Disclaimer: Don't own the show, Don't own the lyrics to 'Take me Away' by Avril Lavinge. End of story.
A/N: Moshi Moshi everyone! URG! keeps chaning the format so I have to find new ways of doing everything # Growl# Alright, in this chapter there will be (hopefully) a lot of Seto/Demi goodness. That is, if things go the way I planned it and my fic doesn't run away with me..........again. Anyways, shout-outs:
WolfOfShadow: I don't know how many people have told me I should get more sleep, but I'm a natural born night owl. Hell, I sometimes don't sleep until 8:00 in the morning, then get up at 12 and do it all over again! Anways, enjoy the chap!
serpent-vampfreak: I'm glad to give you the advice, and please do try to remember it. I know it's hard, but I was cutting for a year and I was still able to stop, even though sometimes I want to do it soooooooooo bad. And yes, you haven't even begun to hate Ming yet, just wait and see what happens in about two-three chapters #Evil grin# Anways, this chapter has some more plot in it, hope ya like!
surfergurl16: Your the Demi/Seto fan right? Well, this chapter is ALL Demi/Seto with a lemon in the next chap, so I hope you like it!
Anyways, with that said..............
Chapter 40
Take Me Away
The two weeks that Seto was healing went by slowly as everyone got over the crisis and things went back to a sense of normality. The week that followed observation went even slower - at least for Demi.
She wouldn't admit it, or let it be shown, but inside she was hurting probably worse then all of them, and the realization of her loving him didn't help the mix.
True, she hated sleeping with him, sexual and not, it was also true that she hated it as much as she loved it - which was a lot, and as the days dragged into each other, she had become increasingly silent. And as the days until Seto's return rolled into each other, she had become filled with a bitter anticipation.
Finally the day arrived, and Demi sat staring out of his bedroom window, nervously fidgeting and jumping at little noises, half-hoping that it was Seto, and at the same time praying against everything she knew that it wasn't.
She was a fool to love him, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She cared for him, just as much as she hated him. It seemed like everything she knew or had known was slowly being consumed by him.
I cannot find a way to describe it
It's there inside; all I do is hide
The turning of a doorknob caused her to jump what seemed like feet in the air. Taking a breath, Demi slowly turned around to face the man she knew would be behind her.
Sure enough, Seto was standing in the doorway, all of his skin except for his face and hands covered as usual. She had never given it a thought before, but now she wondered if he had been hiding scars all along. Slowly, his name slipped past her lips like a breath of air, but he paid no heed to it.
He walked past her, shedding out of his coat, to reveal his arms still covered by a long sleeved shirt.
"Seto........" She whispered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' She thought desperately. 'I've never been nervous about boys before.............' Her thought trailed off as Seto fixed her with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to root her to the spot. Again, she couldn't stop the question from leaving her mouth. "Seto.....why?"
I wish that it would just go away
What would you do, you do, if you knew?
"So your going to start this bullshit again?" He replied coldly, not bothering to look at her.
"Well forgive me if I'm a little shaken up from seeing you in the goddamn bathroom with your wrists SLASHED." Again, he didn't look at her, as she shook with a mixture of rage, sadness, and (although she couldn't even recognize it herself) fear.
"It doesn't matter." He said, more to himself then anyone else. "You should have just let me die."
"Why?" She asked, summoning up her bravery to confront with the thing that she had wanted to since she had left the hospital. "What the hell good would it do? Seto, this is a WAR. We've already lost Rei, how many more do you want killed? How many more times must you punish yourself for your brothers death?"
"Don't talk about things you don't understand!"
"I don't have to understand." She shot back. "Because the effect it's having on you is evident. Seto, you hate yourself for allowing Mokuba to die.............." Slowly she walked up behind him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. It hurt her, seeing him like this. The once so proud Seto, lying broken like this. It frightened her. "But it wasn't your fault."
"Leave me alone." He grunted, shrugging off her hand. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Don't you ever consider that that's part of your fucking problem?" She asked, her voice raising slightly as she fought to control her frustration. "Your selfish Seto!" She yelled. "You go off and pull a stunt like this, and you don't think for a moment, one little moment, that maybe someone LOVES you. THAT MAYBE I LOVE YOU!" Demi gasped and covered her mouth as the heavy silence fell over the room.
There, she had said it, it was out in the open.
He knew.
The room remained silent until Demi couldn't handle it anymore and turned heel and walked out if the room, slamming the apartment door behind her.
What would you do?
Seto.
He sat in silence, the girls words still ringing in his mind.
So she loved him? He grunted.
To him, there was no love, only lust, and to him, Demi was a fool. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, a laugh that held no mirth.
