Hello all! Thank you so much for reading my fanfiction thus far. I don't really know how much longer this fanfiction is... I haven't thought much over the ending (I have some ideas, though) I'm thinking maybe three to four more chapters... tell me what you think!
Oh, I'm also going to put another Shizuka x Seto one on fanfiction, but it's plot isn't going to be a sequel or related to this (unless you all would like a sequel)By the way, check out some of my other stories!
Well, here's chapter 13!
Disclaimer: Don't own Yugio. Can't own Yugio. Never will own Yugio. Do own this fanfiction.
The Kaiba Corp. private jet touched down on the hospital's heliport. Without even waiting for the pilot to stop down the chopper, Kaiba swung open the door and jumped out. The strong wind from the helicopter's blades cut at him. His long trademark coat snapped in the wind and his longish brown hair blew out around him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as the wind swirled around his fit figure and he quickly made his way inside.
The Seto Kaiba made his way down the sterile hall, quickly grabbing a visitor pass from the front desk. He made his way up to the third floor, tapping his foot impatiently as an old woman in the elevator declared that he "looked almost exactly like that hot-shot, Mr. Sito Kalba-- or whatever his name is." He grunted and offered a polite bow to the nearly blind woman as the elevator doors slid open.
He rushed down the hall, past a clump of doctors and a few open rooms and finally found room thirty. On the door, 'Kawaii Shizuka' was scribbled in messy kanji. The blinds were closed in the glass window next to the door, so he reached for the handle.
"Sir, if you're of no relation, you're not allowed in right now." Kaiba turned and found an annoyed male nurse standing behind him. The man wore large glasses and a smug smirk on his face.
Seto only stared at the buffoon as the nurse continued to speak,
"We have strict rules regulating and regarding visitors and visiting hours-- in fact, if you don't leave right now, I'm going to have to call security--"
"Takeshi, do you know who you're speaking to?" Kaiba and the nurse turned and found a doctor behind them, grinning and taking off his gloves. The man offered his hand to Kaiba, who sharply shook it, "Takeshi, show some respect, that's The Seto Kaiba-- he owns this hospital!"
The blubbering idiot made a deep bow and apologized for well over a minute as Kaiba made his way into the dimly lit hospital room.
A slow but steady beeping greeted his ears and the lacey curtains were drawn back a bit to let some light in. A nurse and a doctor were at the bed, their backs to him, so he silently shut the door and stood quietly near the entrance.
"...thirteen stitches on her right forearm... seven stitches and four staples on her left forearm... six stitches on her right cheekbone... there was also a small fracture chip on the cheekbone... that's been repaired..." Nurse Kasumi said as she motioned to the unconscious girl in the hospital bed.
"Luckily," she continued, "There are no teeth missing, that's good... three broken blood vessles along with black eyes and bruises-- 27 to be precise-- and fourteen minor cuts and scratches that needed no sewing or stapling... ah... her left wrist was only sprained, not broken as initially expected..." Kaiba winced and rubbed his forehead
"How about the ligaments?" Doctor Tajiri asked.
Nurse Kasumi tapped a pen on her bottom lip,
"Says here that one ligament is torn in her right wrist and a tendon was almost split in her knee... both have been reconstructed."
"And you have the results of the X-rays of the femur yet?" the doctor asked.
Nurse Kasumi shook her head,
"No, sir... I'm going to get that... she's on a dosage of XG351E so she should be up in two hours or so..."
"Thank you. You may go." the doctor said. Nurse Kasumi turned and almost shrieked when she saw Seto, for she had not heard him enter the room, "I apologize, sir..." she said quietly as she slipped out of the room.
Dr. Tajiri chuckled bowed to the lanky man,
"You must be Kaiba-san."
Seto made his way over to the bed without a word and looked down at the poor delicate creature. He swallowed as he looked down onto all of the sweet girl's injuries.
"Will she be scarred?" Seto asked the doctor softly as he reached out and set a light hand on the pillow next to her.
Dr. Tajiri thumbed through a few charts and sat down on a rolling chair,
"Do you mean a scarred appearance... or a scarred heart?"
Seto looked down at the pale girl... she was so innocent... she had done nothing to deserve such cruelty.
He had caused it. For the first time, he saw the damage he had done. Normally, he would just brush it off or walk away...
He couldn't walk away from this. Absentmindedly, he drew he hand up from the pillow beside the girl. He gently ran hid fingers along the untouched parts of her face, along her hairline, down her jaw.
It was his fault. He felt those accursed tears that were so uncharacteristic of the billionaire coming to his eyes.
Although she was so swollen and bruised-- although she wore an oxygen mask and had several stitches in her and no makeup on, Seto thought to himself that he had never seen anyone look prettier.
Jou sulked around in the hallway, gazing at the senseless paintings that graced the bare white walls. He had made his way around the thirteenth floor, glancing in at men and women recovering with their spouses or children happily watching cartoons with their grandparents.
He ran a hand through his messy blonde locks and almost jumped as he cellphone rang noisily in his pocket. A doctor looked over at him, obviously agitated, and Jou hurriedly flipped open his phone.
'1 New Text Message. From: Mai Sweetie-Pie. Message: Hi! How's 'Zuka? u been hospital with her all day? That's so sweet! C ya l8er, hon.'
Joey turned off his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. Yeah "so sweet." It wasn't like any of them had turned up... but...
