Love & Money
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A/N: Back so soon? that was fast! for me anyway! please review, thnak youu!!
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Chapter Two :: Starstruck
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Kaiba nodded to the guard standing by the door and the guard swiped his card through the slot, allowing the door to open. Once it had done Kaiba, followed by Mokuba, stepped inside his house, into his big main hall. He looked around, not sure what he was looking for. Mokuba's yawn echoded around the room and Kaiba looked at him.
"You wanna' go straight to bed?" he asked, glaring at him.
"I'll be ok" Mokuba said, then he turned around, but turned back again. "You fancie Isis" he laughed.
Kaiba looked shocked and raised an eyebrow at him. "Who?"
"Isis, the girl who played the Princess in that musical thingy"
Kaiba realised what he meant, "i do not" he said firmly, but he did feel some warmth towards her, something he felt about her that he had not felt for anyone.
"Come on Seto, i saw the way you looked at her" Mokuba cried, following Seto into the lviing room. It seemed Mokuba had become more of a "love" expert then his big brother.
Kaiba turned round and looked down at his brother, "I just enjoyed the play, that doesn't mean i love the girl that was in it, i don't even know her."
". . . Well, then go meet her!" Mokuba cried, throwing himself down in an armchair. Kaiba sat on the one next to him and leaned back sighing.
"Why would i wanna' do that?"
"Get an autograph"
"You should have said you wanted one, she was signing them about 10 minutes after the show"
"But i don't want one," Mokuba said, sitting up probarly, "you do!"
Kaiba didn't know where his little brother got all of his wierd ideas from, but maybe he was right, what's so bad about getting an autograph? he could meet the girl in person and proove to Mokuba he didn't fancie her, well, hopefully he didn't . . .
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Isis sat on her bed in her room. It was a small plain room, for such a star. Her bed was white and she was wearing an old white night gown her father had thrown at her, his room was next door, it was about three times the size and much more fitting for a star, but it was his not hers. She crossed her legs in front of her and tapped her fingers on the hard leg, which looked like it could brake at any minute.
She was having another thought spiral. She'd think of ideas, dreams, all the things she could do if she didn't have her father around her but then she'd think about him, how could he be her father? when he treats her so badly? is it possible?
Suddenly the phone rang in it's high pitched tone and Isis opened her eyes shocked. She was about to go and get it when she remembered her father had ordered her not to. She got up anyway and made her way to the door. Where she pressed her ear against it.
"Good evening, Mr Ishtar speaking . . ." she heard the father say, "Really? . . . Yes, of course i understand . . . This is very good news, we are honoured, i'll get her ready to meet him . . . yes- . . . Ok, very well, thank you very much, goodbye" Then she heard the phone click back into place.
Her door opened quickely and Isis jumped back, her father entered her room, ingoring the fact that he might have hurt her. He closed it and then stood then for about a minute, looking at her. "Well . . .?"
"Ye-"
"Don't talk, are you really so ungreatful and selfish?!" he said, as if she had been cursing him, "Now get changed, somone specail is coming and if you make a good impression on him, well, you never know" he said with a slight grin.
Isis however, did not know what he was talking about but made no effort to get changed, she did not want to, especailly in front of her father. It was always like this, in front of him she'd turn into a nervus wreck and when she's away from him she's fine.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? DO I NEED TO UNDRESS YOU MYSELF!" he cried suddenly, Isis had neraly forgotten he was there until then. He turned to her cupboard and pulled out a long blue dress and threw it onto her bed. "Here, wear that, and put on some make up, make yourself look presentable!"
At this point, Isis expected him to leave, but he didn't, he leaned back against the wall and glared at her. She turned round and reached for the back of her gown, to take it off when he spoke again; "turn round . . ." he said quietly. Her expression dropped, her own father was such a pervert. She turned round and took off her gown quickely, grabbing the other dress and putting it on, the whole time keeping her eyes closed, she did not want to see him.
"There . . ." he said, "That wasn't so bad now was it? now get ready, brush your hair, find some shoes." and with that he left her alone in her room, with a horrible impression of him.
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"Well here we are . . ." Kaiba said, stepping out of the limo and looking at the block of penthouses in front of him. "Number . . . 43"
"This is so cool, i'm gonna' meet Isis!" Mokuba said, Kaiba sighed and looked at him.
"You said you didn't want to . . ."
