"Where on all of God's green earth were you!?!"
Not the first words Nekomi wanted to hear. She had left early after Grandpa Motou had nearly had a heart attack from seeing her in Yugi's bed... and she from seeing him... inappropriately clad. After a little explaining, she had set off down the sunny streets towards what she like to think of as 'home'.
"I was... indisposed-." She tried to keep her cool. Of course she didn't expect to have him sweep her off her feet, she would have gone back to Yugi if he HAD. But a little appreciation here? Is that so hard? Sure, her hair was windswept, her dress slightly wrinkled, but that was no reason to act all...
"I tried to tell you Lady, he's in a right awful mood. And you being gone all night should really come-," Hazime tried.
"I said," her eyes flashed as she rounded on him, "that I'd speak to you in private." She focused back on Malik. "Where I was is no business of yours- ."
"We are supposed to be partners in this," Malik sputtered with rage, "You left the disk here, by the way. Luckily I had it sent with your other things. But how am I supposed to know what you were doing? Fraternizing with the enemy? Is it enough you toy with the emotions of all men around you, but now you must also toy with our minds?"
"I don't have to notify you of my every move, just like you told ME earlier!" Nekomi defended, then turned on her heel, storming out the door which she childishly slammed. Hazime followed in hot pursuit.
Why, she thought once reaching the safety of her isolated room, Why couldn't he just be happy I'd returned? He just HAD to make a huge deal out of her being gone for one night. Not even eight hours. It just shows that he DIDN'T mean anything last night.
"Lady," Hazime stated appologetically. "He... he was really worrie about you last night. He thought... and said some very nasty things about that Kaiba person. Why, he was even close to storming out to see what happened to you."
Nekomi glanced up, a single tear marring her perfect face, others welled in her eyes.
"You scared us all my Lady."
She glanced down again, "I'm sorry Hazime. I'll warn at least you next time... In fact, I'm going to the house Malik set up for me and Matrome."
Dismissal. Hazime knew it from the tone of her voice. Not only that, but he also knew that he was not supposed to inform Malik of his Mistress's plans. He rubbed his temples. Malik's reaction at find Nekomi missing, still, in the morning had not been pleasant for any of the servants, but it had been especially painful for Hazime. Malik wouldn't take his word that he didn't know where the Lady was. Damn Rod, he thought bitterly. And now she's going to run off again. He closed the dorr softly behind him.
Nekomi brushed her hair absently, deep in thought. She loved Malik, of THAT at least, she was sure. But how did he feel. It was time to test her theory of his feelings for her. Unfortunately, she couldn't help what he did to her servants, but neither could she take them with her. Not for this test. Not this time.
She walked, soft-stepped to her closet and ruffled through. A few things went into a suit case at the foot of her bed; a form-fitting purple dress, her personal items (and things that could be classified as 'toiletries'), a lot of black clothing, etc.
Her hand touched a soft black fabric dress, low in the front, laced in the back. An old favorite, long forgotten in her new 'evil-gothic' phase. She slipped out of the stale white dress and into the silken black garmet. It smelled of fresh cut flowers in a newly cleaned kitchen, in a crystal vase with cool spring water. She turned to admire herself and stopped cold at the reflection of someone standing near the door.
"How long have you been there, Ki," she spit the last word with pure hatred ringing in her tone. OH! He was going to get a good flogging!
"Just arrived, My Lady. And with a message." He smirked and let his gaze fall, sliding down her form.
She rolled her eyes, "Be aware ahead of time, that I strongly believe in punishing the messenger."
His smile faded, "Malik wishes to speak with you immediately."
"Tell him," she turned away, "That if he wishes to talk to me, he may present himself before me, on his own time. Oh, and tell him to be courteous this time and knock. You're dismissed." When would Ki take the hint and leave her alone?!
"Lady? May I ask you a personal question?"
She shuddered. "If you must."
"We... we are not friends, are we?"
Does me wanting to strangle you everytime I see you or hear someone say something about you count as friends? She thought bitterly. "No. I donot believe we are friends. But you owe your loyalty to me, and so I extend my protection rights over you, as is demanded by custom." Uh, he made her skin crawl!
A soft knock on the door seemed to echo through the room. Hazime entered, and announced in a clear voice, "Master Malik Ishtar." Ki's eyes grew huge.
I knew it, she thought triumphantly, he wasn't here on Malik's orders! So... what WAS he doing here. Trying to make peace? That doesn't sound like something that he'd do. More like he was trying to find a way to break in here or something. I still don't trust him. At least Malik was polite this time...
Ki bowed briskly to them both and strode out the door.
The two monarchs of evil stood across the room from eachother like cowboys at a showdown. Here, however, the first to act was the first to break the ice, not attempt to kill the opponent.
"So..." said Nekomi, pryingly.
"Look. I just wanted to tell you I'm remorseful about the way I was acting earlier today-. Where are you going?" His large, expressive purple eyes were roving the room and had just landed on her open trunk.
She swallowed, not sure she wanted to continue with her plan. "I thought I'd go stay with Matrome as we said earlier. If Yugi was suspecious and decided to check up on me, that's where he'd go. I can squash any doubts he might have had." Her voice quivvered, though it was no act this time.
Not even realizing, the two met in the center of the room and greeted eachother like lovers. "Don't leave me, Nekomi."
