Authoress Note: Yay! I finally got around to updating this story. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated since last year but I've been so busy revising this story, getting a job, working, going to school, traveling and so forth. I know not very good excuses but I promise I'll update faster from now on. Anyway so this is chapter 5… I'm hoping to enter this story into a writing competition so I really need feedback to improve it the best I can. If I win then I can get it published. Sorry for not replying to reviews but its not allowed on this site anymore. BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTS THIS STORY BY READING IT! I know its not perfect but I need your reviews in order to make this story better.
Credits and Disclaimers: I owe HUGE amount of credit to my good friend Sortha tackle/glomps because she has been helping me so much with this chapter and with my story in general. Most of the ideas for this chapter are from her.
I do not own YGO or any of its characters so no suing me.
Last thing before I begin the story: I made up a radio station and a tv show for this chapter and people in these things so please don't yell at me for the corny names (aka Music Zone and DJ Fem.)
….On to the story….
Seto Kaiba leisurely sat in the back of his limousine, the speakers broadcasting the local radio station. The DJ's voice, a mixture of sickening fakeness and obnoxious babbling, cut into the last few seconds of the previous song.
"Hey there cats and dogs you're listening to Fem. FM 143.9. I'm DJ Fem. and that was the second single released by Miss Shizuka Kawaii. Speaking of which a big story has just exploded onto the scene. Here is Gossip Mossip with the Goss…" A new softer voice joined in on the radio signal as Gossip Mossip began her section.
"Thank you DJ Fem. and yes I am Miss Gossip Mossip and boy do I have some killer Goss for all you fan girls and guys out there." She paused for the DJ to mix in a sad sound effect of a group of people marveling at her short advertisement. "You have all heard of the famous Seto Kaiba from God's Dragons right? Well rumour has it that Mister all-cold-and-mighty was having a secret affair with the bass player of none other then Shizuka Kawaii's back-up band, who will be joining into God's Dragon at the end of the month. So what do you think of that DJ Fem."
Once more the obnoxious voice of the Disc jockey came over the airwaves. Seto Kaiba growled behind his tinted shades at the accusation. It wasn't anything new for him to be rumoured to be in affairs with members of other bands but to be paired with someone in Shizuka's band. This he could not tolerate.
"Wow GM that is just incredible. Do you think that a little sparkle will happen between Shizuka and the blue eyed dragon when their bands join?" DJ Fem.'s fake enthusiasm chirped in along with the Gossip Mossip.
"That's the question on everyone's lips DJ Fem... Will our sweet-hearted siren of song, be able to melt the ice around our Dragon's frozen heart or will they tear each other apparent and ruin their careers?"
Without waiting for the DJ to respond, Seto Kaiba flicked the switch of the speaker and immediately brought silence to the back seats. He slid his hand through the bangs that hung over his forehead and gave his hair a loose shake.
'Morons… all the media is are pathetic sniffling morons. I'd be satisfied if I had nothing to do with that lying and cheating little monstrous Siren.' Seto raised a bottle of chilled water from a bucket of ice next to his seat and drowned a few gulps.
"Driver, how far is the studio?" The command behind Seto's voice could shake down even the toughest of men. His voice was one that demanded to be listened to; a factor that made his songs so powerful. Gradually the black screen dividing the driver's and Seto's seating compartments glided down revealing the back of the drivers capped head.
"We are roughly fifteen minutes away from the television studio Mr. Kaiba. Traffic is a little heavy today. Do not worry Mr. Kaiba… I shall get both you and Miss Kawaii to the studio on time." The driver's surprisingly calm voice replied in an even tone.
Seto Kaiba sat up upon hearing the name of his once music rival come from the lips of his driver. "What do you mean you will get both Kawaii and I to the studio?" The demand of an answer in his voice was laced around every word.
The driver was caught off guard by the question and quickly glanced up into his rear view mirror to look at his passenger in disbelief. "Didn't your manager tell you Mr. Kaiba?"
Seto growled and gripped his arm rest beside him tight enough to cause his knuckles to go pure white. His growl sounded similar to that of a dog's and his eyes locked with that of his driver's sending a chill down the driver's spine. "Tell me what and it better be a direct answer or it's your job!"
Swallowing the lump in his throat, the driver shakily replied. "Miss Kawaii's driver has the day off today and rather then going through the formalities of hiring a car her we organized for us to pick her up on the way." The driver quickly broke away from the lock his clients eyes had enforced and refocused on the roads and his search for Shizuka's street.
