A/N: Don't own Yu-gi-oh...
Chapter 11
She decided that she would sit far away from him. The car wasn't a limo but there was plenty of room to keep her distance. She faced the door and made a major point of staring out the window. She could see his reflection in the glass and noticed he was staring straight ahead, his legs crossed, lost in his own private thoughts. She could make out the curve of his face and his hair, but not much else. It was better not to dwell on his looks. Doing that was way too dangerous.
"How long of a drive is it to the house?" Serenity made a point of asking the driver, not Kaiba.
"About 2 hours Miss." He answered her curtly.
Two hours alone in the backseat of a car with Seto Kaiba. This was a fate worse than death. She managed to squeeze closer to the door. She heard him snicker at her action.
"Last night you were draped all over me in bed now you're clinging to the door for dear life." He mused.
She turned to him and fought the urge to slap a hand over his mouth. The knowledge of them sharing a bed last night wasn't something that warranted spreading.
"Do you mind keeping that between us?"
He glared at her, "I will not be silenced by you Wheeler."
"If you insist on spreading to your employees that we slept together I'll just have to tell them about your performance…" She sneered at him then stuck her nose in the air.
With a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach she watched the privacy barrier slide up and then click in place. Damn it, this wasn't a limo, which meant this man was paranoid. Great, now they were behind a closed shield and once again she was alone with him.
"What Kaiba? You don't like your prowess being called into question?"
"You've yet to sample my 'prowess' Wheeler." He moved closer to her and was surprised to see that she intended to stand her ground.
"If you don't mind I think I would rather not talk to youduring the car ride to your home."
"You have a better activity in mind?" He grinned at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
"I'd prefer flaying to what you're thinking." She pivoted on the seat so that her knees were facing him. She had to maintain a safe distance.
"I don't need you for that Wheeler, there are plenty of other women who can satisfy that urge."
She was beginning to hate him.
"Yeah, I imagine there would be. I'll have you know that there are plenty of men to satisfy my urges as well." She almost shook her head at that comment. All she needed was for him to think she was a super slut.
"What urges would that be?" He asked chuckling.
"The urge to kick your ass." She smiled sweetly.
"Is that so? I hope they could do a better job than your worthless mutt of a brother." He went back to his frigid stance, legs crossed and arms folded across his chest. His eyes peered forward ignoring her presence as usual.
She shrugged, he was impossible and she was done with him. She cuddled up to the door again. No more contact with the man…ever.
She woke up in a puddle of drool against his chest. He was nudging her to get up because they had arrived. Never had she ever been so humiliated. What a joke her resolve was. Her body had waited for her mind to drift off so it could seek out his warmth. At least his body emanated warmth, his personality sure as hell didn't. Oh was he ever hot, to the touch and eyes. Unfortunately the man was frigid and that was one iceberg she had no intention of chipping away at.
They walked into the place, instantly she decided she liked it. It was decorated a bit rustically which didn't seem to be Kaiba's taste. It was warm and the furniture looked nice and cozy. She wanted to explore the place, sadly she realized, he wanted to yell at the staff. She disappeared down the hall and began looking into room after room. It wasn't that big of a place, it was a vacation house after all. She wondered where he slept. She intended to find the room furthest away from his.
She walked out the back door and into the woods. There was a nice little path that led down to a dock that stretched over the lake. She liked swimming, but then realized that she had no bathing suit, then again, she had no clothes. Rolling her eyes she realized that she had to ask Kaiba for help in the matter. How far away was the nearest town? How much money could she really afford to borrow from him? She had certainly lost her job, unless this whole mess could be sorted through by the time she was due to show up.
"What are you doing out here?" An angry Kaiba yelled as he grabbed her arm.
She jerked away from him. "The last time I checked I didn't have to answer to you Kaiba! I wanted some fresh air, that's all. What is your problem?!"
"My problem is simple, I turned my back for two minutes and you disappeared. You can very easily get lost in the woods and I don't feel like having to have my men waste their time chasing down some delinquent."
"Delinquent?!" She shouted, totally incensed with his tone and insults. "Well I never!"
"Maybe that's your problem." He turned and walked back to the house.
Just great! Now I have to go and ask him a favor. Does the man ever smile or even pretend to have a personality? I wish he would yank out the broomstick from up his ass maybe then he wouldn't be so…disagreeable.
She followed him back into the house.
"Kaiba," she called when she realized he didn't intend to stop. He didn't turn around, just stopped and asked, impatiently "What?"