Not the first words Nekomi wanted to hear. She had left early after Grandpa Motou had nearly had a heart attack from seeing her in Yugi's bed... and she from seeing him... inappropriately clad. After a little explaining, she had set off down the sunny streets towards what she like to think of as 'home'.
"I was... indisposed-." She tried to keep her cool. Of course she didn't expect to have him sweep her off her feet, she would have gone back to Yugi if he HAD. But a little appreciation here? Is that so hard? Sure, her hair was windswept, her dress slightly wrinkled, but that was no reason to act all...
"I tried to tell you Lady, he's in a right awful mood. And you being gone all night should really come-," Hazime tried.
"I said," her eyes flashed as she rounded on him, "that I'd speak to you in private." She focused back on Malik. "Where I was is no business of yours- ."
"We are supposed to be partners in this," Malik sputtered with rage, "You left the disk here, by the way. Luckily I had it sent with your other things. But how am I supposed to know what you were doing? Fraternizing with the enemy? Is it enough you toy with the emotions of all men around you, but now you must also toy with our minds?"
"I don't have to notify you of my every move, just like you told ME earlier!" Nekomi defended, then turned on her heel, storming out the door which she childishly slammed. Hazime followed in hot pursuit.
Why, she thought once reaching the safety of her isolated room, Why couldn't he just be happy I'd returned? He just HAD to make a huge deal out of her being gone for one night. Not even eight hours. It just shows that he DIDN'T mean anything last night.
"Lady," Hazime stated appologetically. "He... he was really worrie about you last night. He thought... and said some very nasty things about that Kaiba person. Why, he was even close to storming out to see what happened to you."
Nekomi glanced up, a single tear marring her perfect face, others welled in her eyes.
"You scared us all my Lady."
She glanced down again, "I'm sorry Hazime. I'll warn at least you next time... In fact, I'm going to the house Malik set up for me and Matrome."
Dismissal. Hazime knew it from the tone of her voice. Not only that, but he also knew that he was not supposed to inform Malik of his Mistress's plans. He rubbed his temples. Malik's reaction at find Nekomi missing, still, in the morning had not been pleasant for any of the servants, but it had been especially painful for Hazime. Malik wouldn't take his word that he didn't know where the Lady was. Damn Rod, he thought bitterly. And now she's going to run off again. He closed the dorr softly behind him.
Nekomi brushed her hair absently, deep in thought. She loved Malik, of THAT at least, she was sure. But how did he feel. It was time to test her theory of his feelings for her. Unfortunately, she couldn't help what he did to her servants, but neither could she take them with her. Not for this test. Not this time.
She walked, soft-stepped to her closet and ruffled through. A few things went into a suit case at the foot of her bed; a form-fitting purple dress, her personal items (and things that could be classified as 'toiletries'), a lot of black clothing, etc.
Her hand touched a soft black fabric dress, low in the front, laced in the back. An old favorite, long forgotten in her new 'evil-gothic' phase. She slipped out of the stale white dress and into the silken black garmet. It smelled of fresh cut flowers in a newly cleaned kitchen, in a crystal vase with cool spring water. She turned to admire herself and stopped cold at the reflection of someone standing near the door.
"How long have you been there, Ki," she spit the last word with pure hatred ringing in her tone. OH! He was going to get a good flogging!
"Just arrived, My Lady. And with a message." He smirked and let his gaze fall, sliding down her form.
She rolled her eyes, "Be aware ahead of time, that I strongly believe in punishing the messenger."
His smile faded, "Malik wishes to speak with you immediately."
"Tell him," she turned away, "That if he wishes to talk to me, he may present himself before me, on his own time. Oh, and tell him to be courteous this time and knock. You're dismissed." When would Ki take the hint and leave her alone?!
"Lady? May I ask you a personal question?"
She shuddered. "If you must."
"We... we are not friends, are we?"
Does me wanting to strangle you everytime I see you or hear someone say something about you count as friends? She thought bitterly. "No. I donot believe we are friends. But you owe your loyalty to me, and so I extend my protection rights over you, as is demanded by custom." Uh, he made her skin crawl!
A soft knock on the door seemed to echo through the room. Hazime entered, and announced in a clear voice, "Master Malik Ishtar." Ki's eyes grew huge.
I knew it, she thought triumphantly, he wasn't here on Malik's orders! So... what WAS he doing here. Trying to make peace? That doesn't sound like something that he'd do. More like he was trying to find a way to break in here or something. I still don't trust him. At least Malik was polite this time...
Ki bowed briskly to them both and strode out the door.
The two monarchs of evil stood across the room from eachother like cowboys at a showdown. Here, however, the first to act was the first to break the ice, not attempt to kill the opponent.
"So..." said Nekomi, pryingly.
"Look. I just wanted to tell you I'm remorseful about the way I was acting earlier today-. Where are you going?" His large, expressive purple eyes were roving the room and had just landed on her open trunk.
She swallowed, not sure she wanted to continue with her plan. "I thought I'd go stay with Matrome as we said earlier. If Yugi was suspecious and decided to check up on me, that's where he'd go. I can squash any doubts he might have had." Her voice quivvered, though it was no act this time.
Not even realizing, the two met in the center of the room and greeted eachother like lovers. "Don't leave me, Nekomi."