AN: Here's Part 2!
Dangerous Obsession
------------Seto Kaiba awoke with the feeling of pure ice numbing his skin. He remembered sleeping in his huge, luxurious bed in his mansion in Domino, Japan. Now, as he craned his neck to look around, he saw he was in a barren, snow covered land. His night shirt was gone, he wore only a pair of flannel pajama pants, and his bare feet and chest stung from the freezing snow that fell from the gray sky. He tried to sit up, but his arms were bound in ice, under the snow he now lay in. He heard the light crunching of snow under feet. He tuned his head and…
"You!" he gasped.
"Did you think you had escaped me, Sorcerer?" the dead priestess Kikyo said as she walked closer to him.
Only last week, Seto Kaiba had stolen away to the Higuarshi Shrine to go down the hidden well that took one to the Feuding States Era. When Kaiba had gone, looking for answers to questions about his past, he'd met this phantom woman by accident- and his own curiosity- "Last I recall," Seto said snidely, "You were the one running from me."
"I had underestimated your power," she said now, looming above him. "I have taken precautions this time, by encasing your arms in ice."
"You are a witch," he sneered. "You're sick! You're insane!"
"No, Sorcerer," she said softly. She knelt beside him, and loosened her kimono, "I am simply lonely. You know what loneliness is… do you not?" she asked as the cloth fell away, revealing two smooth, ivory shoulders.
"You know nothing about me," he said coldly.
"I know enough," she said as she ran her hands along his chest, up to his shoulders. "You are a man who pushes away everyone who tries to show you kindness and love. I once loved one such as you."
"You mean that half-demon Inu-yasha?" Seto asked her. "He seems willing enough from what I've seen. He follows that Kagome everywhere." He felt her icy, dead, hands, tighten their grip on his shoulders. The pain from her hands was worse than the freezing snow he was trapped in. He'd struck a cord.
"You will not speak of her in my presence!" she shouted at him, her eyes filling with hatred at the name. "Yes, I did love Inu-yasha once. But now I am incapable of such feelings…" she leaned over him and licked at his Adam's apple, "Which suits us perfectly. "
Seto squirmed from her touch as her frozen lips kissed up his neck to his chin. His mind was beyond confused. He hated this woman's touch, yet there was something that was exciting about this. But he was more disturbed and frightened than excited. As Kikyo leaned over him to kiss his lips, he called the forces from inside him to flow to his arm… He wrenched it from the snow, the appendage glowing red from the fire in his veins. He reached to grab Kikyo's neck, but she ran from him as soon as his arm was free. Kaiba's other hand, also glowing with fire, came from it's bonds of ice, and felt along the ground for something… The Millennium Rod. He sensed it was near; KNEW it was near. He reached behind himself… There! His right hand clutched at the Rod as Kikyo rose, prepared to strike with a psychic attack. He raised the Rod high above his head…------------
"Seto!" Mokuba's voice cried. Seto opened his eyes, and felt his body fall from… onto his bed. He sat up, gasping for air. He was sweating bullets. How could that be? He'd just been in an ice ridden wasteland. Hadn't he. He still held the Millennium Rod in his right hand. It glowed bright gold, but now it's light was dying out.
Mokuba stood in the door way, dressed him his pajamas, his mouth gaping open with shock. "You… you were FLYING…" he stuttered.
"You must have been dreaming." Seto said, trying to regain his composure.
"No… No I wasn't!" Mokuba insisted. He walked over to his brother's bed, and sat up on the edge. "You were FLYING! You were laying down, but you were floating in the air over your bed! It was magic, Seto!"
"Garbage," he replied.
"No it's not!" Mokuba cried. "Seto, you must have found some of your old powers from your past life. If you work on it-"
"I will do nothing!" Seto yelled at his brother. Mokuba jumped, coming down off the bed. His eyes looked hurt. He had frightened him.
Seto sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Mokuba. I haven't had enough sleep. What time is it?"
