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Seto Kaiba- 25 Takara Kaiba- 24 Serena, Yugi etc.- 24 Mokuba & Rebecca- 20
Lust, Love and VengeanceThanks to everyone who reviewed, I'll be able to update more consistently now because school's over! My graduation just passed! (YAY!) But chapters I think that have a lot of suspense might not be updated promptly, I like to keep you people guessing! (Evil is my specialty!)
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Chapter 5: Forged Love
'What a life, waiting hand and foot on my friend's arch rival for more than half my day. Filing, phone calls, typing and more filing…is there anything else? What else can I expect I am a secretary.' Serena thought as she filed documents, it had been days after what Bakura had implied to her but it still continued burden her. It had happened to her before, what was different now?
She was in love someone else…'What did I do to receive such a huge liability such as love? Why can't I just love the person who has given me his undying love? I feel so dishonest towards Bakura, but his blue eyes persist to enchant me with their intense beauty. Oh Bakura, how can I tell you? How can I break your heart?'
Serena sighed forlornly today she had a date with Bakura, how could she continue this charade. It would prolong his happiness and lengthen her unhappiness. But in the end he would know what she had done, would he hate her? Would he ever speak to her?
So many sacrifices to retain someone's love…would there still be trust? Faith? Loyalty?
'He would never forgive me…'
"Hello beautiful, how is it that today you look much more appealing than you did yesterday?" Akeno wrapped his muscular arms around Serena's petite waist.
"Akeno, someone will see us," Serena warned as she tried to free herself from his grasp.
Akeno pressed her up alongside the wall of her office; he could feel her heart pounding mightily against her chest. Akeno brought his hand up to her blouse and unfastened the first three buttons, his finger ran against her silken bronzed collar bone; he felt her slim leg grazing up against his leg as she took deep breaths. He lowered his face to her chest and pecked her neck; he teased it a bit when he bit it delicately enough to arouse her.
Serena had never felt such a sensation proliferate in her body; ever time he touched her it seemed like she was a shooting star racing through the night sky. Her blood rushed in her veins as her heart pounded against her chest. Every caress that came from him sent electricity shock throughout her entire frame. She felt fireworks explode within her; a burning passion of lust in her heart that just had no limits with him, it just couldn't be tamed.
Her hands travelled up his shirt to his neckline, there she slowly undid a few buttons and let her hands freely explore his soft skin; he suddenly clasped her hands, which opened her eyes. Her wondrous grey eyes entranced him; his lips lowered down to hers, slowly he began to devour her senses leaving her with nothing to anticipate. His lips moved rhythmically with hers; this bodily magnetism was too much for Serena to bear any longer, she needed him now!
Swiftly, as everything had happened the knob to the office room door began to turn. Akeno tore himself off his desirable divinity as she rushed herself onto her desk. Kaiba walked in as the two began to discuss the current issues of Kaiba Corp.
"Sunataki what are you doing here?" Kaiba sneered.
"I wanted to hand you my financial report Mr. Kaiba, but Ms. Ishtar told me you were engaged in your work, so I was waiting her for you." Akeno handed at Kaiba and as he left he winked at Serena, shooting her a gorgeous smile.
Kaiba stared into Serena's eyes and noticed something off, she seemed so reticent…so secretive. "Serena," Kaiba called out her name to grasp her attention. "Please come into my office."
Serena tentatively walked down the corridor behind Kaiba, she had a strange feeling this calling of a meeting was not going to be a good thing.
Kaiba sat behind his desk and stared her down, he examined her, it made Serena feel so "dirty" as if she was covered with the stench of deceit. Well wasn't she?
"Serena, where did Akeno graduate from?"
"Domino University sir," Serena said.
"Then why didn't we ever see him?"
"Well I don't know sir," Serena replied uncertainly. Kaiba nodded as if he had confirmed some sort of suspicion that he possessed of Akeno or maybe Serena.
"Akeno…it sounds so familiar," Kaiba said leaning back in his chair as he thought for a moment. Serena slowly retreated towards the door, Kaiba looked up at her just as she put her hand on the doorknob. "Serena." She turned around as he looked down.
"Trust is a strong bind that can hold people together, as one becomes sceptic, suspicions arise- then this bind can be shattered."
