Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, see pretty self-explanatory.
Cyberwing:
In My Dreams-Ch 12
"Marik? What are you doing here?"
Marik smiled, he pushed the rim of his glasses before he raise a white paper box up. "I've decided to play Santa."
"What's in there? Seto's head?" I smiled sardonically. Although I said it as a joke, deep down inside, I think I mean it. After all, he got to be all fancy and went out while I was stuck in this office reading crap. You know, not that I was jealous or anything.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you but no." His tone remained cheerful. "I am here to bring you the dress that you'll need for the evening."
"A dress for tonight?" I questioned. "Why?" What kind of person was Marik? First he was the doctor, now he was the bellboy. What would be next, a professional assassin?
"You mean that you don't know?" Marik inquired with amusement. "That's not a surprise. He always does things in his own way. Even so, I am surprised that he didn't tell you before. Oh well, since you are going to know about it anyway, it'll make no difference as to who will be the one to break the news to you. Kujaku Corp is hosting a dinner party."
"Kujaku Corp?"
I've heard about that company before. Kujaku Corp was a bigger corporation than Kaiba Corp. It wasn't as if Kaiba Corp wasn't making as much money as Kujaku Corp. It was because Kaiba Corp focused on the electronic market while Kujaku Corp focused on anything that could make a profit. Therefore, the corporation had businesses from real estates to cosmetics. From what I've seen and heard, Kujaku Corp was making a lot of money. However, it had yet to enter the electronic market, probably because of not wanting to compete with Kaiba Corp.
Even so, as far as I was concerned, Kujaku Corp had nothing to do with Kaiba Corp. They weren't partners nor business rivals, so why would Kujaku Corp even want to invite 'psycho' Kaiba and most of all me?
"Yes." Marik answered as he pushed his glasses up once more. "The owner of Kujaku Corporation, Isamu Kujaku, is hosting a party for his daughter, Mai Kujaku. His daughter is coming back after graduating from a university in Britain. Mr. Kujaku had practically invited everyone that is prominent in Japan."
"So?"
"So," Marik continued as he took a seat across from me. "Tonight is the night where Miss Kujaku gets to play the 'Prince' from Cinderella."
"Oh, so this is a 'Husband Money Pageant." I nodded in comprehension. But something was wrong. I crossed my arms across my breast before I narrowed my eyes, "Then what the hell does this have to do with me?"
"Lots." Marik said as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "You will be the sole protector for Seto. You, Elle, will be the only thing standing between Seto and the word 'marriage'. Now is your big chance to play hero. Is this exciting or what?"
I raised my eyebrow.
He sighed, raised both of his hands in surrender. "Okay. He just wanted you to be there so he won't be flocked over by swooning women."
"Really?" I couldn't help but to smirk. "I thought the purpose of me being there was to save every female in the party from being contaminated by him. Besides, I don't' think that I am that important. Seto should be fine on his own. I mean, he has made it this far."
"Yea but that was before you come along. If you read your contract closely, it is part of your job description. Some secretaries are required to go to social functions with their bosses and you are one of those people. Seto told me to tell you that if your decision is to not to attend the party. Then you are violating the contract, meaning that he could ask you to pay---"
"Okay!" I said in exasperation. "I get it. I've never said that I didn't want to go alright. Why are you explaining all these crap to me? I'm going to go. Now get out of my office so I can clean up this place and change."
Marik gave me a wink as he put down the box on my wooden desk. "You still have some time left but I think you should start to get ready soon. The dinner starts at six thirty." With that he walked gracefully out of my office.
I watched him go before turning my attention to the white box. I lifted the cover off and glared at the 'thing' inside the box.
"Marik!"
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I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was wearing this. This dress was by some designer called Walina, probably some famous person.
Correction, IT BETTER BE SOME FAMOUS DESIGNER AND THIS DRESS BETTER BE EXTREMELY EXPENSIVE. The more expensive the better! Not that I was one of those people who liked to dress extravagantly; but hell, it wasn't out of my budget.
I looked at the white box which was now empty. I had to admit, whoever chose this dress had some taste. I hoped that the person wasn't 'psycho' because I would be complimenting him. Was it just me or did it got cooler? I was getting goosebumps.
I was wearing a red gown that would've touched the floor if weren't for these silver high heels. The dress was spaghetti strapped, where the straps were composed of crystals. It was a simple dress, with no embroidery of any kind. Even so, it had high side slits, revealing my thighs and a low V-neck, meaning that my cleavage could be seen within the ten mile radius. The back of the dress were only laced up by a few criss- crossing straps; therefore, most of my back was shown also.
Make that all.
Yay!
DAMN THE DESIGNER(S) TO HELL. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I might as well go to the party NAKED because that was exactly what I was feeling like right now.
