Lightning-Dono: I had homework. Lots of it. I'm getting extremely descriptive in this chapter because we're doing a unit on descriptiveness and voice in Language Arts. xD;
Answers to the Reviewercan't think – Yeah, I bet Isis and Kaiba always wanted to admit their love in a room with puking people in it. oO; Yes, I'm trying to incorporate drama into these chapters because the genre isn't necessarily humor, but humor is fun. :D Thanks for the "strategy" on how to find Seto/Isis fics! I'll need it. :)
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Kaiba had left to deliver Isis a decent evening meal before leaving himself. He wasn't quite sure when or how he was going to leave, judging by the fact that he had ordered the source of transportation he arrived in to be delivered back to his building.
Isis was lying in bed, thoughts swirling like a colorful vortex of images in her head. She smiled inwardly, soaking in internal satisfaction that she had in knowing that Kaiba had secretly liked her all along. It was like finally releasing a breath that you've been holding for years on end. Many would think this type of pride and relief she was feeling right now was crazy, as she had sensed his emotions all along. But there was something about getting to know a piece of information that could determine your entire future like this.
She had to say that when she had seen his tall figure in the doorway that she had been pleasantly surprised. It didn't seem like the supposedly cruel CEO to just pop out of no where and visit someone he had put into his mind set to hate. Especially after his attempt to rid himself of her living image.
"Here you are." Kaiba had arrived back into the room, avoiding the jealous glances female patients gave him. On a earthy brown tray he carried a ceramic bowl filled to the brim with steaming chicken soup. A few slices of bread to soak up the soup was off to the side, lying on creamy white napkins that were neatly folded into thirds. A cardboard box of orange juice sat directly to the side of the bread, and Kaiba was pushing it back into balance with his unnaturally large thumb. "Hot chicken soup, bread, and some juice. Enjoy." He emitted a sparkling grin, one of the first Isis ever saw when Kaiba wasn't exceptionally sinister, and lay the tray gently down on her lap. Isis accepted it gratefully, removed the wooden spoon from it's place and lifted spoonfuls of the heated soup up to her lips, taking delicate sips, chewing when needed.
"I was just thinking," Kaiba began, apparently still considering his decision. "When we're older..."
"You're making us both sound like little kids," Isis joked, shoving him playfully in the ribs. "Don't you worry about saying that because it won't be much older now."
"Actually, I was thinking that you might want to...Be...Mine?" It sounded much too corny; like a mere adolescent beseeching desperately for a girl to go out with him. Kaiba was past that stage, and even as a younger teen he had never had the fleeting thought of being with the weaker gender. Or so he thought.
Isis giggled much to Kaiba's discomfort as he had summoned all of his courage just to say that one lousy line. At the moment he was rethinking this. Did he really want to settle with this particular woman when he could find someone of his own ethnicity that wasn't quite as mystical? But of course, Kaiba told himself boldly.
"It would be grand," Isis replied, her eyes digging into his with deep understanding. She ripped the bread apart, taking a small piece and dipping it into the rich broth and popping it into her mouth, savoring each molecule that entered.
Kaiba let out a relieved sigh, all the burden and weight that had been laid upon his shoulder. Not because he now had someone to share it with as he certainly didn't want Isis that involved that she ended up having to become as cold and heartless as he used to be. But knowing that someone out there actually liked him for who he was rewarded him with great happiness.
He stood over Isis, feeling important like a guardian angel would, feeling a burst of gratitude towards the lady who sat before him.
Unfortunately, wherever Kaiba went trouble seemed to tail him like a stream of bumblebees.
A loud bang! shot through the air, thick with the scent of medicines. The whole hospital, in a few mere moments, was thrown into a pit of havoc. The patients, once calm and watching the news, began to scream and toss their belongings about, thrashing in there cushioned beds. The bang was quickly followed by the shrill alarm of a break-in, warning occupants of a shoot-out. The sharp trill of bullets rang through the air that was filled with screams and wails of despair and horror.
Kaiba and Isis felt like they were trapped inside an action movie, except it was all too real.
"What was that?" Isis asked in panic, getting up from her bed, despite the pain that pierced her side, the wounded equivalent of a saw cutting through a tree. Blood that had once been contained arose when she got up, trickling down her leg, staining the gown she was currently in.
Kaiba was quick on his feet, having experienced events like this before in life. "Quick! Under the bed! You're injured and can't get far, so hide under there!"
Obeying with great apprehension, she scrambled under the bed. Other confused patients saw her doing so and followed suit, securing themselves against the cold hard tiles. Isis attempted to stunt the bleeding that was heightened because of her racing heartbeat.
"Come on," she whispered, frustrated, blotting it with her sheets, which were now stained a dark crimson. Then she remembered. "Kaiba! Try and get under here!"
The man's eyes widened as he saw the hooded, masked figure enter the room and shouted, "Forget it! I'll find someplace else!" But the man already saw him, aiming the barrel someone around Kaiba's chest.
Kaiba whipped out his duel disk, dodging the bullets that passed by him to go through his flowing coat that hindered him so much. Removing it and tossing it angrily off to the side to shield Isis's face from underneath the bed. The figure looked strangely familiar. Fairly tall and he could see that he was clearly neatly shaven.
A crosshair system was activated on the weapon to enable the user to see exactly where they were aiming. The user squinted, adjusting the gun slightly. Kaiba had no clue was model it was exactly, but usual guns weren't equipped with the crosshair option. The red 'x' lingered around the approximate area of Kaiba's heart.
He drew a couple of cards from his deck searching and stepping off the side. Slipping one into his duel disk, Kaiba yelled, "I summon forth the Blue Eyes White Dragon!"