With that she left his office, no insult and no rude comment came from Kaiba. He knew about her and Bakura's relationship, but could it have been possible he also knew about another?
Kaiba wearily drove home after his 14-hour working shift; he wasn't fond of the fact he left his home so early and didn't allow himself to spend time with his wife, but she would have to understand, after all she was Seto Kaiba's wife. But how often would his thoughts wander off to Takara? Almost every time a breath was taken, no second passed without her a thought; her beauty captivated him no way that any woman had. Except one…but under the given circumstances it couldn't have worked, he had to forget, but it still lingered in his mind.
Kaiba pulled into his driveway and parked his car, Maria's car was nowhere no be seen. 'Takara must've sent her home, but why?' Kaiba slowly walked into his house, he suddenly heard Takara sweet voice laugh pleasantly at something a man had said. Kaiba sped up his pace and jogged into the Living Room.
There sitting on his leather sofa, in his Living Room, in his Mansion was none other than Kisho Tsunami.
"What are you doing here?" Kaiba asked through his gritted teeth.
"Honey your uncle just stopped by to see you, but instead kept me company since you weren't home." Takara replied rationally.
"Well it seems that I've over stayed my welcome, I guess I'll be leaving now. I hope to see you again Seto," Kisho swept passed him and left the Mansion. Kaiba then averted his gaze to his quiet standing wife- she seemed so innocent; she couldn't have done anything… could she?
Kaiba swiftly turned away from her and headed upstairs, Takara quickly followed from the behind.
"Seto, what's wrong if I associate with your uncle?" Takara asked.
"Takara he made promises to me, Mokuba and his own sister-my mother, that he couldn't keep," Kaiba promptly answered as he removed his shirt and began to stride back and forth.
Takara stood sadly in the doorway of their room. "Seto I'm sorry I had no idea, if it hurts you than I won't confer with him." She said as she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kaiba smiled genuinely as he returned her embrace. His eyes then caught upon something peculiar about the current state of their bedroom.
"Didn't the maids make the bed this morning?" Kaiba asked when he saw the covers on their bed in a disordered form.
"They did but I took a nap this afternoon when my head was aching," Takara replied hesitantly.
"Are you alright now?" Kaiba asked concerned.
"I'm fine." Kaiba kissed her gently upon the forehead as he strolled out of their room. Takara became curious as to where he might be going half nude in this time of night so she began sneakily to follow him out to the terrace.
A pure black sheet enclosed the work in darkness as the tiny precious silver stones sprinkled the night sky. Kaiba stepped through the paved path in between the beautiful wild flower gardens, he then walked up on the small wooden bridge that rose vines had engulfed, slithering all over it. Kaiba looked down into the small river beneath, the reflection of the moon glimmered in the water. Takara gently kissed his soft, pale cheek; his blue eyes gazed back at her.
"Takara, why was Kisho here?" Kaiba asked stiffly.
"He came by wanting to talk to you," Takara replied looking into the deep sapphire river.
"What did you two discuss?"
"He seemed quite interested about how we met, so I told him," Takara answered. She looked back at his blue orbs.
"Trust is a strong bind that can hold people together, as one becomes sceptic, suspicions arise- then this bind can be shattered." Kaiba whispered softly into her ear, Takara released and looked at him strangely.
"Are you accusing me of cheating you?" Takara asked.
Kaiba stared at her surprisingly, "what do you mean?"
"Well Serena did tell me what you thought about when I was on the veranda with Kisho," Takara bluntly replied.
"Damn that woman," Kaiba muttered.
"Seto I believe what we have is special and never would I want any rift between us," Takara added as Kaiba wrapped his well-built arms around her waist.
Suddenly a golden shot of lightening struck in the black sky as the rain began to pour down on the couple, Takara tried to release herself from her husband's grip for she was wearing a white silk tank top and matching pants, and for her husband he had his black dress pants…
The rain began to pour intensely revealing every curve Takara's tiny frame had to offer, her cinnamon hair matted against her crimson cheeks, her pink lips curved into a thin smile as she felt Kaiba's arms lock tightly around her.
