AN: This chapter will hopefully continue in the footsteps of its predecessor. There is fluffy Mokuba/Rebecca or Kiddyshipping in here. Hope you like it! I loved the last chapter, and hope to make this one just as great, if not better. This one is less detailed since the other one had too many details. Hopefully this will make a better read. Read and review kids, and remember, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Some minor graphic sexual references. One make-out scene. Other than that, it's pretty clean. Also, sorry, but no easter eggs because one of my readers thought that the numbers were annoying, and when I look back, they kinda were. So here it is, minus the easter eggs. Less thick paragraphs, but juicy Seto / Isis action. Read and review!
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"Sometimes, th-they're, I mean, s-so fast, we're in s-such compromising p-positions," She managed to choke out, and he leaned forward, his hand now resting on her slim waist. It was more like he was holding her down rather than holding her romantically, she thought frantically, pushing ideas and memories out of her mind. She remembered Egypt, and Priest Set, and suddenly things were flashing in and out of her mind like channels on cable television. Images flashed one after another, Priest Set, the baths, Seto, Battle City, her duel, etc.
"You are a weakness, Ischizu," he said firmly, as he pinned her to the bed, "and you already know what I think of weaknesses." He slid his hand firmly underneath her, almost as if to cradle her. Her hands trembled terribly at her sides, unknown to what was to happen to her. He leaned dangerously close, and then let her go. Seto smirked, going to the door and locking it. She composed her self half-decently and her frail frame shook violently on the bed. Seto watched this figure of weakness shake in his presence.
"Seto, I do not understand," She quipped, but inside she yearned for him. There was this terrible yawning feeling inside of her that could only be relieved by him. Seto returned to his original position above her, his hands located sternly at her sides. She crumpled underneath him, her weakness spreading much like a contagious disease. Her lips quivered from his touch. His hands, they were rough and warm. She could feel them pass over her waist slightly as he had locked her in place.
"Neither do I," he said, his hand coming out to touch her cheek. She let out a contented moan, her knees struggling to draw up closer to her chest. Seto had used his knees to keep them in place. He looked at her curiously, his finger tracing her lips. Her eyes were wide, vast expanses of blue. Seto looked at the features, studying her facial definitions diligently. He brought her face up to his, millimeters away from his mouth. She could feel him itching to touch her, his hands fidgeting terribly at her sides, as his anticipation grew considerably with each second that passed by.
"Kiss me," she whispered, and watched him gently tug her upward, into a warm, tender kiss. His mouth created a seal over hers, his tongue probing the insides of her mouth. His tongue dominated hers, pushing it into the back of her mouth, and taking control. Seto sucked her bottom lip, and then his soft tongue proceeded in her mouth again and again. Soon afterwards, they peeled apart. She gasped on the bed, bringing a hand up to her chest to feel it rise and fall faster and faster. Seto touched his mouth, brought his hand to his side and watched, perhaps in awe at what he had done. A dark specter entered his mind, telling him it was wrong to do so. He stood now, feeling the immediate regret of his actions. Ischizu looked at him with a confused expression.
"It was a mistake," he said acidly, swallowing the lump in his throat. Ischizu nodded obediently, smoothing out her dress and dusting herself off. She got up off the bed and in front of him, approaching the door. Her hands shook as they unlocked it. But why? She struggled to block out what had just happened from her mind, the sweet, soapy clean smell of him, his messy hair strewn on his face. Why couldn't she shrug it out of her system? Why? She held back tears that stung her eyes.
"Forget this," he threw out to her on his way out. She closed her eyes, collapsing on the bed in utter loneliness. For a few minutes of her life, she had felt loved by someone other than her brother. For a while, she could block out the fact that she was getting married to a stranger and think about the person that she liked and desired without being angry at herself for it. For a few seconds in his life, Seto Kaiba was human.
She sobbed to her heart's content, allowing tears to wet her white pillow. Work, she remembered. I have to finish up my work. She mumbled, wiping her eyes with the length of her arms. Ischizu wiped her mouth with the back of her hands, the sweet saliva drying up on her skin. That was his; it was his mouth, on hers. And as long as she'd remember, she belonged to Seto, even if it was only for a little while. Choking back another tidal wave of sobs, she rushed to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Outside, Seto stood outside her door, momentarily glancing in both directions. It was strange, to his dissatisfaction; there stood her brother, tall, and his blond hair almost as angry as he. He stood with his legs slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest. As soon as he saw Seto, he unhooked his arms from each other and pointed accusingly at him.
