I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the affiliated characters. I do own Starlyte, Darsaina,and the Dhampira Clans, Hatuhukra and Fulira.
She was unbearably tired; so weak and drained from the dreams that were plaguing her. She didn't remember for how long the dreams involving Kaiba had been tormenting her again. But they were different from what they used to be. Now she saw into his dreams, without his knowledge. She was sure she would find a way to expel her from them if he knew.
Fighting, she reclaimed the consciousness that had flitted and lurked just out of her reach for the better part of the last sixteen hours. She just knew how long it had been, just as she knew she was on a down-feather bed with the softest pillows she'd ever felt. But, she could not yet feeling these things. She opened her eyes and a welcomed florescent light fell onto them.
The surroundings were shady, shifting. She closed her eyes and then forced them back open when the shadows tried to reclaim her mind. The objects were slightly clearer, but still no definite shapes. Straining for strength, she tried to coerce herself into a sitting position. Forcing down a scream that threatened to rise at the sudden movement, she encouraged her legs to hold her weight up as she stood. As she moved, she noticed neither the color of the room nor the incense and spell books that rested on a table near her. All she cared about was getting out of the room and finding Kaiba.
That bastard had caused this, and he was going to tell her why. He was going to or she'd kick his ass to hell and back. Pulling open the door, she found herself in an unfamiliar hallway. Sterile and orthodox, it looked like something pulled right out of a science-fiction novel.
She shuffled down the hallway, her muscles and nerves screaming in pain. Her feet were barely lifted from the ground, a poor attempt not to drag them. Finding a doorway, large and in a color that definitely meant Kaiba, she knocked. She pounded, as she grew annoyed at no answer.
As she brought her hand down one more time, the door opened and as her fist hit air, she fell forward into the arms of Seto Kaiba. The door closed behind her and she was led further into the room. With every step, she winced as the pain shot up through her legs. The grip Kaiba held on her arm would leave a bruise, thank you very much to her over-sensitized nerves.
She was shoved roughly into a chair and was handed a small cup. She looked at the liquid skeptically. If there was one thing she learned as a child of war, it was 'never accept food or drink from another clan.'
"It's for the pain. Now, drink, Miss Pegasus." The scathing command was followed without protest and the vile liquid, which looked like blood and dirt that obviously wasn't, disappeared down her throat. "Why exactly were you causing such ruckus outside my door, Miss Pegasus?" she gave a small grimace as a wave passed over her. The name 'Miss Pegasus' stung too. It must be payback for her calling him Mr. Kaiba. Whoever said 'payback's a bitch' was right, very right.
"I want to know why I blacked out and why I feel such pain from this damn mark!" she pulled the edge of her shirt away from her skin to reveal a red and bleeding mark. Kaiba reached out two fingers and ran them over the mark. His fingers came back bloody and he lifted them to his mouth.
Starlyte watched as he did so, and felt a heat pool through her. She lost the look that passed over Kaiba's face as she tried to suppress the sudden want in her.
She focused her gaze back on him and he deftly caught her eyes with his. Those orbs of blue scared her. They were so cold, so heated, and so dead. She'd never seen such conflicting emotions running through a person's eyes. She wanted to demand what was wrong with him, demand for him to answer her questions, but most of all; she wanted to give in to him. She wanted to stop fighting and just give up.
Her primal side wouldn't let her. It reared up and took control in her one moment of doubt. She, the side that was mainly in control, was shoved back into the recesses of her mind and was severed from any controls she had. Her primal side, what she'd begun to refer to as Darsaina, stood, and slapped Kaiba, making sure to leave the four same tiny gashes that Starlyte had left on Set.
Darsaina stalked out, and, thanks to Kaiba's drink, was unhindered by any pain. She sauntered back to her room and Starlyte swiftly overcame her the moment she stepped in. It was in that single lapse of thought that Starlyte grasped the thread of control and pulled. She caused Darsaina to fall side-ways and Starlyte was able to regain full control of her body.
It had been the room that had enabled to her to take control from Darsaina. It was done in the same black, in the same arrangement, and with the same objects as her own room in Domino and on her brother's islands. Blinking, she tried to force away the sight. It wouldn't leave and she walked further in, running her hand along what she came close to. It was all real.
