Sweet November ~ Chapter 7
AN: Yeah, we're finally on chapter 7! Sorry it took so long for the update but I was back in school so while I was readjusting to that groove I've had little or no time to write. But now I'm back in the business.
On another note, I have started a Seto/Isis group so all of you that support this couple (which, obviously, you do or you would not be here) join. The link can be found on my profile page and it's real easy to sign up.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've had extra fun with this one. *evil laugh *
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She wished she knew where Seto had gone off. She hadn't seen him in over an hour, and he wasn't much of a people person so she doubted he had become engaged in conversation somewhere. Besides, the people he acquainted himself with were not the type of people Yuugi and Jounouchi had invited to their party. She leaned back against the wall, watching the other guests converse around her. Most of the people she hadn't known but she really hadn't expected to. Still, she wanted to know where Seto had gone. He was so tall, he shouldn't have been that hard to find. She straightened herself up, peering over the heads of her teenage companions.
She sighed, not catching even the slightest glimpse of her tall lover. Through the thinning crows, something a bit different did happen to catch her attention. She could barely see Yuugi and Jounouchi against the far wall; Yuugi with a sad look in his eyes and Jounouchi with a hand on the smaller teen's shoulder. Unconsciously taking a step forward, Isis watched as Jounouchi leaned forward to whisper something in Yuugi's ear. Yuugi nodded and Jounouchi placed a hand on his friend's back, leading him to the stairs with a short glance over his shoulder. After looking around once more for Seto, Isis made her way across the room, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. She too took one last glance over her shoulder, hoping to find a reason for her actions. She slowly lifted her left foot to the first step, her hand coming to rest on the banister. Most of the noise was coming from behind her, yet from somewhere up the stairs, she could indistinctly hear another sound. She moved up the stairs, pausing only once more to listen. The sound was no more, and her curiosity was eating away at her.
So, she finished her journey, pausing for a moment to think where the two teenagers may have gone. Treading softly down the hall, she stopped outside of what must have been Yuugi's room. They had left the door partially open and peering inside, she could almost see them both entirely. Jounouchi was slightly blocking her view of Yuugi. Yuugi was leaning back against the wall, looking to the ground away from her. Jounouchi was standing directly in front of him, whispering something in Yuugi's ear. Isis smiled to herself, and turned around, figuring Jounouchi had the situation under control and was doing a fine job on his own. As she turned to leave, something caught her attention and she stopped where she was, stretching out her hand to lightly brush her fingertips across the wall. She shuddered at the wet contact, frowning as she pulled her hand away. Why didn't they have lights in this place? 'Isis, my beautiful November…' She froze, looking to either side out of the corner of her eyes. 'Why don't you turn around?' the voice asked seductively, sending chills down her back. 'I have a very special surprise for you.'
She closed her eyes, breath quickening as she fought against the temptation. 'Turn around, my love. I promise you will enjoy it.' Something tugged at her mind, creating a sharp pain at the base of her neck. 'Turn around!' She let out a strangled sob as she realized she had no choice but to obey. Turning around slowly, she kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see what this voice had in store for her. 'Open your eyes,' the voice whispered, a gentle stimulation at the back of her mind. Opening them, her eyes locked onto gleaming white bone behind a torrent of red set within pale skin. Gasping, she raised her hand to her mouth, reeling backwards against the wall.
Over her own heavy breathing, she could barely make out Yuugi's pained whisper. "Jounouchi-kun, why?" She blinked away a few tears, wondering the same thing herself. Those two had seemed to be perfect together. She barely saw the glint of the knife before Jounouchi trust it into Yuugi's chest. She stood hopelessly spellbound, watching as Yuugi's brilliant violet eyes slid shut one last time before he slumped to the floor.
Sobbing, she closed her eyes and turned her head, unable to look at Yuugi's dull, lifeless body. 'Isis, open your eyes… There's still so much left you have to see…' Despite the hundreds of reasons she knew why she shouldn't, she obeyed, slowly lifting her eyes to look into what had once been Yuugi's room. Jounouchi turned around, locking eyes with hers. She stifled a gasp, unable to stop her reaction to the sight. His eyes were lifeless, sad, dulled by the sense of a great loss. What disturbed her most was he did not seem to recognize her or even see her. Tears brimmed briefly in the corner of his eyes and her heart ached to comfort him, despite what she had just seen.