"What were you doing in there?" He questioned, his eyes ablaze. They were just talking. They were just talking. I know they were. But he knew Ischizu. The arranged marriage had devastated her. After their disgusting father sold his daughter off to some stranger, she sat quietly next to the boy she was to be wed with. After the agreement was over, Ischizu was quiet in the car, her small hands folded neatly in her lap. It was not until nighttime that she cried the entire day's tears. Marik had approached her, kissing her cheek and reassuring her that it would be all right. But he had been lying. There was no way out of the marriage, and he knew full well.
"I came here for a reason, and I chose to discuss the previously mentioned matters with her," he said coolly. Marik eyed him suspiciously, but then retired to his room, collapsing on his smooth bed. He knew how Ischizu felt for Seto. She would glance at him gently, with her soft-eyed look. She would always be kind to him, call him by his first name, and even do what he said. She was in love with him, that Japanese man that she was so fond of. Marik's mouth twisted into confusion. He'd rather have had Seto be with his sister than anyone else, but under the circumstances that she was to be wed by next month, he knew that he had to make sure Seto kept his distance so that Ischizu did not fall to temptation. Raising a hand to his forehead, he knew that her marriage was the biggest thing on his mind.
Seto walked out of the hallway and into the living room. He propped up himself up against the sofa, sliding his hand into his jeans to retrieve his cellphone. Mokuba had collapsed once again on the other end, sleeping like a child would. Kaiba lifted Mokuba off his dangerous position that had been teetering off the sofa onto his chest. The boy had had enough arguments for the day and was clearly tired. With one hand securely around Mokuba, Seto phoned the company to make sure things were doing okay.
"Hello, Roland? Any new clients lately? I want all my messages from my secretary to be sent via email," Kaiba said sternly, resting his head onto a sofa cushion. Using his eyes as a telescope, he saw Ischizu exit the room, avoid his eyes and turn directly into the kitchen. It was idiotic to fall to weaknesses. Weaknesses only get in the way. He half-listened to Roland give a brief summary that was not so brief and a report about the current status. When Roland mentioned Duke's name, Kaiba jolted from his semi-decent listening.
"What's he doing on the client list? I told him there was to be no more financial assistance from Kaiba Corp!" Kaiba barked into the phone. Mokuba stirred gently on top of him. Clicking his call off from the company, he punched in Duke's number. I told that swindler no more aid from us, and he squeezes us for more?! Kaiba could feel his head beginning to ache again. He reminded himself to visit his doctor as soon as he got back to Japan.
"Hey Kaiba," The cool voice on the other end quipped, and he could hear faint laughter on the other end. He couldn't stand Duke, and he could stand him. He liked him better than Yuugi's friends, of course, but then again, that wasn't much either. Duke shared the same kind of lifestyle, but he handled it differently than him. He doesn't take anti-depressants, Kaiba muttered mentally. He clenched the phone tighter. Duke seemed nothing but childish and everything he wasn't.
"Look, I heard you're on my client list, and there is no-" Kaiba was cut off as he heard Duke laugh. What could be so funny! He finally heard Duke recompose himself, and shouting in the background. Kaiba shook his head. He was completely unprofessional. Sure, Duke was praised for having a very good CEO attitude, as well as social life, while Kaiba was mocked for his. He remembered the newspaper stand and their moronic article on him.
"That was just to get your attention. My company's holding a conference meeting at the Cairo Hotel tomorrow, and I was hoping you would come," Duke said, in the most coaxing voice he could. He had to convince Kaiba to go, whether or not he wanted to. Really, he could care less whether Kaiba attended a conference meeting. He genuinely cared about Kaiba to a certain extent, so much that he'd invite him to something he didn't give half a damn about just to talk to him.
"I'm leaving for Japan tomorrow," Kaiba said, icily. Mokuba stirred on top of him. He sighed. He'd have to deal with Mokuba later. For now, he could assure that he'd be leaving tomorrow. A certain ache made its way into his chest as he thought of Ischizu gently smiling at him, with her usual politeness and cool, distanced manner. It was best to leave as soon as possible. He couldn't let his skirmish with Ischizu hold him back from company business.
"I called your company and they said that there weren't going to be any meetings tomorrow," Duke said suavely.
"Who told you that?" Kaiba questioned, suddenly suspicious. Roland would've told him if the company wasn't going to be holding a meeting tomorrow. But then again, he was half-listening. Perhaps he'd missed something important? No, there couldn't be. Duke was just blatantly lying. He had to be. Seto heard faint sounds of the kitchen, as if Ischizu was beginning to cook. Cooking, he thought, only the chef makes the stuff at home. Home. The word felt metallic and strange in his mouth.
