Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh of the song 'Where will you go?' By Evanescence.

Sinful Temptation
Murder and seduction was the plan, not anywhere along those lines did love ever become involved…

Not a very nice start to the year, although I hope everyone had an enjoyable 2004. Exams, dreadful, murderous exams, how I hate thee. Well…I might be exaggerating just a little, tiny bit nervous laugh. Anyways, hopefully this will keep you people satisfied. I will try to update more consistently.

Chapter 5

-II-

You know you've officially gone insane when you're doing algebra equations and the letters on your paper are mysteriously able to spell: Seto Kaiba.

Trying to complete at least half the homework her teachers had given her over break, she failed miserably. What was even more pathetic was that it was New Year's Eve, and here she sat alone in her desolate apartment.

Sounds just like every year, she thought, flicking her pencil through her fingers. Duke had invited her to Domino Park where there'd be a live band and a countdown, but she had refused his offer.

Then there was the faithful boss, he, obviously, had nowhere to go or do, she possibly could pay him a visit, after all, Mokuba was probably out with everyone else.Kaiba despised Yugi after all, and she was willing to bet he was like her, at home doing work.

Looking at her clock, it read 11:10pm.

No time like the present, she thought, grabbing her jacket and running out of her apartment.

-II-

What use does a businessman have for math? Well a lot if you're a patient person and you think about the profits, gross, taxes and sales. But if you're as stubborn as Seto Kaiba, you'd probably just curse about it for a while and end up doing it later.

Giving up on his damned math, he turned to the salvation of his computer.

It was tranquil, Mokuba had gone out with the mutt, much to his displeasure, he'd have Mokuba checked for fleas though, just in case.

New Year's was nothing special to him, it was just another excuse for everyone to go out, party, get wasted, and end up screwing your best friend. Yup, nothing too special about that.

Typing vigorously, he became engrossed with his work, failing to notice the young girl, freezing herself at his doorstep.

-II-

Damn you Seto Kaiba, open the fucking door! It's -42°C! She screamed in her head.

She was able to get pass the front guard without any work, but now to get within the wall was an entirely different task.

-II-

What the…? He arose from his desk, cursing the person who had invented labour laws and dragged himself to the front door.

"What!" He yelled angrily.

"Hey! I should be mad at you!" Rei retorted, pushing past him; savouring each particle of heat that touched her. "Do you know how cold it is outside?"

"Then what was the point of coming? I don't believe that I invited you," he smirked, closing the door and leaning against it.

"Onesuch as myself needs no invitation, because one like me is always wanted," she smoothly replied; the shimmer in her violet eyes enthralled him more then ever.

Stripping herself of her thick, winter coat, Kaiba because awed at her beauty. She wore a velvet tank top that scrunched along the middle with a single iridescent gem and navy jeans, which had a netted shawl going diagonally across.

He felt himself tense, never had he felt such a sensual desire for a woman; a cold sweat developed along he line of his forehead and his heartbeat increased at an inhumanly velocity. My god! Seto Kaiba was feeling nervous.

"What's wrong Seto?"

Damn, the way she said his name.

She approached him steadily, one sexy stride after another, till her body lined up against his, her hand gently outlining his face.

"Do I make you feel…uncomfortable?" Letting the words roll off her tongue and sink into his skin as she brushed herself even closer to him.

"Ha!" He exclaimed, his arm suddenly slithering across her waist. He tilted forward, his chestnut hair grazing over his sapphire eyes, lustfully with a husky voice he whispered, "No one ever gets the best of Seto Kaiba."

With that, he left her go, panting and shaking with want then ever before.

I will have you Seto Kaiba, I will have you…

"Drink?"

She looked up at him, and walked over to him, taking the glasses from him and pushed him aside.

"What do you what?" She asked, opening the case of liquor and awing at the large variety.

He thought for a moment, he wasn't big on drinking, this was probably the first time that the cabinet was opened after his step-father's death. "A shot of vodka."

"Nice choice," she smiled as she took out the old bottle, pouring the substance into a small glass and passing it over to him.

Kaiba stared at it for a moment, the stench of it giving him a headache. Tightly clasping it in his hand he brought it to his lips and quickly swallowed. The sickening taste trailed down his neck, almost making him cough it back up, but it stayed, it took a few minutes before he slammed the glass down demanding more.

