As for responses to reviews, I'm going to try and respond to you guys at the bottom. Up here is disclaimer and some notes or whatnot.
Notes: Okay, adventure, fun, suspense, all that good stuff is coming up soon. I know it's been lacking (sorry -. -) BUT it will be worth it? Hopefully, the newspaper isn't the only big thing, if you call it that, but some sparks will fly later on.
Also, I'm trying hard to make these chapters longer. But, it ends up to be only 5 pages in Word before the cliffhanger comes up. Ah, and when I do continue it ends up to be long…until the next. I'll try and subdue the cliffhanger long enough to please you people the read it. If there is…a cliffhanger. Gah!
Last but not least, I'm deciding whether or not to review my first chapters, and redo them. Because I was reading them and…it wasn't pretty.
This part is going to take a SERIOUS turn in genre. This is more angst and depressed stuff. Eh…I'm feeling kind of trapped right now so that inspired me. ((Sigh))
Disclaimer: ((Starts to drag Seto away like the obsessed crazy fan girl she is)) Haha! Mine! He is mine I tell you! Okay fine! He is not mine, he is owned by the godliness that created him. ((Deadpan)) Ta-da.
WARNING! Very descriptive detail in here about Leigha's past. I have forewarned you, DO NOT SAY I DID NOT!
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NEWS ABOUT SETO KAIBA
HAS SOMEONE FINALLY BROKEN DOWN THE ICY WALLS OF THE YOUNG CEO'S HEART?
Leigha stared at the title that was offending her very being, along with a picture with endless meanings. You could clearly see the two in a lip lock, her barely hanging on the railing in the elevator and a hand entangled in his hair, and Seto pressing his hands on the wall behind her. From the looks of the picture, it was definitely taken outside and in a hurry, the blur made that pretty clear. Yugi, Téa, and Joey were on the right with their backs facing the camera frozen in the spot. Everyone else in the picture was busy walking, minding his or her own business, or head buried in mile high paperwork.
Sure, she had made a mistake pulling him in, but it was spur of the moment. What would you do when those gorgeous navy eyes were mere centimeters from your face? Those lips that were absolutely enticing coming towards you?
Exactly.
Seto made a point when he said he didn't know why she hadn't figured it out. She had been reading and re-reading the damn thing for going on an hour now. She was definitely surprised when she didn't notice the title, especially when her boss's name was in the title along with love, and a picture beneath it.
She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly placing the paper back on the table.
One.
Two.
Three.
She took a long swig out of her coffee and slammed it back on the table. Seto was startled at the loud nose and watched her closely as she stood up and walked out of the door to the bedroom leaving the newspaper sprawled out on the table and the white mug on top, easily leaving a ring of dark liquid underneath.
He, on the other hand, would get straight to work with sorting this whole mess out. Somebody was in for it, and it wasn't going to be pretty, and making a fool out of Seto Kaiba was one of the biggest mistakes you could make in anybody's eyes.
His fingers flew over the keyboard in anxious fury. Soon, his loud clicking drew Leigha back to the kitchen after she calmed her nerves. She stood at the door taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly, watching his clicking of the keyboard grow in volume and fury his face in a scowl as he hacked away.
"I can't believe this"
She exhaled again and walked to collapse on the chair she was in earlier and closed her eyes. Seto never took a glance at her as he continued with his clicking with increasing fury. She was dangerously close to breaking her temper and attacking at anything that got in her way.
Ever since her…accident. And after doctors had checked for pregnancy, they confirmed she was clean, but she had gone into counsel with her depression problem. People would talk to her about what she felt and thoughts about to help her create a solution. Their advice was to try and focus all the depression and pessimistic thoughts to another feeling, something not so threatening to her health. Late at nights she remembered crying and taking her razor to slide across her wrists, and taking excessive amounts of pills.
Her mother found her on the bathroom floor one day, after prying the locked door open with a pin. Her eyes widened in terror and shock as she stared at the lifeless body with blood spilled underneath her and a bottle of pills sitting in the sink spilled over. The distant scream of terror ripped through her mother's throat as she remembered being pulled onto her mother's lap, and her stroking softly at her blonde hair and whispering softly into her ear that it was going to be alright.