She rushed to the closet, because if she were right, there would be a package. At the current point in time, Starlyte thought of nothing other than the package and what it meant was given to her as well. If it were there, then she had made a grave mistake.
Sifting through the clothes, which had been supplied by Kaiba undoubtedly, Starlyte found two articles of clothing. They were wrapped in a semi-clear plastic, but the color of the clothing shone through. In her hands, she held an exact replica of the outfit she'd worn when Kaiba had cast her off. The outfit that now lay stained wit blood on the floor of her condo in Domino. The outfit that signified her change as a person.
With a controlled frown, she stripped her clothes off; her form was milky white. Scars covered most of her body, but since she was a dhampira, the scars were barely more than stark white marks. She pulled the new clothing from the bags and slipped it on. It fit her curves perfectly. It seemed Kaiba knew more than he let on, much more.
Pulling her hair back, as on that day, she left the room and carefully made her way back to Kaiba's room. She was going to keep Darsaina under control, locked in the darkest part of her mind. She was going to apologize. She was going to . . . not tell him how she felt, not just yet. She'd save that because she wouldn't be able to hear his rebuttal. She rapped her knuckles against he door, lighter than earlier.
The reaction was a sharp, knife-like pain that shot through her mark and over her body. Giving it no more than a second's thought and a slight wince, she pounded against the door again. In response, the door was violently pulled open, but since Starlyte was ready for the action, she stopped her fist from striking a strangely pale Kaiba. Pushing her way in, she didn't offer any reason for the intrusion but instead closed the door after pulling Kaiba's hand from the handle.
She saw he was staring at the clothing, and she pale blushed because of it. Kaiba's eyes were drawn to her face and she found herself pulled against his form as tight as he did when they first began their little affair. His lips sought after hers and she willingly gave into the desperation that caused such a reaction.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she found herself pushed against the door; Kaiba was relying on it for strength to stand as much as she did to keep upright. They parted and as her eyes flickered open, she saw a grave look fall into Kaiba's eyes. The blue orbs bore a look too similar to that of what he'd given her in his thought of betrayal. She couldn't take that look; she couldn't bear the thought of him pushing her away again.
"If that was a mistake on your part, Kaiba, then let me go now and I'll leave. Then, I'll never darken your doorway again. If it wasn't, I'm going to slap you for looking at me like that." A soft chuckle was all she received. She glanced up at the face hovering merely inches from hers.
"No, such a kiss could never be a mistake." Long, thin fingers ran across her cheek and she leaned into the touch. "Why though? I don't think I ever asked that. Why did that happen?" the fingers curled under her chin as she pushed away from the wall. She placed her face against the firm chest that met her. She wouldn't tell him while she was looking at him; she couldn't because he would see things too clearly through their bond.
"I had never planned that escapade to go so far. . ." her tale wrapped around her, and more than once she found that she was staring off wistfully, wondering if that man, Set said Darsaina, had remembered her. She finished, and the grip on her shoulders was predatory, possessive. She looked up, all thoughts and memories gone from her mind. Their eyes met, and within that contact, that physically impossible touch, she understood how deeply Kaiba felt he possessed her. She swallowed hard, her own body reacting in ways she had not felt before in her own skin.
She melted into the force at which Kaiba slammed his lips against hers. She found a peace in the force that drove him to claim his possession of her. She found a place in which her being, as a whole, found complete contentment.
Kaiba drove all thoughts but of him from her mind. This embrace, if she were able to compare it to Set's, was domineering, loving, but most of all, it spoke the words that neither of the two felt they would ever be able to say.
Starlyte neared a peak, the one point that would forever seal the bonds between herself and Kaiba. She forged ahead, unafraid, and willing to take whatever both their actions caused on both of them. Calling out in time with Kaiba, they renewed the once sacred bonds that held them, and sealed them with the very essence of their life from their own mouths.
Starlyte Pegasus was no longer a lone Fulira dhampira in a world of rogues and Hatuhukra. She was bound, by her own will, to a Hatuhukra and she claimed her own spot as the strongest of the dhampiri, the Fury of the Forgotten Fulira.
"The Sea doth have its pearls, but there is danger in retrieving them. The Sea doth have power; a beauty rivaled only by that of the Wind." Starlyte grinned as she fell asleep, Cecilia's prophecy finalizing with her newfound knowledge.
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