Okay. Calm down Elle. Having a heart attack on a dress is not good. Look at something else. Go Elle. You cannot throw a temper tantrum in the washroom. If you were to throw one, do it in front of 'psycho' where you can at least do some 'real' damage.
Did I start to talk to myself in third person?
Don't answer that.
I looked in the box and found that there were a grey, metallic cosmetic bag and a silver box. I opened the box and it revealed a pair of long, dangly, diamond earrings.
I put them, feeling calm all of a sudden. I wondered if it was the lack of sleep. I think I was having mood swings. Not that a pacifist like me would have any kind of violent tendencies.
Note: The incident in the morning was merely an accident. It was one of those things that would only happen once---or twice in my life. But I would not guarantee it. I mean, things DO happen.
BEHOLD THE POWER OF DIAMONDS.
No, I think it was more because of the earrings. I love long earrings. I rather spend my allowance on earrings than clothing. It had always been on the second place in the 'Elle buying list'. Then what would be on the first place?
Guess.
FOOD!
I had to give it some credit. After all, I had been ranting about it for so long in the last chapter.
Oh my God. I just had the urge to ring 'psycho's' neck. The reason I missed my lunch was indirectly caused by him. I sighed; I got to stop doing that. If not, I might not be able to stop myself in the future.
Thinking of it made me hungry again. I could hear my stomach rumbling.
What did you think I want to stop? Ringing his neck?
No~
Yet this was Nth time I've reminded myself of this unfair treatment between 'psycho' and me. Stop thinking about lunch and him going out in a damn fucking limo.
Oh crap. I've thought about it just now didn't I?
I opened the grey cosmetic bag and turned it upside down, dumping its content out. Inside, there were mascaras, foundations, face powder, eye liners, eye shadows and many more. All of them were different in colours and specialized for different types of skin.
I blinked. I was freaking out.
Who would ever be able to use all those cosmetics? Not to mention that I didn't know how to put on any makeup. I was surprised that I could actually recognize which kind the cosmetics were. I never knew how to use them properly because I was always one of those lazy people. Also, being late for school constantly left me no time to put anything on. Not that I cared anyway, putting cosmetic on was, in some way, a waste of time for me since I could've used the time to sleep.
Yes my motto was that sleep and food about all! If you had yet to figure that out, well--- God bless you.
I looked through the stuff, trying to find something I could use well before my eyes caught something. I picked up a lipstick that was in the colour that called 'Perfect Spice' and applied it. After, I shoved the rest of the stuff back into the bag. (For those who don't know what the colour of the lipstick is, it is a dark brown colour.)
I sighed as I folded my original clothes. I took out the white tissue in the box as I placed the clothes in, along with the empty silver box and the cosmetic bag. I put the white tissue on top as I closed the top of the white box. I clipped up my hair out of my way, holding the box with me; I pushed opened the bathroom door.
I walked out, with my heels click-clacking as I walked along the black marble floor. There wasn't a lot of people left in the office as I made my way back in. Most of the people were either gone as they were supposed to get off at five-thirty. Some were tidying up their desk as they were getting ready to leave also.
Thank god that no one was paying attention to me. I would just hate to play hide-and-seek with those people.
I sighed as I made my way back into my office. I was wondering whether I would get money out of this. After all, I was working extra hours. I opened the door, only to see my good buddy 'psycho' sitting on my leather executive chair. He was still in his usual white trench coat and stuff, nothing formal.
I thought I saw his eyes widened before they turned into a glare. He gave me a wave, mentioning me to come forward. I swallowed, I looked around me. What in the world would've been able to piss him off this much?
I put the white box beside the door before I took a few steps. I left the door opened, just for safety measures. I was wondering if I was hallucinating because I thought I saw the flame within his eye grew larger.
He was looking directly into my eyes, boring into my soul. I couldn't help but to stop. Tension was rising once again. I hated this feeling. It made me feel vulnerable, as if I had no way of escaping from him. I want to kick his ass so bad, yet I was afraid to. I was scared as to what he would do to me. It wasn't as if he would hurt me physically, but rather, how he would affect me emotionally.
That was it. I am out of here.
I turned and darted toward the door. Behind me, I heard him cursed as the chair slammed onto the door with a large bang. I was about to make my way through the door when I felt him grabbing me by my waist. I was lifted off my feet and moved away from the door. I heard the door slammed behind me.
Oh God please help me now.
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Well this is the end of the chapter. What does Seto want for Elle? Why is he so angry, it was him who wanted her to come to the party right? Will Elle ever be able to make it to the party alive? What will happen next? Read the next chapter to find out!
What do you think about it? Please review so I'll know what you think about the story.
