Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, see pretty self-explanatory.
In my Dreams-Ch4
"Mom, I'll be fine--no, it's alright; you don't have to come here. I am catching the next flight back home. Don't worry. Oh, mom, my phone card is running out of money. I'll phone you when I arrive." I hung up the payphone and walked out of the phone booth, carrying my LV bag.
It had been a day since the warehouse incident. I talked with the family where I've stayed for the past months. It was because of them that I was able to support myself financially as I studied. I have been to my university college, transferring myself back to Canada. The counsellors weren't happy, but I got what I wanted in the end. Well, I guess they had the right to be angry; after all, I didn't exactly give an explanation as to why I wanted to transfer in the middle of the year.
It was quite funny because it was all solved when I said I don't wan t my money back. I don't think they cared as to why I wanted to leave anyway. They just don't want to do the work, but it wasn't as if I wanted to go back to Canada. But I was scared, no, I was petrified. 'Psycho's' words echoed in my mind.
I didn't stay in the hospital for long. I got out as soon as the doctors finished checking my body. Miraculously, no one stopped me from getting out of the hospital or asked me to pay for anything. However, there was no such thing as 'a free lunch' in the world. Maybe "Psycho' paid my share of the medical bills. Let's hope so for now.
At the exit of the hospital, he was standing there waiting for me. We stood in front of each other, engaging ourselves into a staring contest. I soon looked down onto the floor, shaking my head and giving a weak smile, I walked around him. What was the point anyway? There was nothing to be said. I was confused and I wanted questions, but I just didn't want to be near him. There was something about him that I feared. He was too full of himself, and those men are those who would dare to do anything to get what he wants.
Just when I walked past him, he grabbed my right wrist, trying to pull me towards him. I looked firmed at him and stood my ground, not letting him pull me any closer that he already had. He smirked and moved close to me. He leaned forward and whispered words that freaked me out to no end-
"If I had only knew what would happen to you once you have left. I should have tied you up and keep you from the rest of the world when you were still within my reach. I've let you go once, I am not about to repeat the same mistake again."
My eyes widen, before I realized what I was doing, I steered my hand out of his grip and calmly walked away.
Ok, fine, I didn't walk, I ran.
What kind of man would say those words? An insane man, that's what! I guess the word 'psycho' suited him better than I had thought.
I looked at my watch, 4:30pm. I headed toward the Cactus Club, where I worked as a bartender. I am going to give my boss my resignation letter. Then, I was planning to go to the airport and wait for a plane that has an extra seat that would take me back to Canada. I didn't mind spending more money on the airplane ticket; there were always people that would cancel their trip due to some problem. I wouldn't mind being a back-up passenger as long as I could get back to Canada. I didn't think that I'll be coming back to Japan any time soon.
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"What the hell do you mean that all your flights are full?" I demanded.
The lady, who was sitting behind the counter of an airline, patiently repeated the same words. "The flights for the next few days are completely booked."
"What about the flights for next week? Don't tell me that they are all full either." I tapped my left foot on the ground. I was fuming inside, something fishy is going on. In fact, I think that the woman was lying to me right now. But why? Wasn't the point of having a company was to make money? I would've fired this person's butt off by now.
Maybe it was my killer look or that the woman got tired of me, either way, she phoned the manager. The manager came a moment later, he was a chubby man, between his mid forties. He came and mentioned me to move to the side so I won't hold up the traffic.
"Sorry miss; we can't sell you any tickets."
"So the truth comes out. Tell me, what the hell is going on. I asked several airlines and they told me that they have a few empty spots. However, right after I mentioned my name, they all said that their flights are fully booked. I want answers and I wanted it now!"
He raised his eyebrow, "you really don't know what happened? Mr. Kaiba told all the airlines specifically to not sell you any tickets. The airline who dares to sell you a ticket would be bought off."
I froze, was this what he meant by never letting me go again? By trapping me in Japan?
"Look lady, I don't know what happened between you and Mr. Kaiba. However, this airline will never sell you a anything until he says otherwise. I am sure that other airlines would do the same thing. Who wants to have their airline bought off? This is a small company; we will never do anything that would cross his line."
I gave a sigh. Why were things so complicated? I was totally confused. What was the purpose of keeping me in Japan when I refused to stay? He acted as if I was his lover or something. If he was, then I've remembered. It wasn't as if I could forget anything about dating since I only went out with a few people. I didn't think that my memories sucked that much.
Besides, that Seto Kaiba buy wasn't someone who one can forget so easily. Unless I met him before I was ten. My memory was very blurry, as if my mind refused to recall anything. I couldn't exactly recall as to what I did or whom I've met before that time. However who would be able to remember ever single thing. Besides, this was the first time for me to come to Japan. At least, it should be.
Yet that guy acted as if he knew me. I wasn't surprised if he knew my name, he could've checked my identification during the time when I was unconscious. Thank god that he didn't do anything bad to me at that time. I shivered, so he didn't want to hurt me, but what does he want? The way he looked at me scared me. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me up in one gulp. I didn't want to see him again unless the situation required it.
It was as if he planned this whole thing. This was clearly a trap, trying to lure me to talk to him. Even so, if I don't, I will never be able to get out of here. Maybe this was the time where I question him in person about what the hell he wants with me.
I guess there was only one way to find out. With that, I walked out of the airport. I got into a taxi and told the drive my destination-Kaiba Corp.
+++++++++ Yes! I finally finished this chapter. I was wondering does anyone cared about the story anymore. I dunno, I haven't been working on it for the past few weeks because of tests and stuff. If you are reading and actually cared as how will this story end, please review.
I need something to motivate me. Therefore, do me a favour and clicked the bottom left button. It may not mean anything to you but a review does make a difference to me, because I would know that people are actually reading this. Thanks for reading!