"Unfortunately, I need to ask a favor. I have no clothes to change into."
"I'm sure the maid has something appropriate for you to wear." He began to walk away.
"I'm not wearing a maid's uniform so you can get some sick kick out of it." She was furious and if he kept walking she would find something to throw at his inflated head!
"Kaiba!" She raced after him then stopped him by grabbing his arm.
He quickly pulled out of her grasp, "Do you mind? You've kept me away from my work long enough. I'm sure if you dig through the closets you can find an appropriate article of clothing to change into, now quit wasting my time Wheeler!"
He stormed away down the hall. She shot daggers at his retreating back and wished that he would develop carpal tunnel or something that would change his hands into claws. He was maniacal and she hated him.
She sighed. Which room should she start in? She walked to the first door, which she assumed was a bedroom and rifled through the closet, just coats.
She went to the upstairs rooms and began searching. She couldn't find anything appropriate. Now she was angry. An evil plot developed in her mind and a smile twisted its way onto her lips.
She went into the room she knew was his. The blue-eyed dragon sconces outside the door (reminiscent of a haunted house) alerted her to the fact. She went in.
The room itself wasn't remarkable, except maybe the deep blue comforter set on the bed that was a rich silk blend. She smiled as she imagined him curled up in the big bed. He was wonderful when he slept, as long as his mouth wasn't moving he was quite agreeable. She snickered as her plan started to come together.
She showered in his bathroom then decided to raid his closet.
He did tell her to find something in a closet 'somewhere' and stop annoying him. Wasn't she doing just that?
She wrapped a towel around herself and started towards his closet. She giggled when she opened the double doors. All of his clothes were arranged in color order. She had never seen such order in a closet before. He was a machine that was the only way to explain things. All of the black shirts in a row, followed in different shades (all in order) to where it ended in white. She snickered. His pants were the same way, all neatly hung in a row, beneath his shirts, ranging from black to white. She noted how the hangers all faced the same direction. His shoes were also organized at the bottom of the closet in a, she was sure, designer rack.
Oh well, time to pick out a new outfit.
She found a deep blue shirt and pulled it out. It felt like silk against her skin and she smiled as she realized it would fall to her knees. It was a perfect fit. She rolled up the sleeves and left the top two buttons undone. Now the grand finale. She pulled out his white trench coat and slid it on. It pooled around her ankles a bit, but it was fun to have a train dragging behind her. She was sure he would be irate, his treasured trench being worn by a skimp of a girl that wasn't tall enough to prevent its being dragged on the ground. She hoped she could control her laughter at his reaction.
The sound of the knob being turned startled her, instead of standing her ground she quickly hid in the closet. Naturally, it was Kaiba. He walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She was grateful he didn't notice that she had been in there before him, if he did he wasn't cursing which was good. She slowly opened the door and peeked out. He was in the bathroom, his shirt had already been stripped off and he was brushing his teeth. She couldn't risk coming out now. He would surely spot her in the mirror. Didn't he believe in closing the bathroom door?
She backed up and took a deep breath; she would wait until he went into the shower before she made her get away. A few more minutes passed and she looked out again. He was now behind the closed shower door. She was safe. She left the room, coat dragging behind her, without taking a much-desired peek.
She strutted down the hall, getting a few gasps from the few servants that were there. They probably thought she was insane to goad his temper. She strolled into his office and sat at his desk, propping her feet up on it. She knew he would be back as soon as he was showered and dressed, she would be waiting for his entrance…
The man slowly drove up the densely overgrown road. He pulled over to recheck the map. There had to be a clue somewhere on here that would lead to where the two were headed. Nothing stood out. In fact, the road was all but deserted. He decided to go back to the town he had passed through.
He would poke around. See if he could discover anything about Seto Kaiba or Serenity Wheeler. He had to start getting a handle on this situation before he was made an example of by his higher ups. Damn the two of them for getting out of the museum the other day. They shouldn't have been allowed to escape…
His biggest problem now was to kill the girl. He had gone over the security tape and he knew she had witnessed the murder, had taken pictures as well. She was his biggest liability. Kaiba was a burden, because if he found out what was going on behind his back he could become dangerous. He'd take care of her first, then him. The girlwas quite attractive, and if her personality matched the flame of her hair, she might provide some entertainment first. He smiled.
He had his work cut out for him. Find them, find the film, enjoy the girl, kill her then kill Kaiba. He called for back up, he was sure he needed an extra set of hands or two.
A/N: Hope you liked this one…read and review…let me know how I'm doing. Thank you so much in advance.