He found that he had made his way back to room thirty. Nurse Kasumi was just down the hall, talking with some other nurses, and the door was left slightly ajar.
He peeked through the doorway and saw the doctor flipping through some records and the lean billionaire standing quietly at his sister's bedside. A year ago, Jou would have viciously attacked the man, but now... now he just didn't know what to think.
"I... I'm willing to pay for any reconstructive surgery... any therapy... anything... just make sure she's unscarred..." The man said softly.
"You do know that could be hundreds of thousands of dollars?" the doctor asked as he stood and walked next to the billionaire.
"I don't care." the tall brunette man said as he swiftly turned from the white bed to the door, "Whatever need be to heal her."
Jou sighed from outside the door. It the matter of days, his worst enemy had somehow fallen for his sister and now-- now he was seeing a whole new side of the cocky billionaire. Jou jumped back from the door as the billionaire came out and for a moment, the two stood in a stare-off.
Finally, Jou gave in. With a serious nod and a straight face, he offered his hand to the billionaire. The man, in return, stared at it questioningly.
"Kaiba, youse is mah enemy... not hers..." Jou said, motioning with his head to the room, "If... if youse loves her... and if she loves ya, I..." he swallowed his pride, "Then I can't hate ya."
Seto was silent and for a moment, Jou wondered if the seemingly cold man would do as he had before and ignore the peaceful hand...
But he didn't. Almost hesitantly, Seto removed his hand from his pocket, then firmly clapped Jou's hand in a handshake and then walked away without a word.
Mokuba stood at one of the large windows, bathed in the dim outdoor light in front of him and the artificial yellow light behind him. The clouds hadn't dissipated since morning and lingered ominously overhead. Rain drizzled down on the magnificent gardens and everything was lit dimly in gray.
A long black limo entered the front drive and a tall businessman got out, refusing the umbrella offered to him by the chauffeur.
Damp and solemn, Kaiba came in and walked past his servants-- and even Mokuba-- in a haze. His little brother followed him upstairs-- he had decided to go the long way, up twelve flights of stairs-- and to his office.
Seto threw his briefcase haphazardly on his desk, dropped his coat on the floor near the coat rack and slumped down into his desk chair.
Mokuba peeked inthe door and silently watched his brother. Seto brother did not look up at him but merely stared off into one of the far corners of the room.
Mokuba had seen such a change in the past months. His brother had once been cold and silent, but had begun to smile. Mokuba hadn't seen his brother smile so since he had beat their stepfather at chess and sealed their destiny.
Then all in one day, he had become worse then before. His once beloved laptop sat idly on his desk and his expensive coat a foot away from the coat rack.
Seto went straight from his office to his room and locked the door, refusing to talk to anyone.
A pale woman in a flowing white dress stood in a flowery field. Her sunhat flew off and a young gentleman caught it in the wind. She smiled sweetly at him and began toward him.
He, with the same flowing movement, ran toward her.
And then she fell. A deep crevice opened up between them. She went plummeting down the hole and slowly into the earth.
The man jumped quickly after her but she was falling, screaming, her dress flew up all about her.
Suddenly, from all around, she was bombarded by sharp stones and rocks. The objects cut at her and bruised her from all around and she was helpless to do anything of it. The man, no matter how he tried, couldn't reach her and was desperately clawing away at the darkness trying to get closer.
The woman was crying. She was saying something to the man, but the wind whistled so loudly that he couldn't quite hear. She was just out of his reach.
Darkness drew near underneath them, and the man felt as if he was slowing down and the woman was speeding up.
"Shizuka!" the man shouted as the woman fell faster than he, slowly fading away into the dark. He was left floating helplessly, engulfed in nothingness-- horrible nothingness.
"Seto!" The wind seemed to have cleared from his ears and the woman's voice resounded in his head, "Seto! Please help me! Seto!" he stood and looked around himself frantically in the dark, but couldn't find the source of the voice.
"Seto! Seto! Seto!" The voice began to echo and bounce and warble until it was so garbled that he couldn't tel what it was saying until a completely new voice was shouting from above him.
"This is all your fault!" the voice shouted. A circle of light lit up before him and there, quite still, was the woman. The laid crumpled on her back with her eyes shock wide and her mouth open.
"This is your fault! This is all your fault!" the lights went out.
Seto shot up from his bed shouting. With wide eyes, he looked about, recognizing his room, and panted. The billionaire was covered in sweat and his heart pounded in his throat. He felt absolutely sick and quite unsettled.
It really was all his fault. The image of a still Shizuka flashed back into his mind and he felt like vomiting.
"I love her... I love her..." he muttered miserably to himself. The image of the girl was seared deep in his heart...
But it would be best for her to forget about him... to get on with her life. He would suffocate his love and wouldn't let her love him for her own sake.
Well, I'm sorry... it seemed a bit slow while I was writing it... I cut out quite a few drab parts, though... so I hope you like it! Please let me know (But again, please be kind... really, I swear this chapter was needed!)
I'm still not... quite... sure how I'm going to end it... but again, I have a few ideas. Not quite sure where it will end though (as in the place) so... if you have any good suggestions, please let me know! :)
I love boys, I hate boys... it's all a constant cycle! XD Anyhoo, don't worry, no sad ending in sight!
Thank you so much for your support,
Mysteria Pearl