Her eyes glazed over at the faint memory of all her pain and Seto's distant clicking in the background faded away as her memories and thoughts came to life in her mind once again.
"I can't do this anymore!"
"Leigha!"
She pushed her chair back and sprinted up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. She nearly pulled the door off its hinges and slammed it shut and locked it. After she made sure nobody could get through, she dived into her bed. She sobbed hard into her pillows and the sheets turned wet from her endless rivers of sorrow. She raised her head from the tear stained pillow and slowly made her way to the bathroom that connected to her room.
She walked stumbling through her blurred vision and slowly opened the door with a long, irritating creak. She stepped onto the cold tile and felt a shudder rush through her body. She would end this unlimited pain she felt constantly. Nobody could help her now.
Tears did not escape her at that moment. There was nothing left to cry about.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Gone was the happy, bouncy blonde girl that filled everyone's life with joy. It was as if every person in her life had sucked all of her happiness right out of her body… her very being. Her brilliant green eyes no longer glowed or sparkled; they were dulled with depression, pain, and hurt. She couldn't take everyone down with her; she would end it now.
She opened the cabinet above the sink slowly, and gazed lifelessly at its contents. There on the second shelf sat her saviors, a sharp razor and a bottle of pills. She decided to take the pills first, since if she felt pain in the cuts, a pill overdose would cut off feeling and she could die in peace. The one thought and dream she believed would never be after her horrific experience.
She swallowed nearly 30 pills after 5 minutes. And was only now starting to feel light-headed and numb. With a shaking hand, she reached for the razor in the sink. It gleamed under the bathroom light and she stared longingly at it. This was her way out, why was she now having second thoughts?
She pulled the razor hastily across her wrist and hissed in pain. The pills were supposed to stop her pain, but there was no escaping it. She pulled again. Another feeling shot through her body, but she chuckled instead of hissed. She pulled across her wrist again, the last two cuts drawing blood from her body and dripping to the floor.
Her last cut on her right arm caused a hearty laugh to escape her mouth. She gasped in surprise and widened her eyes. Tears were flowing freely down her face again, but they were not all from sorrow, these tears were of joy to be free of her pain.
"To be free," she whispered and stared at her raw arms.
Her head and eyes then slowly drifted to the ground where a puddle of crimson was forming and growing. She turned her head robotically to the mirror on her right and nearly screamed at what stared back at her.
A pale white face, and blood stained clothes stared through lifeless eyes at her. She could hardly recognize herself within the nearly gray eyes and the ashen skin. She tried to reach and touch her reflection, but could not move her arms. The sides of her vision slowly closed in as scarlet burned the rims of her eyesight.
She slowly blinked until she could see no more, the crimson curtain cutting off her sight. She gracefully fell to the tiled floor and into the small puddle of her own red wine.
Leigha gasped. Tears were running down her face at her memory and of her mother. She could taste the pungent salt in her tears at her mouth and she licked them away and wiped fiercely at her eyes. Her nose stung at her resistance to start sobbing in the man in front of her. Now she knew why she trusted few, nobody would take away her pain she suffered at such a time, and nobody would take it away now. Not ever.
Seto looked up from his work at Leigha silently crying across from him. She was not hiccuping, or sobbing, but merely letting tears cascade down her cheeks. Her fists clenched tight in her lap and her blonde hair a small sheet covering her wet face as she stared down at her lap.
He had no idea what to do or say. Was this article the cause of her tears? He was already making sure that he would fix it, what more could she want? He stopped his typing for a moment and closed his laptop and studied her.
When she noticed he had stopped typing and heard the last click of his closing laptop, she snapped her head up to look into his face her last tears falling away in shimmers down to her lose pants. A small hiccup escaped her lips as she saw Seto's icy gaze turned softer at the sight of her tears and her looking at him.
She looked away from his gaze and heard sirens outside blaring though the streets. She stared out the door, and was deciding whether or not to bolt. She widened her eyes and closed them tight when she heard the screams again, letting tears continue to roll down her soaked cheeks.
"Leigha!"
Her mother found her young girl lying in a puddle of garnet fluid. She glanced over to the sink where a razor covered in blood lie, and a spilled over bottle of pills, over half of the container gone.