Mokuba shrugged and Seto shrugged too. He did not what else to say, in fact, he didn't even know why he was stood there on that night with slight rain dampening his hair. "Come on then!" Mokuba cried, and he was dragged into the penthouse block.
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Isis stood near the door, standing straight, the father had combed his ahir too, and was stood by the door, ready to open it, then he turned to her. "This is Kaiba who's coming, not any old fan . . . This guy has money," Isis knew that was all her father was interested in. He walked over to her and grabbed her chin in his fingers and janked her face up. "You ebtter like him, do you understand me girl?"
Isis tried to answer but did not, she felt fear towards her father, but did not liek to show it, unfortunetly she didn't do a very good job of it. "Are you scared?" he asked, with a smile. Isis closed her eyes and tried to block him out. "You should be scared of me Isis . . . i am your father"
Then he let go roughly, and Isis grabbed her chin, it felt hot and stung when she touched it.
Before anyone could say more there was a knock on the door and Mr. Ishtar went to open it to reveal a man dressed in black and sun glasses, even though it was a rainy night. "Mr. Kaiba" he said, wihtout an utter of hello, and moved out the way and Seto appeared in his place, Mokuba behind him.
"Mr Kiaba!" Isis' father said, with joy and a slight bow.
"Hello" Kiaba said, his gaze turned to Isis who stood calmly there, not looking up nor down, not even looking ahead.
"Please come in" he said and Kaiba and Mokuba stepped in, leaving his hentchman outside, waiting. "Can i get you anything?" Isis' father was clearly being nice to him in the hope that they might obtain some money.
"We're fine thank-you, i've just come to meet Isis," he said, "Which 'm guessing is you" he said, ingoring the man, and Mokuba, he walked over to Isis, who looked at him for the first time.
Their eyes met and both of them felt the same way, no one was there anymore, it was beyond emotion it was just plain . . . happiness. As if Kaiba had never been alone, and as if Isis had always been loved, thye saw in each other what they had laways longed for, and it was like no one could brake it . . . it was love.
"Mr Kiaba?" Isis' father said, almost shouting. Kaiba looked away from Isis unwillingly. He stared at Mr Ishtar and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want an autograph?"
"Yeah . . . Umm . . . yeah, sorry, i want one for my little brother, Mokuba," he said, taking out a programme from the show, he gave it to Isis, she took it, touching his hand as she did so and smiling faintly. "Could you sign this for me please?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba!" Her father interupted yet again, "but autographes do cost money you know"
"They do?" Mokuba piped up by mistake and Kaiba glared at him.
"No they don't" Isis said, looking at Kaiba longingly, she knew she would pay for this once he was gone, but for once all she thought was 'stuff you father, you won't ruin my life anymore". That's how he made her feel . . .
Her father looked enraged, and wanted to raise his voice so badly, but he knew if he did, he'd be through so he smiled and nodded. Isis gripped a pen and wrote her signature on the piece of paper. "Can i have yours?" she asked, holding out the programme and pen to him. Kiba grinned and nodded, he too signed it then ripped the piece off with his name on and gave it to her.
Mokuba knew it, they did love each other, he could tell by the way they did everything they did. He grinned at his brother, but knew they better be going or else it oculd get worse, "Umm . . . Seto, can we go home now?" Seto turned round and nodded.
"Already?" Mr Ishtar cried, sonding desperate. "Oh . . ple-"
"I'm sorry sir, it's been a pleasure meeting Isis, but we really have a busy . . . night," he said and with that he and Mokubaheaded for the door. "Goodbye . . ." he said, not meaning it to be for nayone but Isis, and she understood that and watched him sleave, the door shadowing his face as it closed and . . .
He vanished.
"YOU STUPID, STUPID LITTLE BITCH!" Her father screamed at her, he punced at her and grabbed her by her hair. Isis had been expecting it and put her hands out to try and defend herself but her father was too strong. He pucnhed her over the face about five times before throwing her across the room.
With a scream she slammed into the wall, and blood gushed from her nose onto her dress. She got up and ran into her bedroom as fast as she could, her father slamming into the door behind her. She put her old bedside table on the door and listneed to her father banging against it as she started to cry.
She threw herself down on her bed, still, not understanding how anyone could do this to hurt, even when she was thei daughter . . .
Slowely she opened her hand, which had blood on it to reveal a small piece of paper that Kaiba had written on. She sat up slowely and looked at it, her blood and tears fell onto it as she read it to herself, over and over again . . .
'Isis, Don't Forget Me, Seto Kaiba' . . .