"Three o'clock," Mokuba answered warily. "AM."
"Why are you up?"
"I couldn't sleep. Then, I heard you in here. I figured it must have been a bad dream, so I came in to check on you."
Seto grinned, "I used to be the one who checked on you when you had nightmares."
"I'm older now," Mokuba said, sitting back on the bed. "I don't have that many nightmares anymore."
"Then you're more grown up than I am. My nightmares keep coming," he said, half joking. But only half.
"Want me to stay in here with you until you fall asleep again, big brother?" Mokuba asked. He Didn't wait for Seto to reply. He crawled up and lay on the pillows. Seto sighed, and lay down beside his younger brother. Mokuba fell asleep before Seto did. Having his younger brother there was comforting. Seto remembered when he was younger, and his brother was little. They both often had nightmares, and found comfort in each other. Mokuba had been all he'd had in the world for a long time. Only recently had the list of people he cared for gone up. Now he was in love with Serenity Wheeler. Kikyo had been wrong, he thought. There were at least two people he loved. He did not reject everyone.
After an hour, Seto closed his eyes, and he too fell asleep.
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Kikyo gasped for air. She'd used a great deal of energy to go inside Sorcerer Kaiba's mind. As her soul collectors flew out of the dilapidated shrine to gather more souls for her, Kikyo took out her medicinal herbs and salves. She unwrapped the bandages around her wrist. Her last encounter with Kaiba had left her with a large burn that encircled her entire wrist. Now, after eight days, it had begun to heal. But it was still a reminder.
"It was not only in my flesh that his impression is burned," Kikyo said aloud to herself. "He has burned himself into my mind. I have given up many things, in order to find solace in solitude. But now… I wish to remain alone no longer. I will have someone to wash away this void in me. His cold heart is a perfect match for my own. I will not be denied." She applied the healing salve, and waited for her collectors to return.
To Be Continued…
AN: Short, yes, but I had to get this written and up soon. When inspiration hits, it hits. Please review
Dangerous Obsession
------------Seto Kaiba awoke with the feeling of pure ice numbing his skin. He remembered sleeping in his huge, luxurious bed in his mansion in Domino, Japan. Now, as he craned his neck to look around, he saw he was in a barren, snow covered land. His night shirt was gone, he wore only a pair of flannel pajama pants, and his bare feet and chest stung from the freezing snow that fell from the gray sky. He tried to sit up, but his arms were bound in ice, under the snow he now lay in. He heard the light crunching of snow under feet. He tuned his head and…
"You!" he gasped.
"Did you think you had escaped me, Sorcerer?" the dead priestess Kikyo said as she walked closer to him.
Only last week, Seto Kaiba had stolen away to the Higuarshi Shrine to go down the hidden well that took one to the Feuding States Era. When Kaiba had gone, looking for answers to questions about his past, he'd met this phantom woman by accident- and his own curiosity- "Last I recall," Seto said snidely, "You were the one running from me."
"I had underestimated your power," she said now, looming above him. "I have taken precautions this time, by encasing your arms in ice."
"You are a witch," he sneered. "You're sick! You're insane!"
"No, Sorcerer," she said softly. She knelt beside him, and loosened her kimono, "I am simply lonely. You know what loneliness is… do you not?" she asked as the cloth fell away, revealing two smooth, ivory shoulders.
"You know nothing about me," he said coldly.
"I know enough," she said as she ran her hands along his chest, up to his shoulders. "You are a man who pushes away everyone who tries to show you kindness and love. I once loved one such as you."
"You mean that half-demon Inu-yasha?" Seto asked her. "He seems willing enough from what I've seen. He follows that Kagome everywhere." He felt her icy, dead, hands, tighten their grip on his shoulders. The pain from her hands was worse than the freezing snow he was trapped in. He'd struck a cord.