"Your secretary. That was of course, after I got a date with her," Duke chuckled, and Kaiba wanted to strangle him. Mokuba got up, rubbing his eyes childishly. He leaned against Kaiba's chest, content with his brother's heartbeat and the ability to eavesdrop on his older brother's conversation. Nudging his head into the nook of his brother's neck, he smelled him, It was a clean, soapy smell. But there was another scent, as well. Lilacs. Lilacs? That's..odd. Mokuba twisted his face into confusion. He was sure his brother didn't wear lilac perfume.
"I'm going to check with Roland," Kaiba lied, knowing that he really did not want to talk with anyone at the company at this moment. He really had no intentions, and then again, if Roland had told him, he would make himself look like a total idiot by asking him something that was already said. Mokuba thought quickly. Who wore lilac perfume? He knew he had smelled this on someone else. Was it Ischizu? He thought deeply. But why would his brother have Ischizu's fragrance on him?
"Do whatever you want, but if you're coming, it's at 7:00 tomorrow, and you have to bring somebody to dance with," Duke added quickly, as he could sense Kaiba's patience was beginning to snap. Mokuba listened in closer, realizing that Duke was inviting them to some sort of meeting. He sighed, as he remembered he had promised to meet Rebecca in two days; they had planned a meeting as well. Of course, Kaiba had not necessarily known all the intentions.
Mokuba snickered inwardly as he remembered his meeting with Rebecca in the park. She had been wearing a pink dress, lip gloss smeared over her lips. It was then, after he had bought her an ice cream cone, he finished with his ice cream early. After they were done innocently eating ice cream, they sat down under a tree. It was then he had received his first kiss. He had leaned in, a faint memory of Rebecca's cherry lip gloss. It had tasted good, and so had the kiss. Rebecca had smiled at him afterwards, indicating that they were 'going out'.
"Is this a party or a meeting?" Kaiba demanded, and Mokuba immediately perked up at the word 'party'. Stealing the phone from his brother, he leaped off his elder brother's chest and ran into the kitchen. Sitting comfortably in one of the kitchen chairs, he smiled. He liked Duke, especially since he was his brother's 'friend'. Or the closest thing to it. He didn't understand why his brother was so cold to him, but he wanted things to get better.
"We'll be there, Duke! You can count on it," Mokuba assured, leaning back into one of the kitchen chairs. Ischizu turned around to see the younger Kaiba with a grin pasted on his face. He looked like a child who had just inherited a million dollars. Of course, she probably guessed he already had, but that's what he looked like.
"Okay, squirt. See ya there." Duke clicked the phone. Smiling, Mokuba tucked the phone, palming it in his fingers. Looking up, he saw his brother's towering shadow cast on him. He smiled sheepishly, holding out the phone with immediate awkwardness. Seto snatched it from him and folded it into his pocket. Ischizu turned around, announcing dinner was ready. Mokuba got up to go wash his hands while Seto stood in the room, awkwardly. His eyes followed her figure, from her calves, to her thighs, the junction of her legs, her hips, her small waist, and then her breasts. He breathed in and out, trying to control unknown wild desires. He ran a hand over his face, frustrated. Stop, now.
The desires took over as he leaned forward, pressing the front of his body against the back of hers. She shivered, immediately turning around. Dropping the spoon that was in her hand, she faced him. His legs spread slightly apart, and his hand immediately reached for her neck. He wanted to touch the smoothness of it, feel it against his fingers. She shook her head, but made no sound, almost as if her voice had become stuck in her throat. It was then that he jolted out his hand to her blouse, fidgeting with the buttons.
"Seto," she said a little weakly, as she began to protest, she shrugged out of his grip. "I do not believe this is healthy for you," she edged away from him. Knowing full well the consequences of such a relationship, she turned back around to continue stirring the rice, now adding different ingredients. He leaned back away from her, sitting down now, angry at himself for being such a fool. Idiot. Only idiots have weaknesses. He crushed his desires in the palm of his hand and remained composed for the rest of the meal. She sat down, next to him, scooping rice into her plate with a spoon. He did the same, but he pushed the rice around his plate to make it look like he was eating. Mokuba appeared later, noticing the silence between Ischizu and his older brother. The rest of the meal went by without a word.