He really should have seen the poor girl falling for him sooner, but like himself, she was very good at hiding her emotions. His laughter died away, only leaving him to wallow in his thoughts.
He glanced up, catching his image in the mirror.
He stared at the man inside it, and felt the familiar dark well of self loathing burn inside him. And by the dying light of the sunset, he put his fist through the glass, sending shards flying in all directions.
He pulled his hand back to see blood running from his hand, and he could taste blood in his mouth.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Wiping his cheek with his good hand, he smeared red fluid onto his arm. Just as he had thought, a shard of glass had cut his cheek, leaving a thin cut that would heal and leave no scar.
But he didn't care, not really, and it was by sheer habit and detachment that he wrapped some cloth around his bleeding hand, and that he wiped the blood away from his cheek, spitting out the blood that had trickled into his mouth.
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
Without a word he left his apartment. He didn't know why, but he just needed to get away from the walls that seemed to be closing in closer every minute.
Demi still swam in the thoughts of his mind, but now it was focused on what she had said about his brother.
It was true that he was punishing himself for Mokuba's death, and he also knew that he should cry, mourn for his brother, but he couldn't.
He had become numb long ago, not letting himself feel anything but regret. But the more he though about Demi, the more scared of her he became.
She was changing him. Into what, he didn't know, but she was changing him, and he didn't like it.
"Demi." He growled to himself. "You better stay the fuck away from me, or your going to regret it."
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
Demi.
She ran as she fought back her tears. She didn't know why she was crying - she hadn't cried in years, minus the day she had run from the hospital.
Wiping her tears as she ran, she wondered what was happening to her. Lately, everything in her life was falling apart. First, Amaya nearly dying in a suicide attempt, then Seto's suicide attempt, realizing that she loved him, and finally, she had very recently discovered that she still contained the ability to cry - which she had been doing a lot lately.
She stopped running and looked around. She knew she was in the city, but she hadn't been paying attention as she had ran, and the street looked alien in the dying daylight. She sighed and sat down on a bench, her breathing returning to normal as she fought with herself to stop crying.
She watched the sun set, feeling like she was alone in the world. She knew she should talk to somebody, but she just couldn't. It was just far to humiliating.
I feel like I am all alone
All by myself I need to get around it
Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rested her head on her legs as she tried to sort out what the hell she was going to do next. Normally, she always had answers.
All her life she had been strong, independent, self-sufficient, always confident, and proud. That is, all her life until he had decided to come into it.
It amazed her, how much he made her feel like an uncertain little child again. It seemed that lately, she had been so nervous and jumpy around him, and she hated it.
She wished that she had never met Seto Kaiba, or that he would just vanish from her life, but at the same time, she was terrified of loosing him.
"I don't get it!" She whispered to herself. "Why did I have to fall in love with you!" Two tears fell from her eyes, landing on the wood below. "Goddamnit! Why do I have to love you so much?" But Demi knew that there was no answers for it, it had just happened, and she was powerless to stop it.
So many times she had yelled at him, trying to hurt him, but for some reason, she always ended up hurting herself by saying them.
'I just want to show him that I love him.' She thought to herself. 'But I'm so scared to, I......I just don't know what to do anymore. I feel so..........so lost.'
My words are cold, I don't want them to hurt you
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand
And for the first time in her life, Demi Martan wasn't in control of herself.
Seto Kaiba was.
Cause no one understands
Seto.
The night wind was cold against Seto's skin, but he refused to show it, even though no-one would have thought any different of him, he hated to show even the slightest sign of weakness in anything. It was the way he had been raised, and the way he intended to stay.
Even though he himself didn't realize it, the whole time he had been walking, he had been keeping an eye out for Demi. After about an hour of walking, he decided to head back, telling himself it was getting to cold, when what was really going on in his mind was.
'I don't have time to be looking for some runaway girl, I have better things to do. Besides, she's probably back at the house anyway.' And again, his conscious mind knew nothing of the thoughts as he made his way back to his shared home.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
He opened the front door, half expecting Demi to be sitting there, looking either pissed or upset, but the
house was empty.
Silently he walked over the shards of the broken mirror on his way to the bed.
Stripping his shirt off, he threw it into a corner of the room, not caring where it landed as he collapsed into his soft warm bed. He really didn't care if Demi came home or not - or, at least, that's what he made himself believe.
But in his stone cold heart, he did care for her to some degree, even if he did hate her for making him do so.
But I guess for Seto, all his loves had been locked in hate somewhere, and Demi, he supposed, would be no different.
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
Elsewhere.
He watched her from a distance as she sat on the park bench, and brought her knees up to her head, covering her eyes.
He smirked.
Now was his chance.
He looked down at the photo in his hands.
'Yes, it's the same girl alright.' He thought, placing the picture in his back pocket before slowly walking up to her.