"Jounouchi," she said, taking a step closer to him, half extending her arm towards him. He didn't seem to hear her and at this point, he hadn't even acknowledged her. "Jounouchi?" Too late she saw the knife in his hand, still dripping with Yuugi's blood. Briefly, she was afraid that he might kill her as well. In a flash of movement, he brought the weapon up, and brought it back down again through his heart. Isis watched, frozen, as he crumpled to the ground, resting forever next to Yuugi. She shuddered, turning her body back towards the stairs.
She found Seto. He was standing at the top of the stairs, glaring at her disapprovingly, one hand held behind his back. "You shouldn't have come up here, Isis," he told her in a low dangerous voice. She met his gaze steadily, not bothering to wipe away her tears. He would comfort her. He had to because he loved her more than anything. "I never wanted to hurt you." She pulled back from him as the words sunk in, a sincere distrust growing in her chest. He pulled his hand from behind his back, slowly revealing what he had kept hidden from her. She found herself staring in horror at the Sennen Rod. "But seeing as how you are a witness, I suppose I have no choice." Something clutched at the back of her mind, a growing fog that was sweeping rapidly throughout her brain. She struggled for breath, fighting to keep in control of her mind. "I'm so sorry, Isis."
Isis woke up safe in her own bed, a bit ruffled from her dream. She really didn't know what she was to make of it; everything had seemed so out of the ordinary. Beside her, she could hear the gentle snoring of her lover. Somehow listening to the sound was almost soothing, helping her sort through her jumbled thoughts. She figures she must have had one of those strange dreams that just couldn't be explained. After all, everyone had those dreams at some point. And she didn't believe they were somehow uncovering some hidden desire. She turned towards the sleeping form next to her, shaking him lightly on the shoulder. He mumbled in his sleep, rolling over to face her. "I had a horrible dream," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.
She was rewarded with his strong arms encircling her, holding her safe. "You'll be all right. It was just a silly dream," he reassured her before kissing her lightly on the lips.
She smiled, pressing her nose against his. "I love you, Jounouchi," she whispered, kissing the bridge of his nose with a slight giggle.
"I know."
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Isis bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily and perspiring lightly. "What god did I piss off?" She chanced a look to the side, not exactly sure of who was going to be there this time. Thankfully, Seto seemed to be sleeping quite soundly next to her. She smiled weakly, sighing as she brought one knee close to her chest. Folding her arms over her knee, she rested her forehead on them. Closing her eyes, she vividly recalled an image of Yuugi and Jounouchi lying lifelessly on the floor together. The tears welled in her eyes as she opened them, denying the image with every fiber of her being. If something like that could happen to those tow, how safe was she with Seto? Magic was a very dangerous thing and people did the most horrible things under its influence. What if Seto did manage to get hold of the Sennen Rod? Did he hate Yuugi so much that he would take revenge in such a fashion? She blinked as a tear rolled its way slowly down her cheek. The memory of Jounouchi's deadened eyes haunted her, eyes capable of murder of his dearest friend yet still showing a great remorse.
She shook her head, saying, "It was just a dream." So why was it so painful? Lifting her head and turning to Seto, she suddenly realized why the dream had hurt her so much. The sense of Seto's betrayal was like a dagger through her heart. Still, he would never do anything like using Jounouchi to kill Yuugi in real life. That much she was fairly certain of. She tenderly caresses his cheek, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "I love you." She settled back into bed, curling up close to Seto and burying her face in his neck. Closing her eyes, she struggled to think of pleasant thoughts, perhaps something about the attractive young man sleeping beside her. However, her mind was filled with Yuugi's eyes at Jounouchi's betrayal and her own heartache at Seto's.
November 9th
Seto leaned back in his office chair, placing his pen down next to the stack of papers he had been working on. He looked at the silver frame on his desk, smiling at the sight of his beautiful goddess. Of course, things hadn't been going quite as perfectly as he would have hoped. Still, he loved her and he was more than willing to accept her quirks along with the rest of her. If only her quirks didn't include her suddenly becoming very paranoid about being in his house. Granted, finding that body had been disturbing, not to mention highly disgusting, but he managed to continue living there. Besides, the occurrence had just been one of those strange things that unfortunately had to occur to him and his girlfriend. Though he couldn't figure out how the prankster had managed to make their way through security. Not that he was frightened, he just wanted to know who would be stupid enough to challenge him in such a manner.