She kneeled down beside her daughter's cold form, uncaring of the cerise stains that would ruin her khaki pants. She shook the girl's shoulder gently, praying to God that she wasn't dead.
"Leigha? Leigha! Oh my god, Leigha!"
The mother carefully picked up her body and laid is across her lap, softly stroking at her long blonde hair that now looked red from the blood it had soaked up. Tears started to sting at her eyes and she blinked them away, but watched them fall on her daughter's pale complexion.
The young girl's eyes slowly opened at the wet impact and she whispered hoarsely at her mother.
"Mom?"
The older woman's eyes widened and she held her close to her chest, finally letting her absolute terror and sorrow overcome her and she let out sobs of joy and pain to know that she was alive, but in a critical state.
"St-stay here darling, I'm calling the hospital!"
Her mother placed her cautiously back on the cold, bloodstained floor, and ran off to the phone. She could still make out hear her mother's frantic yells for an ambulance to save her only child.
"Yes! Yes, I need an ambulance please! …My daughter has taken overdose in pills and a razor to her wrists! … I don't give a damn if you're busy; this is a matter of life and death! …4643 Long Island Road …Thank you!"
Thunderous noise sounded through her ears when her mother ran up the stairs. She prepared to take her last breaths, but they never came. She continued to breathe and her mother continued to hold her in her lap, gently stroking her hair, and whispering in her ear.
"It will be alright, please, please, don't let go Leigha"
"Leigha…" a deep, soft voice awoke her from her nightmare.
But wasn't it real? She looked down at her arms, and still saw the crisscrossing scars all over her arms. It was real. All of it was. She didn't know if she could deal with it again, she had done so well! She was getting over her state and she was starting to be that happy blonde before her accident. That terrible accident, and the one that followed.
Leigha whipped her head around to look at who had called her name. Seto was looking at her concernedly ever since she had that glazed look over her eyes, and she continued to stare at the door with tears racing down. But that glazed look was gone, and she was looking directly at him, bloodshot eyed and still silently crying.
"Leigha, I think you need some rest" he stood up out of his chair and started to step towards her.
"No! Don't come near me! Stay away!" she shook her head fiercely and shimmering tears flew about her face and hit the floor.
Seto froze at her outburst and didn't dare take another step. He helplessly watched her crouch over her knees and hold her head in her hands, in muffled sobs he heard her try to soothe herself and rock back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Her mother rocked her until the ambulance came. The sirens still loud in her ears, she was lifted in someone's arms and carried outside. Images of blur flew by her eyes and she could only hear her mother trying to calm her. She didn't want to be calmed. She didn't want to be here anymore. Was that so much to ask for?
The bright lights from the ambulance invaded her vision and she could only feel and hardly hear. She was placed on a stretcher, and the cold material underneath her skin made her shiver in response with the contact. She didn't want to be here. Why won't it go away?
Her mother watched helplessly as they took her away and she tried to keep up running by her side, asking her why she did it? What was she thinking? That she almost could have died, and she was lucky she didn't.
Leigha only smiled and hoarsely whispered back to her mother in response.
"There's always tomorrow…"
Her mother froze in the spot and watched them place her in the back of the ambulance, not taking a second look back as they drove off. She continued to watch the sirens scream and the red and blue lights flash to light the streets in a hurry to save a girl's life that did not wish to live.
Only she knew she didn't.
Leigha remembered after that, she was put into an institution where people could watch her and make sure she didn't do anything like that again. They shoved large amounts of information into her head, about how life is great, how she shouldn't think about things like death and pain.
But they didn't know.
Slowly her rocking ceased, and she raised her head slowly to look at Seto. He was looking at her, watching her. She glanced back down at her arms, filled with scars of her terrible past. She closed her fists and looked back up at Seto with wide-eyes and tears.
"You're right. I-I need to rest"
She stood up from her chair and walked out without another word. Her steps echoing in her head as she walked to the bedroom and fell onto the bed. She curled up into a ball, and let her tears fall again, crying herself to an uncomfortable sleep.