Cyberwing:
In My Dreams-Ch 12
"Marik? What are you doing here?"
Marik smiled, he pushed the rim of his glasses before he raise a white paper box up. "I've decided to play Santa."
"What's in there? Seto's head?" I smiled sardonically. Although I said it as a joke, deep down inside, I think I mean it. After all, he got to be all fancy and went out while I was stuck in this office reading crap. You know, not that I was jealous or anything.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you but no." His tone remained cheerful. "I am here to bring you the dress that you'll need for the evening."
"A dress for tonight?" I questioned. "Why?" What kind of person was Marik? First he was the doctor, now he was the bellboy. What would be next, a professional assassin?
"You mean that you don't know?" Marik inquired with amusement. "That's not a surprise. He always does things in his own way. Even so, I am surprised that he didn't tell you before. Oh well, since you are going to know about it anyway, it'll make no difference as to who will be the one to break the news to you. Kujaku Corp is hosting a dinner party."
"Kujaku Corp?"
I've heard about that company before. Kujaku Corp was a bigger corporation than Kaiba Corp. It wasn't as if Kaiba Corp wasn't making as much money as Kujaku Corp. It was because Kaiba Corp focused on the electronic market while Kujaku Corp focused on anything that could make a profit. Therefore, the corporation had businesses from real estates to cosmetics. From what I've seen and heard, Kujaku Corp was making a lot of money. However, it had yet to enter the electronic market, probably because of not wanting to compete with Kaiba Corp.
Even so, as far as I was concerned, Kujaku Corp had nothing to do with Kaiba Corp. They weren't partners nor business rivals, so why would Kujaku Corp even want to invite 'psycho' Kaiba and most of all me?
"Yes." Marik answered as he pushed his glasses up once more. "The owner of Kujaku Corporation, Isamu Kujaku, is hosting a party for his daughter, Mai Kujaku. His daughter is coming back after graduating from a university in Britain. Mr. Kujaku had practically invited everyone that is prominent in Japan."
"So?"
"So," Marik continued as he took a seat across from me. "Tonight is the night where Miss Kujaku gets to play the 'Prince' from Cinderella."
"Oh, so this is a 'Husband Money Pageant." I nodded in comprehension. But something was wrong. I crossed my arms across my breast before I narrowed my eyes, "Then what the hell does this have to do with me?"
"Lots." Marik said as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "You will be the sole protector for Seto. You, Elle, will be the only thing standing between Seto and the word 'marriage'. Now is your big chance to play hero. Is this exciting or what?"
I raised my eyebrow.
He sighed, raised both of his hands in surrender. "Okay. He just wanted you to be there so he won't be flocked over by swooning women."
"Really?" I couldn't help but to smirk. "I thought the purpose of me being there was to save every female in the party from being contaminated by him. Besides, I don't' think that I am that important. Seto should be fine on his own. I mean, he has made it this far."
"Yea but that was before you come along. If you read your contract closely, it is part of your job description. Some secretaries are required to go to social functions with their bosses and you are one of those people. Seto told me to tell you that if your decision is to not to attend the party. Then you are violating the contract, meaning that he could ask you to pay---"
"Okay!" I said in exasperation. "I get it. I've never said that I didn't want to go alright. Why are you explaining all these crap to me? I'm going to go. Now get out of my office so I can clean up this place and change."
Marik gave me a wink as he put down the box on my wooden desk. "You still have some time left but I think you should start to get ready soon. The dinner starts at six thirty." With that he walked gracefully out of my office.
I watched him go before turning my attention to the white box. I lifted the cover off and glared at the 'thing' inside the box.
"Marik!"
********************
I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I was wearing this. This dress was by some designer called Walina, probably some famous person.
Correction, IT BETTER BE SOME FAMOUS DESIGNER AND THIS DRESS BETTER BE EXTREMELY EXPENSIVE. The more expensive the better! Not that I was one of those people who liked to dress extravagantly; but hell, it wasn't out of my budget.
I looked at the white box which was now empty. I had to admit, whoever chose this dress had some taste. I hoped that the person wasn't 'psycho' because I would be complimenting him. Was it just me or did it got cooler? I was getting goosebumps.
I was wearing a red gown that would've touched the floor if weren't for these silver high heels. The dress was spaghetti strapped, where the straps were composed of crystals. It was a simple dress, with no embroidery of any kind. Even so, it had high side slits, revealing my thighs and a low V-neck, meaning that my cleavage could be seen within the ten mile radius. The back of the dress were only laced up by a few criss- crossing straps; therefore, most of my back was shown also.
Make that all.
Yay!
DAMN THE DESIGNER(S) TO HELL. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I might as well go to the party NAKED because that was exactly what I was feeling like right now.
