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Cyberwing: I can't believe this. I am updating this again hehe. Start typing, ended up with two pages; edited it and it ended up with four pages. Sigh _^.
In My Dreams-Ch7
I walked out the elevator. There was a counter in front and there were two entrances on its either side. There wasn't anyone sitting behind the counter. Mokuba walked straight through the doorway on his left. Inside, I saw people busily working on god know what. I've entered a hectic working area.
Phones were ringing as I past. A woman on my left picked up the phone and started her conversation with someone.. Other people were either chatting softly with each other about their thing or were working on their computer. However, they all stopped what they were doing and nodded politely at Mokuba. Most of them ave me a questioning glance before they turned back on their work. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. Did I mention how I hated to have all the attention focused on me? I wasn't a loner, but I hate to have people looking on me. It made me feel-uneasy.
Mokuba took no notice of the way people acted toward him. In fact, he behaved as if he didn't see anyone. He just kept walking, ignoring everyone who was saying hi to him. He turned on his left and opened a door. He looked at me, mentioning me to enter the room.
The room was huge. There was a desk with its frame made out of metal. The surface of the desk was glass and an opened Macintosh placed on the right side. Behind the desk was a large glass window which touches the ceiling and the ground. There was a black leather sofa on my right and another door on my left, leading to god-knows-where. The room was coloured white, giving the room a high-tech look.
'Psycho was sitting on a black leather chair behind the glass desk, looking at me with appraise. He had his arms crossed across his chest. Unlike others who were just outside the door, he looked relaxed. The glass desk didn't have any files or paper on it. I felt sorry for his father. His father worked so hard for this company to become the top electronic companies yet his son-I shook my head. This was one of the reasons why I wasn't exactly fond of rich people, not like 'psycho' wasn't exactly improving my impression of them either. 'Psycho's' father worked so hard only to have all his hard work destroyed by his son because his son couldn't do anything.
I've heard about 'psycho', who won't? He was always on television, showing off his new inventions for duelling with card monsters. The only impression I got from him was that he was a good inventor, but he was no businessman. He could come up with the coolest gadgets yet he could not think of any good business agreements. He needed to depend on others to take care of his business and he could barely stay away during meetings. He was a man that could barely take care of himself. Even when he was a child, he would always lock himself in his room to work at his latest projects by taking apart his toys and assembling them into something else. He would be in there for hours and be so focused on his thing that he won't the thought of eating or bathing until he was finished. It was up to Mokuba to take a tray of food up to 'psyho's' room and force his brother to eat. I smiled at the thought when I realised-
How did I know so much about him?
How come I talked as if I saw him doing it in person?
I froze. That didn't seem right. That didn't sound right at all.
"Psycho' gave me a wave, motioning me to sit on the chair in front of the desk. I swallowed as I sat, dumping my LV bag beside me. I looked at him once more; he was the same man I saw yesterday. His hair still looked as if it wasn't combed for ages and he was wearing that blue out-of-style trench coat. Indeed, I had to admit, he was good looking for his age. He should be around seventeen years old but he got a tone of authorization around him that no one ever dared to question; except me I suppose. This was probably why he was able to keep his position as the head of Kaiba Corp at his age.
This was a very dangerous combination: he was rich, handsome; and attractive at the same time. He was exactly someone who the girls would flown themselves all over him. I felt a change, maybe it was the atmosphere. I didn't know what; all I knew is that there was something different from before. Even so, I couldn't understand as to what.
"We meet again." 'Psycho' said in his monotone voice.
"Yes, we meet once again. It is only because you planned all this. I don't understand. What do you want from me? There is nothing I can give you. I have no car, no house, nothing!" I ran my hand through my hair. I could hear the frustration in my voice. However, in reality, I was surprised. Why? I thought I've gone crazy a long time ago.
I took a deep breath as I continued, "There is no point in keeping me here in Japan. I don't know you. Call the airlines now, please?"
"You would've found another way to get back at me like calling the police. Why didn't you?" 'Psycho' asked softly. "You came back, why?" Was it just me or did he softened his glance? That his pale icy blue eyes indeed--.
Wait a minute! What the hell did this have to do with anything? Was he even listening to me? He was such a chauvinistic pig.
I gave a soft cough, "That have noth-"I stopped as he stood up and placed his hands on the glass desk. He leaned forward, his blue eyes boring onto mine.
"Why did you come back?" He asked, with a touch of sadness. His blue eyes remained focused on me. His glance softened, it wasn't my imagination at all. On other circumstances, I would've been cheering that he was no longer looking at me as if he was about to murder me anytime soon. But at that time, I didn't feel any better. In fact, I started to panic.
There were so much raw emotions in his eyes. He looked at me with flames in his eyes, not of anger or lust but of love. He looked at me as if I was some spoiled kid that he was angry with yet he would not be able to do anything harmful to. There was love, no doubt.