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Seto stood in the kitchen, going over what just happened. Why did she just burst like that? She was just crying, and then she was terrified of him. What happened to Leigha Mouto? He looked at his own arms, and closed his fists until the knuckles turned white and then made his way back to his laptop.
He sat back in his chair and turned on his laptop. He had hardly ever been on the Internet before, but this was important. He needed to know why Leigha…was so upset. He didn't know why he wanted to know, but he knew he needed to know. Did he care? Impossible.
He typed in her name and a few matches turned up. When he clicked on the first match his eyes widened greatly as he stared at the picture of the woman he knew, as a young girl, but that wasn't the thing that caught him by shock. Above the picture of the young Leigha Mouto, was a title. One word had caught his eye right away when he went over the small description about what happened to her in her teen years.
Raped.
He sat back in his chair and stared at the five-letter word in shock. He shakily grabbed his mouse and scrolled down to continue to read about what had happened, and how they found her in the alley bruised…beaten.
Now he knew why she had that outburst. But what was the other two matches about?
He moved his mouse over to click on the back button on his computer screen. Again the three matches were on his screen, but the first was in a different color, to symbolize he had already been there. He clicked the second link that continued to make a path to why Leigha was acting in hysterics and was terrified.
His eyes widened more at the picture of the girl on the floor, covered in blood. Her blonde hair soaked in the red liquid. The picture was taken quickly after the mother stepped away and let the others take care of her.
Below the picture were the words he never believed would be true.
Attempted Suicide.
He shuddered.
He sat at his chair for a few moments to go over in his head what he had just seen. What happened? Why did she have such a terrible past? What did she do wrong?
Perhaps it was worse than his own was. Seto thought that his childhood was a nightmare, and wanted nothing more than to get away from there with Mokuba at his side. But suicide? He couldn't possibly leave his brother behind like that. Gozaburo would then have to push his studies onto Mokuba.
He narrowed his eyes at the thought of his snake of an adoptive father. He was a poor excuse for a guardian and someone to take care of two young children.
Bastard
Seto stood up from his chair, and walked out of the kitchen, forgetful of the picture of the girl lying on the bathroom floor in the middle of her own blood that he left on the screen.
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Seto slowly opened the door to the bedroom, mindful of a possible sleeping Leigha. He stepped in and the floor squeaked under his foot. He silently cursed under his breath, but when Leigha only shifted under the sheets, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Slowly he made his way over to her and watched her chest rise and fall under the covers in easy breaths. But her face was far from peaceful, her face was scrunched up in strain and small beads of sweat were falling off her brow. She took a slight shiver and clutched the sheets tighter in her small hands.
He wanted to know more about her, where did she take this permanent turn? It was slowly creeping back into her senses, and she was going to be hysteric and sensitive. What caused her to take that sharp turn after her smoother road?
Seto noticed her shiver again under the covers, but did not grab the sheets. He watched her grimly until she shivered again. He grabbed the end of the comforter and tucked it around her sides. Her face relaxed at the feel of warmth radiating from his body, and sighed in content.
He stood from the bed and hovered over her form for a while, before decided to go back to the kitchen for coffee. Watching her face in a peaceful expression, and only a few sour twitches.
He grinned to himself as he walked across the room and closed the door with a small click.
Seto shook his head. What had caused him to do that?
What's happening to me?
He continued down the hall and entered the kitchen, where the pot of coffee he made in the earlier morning sat; it was freezing to touch. He let out a sigh, and went to work on making the next pot for himself.
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"Leigha!"
"NO!"
She shut her eyes tight, darkness clouding her senses and not allowing her to see in front of her. She could still hear her mother's cries and her father screaming at her face. The young girl standing in the middle of the hall with wide eyes, staring at her mother and father fight.
Leigha cringed, as she heard a loud slap across flesh. She wanted to help Mommy, but Daddy would be in the way, he would only hurt her as well as Mommy.
"Leigha, get out!"
"NO!"
The man started coming towards her after her mother's cries for her daughter's safety. The man snagged her by her arm in a painful grip and shouted out the door intangible words to the girl's ears before he got in the car.
The girl sat in the leather seats of the back of the car, tears running down her cheeks in her silent cry. He turned in his seat to glare at the little girl.
