I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the affiliated characters. I do own Starlyte.
'Where am I?' she looked around and found herself in a dark, a horrendously dark, place. She could see in front of her just barely, but the seeming presence that lurked all around sent shivers up her spine. 'This must be the Shadow Realm. This must be the place my brother was talking about. But, the sense of animosity coming from the shadows is almost overwhelming. Only a strong soul could survive an extended time in this place.'
She pulled at her foot to see if she could move. She found small hands holding her down, but their grip was easily broken. She started forward; feeling what she was supposed to do here was in that direction. Breathing was harder in this place; she found that walking only so far tired her beyond comparison. The distance had not seemed far, but what she saw when she bent over to catch her breath made her realize otherwise.
A young boy sat in front of her. A mop of brown hair was the first thing she saw. She knelt down next to him and leaned over to see what he was doing. There was a puzzle in his hands. It was round, and the pieces each had an image or a feeling expressed on it. She saw the boy reach for a piece that was black, hatred came to Starlyte's mind, but at the last second before he touched it he pulled back. She reached over and picked it up, startling the boy.
His head shot up, emotions running wild behind his eyes. From her position, she couldn't see the color of his eyes, but she leaned in closer and then promptly fell back. Landing on her backside rather roughly, she let out her fist words since arriving in the Shadow Realm. The small shriek of pain and the few curses that accompanied it that let loose from her lips gave the boy a reason to smile. She stared at him, a small smile lighting her face, one that wasn't vindictive or conniving.
'So, this is where Yugi Mutou sent Seto Kaiba. Six months in this place, I would have gone crazy by now.' The boy extended a hand and she accepted. He pulled her closer to him, with the strength of his mortal body counterpart. He showed her what he was doing, and with a slight touch on her hand, she received a message. 'So, he's trying to put his soul back together. Well, I think I might just aid him. After all, I need to speak to him alive.' She reached over and picked up a small, incredibly small, pink-shaded piece. The boy furrowed his brow in disgust. She pushed the piece at him anyways.
Grudgingly he accepted it. She then saw him reach out for a piece that assured her that it was Kaiba. His hand landed on one that clearly represented stubbornness and pride. She felt her eyes lighten from their normally cold reservoir of hate, and found she liked it. He looked at her, shocked again, and reached out to touch her face.
Before her eyes, he was a boy no longer but the eighteen-year-old KaibaCorp CEO. His hand cupped her cheek and she found herself pale blushing. The blood was rushing from to her face, as pale blushing does; no one had ever dared touch her as intimately as he did at that moment. His fingers barley grazed the tip of her ear and his thumb ran along her jaw. His eyes held hers and she found she was powerless to do anything but comply with what he wanted. As rare as it is, he smiled at her. It only made the blood pool at the base of her neck, gorging the vein that rested right under the skin.
His other hand held the completed puzzle to his chest and as it was absorbed there, the hand moved to the back of her head. His other one slipped down her side and wound around her waist. Being pulled roughly, she found herself in his lap with his lips resting at her ear.
"Thank you. I will give a proper gratification when we see each other next time." His breath was hot against her ear and again her body heated up. His voice was seductive and smooth, but calloused with pain. She clinched her eyes shut and just melted into his embrace. Again, he spoke close to her ear, "But, in case we don't, I'll give it to you now." His lips found their way to her neck. Slowly, he kissed his way up to her lips. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips before waiting for her to open her eyes.
She drew in a sharp breath as she did so. His eyes were clouded with an emotion strange to her. An almost needy smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he spoke, "Would you open yourself up to someone whom you barely know?"
"I would if they made me feel like I do now." The smile disappeared as he rested his head against her neck. His lips were at the pulse point on her neck and as he kissed her, she felt it speed up under her skin. His lips moved against her skin in a question.
"Why?" her hand found their way to grip his hair, and as he pulled back from the sudden contact, she caught his mouth with hers in a brutal kiss. She kept her hands at the back of his head, running her fingers through the silky tresses. She gave in to him, letting him dominate her. They only pulled back when the need for air became too great. She was panting and she found he was as well. His eyes had lost the strange emotion and she found that she was being pulled away.
She grasped for him, but he only shook his head, the darkness almost consuming what he said, "Let the wind of the shadows carry you back. I'll remember your face, and you must remember mine, we'll see each other again soon." She let out a howl and in a last attempt to grab him cut through his clothing, and left three gashes down his chest. The sight of the blood shocked her, but he just shook his head again. Everything then went black.