"Lover I Don't Have To Love" by dejectedxangel
Chapter 04
Disclaimer: All characters from Yu-Gi-Oh are property of their rightful owners. Any song lyrics I might include here belong to their rightful owners, as they will be labeled. "Lover I Don't Have To Love" belongs to Bright Eyes.
Author's Note: Thanks for reviewing folks! It makes me smile when I check my e-mail and I get e-mail from botfanfiction.net with REVIEW ALERT! In the subject header.
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I kinda got an idea playing with my head at the moment… hopefully I don't ruin the story ;) Just incase I do, I think I'll just end up with two versions of the story going on. Like if I mess this one up, I'll make a chapter 4B with a series of chapters after that one. Kind of like alternate endings? thinks…shrugs Hehehe, on with the story!
Deep blue eyes met hazel ones.
In an instant, all the blood drained from Seto's face. Sitting calmly before him was a young woman with auburn hair with black streaks, hazel eyes and fair skin. She was wearing a navy blue skirt that stopped at her knees and a white silk blouse. Folded and resting in her lap was appeared to be a black dickies jacket, along with a messenger bag. She looked back at him, her hazel eyes cold and unmoving, with a hint of hurt from his asking if she had any family. Yet as he searched in those eyes for anything else, he failed to find what he sought; recognition.
'She…doesn't recognize me?' Seto asked himself. He stared at her, searching endlessly in her eyes for even the slightest hint of recognition.
"Is something the matter, sir?" she asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.
She wasn't at all comfortable with the way he was looking into her eyes. Seto blinked, not having realized how long he'd been staring at her. Clearing his throat, he asked her for the documents she submitted to the previous interviewers. Placing the messenger bag on the ground beside her, she took out a vanilla folder and held it out for him. He reached out and touched her hand as he took it, looking piercingly into her eyes. It seemed to light up a spark in them as the cold glare was replaced by a fiery one. Seto smirked.
"Hello Holly," he said casually, his voice losing it's business tone and going back to the tone he'd used on her just a few nights ago. She immediately pulled back her hand after he took the folder, her glare flaring. Seto made his way around the desk and sat on it in front of her, looking down at her observantly.
"No reply?" he asked, kneeling down in front of her, placing his hands on her lap. He leaned in until his face was just inches from hers, each feeling the other's breathing on their faces.
"My name is not Holly, Mr. Kaiba, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped harassing me. I'm not even your employee yet!" she replied sharply, causing him to lean in and press his lips against hers, having thought she'd be saying something else. However, within a second or two, her words sunk into his mind and he pulled away, gazing at the angry beauty in shock.
Seto shook his head and looked at her. He knew it was her! How could she have forgotten him so easily? He decided not to give up, however, and rather started stroking her cheek. He himself was longing for her in that special way already just by her being there…
He stroked her cheek for about a minute before leaning in, keeping his face two inches from hers as his eyes locked on to her own. She closed her eyes for a moment then took in a sharp gasp of air, letting her head drop for a moment. Within another moment her eyes fluttered open and soft, hazel eyes looked back into Seto's deep sea blue ones.
"Hello love," she whispered, leaning in and pressing her lips hard against his own.
"Margaret, is Mr. Kaiba still interviewing that girl?" asked a balding man to a woman with blonde hair.
"You know, I don't really know. I left on my lunch break a while ago… I found her file on my desk with his consent to hire her, but he didn't put for what position yet. He's long gone right now and I never saw the girl again this morning either. Sweet girl.. I hope he didn't scare her off."
The man chuckled.
"Have you seen those fiery eyes? I wouldn't be surprised if she bit back if he tried to bite her head off." Margaret smiled.
"So what did you want with her?"
"Well, everyone needs to have a doctor's examination, as you know. Our doctor wanted me to add this to her file, if you still have it, that is." Margaret nodded and took the note, waving at him and heading back to her desk. She glanced at it, tilting her head curiously. There was something odd about what was written on the note under "Psychological Evaluation". The doctor's writing was completely messy, but she could make out "symptoms" and "nality disorder".
"Hmm." she said and tucked the note into her file, then headed back to her work.
Seto tilted his head back and gasped in his car. He breathed quickly as he stroked her hair then rested his hand on the back of her neck.
'This girl is amazing..' he thought to himself. He was too busy to question her sudden change in his office. A few moments afterwards she lay down in the car, her head in his lap and looking up at him.
"Holly…" he whispered and looked into her hazel eyes. She smiled.
"Yes?"
He placed a finger on her lips, tracing over them. She opened her mouth and closed it around his finger, sucking on it gently. With his free hand he caressed her cheek and stroked her hair. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. Steering with one hand, he let his other hand go back to her face as she took to sucking on his finger again.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the Kaiba Mansion again.
Seto yawned and stroked the hair of the sleeping girl in his arms. One of his hands wandered down to her belly and rested there, the other keeping a firm hold on her waist. She nuzzled her head against his neck as he pulled the silky covers over the both of them.
'This is bliss…' he thought to himself. It was late in the afternoon now and he could see the sun setting. He glanced down at the sleeping girl again and admired how the dying sunlight reflected on her hair.
Somewhere in the mansion his cell phone rang with Margaret on the other line. When he didn't answer, she left message telling him she'd left Ms. James's file on his desk for further reviewing.