"Wake up," she said softly the next morning, as she appeared in a sunny white summer dress, crouching down to touch his arm as stirred in his sleep. The dress did not look so misplaced on her anymore. It fit her perfectly, the white complementing her innocent personality. The ridiculous straw hat was still on her head, and she kept it on with one hand as she got up from her sitting position. Smoothing out her dress, she spoke softly to him. "We're going to have a picnic. Mokuba and I decided this last night when you went to sleep." She'd curled her hair, and the locks cascaded up and around her shoulders.
Murmuring out of his sleep, he rose, got up to the bathroom to wash his face. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed a corner of the band-aid lift up. Picking at the corner with his finger, he peeled it off his skin, to reveal a healed cut. There was only a faint, red line where the cut was. That was strange. Rinsing his mouth, he reached for the small closet in the corner of the room. His trenchcoat was in the wash and so were his other clothes. Mokuba peeked in his room momentarily with a sheepish smile.
"Seto, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you earlier." He brushed the wall with his left hand before plopping down on the bed. Seto continued to button up his shirt, facing the narrow mirror that stood vertically against the wall. Taking a comb from the dresser, he began to comb his hair neatly into place. Mokuba sighed, plopping over on his stomach and burying his head into the soft mattress. "It's fine. Remember to keep your word with Duke, then." Seto said complacently as he smoothed out his pants. "I promised Rebecca we'd meet her on Friday, too." Mokuba said worriedly. Seto turned around to face him, his fingers obviously struggling to make his tie.
"Here, lemme do it." Mokuba stood up on the bed to reach his brother's height. His small fingers wrapped around the tie, looping the thick end through the knot and creating a perfect tie. He loosened it a bit, to create a more casual look, and then fixed his elder brother's collar. Then, mischievously he rumpled his brother's hair quickly. With a sigh, Seto glared at him, trying to fix his hair and then giving up. "We are just wasting our time here." Seto said, placing the black, plastic comb back on the dresser. Mokuba frowned, plopping back on the bed.
"Really? That's Ischizu's perfume on you." Mokuba looked up at him knowingly. It was then that Seto spun around, his hands moistening and wiping themselves on the sides of his pants. "You're grounded." Sighing, he flopped down on the bed. "You should take Ischizu to that party that Duke invited you to." Seto narrowed his eyes, narrowing them so far as to create thin slits. "Fine, sorry." Mokuba dug into the pillow now. "I like Ischizu. I do. I wish we could have her around all the time." The younger Kaiba mumbled, a little sadly. "Well we're leaving soon, so don't get attached." Seto said, combing his hair with his fingers now. "But Ischizu is-" Mokuba was cut off as Ischizu appeared at the door, holding a neat pile of towels.
"I am what?" She questioned, touching the younger Kaiba's hair, and holding his cheek. Seto kept his back towards her. The tie had fallen loose and now he'd wrestled with it, pulling it away from his collar. "Nothing." Ischizu looked curiously from the younger to older Kaiba. It was then that she rose up, trying to get a good look at Seto, and he adversely looked away from her. "Let me, Seto. You look nice today." She smoothed out her hands down the front of his white shirt. "Let me fix this, all right?" After struggling a bit with the tie, he snatched it out of her hands and tossed it aside. "Actually, it looks better without it." She smiled, slightly. Mokuba looked at the both of them, standing in front of the dresser, with miles of emotional barriers between them.
"Mokuba, get my laptop. I need to check how the stocks of the company are doing." Seto broke the silence finally, directing his head towards Mokuba. Scampering off the bed, he slid across the carpet and into the hallway. Seto stood silently, leaning his slim body against the dresser. Ischizu had sat down on the bed, tilting her head slightly to the side as if she was curious. "Is there anything I should know?" Kaiba faced the mirror as she spoke, aligning and realigning his sunglasses on the opening of his shirt.
"It's none of your business." He said, pressing a hand back into his shoulder, and massaging it. He'd had neck pains ever since the plane ride, even though it had been just days ago. She sighed softly, letting the dark locks of curly hair roll down her back and up again. "I see." It was quiet, almost timid, had it been anyone but Ischizu. But it was firm from her. "I did some investigating of my own, about that article, in that newspaper. They were right. I saw the anti-depressants in your trenchcoat pockets before I put it into the wash." It was silent from his end of the conversation. He gripped the dresser end, his knuckles whitening considerably.