"Mister Kaiba, the police are on line one. He said it was urgent."
Obviously it had to be about the body. Perhaps they had an identity. But why would they want to call him about something like that? He really didn't care who it was just as long as she didn't show up in his mansion again. He picked up the phone. "Hello, Seto Kaiba speaking."
"Mister Kaiba, I'm sorry to bother you at work but we just received the results of the DNA testing on that body found in your bathroom."
"If you're implying I did something I'm afraid you must be highly mistaken."
"Not at all, Mister Kaiba. I'm just worried about the safety of your lovely girlfriend."
"Isis?" he asked, sounding more concerned than he intended to. He leaned forward in the chair, his free hand clutching the end of the armrest.
"I don't mean to alarm you, but that body you found is a young girl we like to call Miss June. I'm sure you've heard about the string of murders going on recently. She was number one, and she's shown up in the boyfriend's house of every girl since then. I don't want to see your girlfriend nicknamed Miss November."
He leaned back in this chair, taking a deep breath and trying to sort out the information he was receiving. "Are you telling me my girlfriend is next in line to die?"
"Nothing is for sure, but she may very well be."
"Why haven't you caught the damn bastard yet?" he asked angrily.
"He's too tricky. Besides, the girl's never talk so we don't know what's happening until it's too late. Try to get her to talk to you. See if anything strange is happening and tell us everything. It's the only way you can protect her."
"I understand," he said, hanging up the phone. His hand lingered on the receiver as his eyes traveled to the picture of Isis on his desk. He wouldn't believe she would be keeping any secrets from him. Then again, she had been acting a bit preoccupied over the past week. He had blamed her strange behavior on her time of the month but he was willing to admit he could have been wrong. Usually when it was that time she just got a lot snappier and she normally wasn't so secretive. She told him everything, even the stuff he didn't need to hear. He would have to talk to her; it didn't seem as if he had any other options. "Isis, what are you hiding from me?" he asked her picture. Of course, he didn't receive any answers. He took another long look at the stack of papers before him, waiting to be completed. He stood, turning away from his work. Some things were just a little bit more important; Isis was one of those few things.
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Isis brushed a strand of long black hair behind her ear, sighing as she pulled the last plate out of her dishwasher. She hummed a little tune as she wiped the plate, placing it in the cupboard. "Well, that was actually amusing," she said as she closed the cabinet door. She had been keeping herself busy, trying to forget about her dream. She wasn't exactly sure which part of the dream disturbed her most, but none of it was very pleasant in light of her current situation.
She pulled the note out of her pocket, glancing over it again. She fingered the edges lightly, a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. As someone knocked on the door, she jumped, opening her cupboard and throwing the note inside. "Just a minute!" she called, smoothing the front of her dress.
After yanking the door open, she was graced with the perfect image of Seto. "Hello, Isis. Are you alone?"
"Maybe. Let me check," she said, gesturing for him to come inside. She walked into her living room, feeling Seto's reassuring presence behind a few short steps behind her. He pressed himself against her, wrapping his arm protectively around her. "I guess I don't have to worry about anyone bothering me while you're here," she murmured, leaning back against him.
He pulled away from her, gently guiding her until she was facing him. She withdrew from him, not recognizing the look in his eyes. They seemed almost dangerous as if he were hurt and willing to harm someone to rectify the problem. "Isis, you would tell me if there was something troubling you, right?" he asked her gently, placing his fingers underneath her chin.
His deep blue eyes searched hers, and she barely managed not to turn away. She gulped, eyes wide as she stared up at him. "Of course," she said, tilting her head towards him. He didn't believe her and she could see it in his eyes. With a resigned sigh she turned her eyes away and he let his hand fall to his side. There was nothing she could say that would make him believe her. Besides, she wasn't willing to face the truth just yet. She refused to believe she was going to die in twenty-three days.
~ Let the Queen of Evil reign forever. Remember to review and tell me what you think and then join the Seto/Isis club. I promise we have fun.