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A/N: Back so soon? that was fast! for me anyway! please review, thnak youu!!
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Chapter Two :: Starstruck
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Kaiba nodded to the guard standing by the door and the guard swiped his card through the slot, allowing the door to open. Once it had done Kaiba, followed by Mokuba, stepped inside his house, into his big main hall. He looked around, not sure what he was looking for. Mokuba's yawn echoded around the room and Kaiba looked at him.
"You wanna' go straight to bed?" he asked, glaring at him.
"I'll be ok" Mokuba said, then he turned around, but turned back again. "You fancie Isis" he laughed.
Kaiba looked shocked and raised an eyebrow at him. "Who?"
"Isis, the girl who played the Princess in that musical thingy"
Kaiba realised what he meant, "i do not" he said firmly, but he did feel some warmth towards her, something he felt about her that he had not felt for anyone.
"Come on Seto, i saw the way you looked at her" Mokuba cried, following Seto into the lviing room. It seemed Mokuba had become more of a "love" expert then his big brother.
Kaiba turned round and looked down at his brother, "I just enjoyed the play, that doesn't mean i love the girl that was in it, i don't even know her."
". . . Well, then go meet her!" Mokuba cried, throwing himself down in an armchair. Kaiba sat on the one next to him and leaned back sighing.
"Why would i wanna' do that?"
"Get an autograph"
"You should have said you wanted one, she was signing them about 10 minutes after the show"
"But i don't want one," Mokuba said, sitting up probarly, "you do!"
Kaiba didn't know where his little brother got all of his wierd ideas from, but maybe he was right, what's so bad about getting an autograph? he could meet the girl in person and proove to Mokuba he didn't fancie her, well, hopefully he didn't . . .
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Isis sat on her bed in her room. It was a small plain room, for such a star. Her bed was white and she was wearing an old white night gown her father had thrown at her, his room was next door, it was about three times the size and much more fitting for a star, but it was his not hers. She crossed her legs in front of her and tapped her fingers on the hard leg, which looked like it could brake at any minute.
She was having another thought spiral. She'd think of ideas, dreams, all the things she could do if she didn't have her father around her but then she'd think about him, how could he be her father? when he treats her so badly? is it possible?
Suddenly the phone rang in it's high pitched tone and Isis opened her eyes shocked. She was about to go and get it when she remembered her father had ordered her not to. She got up anyway and made her way to the door. Where she pressed her ear against it.
"Good evening, Mr Ishtar speaking . . ." she heard the father say, "Really? . . . Yes, of course i understand . . . This is very good news, we are honoured, i'll get her ready to meet him . . . yes- . . . Ok, very well, thank you very much, goodbye" Then she heard the phone click back into place.
Her door opened quickely and Isis jumped back, her father entered her room, ingoring the fact that he might have hurt her. He closed it and then stood then for about a minute, looking at her. "Well . . .?"
"Ye-"
"Don't talk, are you really so ungreatful and selfish?!" he said, as if she had been cursing him, "Now get changed, somone specail is coming and if you make a good impression on him, well, you never know" he said with a slight grin.
Isis however, did not know what he was talking about but made no effort to get changed, she did not want to, especailly in front of her father. It was always like this, in front of him she'd turn into a nervus wreck and when she's away from him she's fine.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? DO I NEED TO UNDRESS YOU MYSELF!" he cried suddenly, Isis had neraly forgotten he was there until then. He turned to her cupboard and pulled out a long blue dress and threw it onto her bed. "Here, wear that, and put on some make up, make yourself look presentable!"
At this point, Isis expected him to leave, but he didn't, he leaned back against the wall and glared at her. She turned round and reached for the back of her gown, to take it off when he spoke again; "turn round . . ." he said quietly. Her expression dropped, her own father was such a pervert. She turned round and took off her gown quickely, grabbing the other dress and putting it on, the whole time keeping her eyes closed, she did not want to see him.
"There . . ." he said, "That wasn't so bad now was it? now get ready, brush your hair, find some shoes." and with that he left her alone in her room, with a horrible impression of him.
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"Well here we are . . ." Kaiba said, stepping out of the limo and looking at the block of penthouses in front of him. "Number . . . 43"
"This is so cool, i'm gonna' meet Isis!" Mokuba said, Kaiba sighed and looked at him.
"You said you didn't want to . . ."
