Sweet November ~ Chapter 5
Author's Note: This chapter is extremely Seto/Isis oriented. I love it. There was so much suspense I decided I needed to give those two some alone time together and this chapter was the result. Hope you enjoy. November 3rd
Isis was feeling extremely grateful and lucky at the moment. For one, she hadn't had any of those damn calls for two days. Furthermore, she had a date scheduled with a certain Seto Kaiba. Just the two of them, all alone for the entire evening. Seto had given the staff the night off and Yuugi and Jounouchi had so graciously agreed to have Mokuba over for the night. Which meant they would be totally alone with absolutely nothing to distract them.
Now the difficult part was deciding what to wear. Naturally, she had been to formal dinners before; however, she had never gone on the arm of Seto Kaiba. Most of the time they had eaten dinner at his house. Except for their first date and the less that was said about that evening the better off the rest of the world was. She started searching through her closet, looking for an outfit that Seto would enjoy as well. She sighed as she sorted through her clothes, finding nothing that really appealed to her. She shut the closet door, wondering if she should just go shopping and buy something new.
Outside the wind began to pick up, causing some of the smaller branches to tap against her window. She went into the living room, stepping out onto her balcony. The day was also getting cold and she wrapper her arms around herself. Looking down, she could see a black cat sitting on the sidewalk. She wondered what it was doing there, and more importantly, why she noticed and cared. She jumped as someone knocked on the door, turning to look warily in that direction. She knew it was stupid, but still, she had good reason to be paranoid. She crossed the room, opening the door, not exactly sure what she was expecting to see.
"I have a special delivery for Isis Ishtar from Kaiba Corporation," the man said, holding up a package.
"Thank you," she said, taking the box from him. He nodded once before walking away and Isis turned back inside, shutting the door behind her. Placing the box on the table, she pulled off the note that had been attached to the top. "I thought you could use this for this evening. Love, Seto."
She smiled, placing the note back on the table and opening the box, thinking of how Seto pampered her too much. She picked up the box, heading into her bedroom so she could get changed. Seto must have been serious when he said he was always going to take care of her or else he wouldn't be spending so much money on her. She put the dress on, admiring it in the full-length mirror. Well, he always did have good taste. The dress was black silk with thin straps that tied at the back of her neck and a very high slit that she wasn't exactly too fond of. He had also decided to provide her with matching high-heeled shoes, a silver choker, silver bracelets, and silver earrings. She smiled as she put the earrings in. He really did pamper her too much at times and she really wondered how much money he had spent. Of course, she didn't care much if that was his way of showing his love for her.
A bird landed outside her window, watching her as she began combing her hair. She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye. "Hello, little guy. There's a cat on the sidewalk so you better be careful," she warned. The bird bobbed its head, almost as if it had understood her. She turned away, looking back in the mirror and finishing her hair. 'Isis…' She spun back around, but the only thing she could see was the same little bird, watching her with his small, black, beady eyes. The fact that the bird was talking to her was absolutely absurd so she began to wonder if she had been hearing things… again. She stared at the bird and it chirped at her, hopping on its perch.
Someone knocked on the door and Isis jumped, nearly falling over because of the high heels on her shoes. She shot an accusatory glance at the bird before heading into the other room to answer the door. Seto was waiting for her as she opened the door, looking so handsome in his suit. "You look stunning," he told her, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.
"Well, thank you, Mister Kaiba." She smiled at him, locking her door as she went outside to the hall.
"Come on. I don't want to be late," he said, offering her his arm.
"Seto Kaiba, when have I ever made you late for anything?" she asked as they walked to the elevator.
He smirked as they stepped inside, pushing the button for the ground floor. "Isis, you know you make me late for wok almost every day."
"How?" she asked, staring defiantly up at him.
He smirked before leaning down to kiss her, one arm wrapping tighter around her waist. "That's how," he told her when he eventually pulled away from her.
She smiled up at him, wrapping her arm around his neck. "That's not my fault. Maybe you should learn to control yourself and then you wouldn't have that problem, now would you?"
"Maybe I don't want to," he responded as the elevator doors opened. "That sounds too much like something Yuugi would do." Isis shook her head, deciding no to shine the light on his disillusionment. He escorted her outside, leading her down to the waiting limo. He opened the door, helping her inside. "There you go, my lady."
"Thank you," Isis said, sitting down inside the limo. Seto closed the door and Isis waited patiently for him to join her.
Seto sat down next to her, smiling at her. "I think you know where to go," he instructed the driver.
"What? You're not going to tell me?" Isis said indignantly.
"That would ruin the surprise," he told her, cupping her cheek and leaning forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She curled her arm around his neck, sliding her eyes shut. "I'm sure, you'll enjoy it," he whispered softly in her ear. He quickly kissed her neck before leaning back in his seat. He smiled reassuringly over at her, lightly grabbing her hand.