He was grateful that the night cloaked him well.
As he closer to the girl, a smirk decorated his face.
The bitch was as good as dead.
(A/N: # Thinks about ending it here# #looks at angry reviewers# Ok, ok, geez #steps of stage and back to computer#)
Demi.
The raven haired girl knew something was wrong, even before the blow hit her. Unfortunately it was too late for her to do anything.
She let out a small scream of surprise as she was flung off of the bench, hitting the ground painfully and rolling out of the way as a booted foot came down for her head.
"Quick little bitch aren't you?" The man chuckled as Demi flipped back onto her feet.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She retorted, a smirk on her face. "You seem to be good at attacking people from BEHIND when they have no defense, but what about when they know what the sam fuck is going on?" The man said nothing, but aimed a swing at her, which she ducked, throwing her foot out, and catching him in the stomach.
Reaching out, the man grabbed her foot and twisted it, causing her to lose her balance and slam onto the ground with him.
I'm going nowhere (on and on and)
I'm getting nowhere (on and on and on)
Demi let out a small groan of pain as something sharp jabbed onto her back, but forgot about it quickly, spinning onto her feet again. She turned, and came face-to-face with the man who had attacked her. With a small smirk she brought her fist back, and slammed it into his face before bringing up her knee which crashed into his stomach.
He doubled over in pain, leaving Demi the opportunity to send her elbow into is back, knocking him onto the ground.
"Baka abazure Stupid cunt " The man cursed as he slowly dragged himself onto his feet yet again.
"What was that?" Demi asked sweetly before her face turned into a look of pure rage. Without a word she charged at him, ignoring the pain in her back, which she was sure was bleeding from being slammed into a rock.
In her anger, she didn't notice the small knife he produced from his jacket until it was too late.
Take me away
At the last possible moment, she brought her arm up to shield her face from the blade. She cried out in pain as the blade sliced through the leather material of her jacket and cut her flesh neatly. She fell to her knees, holding her injured arm, which was now bleeding.
"Not so tough now are we little girl?" The man said smirking. Demi raised her eyes to him, the fires of hell blazing in her green eyes as she reached for the knife that had cut her.
"I." She said, standing up, the knife clutched in her hand. "Am not a little girl." Quick as a flash the knife left her hands, embedding itself in the middle of his chest. A look of shocked passed his face as he fell to the ground. "I wouldn't piss me off if I were you." she hissed. "This isn't the first time I've been in a gang."
I'm going nowhere (on and off and off and on)
(and off and on)
Without a backwards at the dead man, except to remove the blade from his chest so the police wouldn't have it for evidence, she made her way her way home, holding her bleeding arm as she walked.
Demi opened the door quietly, knowing that Seto was probably asleep - at least she hoped he would be, she didn't want to face him now that he knew she loved him. Luckily for her, he was asleep.
She looked at the sleeping form on the bed, the her gaze dropped to the floor, where shards of the shattered mirror lay scattered about. Shaking her head she went into the bathroom, stripping off her torn and bloodstained shirt, throwing it into the garbage can, leaving her only in her black bra.
Silently she washed the cut, hissing a little as the warm water touched it. Grabbing a towel and a roll of gauze she wrapped her cut and washed her face, drying it in a towel.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
She sighed, looking at the sleeping Seto. It was hard to believe that she loved him, after hating him so vividly for so long. In a way, she still did hate him. Her eyes wondered to his chest, seeing as the blanket was draped over his waist, drinking in his flawless form, or what would have been a flawless form except for the scars that littered his flesh.
'Seto, Seto, Seto.' She thought sadly. 'Your in so much pain, much more pain then I was, but learn Seto, learn to forgive yourself, I know it's not easy, but you have to if your going to continue with your life. ' Stepping over the shattered glass, she crawled into bed beside him as quietly as she could.
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
She once again paused to admire his torso, absentmindedly running her fingers over the pink scars that she knew would take years to fade - if they were going to at all. The young CEO groaned in his sleep, making Demi pull her hand back quickly as she waited for him to settle down again, before resuming her expedition of his body.
Take me away
Take me away
She stole a glance up at his face, and froze as she found herself staring into endless blue eyes.
Take me away
Take me away
A/N:
Wow, that was a long chapter, 3,000 words! And yes, I know, evil cliffie. And I also know that no-one else was in this chapter, and they probably won't be in the next chapter either, seeing as it's the same night and the focus is on Demi and Seto. And what's this? Could our seemingly happy-go-lucky, although sometimes bitchy Demi have a dark side that no-one knows about? Does Seto love Demi in return? All will be revealed in the next chapter! Sweet god I sound like a narrator....... #Shudder# Anyways you know the drill....review, review, review!