I felt as if I was shock by thunder, I was scared and excited at the same time. I was scared because I didn't know why he could love someone like me in such a short time. I was afraid that he was looking past me, looking at someone who he used to know. I didn't want to live in that person's shadow. Yet, I felt a joint of excitement because he had the look of a man who was madly in love with a woman. I supposed it was only out of my vanity. After all, who didn't want a rich, in some way, handsome man to fell in love with you?
He leaned closer to me, whispering my name as he captured my lips.
No, it wasn't aggressive; it wasn't like those romantic movies where the male character would give the girl a hot French kiss. In fact, it was a gentle kiss, like I was some sort of a jewel which he must treasure. It didn't feel like something which I've read out of books at all. No, there weren't any butterflies in my stomach, my heart didn't flip-flop or pound violently in my chest, and my body didn't melt into mush.
I've never thought that he would kiss me like that. It didn't seem like his style at all. He looked like a hunter, someone who would get what he wanted no matter what. I suppose when someone said to 'not judge a book by its cover' he really knew what he was saying.
To my surprise, I didn't feel angry at all. In fact, I didn't even feel that he was taking an advantage of me. I was calm, to the extend that I could even ponder about our relationship. Was this love? I admit that he wasn't a bad kisser. Alright, he was a very good kisser. On normal circumstances, I suppose girls would've pushed him away and then ran out of the office with tears in their eyes. But I didn't want to resist; I liked this feeling of tranquility it was as if all my problems had gone away and both of us were the only two in the whole universe.
I guess the word 'shameful' was never part of my vocabulary.
Even so, there was a similarity in his eyes, like I've seen it somewhere before. Then it clicked.
He had the same pair of blue eyes who appeared in my dreams!
I jerked backward, ending the kiss. The chair I was sitting on feel backward slammed hard onto the hard floor.
The loud bang had destroyed the silence that was between us; just like how 'psycho' came to destroy my tranquil life.
He gave me a small smile, "it is because of destiny that you are back into my arms once again. I am not about to let you go anymore. As I've said before, I made a mistake and I am not about to repeat it again."
For the first time in my life, I was actually scared of him, scared as to what he would do to me. He was too rich, too powerful. There was no chance of me leaving unless he permitted me to and with how things were going, I didn't think that I would be able to leave Japan anytime soon.
++++++++++++++ Well this is the end of Chapter 4. What will happen to Elle? Will she be ever be able to get away from Seto or she will be forced to stick with him for the rest of her life. Will she ever be able to remember any of her past? Did Seto really know her? Read the next chapter to find out!
Now, please click the bottom left button and review! This means a lot to me! Thanks a lot for reading!
Cyberwing: I can't believe this. I am updating this again hehe. Start typing, ended up with two pages; edited it and it ended up with four pages. Sigh _^.
In My Dreams-Ch7
I walked out the elevator. There was a counter in front and there were two entrances on its either side. There wasn't anyone sitting behind the counter. Mokuba walked straight through the doorway on his left. Inside, I saw people busily working on god know what. I've entered a hectic working area.
Phones were ringing as I past. A woman on my left picked up the phone and started her conversation with someone.. Other people were either chatting softly with each other about their thing or were working on their computer. However, they all stopped what they were doing and nodded politely at Mokuba. Most of them ave me a questioning glance before they turned back on their work. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. Did I mention how I hated to have all the attention focused on me? I wasn't a loner, but I hate to have people looking on me. It made me feel-uneasy.
Mokuba took no notice of the way people acted toward him. In fact, he behaved as if he didn't see anyone. He just kept walking, ignoring everyone who was saying hi to him. He turned on his left and opened a door. He looked at me, mentioning me to enter the room.
The room was huge. There was a desk with its frame made out of metal. The surface of the desk was glass and an opened Macintosh placed on the right side. Behind the desk was a large glass window which touches the ceiling and the ground. There was a black leather sofa on my right and another door on my left, leading to god-knows-where. The room was coloured white, giving the room a high-tech look.
'Psycho was sitting on a black leather chair behind the glass desk, looking at me with appraise. He had his arms crossed across his chest. Unlike others who were just outside the door, he looked relaxed. The glass desk didn't have any files or paper on it. I felt sorry for his father. His father worked so hard for this company to become the top electronic companies yet his son-I shook my head. This was one of the reasons why I wasn't exactly fond of rich people, not like 'psycho' wasn't exactly improving my impression of them either. 'Psycho's' father worked so hard only to have all his hard work destroyed by his son because his son couldn't do anything.
I've heard about 'psycho', who won't? He was always on television, showing off his new inventions for duelling with card monsters. The only impression I got from him was that he was a good inventor, but he was no businessman. He could come up with the coolest gadgets yet he could not think of any good business agreements. He needed to depend on others to take care of his business and he could barely stay away during meetings. He was a man that could barely take care of himself. Even when he was a child, he would always lock himself in his room to work at his latest projects by taking apart his toys and assembling them into something else. He would be in there for hours and be so focused on his thing that he won't the thought of eating or bathing until he was finished. It was up to Mokuba to take a tray of food up to 'psyho's' room and force his brother to eat. I smiled at the thought when I realised-
How did I know so much about him?