Rei smirked as she gladly poured it in.

Excellent.

-II-

"Easy there, we're almost there."

With his arm draped around her shoulders, she slowly and steadily helped the intoxicated man up the stairs and into his room.

He collapsed onto the bed with a goofy grin upon his face, why didn't she have a camera?

Sitting at the corner of his bed for a moment, she watched him toss and turn through the sheet, after a brief moment she stood up and began to leave.

Twirling around, with one swift motion she was in the arms of Seto Kaiba, his face serious and solemn, if she hadn't seen him a few minutes ago she could've sworn that he was sober.

His lips moved closer to hers, she couldn't help but be drawn nearer to him, his hands graspedher waist and tugged her closer, his lips moving rhythmically with hers,her hands grasped strands of his chestnut brown hair, grabbing his collar after, she pushed him closer to her body, his hands grasped her waist, trying to fill in any gaps left between them. Like two animals they bit, ripped, and clawed and fought for dominance, rolling over each other, their lips moving in sync and their hands feeling anything that came into touch.

As things began to calm slightly, Rei reached down to a secret compartment near the bottom of her leg, pulling out the small dagger, she watched as the moonlight radiated off it, everything had gone according to plan. Soothingly, she let the cold material align with the bare back of Kaiba.

"What's that?" He mumbled tiredly, his lips still upon the pale skin of her neck.

"My nails," she smirked as she ran it delicately over his skin.

"Cold like ice," he murmured.

"One who is cold has the heart of ice," the words rolled off her tongue in such a manner that even in his intoxicated stage it still drove Kaiba insane. His lips moved passionately across her collar bone, his fingers taking small steps to her top.

Rei lifted the silver dagger over head, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, it plummeted to the ground with a soft clang. Her hands grasped the back of Seto Kaiba, pulling him closer to her body. For such a brief moment she felt compelled to be taken by him, to become one with him, heart and soul. She hadn't felt anything like this. She began to respond to his arousing movements. Something told her this feeling was something she hadn't experienced before. Just as things began to heat up once again, the affects of the drink came into play and Kaiba collapsed onto a nearly naked Rei, out cold.

Second attempt: Failed.

Rei raised her hand over his head and slowly caressed his soft, cinnamon brown hair. It seemed like hours as her hands ran in and out of his beautifully scented locks. He fell into a deep, peaceful sleep in her lap, her hand continued to run over his head soothingly, she smiled to herself as she could feel his breath tickling her legs anda faint heartbeat, how calm everything was, till she gasped and brought her hand back to her body, as if she had just touched fire. Looking up at the ceiling, she let her gaze travel down to the sleeping man upon her lap.

Rei wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover her body.

What had become of her?

-II-

Even weeks after I still could not understand what hadforced me to not go through with my assignment, my time here was soon going to expire and I still hadn't accomplished anything, except develop a strong desire for Seto Kaiba. This insanity was going to be the end of me, why wouldn't his shadow stop following me? My thoughts are plagued and tainted with his touch, how I long to be so close to him, but he sees me as nothing. This feeling, this cursed emotion, whatever the hell it was,it's going to kill me.

He hadn't looked at me after that, nor at school or work, why was this paining me? Why could I not just drive the dagger through his heart, ending his misery and mine. Seto Kaiba's misery, I smiled weakly at that thought, even one with billions of dollars had a whole in his heart, just like one who had nothing.

Pushing my hands further into my pockets, I shivered as the cold, ice rain struck me with much force, but with all the thoughts rushing through my head, I paid no heed to it.

Coming to an abrupt stop, I had reached my destination, a local pub. Not one of loud music with teens coming in every night to dance and party. A much more dreary atmosphere than that, filled with losers drinking away their depression, it was pathetic. Grabbing onto the rusted, brass handle I took one last breath and walked in.

The reek of cigarettes and alcohol attacked me, slowly removing my coat I nearly hurled at the disgusting looks I received.

"Mick's over there," the bartender pointed from behind the counter.

I silently nodded an approached the stage. Looking into the filthy crowd, I told myself everything would by alright. He would come, I knew he would.

You're too important for anyone
There's something wrong with everything you see
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone

In one moment the words flooded out of me, a few drunkards gradually looking up at me.