The monstrous hologram filled the room with its massive body, roaring loudly and blowing back the hood of the man, who attempted to hold it back against the pressure of air pressing against him.
"Heh. I know much about Duel Monsters, Seto...This is only a hologram playing pretend as a real monster. Very creative technology I once thought. But as of now, we are not in a duel. I am here to take your life and that I shall get." Even the gruff voice that the man so foolishly tried to disguise became clear to Kaiba. The thudding of his ticker got in the way, pounding into his ear. He could hear nothing but the rush of blood inside his head as he frantically tried to remember who this person was.
As he did, a jet of silver shot by him. The man was wielding a laser gun, one of the few of it's kind. Kaiba was quietly impressed as he stepped mildly out of the way. Isis let out a small squeaky sound that she quickly muffled with her partially scarlet bed sheet. The man also had a regular machine gun with him, but he had left it someplace else to be able to use his laser gun. Kaiba suddenly had a short flashback triggered by the blinding light of a few more laser shots that went directly through his holographic dragon, causing it to flicker dangerously. He put all his faith that his dragon wouldn't go out, leaving him exposed for all attacks.
"Just a simple chess match?" The tall man laughed out loud, prodding the defiant brown-haired boy on the shoulder. "You've got guts. All right. If I win, I leave childless. But if you win, I'll adopt both you and the little black-haired kid next to you."
"Gozaburo!" Kaiba shouted at the man, who was in the process of aiming his gun at Kaiba's duel disk. Or atleast trying to. "Show yourself!"
"...His stepfather?" Isis muttered, her eyes narrowing in mute suspicion. "I don't understand."
The figure removed his hood, throwing aside his dark mask, snapping the thick rubber band that bound it to his face. "So you've discovered the truth," Gozaburo hissed, a poisonous venom dripping from his voice, striking profound fear in Isis's heart. "See what I have become?"
Kaiba observed his stepfather. He certainly held himself differently. Gozaburo had developed a crippled limp that held him back from he usually might've done, which included lunging on Kaiba and robbing him of all possessions. His physical stature in general wasn't doing well. His once broad, pointy shoulders had grown dull and weak, causing him to look older than the once violent man he used to be. There was a thin scar extending from his upper cheek to his forehead, which didn't provide as an attraction magnet at all.
"You certainly have improved your looks," Kaiba smirked, waving a hand towards the bushy eyebrows that threatened to devour his eyes completely. Kaiba felt that it was only a matter of time before whoever was working in the hospital would haul him out into the jail that was conveniently a few blocks away.
"I don't need your snide comments, Seto. I know perfectly well who you have grown-up to be after you ripped me up and tossed me out the window."
"That's funny, I remember leaping out a window myself. Are you sure you haven't got your information mixed up?"
Isis practically glowed with admiration for her dearest, newly gained friend.
Gozaburo scowled, scrunching up his already wrinkled face and making his scar look like it was curling in pain. "Still your perky self, eh? Wait until you see what I have in store for you. I've been hearing that you've gotten a girlfriend? Pity me. I never had the nerve to get one myself and when I did, our relationship would only last a few weeks before they let go."
Kaiba snorted, not feeling a speck of sympathy for the man before him. This person didn't need anyone to feel sorry for him. He had once told Kaiba that he didn't need anyone and Kaiba was ready to believe that Gozaburo was just spouting stories to gain back love. If he didn't need anyone, he certainly didn't need his son's ear right now.
Then again, Kaiba would never accept that he was the son of such a greedy tyrant. He'd rather much start eating sludge than live again in the same mansion of this man that had been rumored to be powerful, but then disappeared in shame after being outsmarted by his adopted child.
"Perky doesn't quite fit me," Kaiba decided in a stuck-up manner. "I'd say... Spiteful. At you!" He thrust his arm forward to point directly at his hated stepfather. "Blue Eyes White Dragon, strike him with White Lightning!" A ball that contained power, sparking with electricity built up inside his dragon's mouth. "It will only take a few minutes. Soon the police will come." The ball continued to build as Gozaburo was frothing at the mouth like a man suffering from a severe case of rabies.
"I have broken into their station and disabled all communication ports in and out of that filthy place. They can't do a thing about it," he said, a disgusting bubbly substance dripping from the corner of his mouth. This had to be the sickest thing Kaiba had ever seen. Had the man really been so damaged by the loss of his company that he had gone nuts? Whatever the case, he needed serious medical attention at the moment.
Isis had heard enough. She was a woman of love and peace and couldn't stand another word of this evil that was being said by the both of them. Sliding out from her hiding place, she hobbled over to Kaiba painfully.
"Isis! Get back under the bed!" Kaiba hissed urgently, afraid of what might happen now that he had an injured person to look out for in this battle.
The wailing of distant sirens sounded in the background as the cars arrived quickly to the scene. The sound of officers tramping up the half destroyed stairs could be heard.
"Oh, looks like they're coming!" Isis breathed a sigh of relief. Kaiba withdrew his Blue Eyes White Dragon from the room, knowing that things would look odd if the police saw him about to attack a helpless man. If anyone could be helpless when they had a laser gun in their grubby hands.
"Lucky break, Seto. But wherever you go, I'm watching! Mark my words!" Gozaburo trampled down the stairs, only to find that the police were waiting at the bottom of that particular staircase.
"Trackers," Kaiba muttered, picking at a miniscule item on his sleeve.
"What?"
"He had small trackers inside those lasers. When they were shot particles of the lasers were heat-seeking trackers so they'd stick to you. That's how he plans to follow us around." The eighteen-year old explained.
Patients nervously emerged from beneath their beds.
Kaiba grinned weakly. "Anyone up for a round of doing laundry?"