In my Dreams-Ch4
"Mom, I'll be fine--no, it's alright; you don't have to come here. I am catching the next flight back home. Don't worry. Oh, mom, my phone card is running out of money. I'll phone you when I arrive." I hung up the payphone and walked out of the phone booth, carrying my LV bag.
It had been a day since the warehouse incident. I talked with the family where I've stayed for the past months. It was because of them that I was able to support myself financially as I studied. I have been to my university college, transferring myself back to Canada. The counsellors weren't happy, but I got what I wanted in the end. Well, I guess they had the right to be angry; after all, I didn't exactly give an explanation as to why I wanted to transfer in the middle of the year.
It was quite funny because it was all solved when I said I don't wan t my money back. I don't think they cared as to why I wanted to leave anyway. They just don't want to do the work, but it wasn't as if I wanted to go back to Canada. But I was scared, no, I was petrified. 'Psycho's' words echoed in my mind.
I didn't stay in the hospital for long. I got out as soon as the doctors finished checking my body. Miraculously, no one stopped me from getting out of the hospital or asked me to pay for anything. However, there was no such thing as 'a free lunch' in the world. Maybe "Psycho' paid my share of the medical bills. Let's hope so for now.
At the exit of the hospital, he was standing there waiting for me. We stood in front of each other, engaging ourselves into a staring contest. I soon looked down onto the floor, shaking my head and giving a weak smile, I walked around him. What was the point anyway? There was nothing to be said. I was confused and I wanted questions, but I just didn't want to be near him. There was something about him that I feared. He was too full of himself, and those men are those who would dare to do anything to get what he wants.
Just when I walked past him, he grabbed my right wrist, trying to pull me towards him. I looked firmed at him and stood my ground, not letting him pull me any closer that he already had. He smirked and moved close to me. He leaned forward and whispered words that freaked me out to no end-
"If I had only knew what would happen to you once you have left. I should have tied you up and keep you from the rest of the world when you were still within my reach. I've let you go once, I am not about to repeat the same mistake again."
My eyes widen, before I realized what I was doing, I steered my hand out of his grip and calmly walked away.
Ok, fine, I didn't walk, I ran.
What kind of man would say those words? An insane man, that's what! I guess the word 'psycho' suited him better than I had thought.
I looked at my watch, 4:30pm. I headed toward the Cactus Club, where I worked as a bartender. I am going to give my boss my resignation letter. Then, I was planning to go to the airport and wait for a plane that has an extra seat that would take me back to Canada. I didn't mind spending more money on the airplane ticket; there were always people that would cancel their trip due to some problem. I wouldn't mind being a back-up passenger as long as I could get back to Canada. I didn't think that I'll be coming back to Japan any time soon.
**************
"What the hell do you mean that all your flights are full?" I demanded.
The lady, who was sitting behind the counter of an airline, patiently repeated the same words. "The flights for the next few days are completely booked."
"What about the flights for next week? Don't tell me that they are all full either." I tapped my left foot on the ground. I was fuming inside, something fishy is going on. In fact, I think that the woman was lying to me right now. But why? Wasn't the point of having a company was to make money? I would've fired this person's butt off by now.
Maybe it was my killer look or that the woman got tired of me, either way, she phoned the manager. The manager came a moment later, he was a chubby man, between his mid forties. He came and mentioned me to move to the side so I won't hold up the traffic.
"Sorry miss; we can't sell you any tickets."
"So the truth comes out. Tell me, what the hell is going on. I asked several airlines and they told me that they have a few empty spots. However, right after I mentioned my name, they all said that their flights are fully booked. I want answers and I wanted it now!"
He raised his eyebrow, "you really don't know what happened? Mr. Kaiba told all the airlines specifically to not sell you any tickets. The airline who dares to sell you a ticket would be bought off."
I froze, was this what he meant by never letting me go again? By trapping me in Japan?
"Look lady, I don't know what happened between you and Mr. Kaiba. However, this airline will never sell you a anything until he says otherwise. I am sure that other airlines would do the same thing. Who wants to have their airline bought off? This is a small company; we will never do anything that would cross his line."
I gave a sigh. Why were things so complicated? I was totally confused. What was the purpose of keeping me in Japan when I refused to stay? He acted as if I was his lover or something. If he was, then I've remembered. It wasn't as if I could forget anything about dating since I only went out with a few people. I didn't think that my memories sucked that much.
Besides, that Seto Kaiba buy wasn't someone who one can forget so easily. Unless I met him before I was ten. My memory was very blurry, as if my mind refused to recall anything. I couldn't exactly recall as to what I did or whom I've met before that time. However who would be able to remember ever single thing. Besides, this was the first time for me to come to Japan. At least, it should be.
Yet that guy acted as if he knew me. I wasn't surprised if he knew my name, he could've checked my identification during the time when I was unconscious. Thank god that he didn't do anything bad to me at that time. I shivered, so he didn't want to hurt me, but what does he want? The way he looked at me scared me. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me up in one gulp. I didn't want to see him again unless the situation required it.
It was as if he planned this whole thing. This was clearly a trap, trying to lure me to talk to him. Even so, if I don't, I will never be able to get out of here. Maybe this was the time where I question him in person about what the hell he wants with me.
I guess there was only one way to find out. With that, I walked out of the airport. I got into a taxi and told the drive my destination-Kaiba Corp.
+++++++++ Yes! I finally finished this chapter. I was wondering does anyone cared about the story anymore. I dunno, I haven't been working on it for the past few weeks because of tests and stuff. If you are reading and actually cared as how will this story end, please review.
I need something to motivate me. Therefore, do me a favour and clicked the bottom left button. It may not mean anything to you but a review does make a difference to me, because I would know that people are actually reading this. Thanks for reading!