She smiled back at him, entwining their fingers and gently squeezing his hand. "I'm sure I will." She turned her attention out the window, trying to formulate a guess as to where they were going. Unfortunately, she didn't know the town well enough so she didn't even have the slightest idea as to where they were, let alone where they were going. So, she would just have to wait until they arrived. But she trusted Seto; she had to. She turned her attention back to Seto, watching him as he stared out the window. "You know, you really are quite handsome."
"I know," he said smugly, turning to look at her, "that's why you spend all your time with me." He lifted her hand to his lips, brushing them lightly across her hand. She shook her head, turning once again to stare out the window. She knew she was going to enjoy herself this evening. She always did when she spent her time with Seto.
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The evening of November the third was the first Isis could remember where they went to the Kaiba mansion and there was not someone there to greet them. The experience was oddly pleasing. Dinner had been the typical formal affair and after it was over, Isis was more than eager to get back to the privacy of his mansion. "Things will get better," he promised as they went inside, planting a quick kiss on her lips.
"Are you sure you can live up to that promise, Seto?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Is that a challenge?" he responded, smirking down at her. She stared defiantly up at him, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "So stubborn," he told her, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other coming up to cup her chin, making her feel safe, protected, and loved. "So beautiful," he added tenderly, leaning down to capture her lips with his. She made a small sigh of pleasure, wrapping her arms tighter around him. His one arm established a firmer grip around her waist, the other one moving down even lower. The next thing she knew, her feet were swept out from underneath her and Seto was cradling her in his arms. He stopped kissing her, resting his forehead against hers. "Let no one ever say I didn't sweep you off your feet."
She laughed nervously, chancing a quick glance at the ground. "Seto, as romantic as the prospect seems, could you please put me down?" Seto looked at her disapprovingly, taking a step forward. She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms tighter around him. "Seto Kaiba, put me down."
He stopped, looking at her with those deep blue eyes. "What, don't you trust me?" She shook her head, burying her face in his neck. "That's better," he stated before starting off again. The only time she opened her eyes was halfway up the stairs and he immediately closed them again, burying her face once again in his neck. She got the distinct impression he was struggling not to laugh at her. When he stopped, Isis took the opportunity to scowl up at him. "Be a dear and open the door for me," he said, kissing her forehead. "And stop scowling. It's not befitting."
With a sigh she turned and pushed open the door for him. "If you still insist on carrying me, make sure you don't hit my head."
"Where's your faith in me? I carried you all the way up here without a problem, didn't I?" She looked doubtfully up at him before closing her eyes and snuggling closer to him. He carried her carefully inside, without bumping her head off of anything, and crossed the room to put her carefully down on his bed. "See, you're perfectly safe," he said, sitting down on the bed next to her. He brushed her hair behind her ear, leaning down to kiss her. She smiled, placing her hands on his shoulders. He pulled away from her and Isis immediately wondered what he was up to. "Take the dress off," he ordered.
"Seto!" she scolded, smacking him playfully on the arm. "Where are your manners?"
"That dress was expensive," he said. "Furthermore, you look very beautiful in it so I'd prefer if it was hanging up nice and safe."
She sighed, pushing him aside as she stood up. She was halfway across the room before she reached behind her neck. After glancing over her shoulder at him, she carefully untied the dress. A small movement outside the window caught her attention. "Seto, that bird is watching me," she said, pointing out the window.
"He's not the only one," Seto said, causing her to turn back in his direction. He raised her eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. Making a sound of disgust, she reached down to take off her shoes. One of which went flying in his direction. "Those shoes were expensive too you know," he said after he had carefully dodged it. She sighed, picking up the dress and hanging it in the closet. She reached up to take the necklace off but the sound of his voice stopped her. "Oh no, leave the jewelry on."
Isis turned back to him, hands on her hips. "Seto, do you realize you have strange tastes?" He smirked, extending his hand to her. She took it, sitting down on the bed next to him. "Of course, they're not that strange or else I wouldn't be here." She leaned forward to kiss him, her free hand curling around his neck.
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her down on the bed next to him. "Why don't we give that bird something entertaining to watch?" he asked mischievously before leaning in to kiss her again.
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November 4thIsis sighed as she woke up, her head rested on Seto's shoulder, her arm draped across his chest. He was still asleep and, smiling, she leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the side of his neck. He stirred slightly, turning his head and opening his eyes. "Good morning," she whispered. He grunted in response, turning his head the other way and closing his eyes.
She rolled her eyes, carefully getting out of bed. Looking out the window she saw that the bird was still sitting there on the same branch. She shook her head, making her way into the bathroom. She went straight to the sink, instantly turning the hot water on. She went about the task of washing her face, hot steam rising from the water. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She splashed the water on her face, reaching over for the towel. As she was drying herself, she stood up and looked in the mirror. She froze, dropping the towel onto her feet. In the steam on the mirror the words "Meet number 1" were written.
Taking a few deep breaths, she turned around slowly to face the shower. Hanging there inside the shower was the decaying body of a young girl. She screamed.
~ See, I had to go and ruin their perfect evening and give myself nightmares for the next five months. When November comes around I will never sleep. Anyways, please review and keep me motivated to continue.