"Stop your crying! Nothing's gonna change my mind!"
She hiccuped in response and soon they were headed down the road, for an apartment for them to sleep and have shelter.
Her father didn't notice the flashing lights above the railroad signs. A train was hurdling full force in their direction, and neither of the two noticed, until the blinding light caught her and her father by surprise.
They both turned their heads and heard the horn. Her eyes widened in shock and terror and her father squinted against the lights.
He kept driving.
She quickly turned to jingle the door on the lock. She kept shaking and crying out to her father to stop the car and open the door to get out, but he was in a stupor. Staring at the light coming nearer, and nearer without stopping his car.
He kept driving.
Her hands were shaking as she tried to open the door. The train was only a few hundred feet away as well as they were. Tears of fear for her life and her loved one were pouring down her face, and his sneer broke into her thoughts.
"Stop your crying" it shouted.
Finally the lock gave out and she dived out of the car and rolled onto the street just in time before the collision of metal and tires came in contact. Metal and tires flew every which way after the crash, barely missing the small body struggling to keep herself safe from danger. She sat in the fetal position, her legs up to her chest and her face in her legs, arms covering her head in a poor attempt at protection.
She slowly raised her head to stare at the scene before her. Her eyes had become wider than they were before. The car was no longer useful, a trash heap of nothing in the middle of the railroad. She walked over carefully to the car.
"Daddy?" she whispered.
A bloody arm fell limply out of the window to rest and the girl gasped and covered her mouth, more tears falling down her cheeks. She felt numb, weak, and sick. She needed to get out of there, but she was frozen to the spot.
"Daddy!"
The scream rang throughout the house causing Seto to jolt and look at the kitchen door. He ran out the door and threw the door open to the bedroom. She was squirming under the mass of blanket that surrounded her, screaming to be let go and 'I have to see him.'
He gently shook her shoulder and called her name.
"Leigha?"
Her eyes snapped open quickly at the sound of another voice. She looked up and saw her boss towering above her, those cold blue eyes staring into her frightened greens.
His slight frown was not reassuring, but she didn't care, she leapt from the covers and threw her arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest.
Seto could recall the countless times he had to comfort his brother from his nightmares, but he didn't exactly know what to do with a woman. He did that first thing that came to his instinct, he gently pushed her away and looked into her tear stricken green eyes full with sorrow and terror.
"What happened?"
It was not out of concern but curiosity and irritation…frustration. His gaze was cold, and she felt no warmth, but she needed comfort. Was that too much to ask for?
"Leigha…"
She looked back into his blue gaze and decided she was not going to get any type of comfort from this man, and laid back down into the covers and whispered faintly to him after taking a long shaky sigh.
"Just a bad memory"
He nodded before he caught a difference in what he was expecting her to say.
Memory?
He stood up from the bed and walked back out the door to the kitchen where he continued his search on the laptop about the mystery girl that was living in this house with him that he hardly knew anything about.
When he sat at his laptop he noticed the last link he hadn't visited earlier. He clicked on it and the window popped up with a picture of a gruesome scene, Seto's eyes widened and then narrowed as he read the article about the train crash, and her father that was never home nor cared about his family.
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Notes: Hmmm, no cliffhanger.
Gah! My hands are cramping; this took me nearly 2 days to finish, because I was writing non-stop. I really don't know what inspired me to write this, I suppose it's about time you learned about my OC's past, before the rape scene as well. Poor girl…I feel sorry for her. I never intended to make her so…vulnerable. Damn! But that will change, because I say so! But not until later.
Long chapter, (for me anyway, 9 pages I think?) probably the longest I will do, or I'll get bored again and write a really long chapter. Kudos to storylover03 for figuring out what that newspaper thing was about ((Throws confetti)) even though it was pretty obvious… nn; And for being a constant reader and reviewer since the first chapter!
But I love all my reviewers.
Hope you enjoy this, it should make up for my lacking of writing in all the other chapters. Again, I might rewrite the first chapters to kind of match my others; the difference is really scary.
You guys know what to do, R & R!
And for my little HIDDEN READERS (if there are any -. -) DON'T BE SHY! COME ON OUT! ((Hands out cookies))
THANKS! … nn