But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape

You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone

My voice connecting with every word I sang, I let myself feel the dark passion of the song. Soon he would come.

But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape

I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape

I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming

My insanity clearly got the better of me when I sang those lines, so true to me and the one who would never know.

But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape

I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape

As I opened my eyes, I heard a few lifeless applause from the people, but something else had caught my eye, the fast moving man who stood out above all who pushed himself past everyone towards the door.

I knew he would come.

The rain was even more relentless then before, I clutched my coat between my hand and walked out of the bar. My hair flattened against my bitterly cold skin. Behind me I could hear faint footsteps, without glancing behind me I quickened my pace. The man also hurried behind me.

Suddenly, out of the darkness a hand reached forward and grasped my shoulder. With a sharp movement I moved away from his hand and sent my other hand forward, ready to attack. But he was much faster, he caught my hand in mid-air, centimetres away from his face. He smirked down at me, I reluctantly pulled my hand away from his hold, turned and began to walk away.

"Don't you earn enough at Kaiba Corp. or do you have a passion of being around drunken fools?" He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"My passion is singing, I don't care where as long as I get to sing," I replied brusquely, already feet away from him. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, his hair matted against his as his cobalt eyes stared coldly into the night.

"Well hello there."

A hand reached out of the alley and grabbed me, pulling me towards the dissipated assaulter.

"How about you make me a happy man?" He asked, his breath bathed in the stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol, his beady eyes staring me up and down. My hands remained, stiffened against the wall, immobile, even with all the force I could muster they would not budge.

With a depraved grin upon his face he struck at my neck, I felt the tiny droplets of blood seep through. Sealing my eyes shut, I backed up as far as I could go to the wall. I couldn't feel anything, had it really been that long since I had been standing here? I couldn't feel that man on me anymore.

Hesitantly I opened my eyes, I saw the man lying in the wet ground, blood dripping from his mouth. I gazed up and saw Seto Kaiba staring at me, almost attempting to ask if I were alright. Even without thanking him I started off again, my hands buried within my pockets. His arm extended forward and grabbed me, halting me. He turned my head and I glared back at him. His hand moved towards me, pushing my hair away he looked at my pale neck, for a moment his hands brushed my wounded neck.

"You're coming with me," he murmured, pulling me near him.

I drew my arm away from him and frowned as I began to walk away. He grabbed me again, but this time with much more force.

"I told you something," white smoke emerged from his breath as he stared with rage at me.

"I don't need you," I harshly said.

"I'm not repeating myself," his voice thin like ice. I gave into his wish and followed him to his mansion.

-II-

I rigidly sat upon his bed as his maid rubbed a cream over my wound; Seto stood on the other side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. The elderly lady put a thin bandage over my infliction and smiled at me.

"I hope that'll hold dear," she said sweetly.

I smiled back at her, nodding ever so slightly as she carried her belongings out of the room, only leaving him and me.

I cleared my throat as I positioned myself a bit more comfortably upon the silk bed, his eyes watched every one of my movements, he studied me like a predator scrutinizes his prey before devouring it. The atmosphere in the room thickened as a taut moment settled between us. Never before him had I felt so, so…anxious? What had happened to all my confidence? It had vanished with one glance of his sapphire eyes. Why had his supremacy overruled mine? Why does he have such power over me?

He continually stared at me, never bringing it away, I stared back, somehow I felt this would prove my worth to him, although I would never understand why. Slowly he began to approach me, one conceited stride after another, till his face was only mere breathes away from mine. Never breaking his eye contact, he gradually bent down till we were eye to eye. My breath came in short pants, I felt so obliged to close the space, as I brought myself nearer to him I could feel him pull back.

Abruptly, just like it all happened it stopped. He pushed me away as he removed himself away from me. He looked at me with a look of disgust before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of his room, he dragged me till we reached the large mahogany doors, he opened them and thrust me outside. The rain had passed but the cold had grown, I stared up at him perplexed by his sudden actions.

"I am a president of a prestigious company and you are my personal assistant, never forget your status," his voice sliced through me, for the first time actually hurting me inside. He slammed the door shut, the air blew my hair back.

Slowly, one foot at a time I pulled myself off his property and trudged through the drenched snow, crying silently inside.