'This cannot be happening… how dare, they organize this without my consent. This is my limousine not that thieving Siren's. My manager and I are going to have a word about this.' In frustration, Seto adjusted the back of his knee-length coat and pulled down a mirror to adjusts his hair and examine his teeth.
Cautiously, the sleek black limousine turned down a street lined with polished white marbled and fire brown bricked hotels. Flags of different nationalities blew carelessly in the wind. The limousine drew to a halt outside a bright white marbled hotel. Slowly the driver got out and briskly walked inside to the lobby.
Moments later the driver came out with a stylish auburn haired woman a step behind him. Her blue crushed velvet skirt ruffled around her legs while her white blouse defined her toned upper body. Seto Kaiba didn't move from his seat and he waited for the stranger from his past to slide in beside him.
The driver politely opened the limousine door for the young lady and offered his hand to help her in, closing the door with a light click behind her before he rounded the front of the car to slide in behind the stirring wheel.
Shizuka calmly removed her glasses from her eyes and gave her hair a silent shake, causing the silk locks to create the effects of a waterfall down her back. She leaned back against the leather seats with a heavy sigh before addressing the man beside her. "Seto… it's been nearly 5 years since we've been alone together..." At the mention of being alone, the driver flicked the switch to make the dividing screen glide back up to provide the musicians with privacy.
Seto allowed Shizuka's voice to linger in the air without replying, allowing the soft tone of her mesmerizing voice to sink in. "What is this music show we are going on today?" His voice remained stern and business like although it had almost completely lost its demanding edge. His only reply was another melancholy sigh.
"It's called Music Zone."
"Very well." There was an awkward pause in the conversation before Seto continued. "You look… calm."
Shizuka allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips and slid her fingers through the lock of hair outlining her cheek. "Thank you… you look… calm… also."
"I'm used to this…" Once again another long drawn out pause formed between them. Both lost in their own worlds as each stared out a different window.
Gradually the remaining ten minutes of the drive to the studio came to an end. Although to Seto and Shizuka the ride seemed to be both an eternity and a spilt second. Both wanting it to end as quickly as it can and both wanting it to continue for longer.
The driver offered his hand to Shizuka as Seto slid out the other side before rounding the back of the vehicle to walk in with his companion. The moment both stepped into the studio doors they were bombarded with stage hands and security. Once security were satisfied and the stage hands had blabbered all the information they need to, everyone seemed to leave the two stars along.
Casually the pair approached the director of the show and was given directions to the wardrobe department and hair and make-up departments. Exchanging a strange farewell glance at each, the two turned away from each other and silently approached the departments they were designated.
Shizuka moved into the wardrobe department and was greeted by two middle aged ladies who quickly set to work sorting out an outfit for the young musician to wear on the show. Skirt after skirt and shirt after shirt.
Seto sat down on a spinning chair in front of a yellow make-up covered bench in the make-up and hair department. A set of two young women and a young man came into the small room and set to work. The young man styling the musicians hair and the young women fussing over his make-up.
Within an hour of primping the two silent musicians came out both wearing top of the line styles and natural looking make-up with the next big hair styles. Now it came time for the hosts of the show to come and talk to the guest stars. Upon sighting them, Shizuka forced a weak fake smile on her face while Seto tossed his hair back in a calm yet sexy way; both now in their performance state of minds.
"Hey Shizuka, Seto great that the two of you could be here." A blonde haired twenty year old male held his hand out to shake while a brunette female moved forward to give each a kiss. "My name is Brad and this is Jeneal."
"Yeah it's really awesome of you two to be here. Okay so have you ever watched our show before?" Jeneal smiled warmly and gave her mainly brunette hair a flick before leading the two onto the set of the show. The set consisted of a colourful graffiti decorated background with a desk in the middle that was surrounded by some comfortable chairs. Large stand-mounted cameras stood at several different angles around the set as well as lighting poles to illuminate the set and boomers to pick up the sound. Behind the equipment was a place for the audience to sit and watch the show.
"I've caught it once or twice… but never completely." Was Seto's bored reply as he looked around the set for that the program was going to be filmed on.
"I'm afraid I've never caught the show before… I don't normally watch that much TV." Was Shizuka's meek reply as she examined the desk and tried to make out some of the words on the background.
The two hosts smiled and walked over to a hidden door in the background. Brad gave it a small push and a small section of the wall gave way to show an entrance. "Well it's pretty much like the other talk shows you've been on. You'll both come through here once we give the introduction and you are given a cue."