"Why did you lie?" She seemed naive and stupid all of a sudden to him, and he wanted to crush her. She had to pry into his business, poking her head in where she was not wanted. Was that true? Building up all along, he'd despised her ability to see right through him at times. It worked the same way for her; she'd seem so transparent, and he could see the finest details of her. "I didn't lie." He choked out now, closing his eyes and trying to maintain his neutral state. 10, 9, 8. "You could have told me." 7, 6, 5. "I am worried about you." 4, 3, 2. "Sometimes I feel that you are not okay, Seto. I just want you to be happy." 1. 0.
"Shut up!" He yelled suddenly, his shoulders twitching. "Stop prying into my life!" Seto swiveled around, his hands clenched desperately at his sides. Ischizu's small shoulders flinched from his outburst. "Seto, please." Her teeth bit down on her soft, pink glossy lip. "Shut up." It was a quieter, dangerous hiss. "I will not tell anyone." He let his back slide into a curved shape as he leaned over the dresser now. "Gosh." He heard her draw a breath inward, and then he felt the warm, inviting touch of hers. She had leaned her head against his back, and her hands curving around him. "Stop." It was a direct order to her, but she did not withdraw. She squeezed tighter, letting her cheek rest against the ridges of his spine. Finally, she faced his back, her warm mouth pressing against the cotton of the shirt. She closed her eyes now, trying to block out all the pieces of him that she wished that she never knew.
Ischizu felt the cold ripple of a shiver travel up his back. He had not heard her. It was made apparent by his reaction to her touch. He had missed her remark completely. She almost sighed a breath of relief until he clamped down on her wrist with his hands. Swinging her around in front of him, he pushed a hand up her dark curls. "Tell me," he hissed, "why you always get in my way." She frustratedly shook her head, as if she did not know. Then, she felt a twitch run up and around his arm, all the way to his shoulder. His eyes went from glassy and glaring to softened pools. "Tell me."
Letting out a whimper, she tried to struggle out of his grip. "Tell me why." She brushed away his hand, her smooth hands gliding against Japanese skin. It was then, she looked up at him, his cold, icy eyes returning to their usual demeanor, save for his strange behavior. The next thing Ischizu knew, Seto glided his head into the recess of her neck, his lips tantalizing her virgin body. His kisses were rough, and coarse, and she remembered feeling euphoria rush to her head.
"Stop," she remembered crying out, resisting by turning away her head. There was his mouth, traveling against a smooth collarbone that she remembered moaning to. Ischizu let out a deep moan, her insides trembling in fear. She weakly held his face in her hands, thrusting it away from her. "No, Seto. I am not –" She felt his head back away from her, hovering slightly above her now, and then crawling into a more comfortable position. He rose, angrily now, wiping his mouth with his arm.
"You're an incompetent fool, Ischizu. That's what you are." He said acidly, his eyes turning into thin slits. "And I want nothing more than to get rid of you." A shiver racked against her body, and she remembered collapsing to the floor. How did it become like this? She smoothed out her pretty, white summer dress. Seto stood near the doorway, examining her innocence. He'd wanted to tear it off her and ravage her. But he was cool, and calm. Once in a while Kaiba let out his emotions, and abruptly he locked them away, rarely seen again. She'd seen too much of him now. He'd have to take care of the witness to this terrible sin. He watched her small arm come up to wipe her eyes.
On his way out, he threw back to her, "Hurry up, then. We're leaving for your idiotic picnic." Mokuba came in at this instant, in the hallway, and the childish chatter filled up the hallway, and sloshed their way into the cracks. She wanted to sob, but she couldn't, even if she wanted to, she wouldn't. Burnt up by the energy used on so-called frivolous matters, Ischizu rose, breaking the ice building in her room. Step by step, she exited, and she remembered a particular flower still left in her dresser. Tattered and crushed.
She remembered sitting against a tall, oak tree, aged with time. The plaid picnic spread was firmly underneath her, with Mokuba chomping on a sandwich opposite from her. Seto had contented himself with sitting on the other side of the tree, reading a book. Far away, they looked like a complete, happy family. Close up, they looked misplaced and rumpled. Mokuba was the only cheerful one throughout their conversations. The car ride to the park had been a long, silent one, save for Mokuba's chatter consisting of what he'd do once he got home. Ischizu felt her eyes beginning to lid, the heavy air causing her to become quite sleepy. Seto had put down the book and was now absorbed in his laptop, which he had brought with him.