Mokuba shrugged and Seto shrugged too. He did not what else to say, in fact, he didn't even know why he was stood there on that night with slight rain dampening his hair. "Come on then!" Mokuba cried, and he was dragged into the penthouse block.
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Isis stood near the door, standing straight, the father had combed his ahir too, and was stood by the door, ready to open it, then he turned to her. "This is Kaiba who's coming, not any old fan . . . This guy has money," Isis knew that was all her father was interested in. He walked over to her and grabbed her chin in his fingers and janked her face up. "You ebtter like him, do you understand me girl?"
Isis tried to answer but did not, she felt fear towards her father, but did not liek to show it, unfortunetly she didn't do a very good job of it. "Are you scared?" he asked, with a smile. Isis closed her eyes and tried to block him out. "You should be scared of me Isis . . . i am your father"
Then he let go roughly, and Isis grabbed her chin, it felt hot and stung when she touched it.
Before anyone could say more there was a knock on the door and Mr. Ishtar went to open it to reveal a man dressed in black and sun glasses, even though it was a rainy night. "Mr. Kaiba" he said, wihtout an utter of hello, and moved out the way and Seto appeared in his place, Mokuba behind him.
"Mr Kiaba!" Isis' father said, with joy and a slight bow.
"Hello" Kiaba said, his gaze turned to Isis who stood calmly there, not looking up nor down, not even looking ahead.
"Please come in" he said and Kaiba and Mokuba stepped in, leaving his hentchman outside, waiting. "Can i get you anything?" Isis' father was clearly being nice to him in the hope that they might obtain some money.
"We're fine thank-you, i've just come to meet Isis," he said, "Which 'm guessing is you" he said, ingoring the man, and Mokuba, he walked over to Isis, who looked at him for the first time.
Their eyes met and both of them felt the same way, no one was there anymore, it was beyond emotion it was just plain . . . happiness. As if Kaiba had never been alone, and as if Isis had always been loved, thye saw in each other what they had laways longed for, and it was like no one could brake it . . . it was love.
"Mr Kiaba?" Isis' father said, almost shouting. Kaiba looked away from Isis unwillingly. He stared at Mr Ishtar and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want an autograph?"
"Yeah . . . Umm . . . yeah, sorry, i want one for my little brother, Mokuba," he said, taking out a programme from the show, he gave it to Isis, she took it, touching his hand as she did so and smiling faintly. "Could you sign this for me please?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba!" Her father interupted yet again, "but autographes do cost money you know"
"They do?" Mokuba piped up by mistake and Kaiba glared at him.
"No they don't" Isis said, looking at Kaiba longingly, she knew she would pay for this once he was gone, but for once all she thought was 'stuff you father, you won't ruin my life anymore". That's how he made her feel . . .
Her father looked enraged, and wanted to raise his voice so badly, but he knew if he did, he'd be through so he smiled and nodded. Isis gripped a pen and wrote her signature on the piece of paper. "Can i have yours?" she asked, holding out the programme and pen to him. Kiba grinned and nodded, he too signed it then ripped the piece off with his name on and gave it to her.
Mokuba knew it, they did love each other, he could tell by the way they did everything they did. He grinned at his brother, but knew they better be going or else it oculd get worse, "Umm . . . Seto, can we go home now?" Seto turned round and nodded.
"Already?" Mr Ishtar cried, sonding desperate. "Oh . . ple-"
"I'm sorry sir, it's been a pleasure meeting Isis, but we really have a busy . . . night," he said and with that he and Mokubaheaded for the door. "Goodbye . . ." he said, not meaning it to be for nayone but Isis, and she understood that and watched him sleave, the door shadowing his face as it closed and . . .
He vanished.
"YOU STUPID, STUPID LITTLE BITCH!" Her father screamed at her, he punced at her and grabbed her by her hair. Isis had been expecting it and put her hands out to try and defend herself but her father was too strong. He pucnhed her over the face about five times before throwing her across the room.
With a scream she slammed into the wall, and blood gushed from her nose onto her dress. She got up and ran into her bedroom as fast as she could, her father slamming into the door behind her. She put her old bedside table on the door and listneed to her father banging against it as she started to cry.
She threw herself down on her bed, still, not understanding how anyone could do this to hurt, even when she was thei daughter . . .
Slowely she opened her hand, which had blood on it to reveal a small piece of paper that Kaiba had written on. She sat up slowely and looked at it, her blood and tears fell onto it as she read it to herself, over and over again . . .
'Isis, Don't Forget Me, Seto Kaiba' . . .