Lightning-Dono: This chapter will actually have stuff about Seto and Isis and not seeing them through a TV screen. xD
Answers. To. The. One. Special. Reviewer.
can't think – Oh, don't worry about that, I like long reviews! :o And you're always interesting to listen to. ;D I liked the no PDA rule because it was kind of gross when they were smooching in the halls. o.o But they consider brief hugging and holding hands PDA. Shoot. Yeah...But three genres would be a bit too much.
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The steady pulsing of Seto's heart skipped, like an old tape that had stuttering sound and movement.
"What?" He rasped in horror, choking on his very voice as it caught in his throat. He forced it up to make the dizzying circle of men around him stop sniggering. I hate them, too, Seto thought bitterly as he watched man after man whisper to one another, all glancing at him once in a while, as thought to see if he was watching. The sad thing was that they knew he was watching, but were just doing that to annoy him.
Seto felt his vision blur, as though in order to knock him out just so he wouldn't be embarrassed any longer. His head literally spun at the thought of having this woman love him so passionately that she had gone jumping through his window just to get the point across. Well, he got it, all right, and he wasn't happy. He felt his breathing become faster as Isis removed herself from his body, perching herself on the floor in a position that would've made any man swoon. Supposedly any man but Kaiba Seto, but the image swam before his eyes like an underwater vision. Then he felt a startling heat that crawled up his cheek. Such an unusual feeling that he had never had before. Was he actually falling under her spell?
"What do you feel, Seto?" Isis asked in a serene voice.
He gained back some of his arrogance. "Nothing," he replied angrily. "Get out of my office."
Isis's head spun around the room. "This isn't your office," she said simply as the men around them continued to laugh at their boss's stupidity. "This is a meeting room where you hold your conferences. Don't tell me you're confused about the purposes of the rooms in your own building."
The man's eyes grew icily blue. The kind of ice that gives you the feeling that it's burning like acid through your very skin when you touch it. "Never get smart with me."
"Oops, I just did." A hand flew daintily to her mouth. It was one of the first times she had intended to mess with Kaiba, and she was having much fun doing it. She was extremely experienced in the area of random explosions from Kaiba. In fact, she wouldn't be at all surprised if the man's head just popped off like a shaken soda bottle.
That was when the fight began. Kaiba pushed himself entirely onto his feet and unsteadily stepped towards a calm Isis still positioned like a cocky lion on the hard floor, her eyes following him.
"Stay away from me. You hear?" The used-to-be blush left an aftermath effect on his face, making his pale cheeks turn from a bright cherry to sakura blossom pink. But now the pink wasn't there because he was feeling a little embarrassed and, for a split second, felt a little seduced by Isis. It was there because he was as angry as a jumped madman.
In the blink of an eye he had extracted a pocket knife from a compartment in his skin-tight pants and was threatening Isis with it.
"One more movement to try and steal my heart and I dig this through your sorry skin," he growled angrily. Isis hastily rose from the ground.
A man standing in the circle had half a mind to pull out his cell phone and call the cops on Kaiba, but decided he would only do that under the circumstance that there was an actual assault happening.
"What's wrong, Kaiba? Afraid that I might actually win you?" She carried a daring glint in her eye that made it very hard for Kaiba to determine whether she was bluffing or she actually had an ace up her sleeve.
"In your dreams," Kaiba retorted, feeling the adrenaline rush through him, pumping through his veins. He leaped up and attempted to pound himself onto Isis, who was watching him with amusement.
"And now, I shall dodge," Isis said in a mockery of the days where she still had the Millenium Necklace and predicted the future. She stepped casually aside, leaving Kaiba to land on his knees in the position of a worshipping servant.
Kaiba launched himself at her one more, this time using one of the useful martial arts moves he had learned over the years. As she dodged, a very predictable move, he kicked back with his heel, catching her in the back of her legs. In surprise, she fell backwards helplessly into a man that happened to be the way. He caught her by the arms and threw her forward recklessly.
"I have no intention to fight you, but now I see that I must."
"Better think again. By the time this is over, there will only be one victor. The other one will either be in need of medical attention, or," Kaiba gestured towards the window with a violent sideways jerk of his head, "jump out the window." He smirked.
Isis rubbed her hands together. "There will be neither. Rather, there will be a loving embrace between the two current fighters."
The men slowly backed away from the combating couple, leaving them exposed.
"I don't think that will happen," Kaiba returned, a dangerous grin appearing on his face as he cracked his knuckles, falling into a fighting stance that helped him attain ultimate balance.
But what happened next was nothing that he had expected. Isis bounced over to him, a small skip interrupting her in mid-bounce. She grabbed his broad shoulders and drew him close enough for her to lean over and whisper in his ear.
Kaiba's jaw dropped, but he forced it to close, but the horrific expression still lingered in his startling blue eyes.
Isis dropped herself forward witheringly and turned her head so that her right cheek rested carefully on Seto's shoulder. "I told you that I'd get you," Isis whispered into his ear that stuck out from his head like those of an alien.
Outside, a camera man in a helicopter hovered, capturing this moment on film for half the world to see.