The sun was high in the sky, and Mokuba had dozed off in Ischizu's lap, much to Seto's discontent. She rubbed the boy's head lovingly, as a mother would, and she saw Seto scoot over closer to her to make sure she didn't try anything funny on his brother. She gave him a warning look, almost as if she resented him watching over what she did to Mokuba. Mokuba and Ischizu's relationship had strengthened over the last few days, building upon trust and kindness. Seto typed furiously away on the laptop, and it was then that Ischizu set Mokuba comfortably aside so that he wouldn't get cricks in his neck when he woke up. Ischizu rose, her dress swishing at her ankles. She walked over in front of Seto, who was still working. She sat down comfortably in front of him.
Seto grew surprised when she pushed away his laptop. It'd been a dreadful afternoon, spent at the park. She was sick and tired of things being the way they were. Ischizu needed change. She'd had cravings of him since this morning when the incident took place. The cravings were becoming nearly unbearable now. She was skirting around flirtation with someone who was still technically a boy. She placed her legs underneath her, smoothing her dress out with her hand around her rear. Folding her hands in her lap, she watched him glare.
"What?" His words were like bullets; quick, concise, and painful. Ischizu leaned in, placing one hand on the laptop to keep him from taking it. Ischizu scooted to the small space between his legs, the space that was previously being used to hold the laptop in place on his legs. She leaned in a little, and then smiled, gently.
"I heard you have a dinner at Cairo Hotel today. Is Mr. Devlin going to be there?" She placed her hands on her knees, and together they looked like a couple. Ischizu played with the hem of her dress in front of her while she waited for Seto's answer.
"Don't call him Mr. Devlin. He doesn't deserve that respect." He shot, his fingers touching his collar somewhat nervously. Ischizu had advanced upon him, like a small kitten curling up against its master. He swallowed the lumps forming in his throat. Seto watched her glossy lips part to speak. He found it increasingly uncomfortable due to that morning's circumstances.
"As you wish. Are you going?" She skirted around what she really wanted to ask – Would he take her? Seto pushed his book aside, that had been strewn across his lap haphazardly. It was an economics guidebook, and right now he had been reading to criticize the author's short sightedness in business. He looked up at Ischizu, her green pools of eyes glassy.
"No. Devlin is a waste of time." He said, brushing his shirt out. It was then he felt a soft, small hand curl around his thigh. She'd scooted up so close that they were practically touching. He hadn't noticed it before, because she had gradually moved through their conversation. Taking a sharp breath inward, he pretended that there was no hand. Was she flaunting herself at him or was she concerned? He could not tell, and therefore, he refused to acknowledge its presence.
"It would be a nice break, would it not?" She commented, as she smoothly tucked strands of her behind her ear. Ischizu had removed her hand from his thigh once she had seen the apprehension on his face, and the tightening of his muscles.
"I don't take breaks." Seto said, and then added, "I wasted time here, but it will be compensated for." Her eyes softened, almost hurt that he found that the time here had been wasted. Egypt was her home, her birthplace, and her sanctuary. But she dreamed of Japan all the time, and the one Japanese man who lived there that meant much to her. Seto had not taken her seriously.
"I understand." She said, quietly. He saw her clamp her hands together behind her back. Looking up at him, she put on a weak smile. "My gentleman is coming today." As she said this, Seto could feel as if someone had punched him in the gut. He immediately felt a great, depressing sinking feeling in his sides and entire body. He tensed up, once again. He was unable to comprehend his body's strange reflexes.
"Whatever." He gave her a sideways glance as he plucked an apple that Ischizu had brought in the picnic basket. Clenching it tightly, Seto wished for it to explode. He saw his knuckles go white, and the strong muscles in his arm ripple underneath his shirt. There was a fierce anger, lurking inside of him, and he knew not how or why it functioned.
She was silent, suddenly. He hadn't said anything new. Ischizu concentrated on the blades of grass collected around the top of her hem. She picked up the pieces of the grass, and wished each piece of grass was a piece of her life. She began to tie them tightly together. A thin blade of grass twisted and tore as she tied it tightly. With a sigh, she dropped the blades of grass in her lap. She had been concentrating so hard that she had failed to notice what Kaiba had been up to.
He had pressed his palms flat against the grass around her, to meet her eye level. Keeping his balance, he secured one hand around her wrist. He jerked her forward. With a slight yelp, she fell onto his chest, her mouth crushed against his collarbone. She brought up one hand behind her to support herself up against him. The other rested dangerously and unintentionally on his shoulder. His grip was iron-tight as he held onto the hand that she had put on the grass.
She muffled a cry into his shirt. Seto had used one hand against the small of her back to hold her steady. "Don't toy with me." He said; dangerously close to a tone that she had not heard him use in a long time. As soon as she tried to move her head up, he slammed it against his chest once more. "You can't get away this time." Ischizu could feel the buttons of his white, collared shirt aligned to the middle of her body. She felt uncomfortable.