Thunder crashed once more as Takara found herself to jump but her body contained no fear inside the arms of her beloved, the tender skin of his torso soothed everything out, she looked up at his face and saw his eyes were closed as he pleasured the moment alone with his wife. His chestnut brown hair matted against his face as he swiftly picked his wife off the ground and led to the stone bench, no resistance was spoken from her mouth. There he lay her slender body, her eyes were closed as he positioned himself upon her, this is what he had longed to do to her for so long now. He lowered his head to her neck and showered it with butterfly kisses, he then moved a bit down and ran his eager tongue across her collarbone; Takara held onto his shoulders as her nails began to dig into his skin. Kaiba tore himself off her looked into her eyes…wanting…Kaiba lips found hers, his lips made quick movements for he couldn't wait any longer to have her, her arms slipped around his neck and pulled him closer in to let the heat of passion rise in the moonlight.
Kaiba's tongue trailed across Takara's lips as she grasped his shoulders securely; his arms travelled up and down her side as one slowly lingered up her thin silk top. His hand caressed the soft skin as Takara cried out in pleasure when he sunk his teeth into her elusive skin, her legs wrapped around his waist causing him to be pushed down upon her on waiting untainted sanctuary.
Both mouths struggled for power over one another, Takara surrendered as she gradually brought down her vigour while she let Kaiba capture her lips. Kaiba broke the kiss as he began to work his magic on the other parts of her body; Takara let out a moan as she felt him lips peck her entire body, running his tongue over every spot. Not leaving anything untouched by his dreamlike contact. The rain began to pour even harder but the couple didn't object, this was a night that had been longingly awaited for by both people.
"I'm coming!" Serena called out as she finished putting her earrings on and ran to her front door. Her breath was taken away while she gaped at the man in front of her. Bakura wore a debonair white turtleneck with beige cargo pants, Serena was taken back when Bakura slithered his arm around her slim waist.
"You look almost as desirable as this rose," Bakura slid a pure scarlet rose over her neck and across her sun kissed body. Serena's thin body curved back as he intently looked at her with passion. 'Tonight I shall over power you love, you will be mine.' He thought as he gently pecked the supple skin of her neck.
Serena wore a body-hugging black top with a V-neckline and a fitted black skirt with two linking chains in an oblique vogue. All her raven hair was crimped; she wore a sequence of silvery connecting chains around her neck and hoop earrings.
"Let's go," Bakura's cool tickled against her soft skin. Serena drew herself back up and ran her finger against his soft pale skin.
"Now," she in no more than a whisper as she lured him with her lush, hot grey eyes; they walked down the sidewalk at the darkened hour of night. Stars engulfed the night sky while the moon shone radiantly creating a perfect romantic atmosphere.
Bakura took her to a picturesque restaurant; it a had a small patio out front with candles in the middle of the tables, inside artistic paintings of ancient Rome and other scenes swathed the walls. Bakura pulled out a chair for Serena as she took her seat; they ordered and rested quietly waiting for their cuisine.
Dinner was excruciatingly serene, neither comments nor any conversation was made throughout the entire meal. Bakura kept stealing small glances that he thought Serena had no idea about, but this made her even more uncomfortable.
Bakura felt so much towards her but she could feel nothing in return and now in the current events it made her feel so deceitful towards him- but she did betray his trust- his and another person who she cared about also. Life now for her was so painstakingly hard to carry on, how could she subsist in a life where if she won she would inflict pain but if she lost she would impose anguish. But she had to continue, she was always known as a strong person who could endure anything placed in front of her- but how can she conquer an obstacle that wasn't even in her hands to decide? Everything was now to be determined by another- an individual whose conclusion couldn't be influenced by her; he had so much control over her life- or could it be she had none over hers?
'Am I willingly giving into this dilemma? Am I not an independent person? Why has my life taken such a big toll over the last few weeks? But this had been planned years ago. But now I can't even make an alteration to my own life? How could my sister Ishizu- the most elegant, intelligent and poised woman that I've ever known look at me in this situation? I feel like a weak defenceless sheep wondering the forest alone just waiting to be slaughtered by an on coming wolf.'
Bakura stared intently at Serena; she sat immobilized in an exact position- her fork in mid air, her body pale and her eyes bleak. Bakura reached over for her hand and felt the cold, chilled skin of her beloved.