How come I talked as if I saw him doing it in person?
I froze. That didn't seem right. That didn't sound right at all.
"Psycho' gave me a wave, motioning me to sit on the chair in front of the desk. I swallowed as I sat, dumping my LV bag beside me. I looked at him once more; he was the same man I saw yesterday. His hair still looked as if it wasn't combed for ages and he was wearing that blue out-of-style trench coat. Indeed, I had to admit, he was good looking for his age. He should be around seventeen years old but he got a tone of authorization around him that no one ever dared to question; except me I suppose. This was probably why he was able to keep his position as the head of Kaiba Corp at his age.
This was a very dangerous combination: he was rich, handsome; and attractive at the same time. He was exactly someone who the girls would flown themselves all over him. I felt a change, maybe it was the atmosphere. I didn't know what; all I knew is that there was something different from before. Even so, I couldn't understand as to what.
"We meet again." 'Psycho' said in his monotone voice.
"Yes, we meet once again. It is only because you planned all this. I don't understand. What do you want from me? There is nothing I can give you. I have no car, no house, nothing!" I ran my hand through my hair. I could hear the frustration in my voice. However, in reality, I was surprised. Why? I thought I've gone crazy a long time ago.
I took a deep breath as I continued, "There is no point in keeping me here in Japan. I don't know you. Call the airlines now, please?"
"You would've found another way to get back at me like calling the police. Why didn't you?" 'Psycho' asked softly. "You came back, why?" Was it just me or did he softened his glance? That his pale icy blue eyes indeed--.
Wait a minute! What the hell did this have to do with anything? Was he even listening to me? He was such a chauvinistic pig.
I gave a soft cough, "That have noth-"I stopped as he stood up and placed his hands on the glass desk. He leaned forward, his blue eyes boring onto mine.
"Why did you come back?" He asked, with a touch of sadness. His blue eyes remained focused on me. His glance softened, it wasn't my imagination at all. On other circumstances, I would've been cheering that he was no longer looking at me as if he was about to murder me anytime soon. But at that time, I didn't feel any better. In fact, I started to panic.
There were so much raw emotions in his eyes. He looked at me with flames in his eyes, not of anger or lust but of love. He looked at me as if I was some spoiled kid that he was angry with yet he would not be able to do anything harmful to. There was love, no doubt.
I felt as if I was shock by thunder, I was scared and excited at the same time. I was scared because I didn't know why he could love someone like me in such a short time. I was afraid that he was looking past me, looking at someone who he used to know. I didn't want to live in that person's shadow. Yet, I felt a joint of excitement because he had the look of a man who was madly in love with a woman. I supposed it was only out of my vanity. After all, who didn't want a rich, in some way, handsome man to fell in love with you?
He leaned closer to me, whispering my name as he captured my lips.
No, it wasn't aggressive; it wasn't like those romantic movies where the male character would give the girl a hot French kiss. In fact, it was a gentle kiss, like I was some sort of a jewel which he must treasure. It didn't feel like something which I've read out of books at all. No, there weren't any butterflies in my stomach, my heart didn't flip-flop or pound violently in my chest, and my body didn't melt into mush.
I've never thought that he would kiss me like that. It didn't seem like his style at all. He looked like a hunter, someone who would get what he wanted no matter what. I suppose when someone said to 'not judge a book by its cover' he really knew what he was saying.
To my surprise, I didn't feel angry at all. In fact, I didn't even feel that he was taking an advantage of me. I was calm, to the extend that I could even ponder about our relationship. Was this love? I admit that he wasn't a bad kisser. Alright, he was a very good kisser. On normal circumstances, I suppose girls would've pushed him away and then ran out of the office with tears in their eyes. But I didn't want to resist; I liked this feeling of tranquility it was as if all my problems had gone away and both of us were the only two in the whole universe.
I guess the word 'shameful' was never part of my vocabulary.
Even so, there was a similarity in his eyes, like I've seen it somewhere before. Then it clicked.
He had the same pair of blue eyes who appeared in my dreams!
I jerked backward, ending the kiss. The chair I was sitting on feel backward slammed hard onto the hard floor.
The loud bang had destroyed the silence that was between us; just like how 'psycho' came to destroy my tranquil life.
He gave me a small smile, "it is because of destiny that you are back into my arms once again. I am not about to let you go anymore. As I've said before, I made a mistake and I am not about to repeat it again."
For the first time in my life, I was actually scared of him, scared as to what he would do to me. He was too rich, too powerful. There was no chance of me leaving unless he permitted me to and with how things were going, I didn't think that I would be able to leave Japan anytime soon.
++++++++++++++ Well this is the end of Chapter 4. What will happen to Elle? Will she be ever be able to get away from Seto or she will be forced to stick with him for the rest of her life. Will she ever be able to remember any of her past? Did Seto really know her? Read the next chapter to find out!
Now, please click the bottom left button and review! This means a lot to me! Thanks a lot for reading!