"I do not understand." He could feel the movement of her lips against his bare collarbone. It excited him, and he brought up a knee to trap her in his grasp. "You were toying with me, just now." He forced her head up so that their eyes never lost contact. She let out a struggled sigh that racked up her body and reverberated through her spine.
"I was not toying with you, Seto-" He'd sharply brought her head up, to check if she was lying. She wasn't, her innocence clasped in his hands. He could do what he wished with her. Scanning the area, he found no one to be in the slightest concern of what was happening.
"You're the only one who calls me that. How come?" Before she could say anymore, he slid a hand down her back and around her rear to smooth her dress out from underneath her. She trembled uncomfortably. Her body spasmed in his grasp.
"Because, I understood you disliked the name that you inherited from your father," She cried this out softer, trying to see if any of what she was saying was reaching him. His gaze lay unwavered. Had she been unsuccessful? "I w-was not toying with you. I did not..." Ischizu was cut off abruptly.
"I dislike liars." With a short gasp, she found that he had crushed her head against him with a hand behind her head, and nestled his head into her neck. He ran his nose up her neck, and as he had expected, she shivered and squirmed. With one smooth tug, he had pushed her dress strap on her left shoulder down her arm. Her shoulder was bare, the skin glistening in its tanned glory.
"My s-suitor is c-coming today. I cannot.." She let out a slick, tired sob into his chest. He took advantage of her moment of weakness by sliding his mouth down the profile of her neck and onto her shoulder. She was delicious, and he swallowed her wholesomely. Seto stretched his mouth over her shoulder. This is what virgin tastes like. He moaned inwardly, sucking on the skin. One hand firmly held her in place as he placed small, butterfly kisses up her jaw. Ischizu's right hand strongly grasped his neck, trying to push him back. She was too weak to push him away.
His fingers grasped the laces that held her dress in place. Seto's kisses were like rushed and feverish, as he navigated his way around her neck and between her shoulder blades. He sucked on her right shoulder blade, and then pulled her dress back over the spot. Kaiba pressed his hands around her waist to pull her up. He was now standing, his body lined against hers. The tree was perfect support for her back.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, as she struggled to keep her composure. The air tickled her bare shoulders. His kisses were rough and wild, unlike the soft and gentle kisses that she had imagined.
Ischizu could feel the coarse bark of the tree against her bare calves. Her dress had ridden up her legs. She realized that she was going to lose her innocence. Very soon, she'd be losing her virginity to Seto. If not now, then later at the home, and if not, then at some other time when he would find her alone. She rationalized, learning quickly that this was nothing like she had read in her romantic novels. In those novels the hero and the heroine would play out a perfectly scripted romance, with gentle love.
Seto crushed her flower petals of lips against his. He probed her mouth, his desperate, needy touch driving her insane. He was still a child. He was still a child. Her mind kept telling her to rationalize. Remain calm, cool and collected. No matter what would happen, she would need to keep her composure. Physically, Seto was attractive. But he was not the kind of person she could ever find herself with. He's going to take me. He'll take it. Now. She felt her heartbeat quicken. Ischizu failed to understand why she was excited at the same idea.
"You are a weakness, and you're in my way. I can't have that," He stopped to look at her before he continued to kiss her. Seto had pressed a hand on the right side of her face to keep her face from moving. Ischizu's hands fumbled at the bottom of his dark shirt, and then she felt them ride up his abdomen. The white-hot fire in her stomach licked the edges of her body. Do something, Ischizu. Her inner voice was being drowned out by Seto's kisses. The more he kissed and touched her, the less she felt in control. Parts of her body became numb and unresponsive to her struggle.
Breaking off a kiss, he gasped into her neck. "What's his name?" He breathed onto her shoulder. Ischizu shuddered in fear of what may happen if she gave him an illegitimate response. "Kaafi. His name is Kaafi." Ischizu found less comfort in anything less other than him, so she sank back onto the tree. He'd loosened his grip enough on her to let her slide against the bark. "What does he do for a living?" Kaiba asked her sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"He's a business consultant," She choked out. He was, intelligent, smart and handsome. Marik had partially never argued upon the suitor because he was decent, and held his own. Kaiba, on the other hand, was much different than him. Kaafi, in front of everyone, was polite, respectful, and generous. But alone with her, he would say things that would scare her. She remembered..