Jeneal stepped through the doorway and pointed to the button that realized the door once the queue was given. "Just press this and the door will open. Before you open it the cue will be the smoke screen which will be set off by the stage hands once the director gives the signals."
Brad then walked over to the desk and pointed to the two seats in the middle of the four. "You two will sit here… It doesn't really matter who sits in which seat but Jeneal and I need to be seated on the outside since we have to ask the questions to both of you."
"Fine… how long until the show starts? We both have other appointments to attend." The demanding in Seto's voice returned and one again laced every word that fell from his lips.
Brad couldn't help a small jump spring through his body upon hearing the sternness of Seto's voice. He shook the effects from his head with a toss of his hair before replying. "About an hour or so… the security will be opening the doors for the audience to come in. It's your choice whether your give autographs or not…" Seto grunted and turned around without listening to the rest and walked over to the green room of the studio to wait.
Shizuka sighed with a smile before thanking Brad and Jeneal for showing them around the set and giving them a quick run through.
"Oh hey it's no problems. We couldn't very well let you guys run loose on the set." Jeneal answered with a small laugh behind her words. "Oh one more thing, before you join Seto in the green room… we don't have a performance set up at the end of the show since the two of you haven't recorded the song yet you will be debuting together but if there is a song you both know then you're welcome to perform it acoustic."
Shizuka thought over it and immediately thought of one song they could perform together. The only song both of them new off by heart. "S-s-sure… I'm sure we can organize something in the green room." With that Shizuka moved behind the set of the show towards the door labeled greenroom.
Shizuka's tiny, pale hand gripped the doorknob and with a deep breath she pushed the door open. There sitting on the vinyl sofa was a crossed-legged Seto Kaiba. A cigarette between two fingers on one hand and a glass of coke in the other.
"Since when have you smoked?" When she didn't get an answer, Shizuka pressed on trying to get a conversation. "It doesn't suit you… at least… not in my mind."
Seto took a deep inhale of his cigarette before leaning forward and butting it in the glass ash tray. "There, now are you happy?" His voice was direct and stern, proving that he wasn't happy to be there.
Shizuka adjusts her skirts silently before addressing him again. "Brad and Jeneal said that since they don't have a performance lined up at the end of the show there is some free time. If we want we can perform a song that we both know off by heart…" Shizuka allowed the sentence to trail off upon noticing a Seto stand up.
As silent as a tiger, Seto approached Shizuka. Slamming his hand down beside her head on the door, trapping her to the door with his body. "I suppose you want to perform that song. Forget it." He leaned in close to her so that they were eye to eye with their noses nearly touching. Shizuka could smell the strong stench that the cigarette had left and felt her self grow pale from the smell. "I'm not doing that song!"
He waited, still trapping her body to the door, for her to reply. He was expecting her to beg him to do the song with her, the one song neither of them would ever forget, the one song that was there's and the one song that was the reason for their silent war.
"I don't want to do that song… ever… unless… it's only for our ears." Slightly taken aback by her reply, Seto stood upright again and allowed her room to push past him to the sofa.
With a frustrated growl crossed with a careless sigh, Seto turned and followed her to the sofa. Together they sat there in complete silence waiting for someone to come and save them.
"This day is going too slow for me." Seto leaned back against the sofa, resting the back of his head on the very top of the furniture piece.
"I think this day is going both too slow for me and too fast." Seto turned his head to glance at the source of the voice. Shizuka sat leaning over a glass of water, absentmindedly stirring the ice around with her now pruned finger. Seto huffed at her none sense reply.
Silent minutes ticked over until finally a stage hand poked their head into the room. "Ten minutes until we go to air Mr. Kaiba, Ms Kawaii. The director needs you waiting behind the door immediately."
With a nod to the stage hand, the two slowly pushed themselves up from the sofa. In unknown unison, both spoke at once, "Here we go…"
Stepping out of the greenroom, the two begun walking towards their waiting point. Stagehands adjusting them with microphones to make sure that their voices will be picked up evenly. The girls from hair and make-up came over and made minor adjustments to the musicians' hair and make-up while the two women from wardrobe adjusted the clothing and making sure nothing was showing that wasn't suppose to be showing.
Authoress Note: And I am going to be evil and leave the chapter there… woot for the cliff hanger. So how will the show go with Seto and Shizuka? Will Brad and Jeneal ask the wrong questions? Are you going to review? All will be revealed next chapter .