Okay. Calm down Elle. Having a heart attack on a dress is not good. Look at something else. Go Elle. You cannot throw a temper tantrum in the washroom. If you were to throw one, do it in front of 'psycho' where you can at least do some 'real' damage.
Did I start to talk to myself in third person?
Don't answer that.
I looked in the box and found that there were a grey, metallic cosmetic bag and a silver box. I opened the box and it revealed a pair of long, dangly, diamond earrings.
I put them, feeling calm all of a sudden. I wondered if it was the lack of sleep. I think I was having mood swings. Not that a pacifist like me would have any kind of violent tendencies.
Note: The incident in the morning was merely an accident. It was one of those things that would only happen once---or twice in my life. But I would not guarantee it. I mean, things DO happen.
BEHOLD THE POWER OF DIAMONDS.
No, I think it was more because of the earrings. I love long earrings. I rather spend my allowance on earrings than clothing. It had always been on the second place in the 'Elle buying list'. Then what would be on the first place?
Guess.
FOOD!
I had to give it some credit. After all, I had been ranting about it for so long in the last chapter.
Oh my God. I just had the urge to ring 'psycho's' neck. The reason I missed my lunch was indirectly caused by him. I sighed; I got to stop doing that. If not, I might not be able to stop myself in the future.
Thinking of it made me hungry again. I could hear my stomach rumbling.
What did you think I want to stop? Ringing his neck?
No~
Yet this was Nth time I've reminded myself of this unfair treatment between 'psycho' and me. Stop thinking about lunch and him going out in a damn fucking limo.
Oh crap. I've thought about it just now didn't I?
I opened the grey cosmetic bag and turned it upside down, dumping its content out. Inside, there were mascaras, foundations, face powder, eye liners, eye shadows and many more. All of them were different in colours and specialized for different types of skin.
I blinked. I was freaking out.
Who would ever be able to use all those cosmetics? Not to mention that I didn't know how to put on any makeup. I was surprised that I could actually recognize which kind the cosmetics were. I never knew how to use them properly because I was always one of those lazy people. Also, being late for school constantly left me no time to put anything on. Not that I cared anyway, putting cosmetic on was, in some way, a waste of time for me since I could've used the time to sleep.
Yes my motto was that sleep and food about all! If you had yet to figure that out, well--- God bless you.
I looked through the stuff, trying to find something I could use well before my eyes caught something. I picked up a lipstick that was in the colour that called 'Perfect Spice' and applied it. After, I shoved the rest of the stuff back into the bag. (For those who don't know what the colour of the lipstick is, it is a dark brown colour.)
I sighed as I folded my original clothes. I took out the white tissue in the box as I placed the clothes in, along with the empty silver box and the cosmetic bag. I put the white tissue on top as I closed the top of the white box. I clipped up my hair out of my way, holding the box with me; I pushed opened the bathroom door.
I walked out, with my heels click-clacking as I walked along the black marble floor. There wasn't a lot of people left in the office as I made my way back in. Most of the people were either gone as they were supposed to get off at five-thirty. Some were tidying up their desk as they were getting ready to leave also.
Thank god that no one was paying attention to me. I would just hate to play hide-and-seek with those people.
I sighed as I made my way back into my office. I was wondering whether I would get money out of this. After all, I was working extra hours. I opened the door, only to see my good buddy 'psycho' sitting on my leather executive chair. He was still in his usual white trench coat and stuff, nothing formal.
I thought I saw his eyes widened before they turned into a glare. He gave me a wave, mentioning me to come forward. I swallowed, I looked around me. What in the world would've been able to piss him off this much?
I put the white box beside the door before I took a few steps. I left the door opened, just for safety measures. I was wondering if I was hallucinating because I thought I saw the flame within his eye grew larger.
He was looking directly into my eyes, boring into my soul. I couldn't help but to stop. Tension was rising once again. I hated this feeling. It made me feel vulnerable, as if I had no way of escaping from him. I want to kick his ass so bad, yet I was afraid to. I was scared as to what he would do to me. It wasn't as if he would hurt me physically, but rather, how he would affect me emotionally.
That was it. I am out of here.
I turned and darted toward the door. Behind me, I heard him cursed as the chair slammed onto the door with a large bang. I was about to make my way through the door when I felt him grabbing me by my waist. I was lifted off my feet and moved away from the door. I heard the door slammed behind me.
Oh God please help me now.
++++++++++++++
Well this is the end of the chapter. What does Seto want for Elle? Why is he so angry, it was him who wanted her to come to the party right? Will Elle ever be able to make it to the party alive? What will happen next? Read the next chapter to find out!
What do you think about it? Please review so I'll know what you think about the story.