Ischizu leaned back on the dresser, her soft hands molding into each other. Marik strode into the room, observing his sister flit from corner to corner rearranging and organizing things in her room. Delving a hand into his pocket, Marik leaned against the doorframe. A deep, golden light emanated from the room's two, elongated windows. They glimmered everything in sight.
"He's here. He wants to talk to you." Marik failed to notice her sister stiffen in spite of him. Ischizu got up slowly, rising and then turning around on one foot. She'd been trying to avoid a meeting with Kaafi. Ischizu had figured him out in her last few meetings.
"Fine. He can come in." She murmured, busily attending to a few books on the shelf of her mahogany bookcase. Marik nodded, leaving the room. She braced herself for her soon-to-be husband.
"Glad to see you again, beautiful." The man strode across the room to her, his hands in his pockets. He reached one hand out to sift through her hair. Ischizu was utterly repulsed by this, and put on a weak smile.
"It's not so bad, is it?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow. Kaafi's jet-black hair fell loosely in front of his eyes. His thumb touched her cheek, and then pressed against her mouth. She felt him lean closer towards her, lowering his eyes substantially.
"It won't hurt, baby. Once is enough to open you up. The second and third time around, you won't even feel it." Kaafi had gained a lazy drawl in his voice, one that he never used in front of other people, especially her brother. "In a few months, you'll be all mine." Pressing his mouth against her ear, he whispered. "You'll be great in bed."
She pushed him away with her hands, glaring daggers at him. "It's fine, Ischizu. Have it your way for now. In a while, you'll be begging to see me again." He pushed his hair out of his caramel eyes and strolled out of the room.
Opening her eyes, she noticed the definite, calming features of Seto's face. His hands rested on his hips, and he took a few steps backwards. "Understood. It will be pleasant to speak with him." She noticed a smirk form on his face. Ischizu didn't understand what he planned on doing, but whatever it was, it couldn't be good. She wasn't sure of what would happen in the coming evening, yet she knew she wasn't going to like it.
Mokuba yawned, and their heads immediately went turned in his direction. Ischizu shrugged the strap of her dress up her shoulder, and smoothed out her dress quickly. A rush of panic flooded her veins. While she looked like she had gone through an upheaval, he looked perfectly normal. Even his clothes weren't rumpled. Crawling over to Seto's pant leg, he tugged.
"Hey, Seto. I'm a little tired. Can we go back now?" The child raised his arms in a definite yawn. Ischizu nervously swept back the hair that had come loose in front of her face. "Can you walk?" Seto asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger Kaiba. "Carry me?" Mokuba lifted up his arms, a gesture that meant he wanted to picked up. "And you wonder why I treat you as a child." Seto picked up the kid, and walked in front of the grove of trees and past a nearby path.
"Wait for Ischizu, brother." Mokuba mumbled, half-asleep. Begrudgingly, he did. Ischizu walked slowly next to him. "Do you plan on going back to Japan soon?" Ischizu asked, just to irk Seto. "I don't wanna leave. I like it here." Mokuba piped in, as he snuggled into his brother's shirt. She smiled a little, and the walk back was pleasant, save for Seto's silence. The quiet disturbed him, and he smoothed out the end of his shirt with his free hand.
"When?" He barked at her, as soon as Mokuba had gone to sleep. He was glaring daggers at her, and she felt as if he could bore a hole through her at this moment. She fumbled with her hands, not knowing what to do. The party..that party..he was going to a party. Good. She wouldn't have to see him then. "I'm not going to repeat myself." They had reached the car now, and he set Mokuba down in the back, and she felt very uncomfortable as she sat in front, next to Kaiba.
She felt her fingers shake as they reached for the seatbelt. With a gasp, her fingers raked themselves against the seat when his hand shot out to grip her wrist. He looked at her with narrow eyes. "Tell me. Now." He hissed the last statement. She felt her throat tighten, and head was in a whirl.
"Five-thirty. He will be there by five-thirty." There was some silence.
"Then I suppose we shouldn't keep him waiting."
A/N: Yay, cliffhanger! What will Seto do when he meets Isis's not so-soon-to-be husband? Jealousy flares in Kaiba's heart as he tries to keep his composure next chapter. I also visualized the ending to this story, and I just gotta say..it's a real..eye-opener! Anyhow, next chapter, Kaafi and Duke come into the picture. Mokuba won't be such a central part of the next chapter, though, so sorry to Mokuba fans. More yummy Seto / Isis, so be on the look-out for more great chapters coming on the way!