"Serena?" Bakura called out to her.
Serena awakened from her train of thought and gazed up at an alarmed Bakura. "Sorry, I must've dazed out for a bit, I've been thinking a lot lately." Serena said as she awkwardly shook Bakura's hand off hers and began to eat again.
"Serena you know that I can help you, maybe you'd feel less burdensome if you entrusted me with some things." Bakura stated unsurely as he stared at his hand.
"That's alright Bakura, I'll take care of things myself, I always do," Serena answered as she shot Bakura a reassuring smile.
'What type of relationship is this? One where Serena can't even confide in me? What has happened? I thought that after Kaiba's marriage she'd could be more open to me, but now she has become much more distant, how can I continue a bond she wants nothing a part of? This relationship cannot succeed with a one-way connection, am I the only one who wants to remain together. Or does Serena have other future plans that don't involve me?'
Bakura slid his arm around Serena's waist as they walked out of the restaurant just as the rain began to pour; Bakura took out his umbrella as they walked onto the sidewalk. Rain sheeted the entire city of Domino; crystalline droplets of tears descent from the high grey storm clouds, as golden lightening blazed in the sky and thunder shook the ground. Bakura pulled Serena's body closer to his and squeezed her tightly.
'I can't take anymore of this.' Serena thought as she tried her best not to wriggle put of his grasp, but her mind was elsewhere. Where in this state of weather could Bakura be taking her?
Her question was answered. Domino Park.
Droplets of water radiated in moonlight as they slid off the green leaves of the large trees. Bakura turned to her and lay his lips gently upon hers as one his hands held the umbrella and the other massaged her back. Suddenly rain began to descend upon the pair as Bakura dropped the umbrella and entangled his fingers in her hair. Serena reluctantly brought her hand up to his pale face and caressed his cheek. He forced her to put more power, more emphasis into the kiss; his lips made quick motions over hers as tears began to descend from Serena distraught grey eyes.
'What would Bakura do if he found out all this relationship was against my desires. He would hate me, no one ever trust me again. My love is forged, but my desires are true. There is no doubt in my mind that I want someone else, my doubts lie if they want me back.'
Serena split herself away from Bakura and let the rain plunge her into the darkness abyss. Her raven hair matted against her reddened face as her crystal tears merged with the water of the rain. Bakura began to step up towards her when she swiftly dashed in the opposite direction. Bakura ran after her, he had to know what was wrong with her, what had he done to her?
Water splashed all over Serena's legs as she ran across the flooded sidewalks of Domino, droplets of water gilded off her wet hair and drenched clothes. Closely behind her, Bakura sprinted after repeatedly yelling her name and calling for to stop. His long spiked, white hair matted against his face as did his sweater and pants to his body.
"Serena! Stop! We have to talk!" Bakura yelled as he turned onto Serena's street. She ran right into her building and slammed the door shut right in Bakura's face.
Inside Serena's eyes let out mote tears, how much deceit could one man take alone? She had hurt him so much. She lay her body upon her door for support, slowly she slide down onto the ground and held herself tightly in a ball and cried heavily.
Outside Bakura slammed his fist into Serena's doorway. "Serena, what the hell is wrong?" He yelled. Inside he heard Serena snivel a response, which just raised Bakura's rage. "Tears! Serena what are your tears for?!" Bakura quietened his voice. "What's wrong love? What's wrong?" Bakura lay his body on Serena's door and let a small tear descend from his eyes. "What did I do," Bakura muttered under his breath.
'What did you do?'
'Deceit… this word has become so much a part of who I am. Kisho. Love I am here for you, I betray for you, I long for you. As I have deceived the trust of so many I cannot but help do it to others, is it wrong to continue the string of lies? Until one day where I shall become attached to everything that occurs, revealing everything about me?
Love…what is it? I do love you Kisho, but I feel as if love calls to me from another. But I could never deceive you, love binds me with you. But is revenge worth all the lives that we break? All the bonds that we shatter? All the hearts that we crush? All the people we hurt? Can this small feud have enough meaning to put these lives in such torture? But is it right to question you now? No, everything we're doing is right, right?
Trust is a strong bind that can hold people together, as one becomes sceptic, suspicions arise- than this bind can be shattered.'