"You will not speak of her in my presence!" she shouted at him, her eyes filling with hatred at the name. "Yes, I did love Inu-yasha once. But now I am incapable of such feelings…" she leaned over him and licked at his Adam's apple, "Which suits us perfectly. "
Seto squirmed from her touch as her frozen lips kissed up his neck to his chin. His mind was beyond confused. He hated this woman's touch, yet there was something that was exciting about this. But he was more disturbed and frightened than excited. As Kikyo leaned over him to kiss his lips, he called the forces from inside him to flow to his arm… He wrenched it from the snow, the appendage glowing red from the fire in his veins. He reached to grab Kikyo's neck, but she ran from him as soon as his arm was free. Kaiba's other hand, also glowing with fire, came from it's bonds of ice, and felt along the ground for something… The Millennium Rod. He sensed it was near; KNEW it was near. He reached behind himself… There! His right hand clutched at the Rod as Kikyo rose, prepared to strike with a psychic attack. He raised the Rod high above his head…------------
"Seto!" Mokuba's voice cried. Seto opened his eyes, and felt his body fall from… onto his bed. He sat up, gasping for air. He was sweating bullets. How could that be? He'd just been in an ice ridden wasteland. Hadn't he. He still held the Millennium Rod in his right hand. It glowed bright gold, but now it's light was dying out.
Mokuba stood in the door way, dressed him his pajamas, his mouth gaping open with shock. "You… you were FLYING…" he stuttered.
"You must have been dreaming." Seto said, trying to regain his composure.
"No… No I wasn't!" Mokuba insisted. He walked over to his brother's bed, and sat up on the edge. "You were FLYING! You were laying down, but you were floating in the air over your bed! It was magic, Seto!"
"Garbage," he replied.
"No it's not!" Mokuba cried. "Seto, you must have found some of your old powers from your past life. If you work on it-"
"I will do nothing!" Seto yelled at his brother. Mokuba jumped, coming down off the bed. His eyes looked hurt. He had frightened him.
Seto sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Mokuba. I haven't had enough sleep. What time is it?"
"Three o'clock," Mokuba answered warily. "AM."
"Why are you up?"
"I couldn't sleep. Then, I heard you in here. I figured it must have been a bad dream, so I came in to check on you."
Seto grinned, "I used to be the one who checked on you when you had nightmares."
"I'm older now," Mokuba said, sitting back on the bed. "I don't have that many nightmares anymore."
"Then you're more grown up than I am. My nightmares keep coming," he said, half joking. But only half.
"Want me to stay in here with you until you fall asleep again, big brother?" Mokuba asked. He Didn't wait for Seto to reply. He crawled up and lay on the pillows. Seto sighed, and lay down beside his younger brother. Mokuba fell asleep before Seto did. Having his younger brother there was comforting. Seto remembered when he was younger, and his brother was little. They both often had nightmares, and found comfort in each other. Mokuba had been all he'd had in the world for a long time. Only recently had the list of people he cared for gone up. Now he was in love with Serenity Wheeler. Kikyo had been wrong, he thought. There were at least two people he loved. He did not reject everyone.
After an hour, Seto closed his eyes, and he too fell asleep.
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Kikyo gasped for air. She'd used a great deal of energy to go inside Sorcerer Kaiba's mind. As her soul collectors flew out of the dilapidated shrine to gather more souls for her, Kikyo took out her medicinal herbs and salves. She unwrapped the bandages around her wrist. Her last encounter with Kaiba had left her with a large burn that encircled her entire wrist. Now, after eight days, it had begun to heal. But it was still a reminder.
"It was not only in my flesh that his impression is burned," Kikyo said aloud to herself. "He has burned himself into my mind. I have given up many things, in order to find solace in solitude. But now… I wish to remain alone no longer. I will have someone to wash away this void in me. His cold heart is a perfect match for my own. I will not be denied." She applied the healing salve, and waited for her collectors to return.
To Be Continued…
AN: Short, yes, but I had to get this written and up soon. When inspiration hits, it hits. Please review