Anaya's Creator: I'm sad.

Kaiba: Why?

Anaya's-Creator: Because Demon Witch got deleted and I blew my Rebelation (our school's show choir) tryout.

Kaiba: (puts arm around me) Oh, poor baby.

Anaya's Creator: Shut up. Unfortunately, I can't answer reviews anymore because my story Demon Witch got deleted for that and using songs at the end of the chapter... at least that's why I think it got deleted. The explanation they gave me wasn't exactly specific. I'm really sorry. Gomen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did, I'd be very rich and have a horse and a laptop, but I don't. Warning: OOC-ness on Seto's part.

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"What?" Seto Kaiba felt as if his very heart had stopped beating. Melinda, the angel who had melted his cold distant heart, could die within the next year.

Melinda continued. "I'm on a waiting list for a heart, but I don't know if I'll get one in time. I'm on call 24/7."

"How long do you have?" he asked.

"With my current health, I'll live until around mid June, but I may need to go into the hospital some time before then."

Seto was speechless for a moment. Mid June, now it was the beginning of March. That meant she had just over three months left. "There must be something I can do."

"Wait with me and love me as you always have. That's all you can do." She glanced at the clock, "It's really late, I should go."

"No," he said. "Stay with me."

"I need to go my sister's probably out of her mind with worry."

"Then call her to let her know you're here, but please, don't go."

"Okay,"

The next morning, Seto woke up with Melinda's arms around him and his head lying on her chest. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. He could hear her heart drumming in his ears. It struck him almost unbelievable that in a matter of months that heart would no longer be beating. His eyes wandered to his watch. It read eight a.m., but today was Sunday so it didn't matter. Ever since last summer, he had stopped working on the weekends and spent them with Mokuba, much to the teenager's delight.

After thirty minutes of being unable to fall back asleep, he carefully unwound himself from his beloved's arms and went down to the kitchen.

The room was dim except for a few sparse traces of sunlight trying to squeeze through the dark blinds. He lifted them up and saw the sun brightly bouncing off the cool snow nearly blinding him. How ironic, he thought. That it should be sunny after I've received news such as this.

Two months later, he was sitting in a sterile room next to Melinda as she lay helpless in a hospital bed, an IV attached to her arm. Her rejection symptoms had gotten so bad she needed to be placed in the hospital. She had high blood pressure and often experienced the flu-like symptoms that came with rejection. He noticed that the bright yellow roses that had been placed on the table next to her bed seemed to mock her waning health.

He visited her every day that he could and on the days that he couldn't, Mokuba, who would also come to see her, would tell him how she was getting along. A match had not been found. Her symptoms continued to worsen. And it was now the middle of May.

Tenderly, he wrapped his had around her chilly pale one as her shallow breathing echoed throughout the room. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. With his free hand, he reached into his pocket and felt the small box that he had picked up earlier that afternoon residing there. Butterflies instantly hatched from their cocoons of suppressed nerves and fluttered to life within his stomach as his fingers ran over the soft velvet that covered the small package. Swallowing his pride, he pulled it out and opened it.

Melinda's eyes widened. Inside, was a white gold band set with the most beautiful ruby she had ever seen, surrounded by ten smaller sparking diamonds. "Seto, it's breathtaking," she croaked. "But I might not..."

"I know," he said, cutting her off. "But this will give us even more reason to hope." He eased it onto her finger then gently covered her lips with his.

The rattling of metal and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed towards them and a nurse entered the room with a hospital gurney. "We just got a call from Damukatis City," he told them. "They have a heart and it's your match, Melinda. It should be here within the next thirty minutes."

A weak smile came to Melinda's face as the nurse and Seto got her on to the rolling bed. "Let my family know," was the last thing she said to him before she was given the anesthesia to knock her out and was rushed to the operating ward.

For nearly five lonely, excruciating hours, Seto Kaiba sat in the Heart Surgery Waiting Room typing on his laptop, trying in vain to focus on his work. When he had told them, Melinda's family had asked him to call after the operation. They were going to the synagogue to pray—her family was Jewish. Then he had called Mokuba to tell him he was going to be late coming home and, after several minutes of arguing with the teen, had convinced him to not stay up for him and go to bed on time. Finally, Melinda came out of the operating room, still unconscious, escorted by several nurses and doctors. "How did it go?" he asked the surgeon.

"Very well, I had a spot difficulty at the start of the surgery with removing her first transplant, but after that it was smooth sailing."

"When can I see her?"

"We need to put several tubes in her to monitor the new heart. And we'll see after that. We'll be sure to let her family know and I'm sure they will let you know."

Seto nodded then left. Once he was in his limo, he called Melinda's family to tell them the news. When he got home, he saw his little brother propped up on the couch in the entertainment room, watching television with a nearly empty bowl of chips.

"Mokuba, I thought I told you to go to bed! It's nearly midnight and you have school tomorrow!" he scolded, taking away the chips.

"But Seto, I wanted to hear about how Melinda did," Mokuba whined.

"I would have told you in the morning, but since you disobeyed me, I won't even tell you now. Go to bed!"

Seething, the teenager sauntered up to his room, grumbling angrily. "Stayed up this late for nothing. Well, at least there were some good movies on..."

Kids these days, Seto said putting the bowl in his hands on the counter in the kitchen for the maid to clean up in the morning. Oh great, now I feel old...

"Look at all those tubes connected to her, Seto," Mokuba said, staring wide-eyed into the special cardiac care unit Melinda was in. He and his older brother were at the hospital, but since only family was allowed in her room; the two of them were looking into it through a window in the wall.

Seto made no reply. He couldn't stop staring at Melinda's grey, motionless form. The only sign that she was still alive was the rising and falling of the green line on the monitor that watched her heart beats. There were wires without number coming out of her body connected to several machines. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring he had given her. The nurse had given it back to him since Melinda couldn't have any jewelry on. Things may be like this now, but they'll improve, he thought. After all, we still need to go through with this...

The End

Anaya's Creator: That's the end.

Kaiba: Finally.

Anaya's Creator: You know I'm still down about what I mentioned earlier in the chapter. Do you know what would make me feel better?

Kaiba: I don't think I wanna... (groans as Anaya glomps him)

Anaya's Creator: (not letting go) I feel better already.

Kaiba: (gasps) Review please...

Anaya's Creator: (still not letting go) I'll bring back Demon Witch as soon as I finish editing it. I'm changing little bits of it so that it's a bit more like the sixth book, but not too much.