors away from her.
"Why? So I don't die so you can just fuck me again?!"
"No. I just don't want you to die."
"Well, I do want to, so give me back the scissors."
"Do you really want to die," he asked softly.
"Yes, because I don't feel like fucking with you again."
"I'm not going to rape you again."
"You're not?"
"No."
Ryuko climbed out of her bed sorely.
"Will you please forgive me?"
"NO!" she yelled. She punched him in the jaw again. "You bastard! What makes you think that I would even want to consider forgiving you?!"
Seto was hit by another punch.
"I hate you! I trusted you and you raped me! I hate you! I will always hate you! You're nothing but a fucking bastard!" she continued to yell, throwing punch after punch at Seto. He stood there taking every blow without defending himself knowing that he didn't deserve to. Blood was pouring out of his nose and his head was beginning to throb. Finally Ryuko fell to her knees, exhausted, and weeping with her head in her hands.
"Just go away," she sobbed.
Seto walked to the bathroom and took out some gauze and medical tape out of the medicine cabinet. He crouched down to her level on the floor.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to fix up your wrist a bit."
"Why?"
"Look, I'm really sorry about last night…"
"Do you really think I care about how you feel? You didn't care about me last night so why should I give a damn about you?"
"Please Ryuko; you don't really want to die, do you?"
"No."
"Then let me help you."
Reluctantly, Ryuko held out her hand. The scabs on her wrist had split open and were bleeding again. Seto wrapped the gauze carefully and snuggly on her wrist and then held it together with the tape. She winced as Seto touched her hand, a look of hatred blazing in her eyes.
"Ryuko, I'm sorry."
"Will you just shut up?!"
Seto finished putting the bandage on her arm and stood up."
"You don't have to work here anymore, if you don't want to, and I'm not going to lock you in here again."
"I'll still work here, but I don't ever want to see you again. Now go."
The teenage boy put the unused gauze and tape on her nightstand and left. Ryuko sat down on her bed and cried.
"I don't get it. He was so horrible last night and now he was acting all nice. How dare he ask that I forgive him?! Does he even realize what it was like for me?"
Ryuko gasped.
"What if I'm pregnant? The last time I had my period was three weeks ago. No! I can't be bearing his child! There's still a week left my next. Maybe I'm not pregnant. I hope…"