Chapter 1: Whatever Happened to "The last man on Earth"?
I woke up to a warm, yet pleasurable sensation on my ear that made me giggle not to mention excited me.
"Crazy kitty, what ya doing here?" I said to my cat. I don't need an alarm clock; my cat always wakes me up at 8 am.
"Mew." She began purring and rubbing her head on my face.
"You wanna go out?" I asked her on the childish tone I always talk to her on.
I reached out to the post of my bed for my bathrobe, even though I sleep alone it became a habit to put on whenever I got out of bed. I sleep naked; if it were up to me, I would never wear clothes they are such a bother. But then again, as the one and only heir of Industrial Illusions, I have to. My uncle Pegasus is such a dick! Having a castle built in the middle of the ocean, with state of the art security and he has security cameras all over, safe he doesn't have one in my room. He has bodyguards all over and at least 50 servants who I have seen at least once. While he throws his parties, I stay in my room hacking into computer systems butt naked with a can of diet Coke. That's life!
No! He expects me to be like Seto Kaiba so that my life will revolve around how to make more money for the fucking company. Screw that! I'll worry about that when my time to take over the company comes; otherwise all I care about are shopping sprigs and guys.
Anyway, I got up and made my way to the door; my cat following me of course. I noticed that my breast was sort of hanging out the wear so I tighten the robe. I opened the door just enough to let the cat out but I found two blinking eyes.
"Oh, Dear! You are up already!" said the irritating voice. "My, my, looks like I come right on time, don't I?"
"What do you want Uncle?" I asked Pegasus with a "make it quick, I have a life you know" tone.
"Now Kirei, let's not get anxious. You have to learn and control your emotions."
'Emotions? Yeah alright! Just make it quick so I can get on with my life' was my thought.
"Look what arrived not long ago? I bet you'll find it rather exciting and a thrilling experience." He handed me a golden envelope. I opened it and found an invitation.
"The annual conference for company owners?" I asked recalling it was that time of the year. "Where is it this time?" I asked rolling my eyes.
"My, my, child, show some enthusiasm. We are going to Paris! I am sure you are dying to meet those French guys, who according to you women, are the best kissers in the world, not to mention the shopping sprigs you all love." He said to me acting as a woman.
'Can he be more annoying?'
Great! Another one of those stupid business meetings that I greatly hate; I don't know why my uncle even bothers. Jeez, is like. Give me a break! There is nothing interesting in those conferences, everyone is there to brag about their empires, and how good their companies are doing. Aristocrats from all around the world meeting on one of the fanciest hotels in France for three days, there is no one there who is interesting enough to have a conversation with and don't end up talking about business or given the expression to sleep with them. However, I have to go because I am the heir of Industrial Illusions and I have to know the competitors and allies. I am only 16 and there isn't a day in my life when my uncle asks me to hook up with some guy to make the company more allies, yes great way to make allies; just have your niece and heir to a multibillionaire company whore around.
"We'll be leaving in three days darling." Pegasus said with one of his irritating smiles. "Better pack up your best clothes you never know what would happen or who you'll meet. Better! I'll make an appointment with the best Fashion designer in France and have you wear the best!" He made his way out of the room laughing making me want to jump out the window.
I made my way back to my bed, hung again my robe, and laid naked on my king size bed. The curtains motioned slowly as the wind blew. I curled myself onto my bed covers and fell sleep thinking on what to do in France. Well I knew what to do, stay away from my uncle and his plan of whoring me. I just didn't know how to do it. My black silk cover felt so comfortable, that I whished to stay there for the rest of my life, no worries, not having to worry about that one day I would have to be run this company and my life will revolve around it just like Seto Kaiba's. Maybe Pegasus was right, maybe I should marry someone who will take care of the company so I can relax and have a utopian life.
I woke up around 5 pm that day of a knock on the door. I rubbed my eyes to make my vision accurate. I felt hungry; well I had not eaten anything since yesterday! And my stomach was making all kinds of funny noises.
"Who is it?" I asked dozed out.
"Ms. Pegasus. You haven't got out of your room today, not to mention eaten today. Is everything alright?" asked a sweet yet preoccupied voice from outside.
"I am fine Mrs. Hawkins. I just dozed out." I said yawning.
"I brought you some food. Would you eat it?"
"Come in." I said sitting straight, but when the door opened. Shit! I forgot I was naked so I quickly curled myself up again on the covers.
"I see you still keep that habit Mistress." Mrs. Hawkins said closing the door. "You are a lady now, you should know better than run around butt naked. You're not a kid anymore."
"Tch! That's bullshit! If it were up to me I'd run around butt naked in the castle. You know that's the reason why I stay here in the room locked up."
"I practically raised you my dear. I know you would. Where do you want me to put this?" she said holding up the crate of food.
"Put it on my vanity. I'll eat it later." I said to her trying to soften my tone. There was no reason be stock up with Mrs. Hawkins, out off all the people in the castle she is the only one who I would keep.
"You don't look so good. Are you feeling alright?" she said making her way to my bed.
"My uncle told me we are going to France in three days for that stupid annual conference." I said to her on a bitchy tone.
"So he gave you another implication, didn't he?" she asked taking my head up to her bosom, the same gesture that she used on my ever since I was a child. The closest thing I have to a mother, so I learned to listen to her advice.
"I can't hate him more! Why can't he just let me be myself? Ever since he lost in Duelist Kingdom and lost all hopes of bringing Aunt Cecelia back, he has turn into a total butt hole." I told her, I wasn't going to hide my feelings from her.
"It's been tough for him. You and the company are the only things he has. But that's no reason to tell you that." Her motherly tone made me feel loved. "Don't listen to him honey, you will meet someone a special someone that will make you feel like you are in heaven. Just wait and don't give in to your uncle's persuasiveness. That is; if that is the way you feel everyone has to do what they have to in order to feel right about themselves." She lifted my face and kissed my temple.
"Thank you… Nanny" I said to her giving her a warm hug.
"Nanny? I haven't heard that on a long time!" she said to me smiling.
"Can I ask you a favor?" I said to her.
"So that's what it was. What do you want?" She replied wearing a cheery smile.
"Can you make me a dress for the conference?" I asked holding on to the silk covers.
"Just bring me the sketches tomorrow and we'll work on it. We don't have that much time!"
"Thanks!" I said returning her the cheery smile, but my stomach began making funny noises again.
"Oh, dear! You better have some food!" she said to me worried.
"I guess you're right!" I said smiling to her.
"I'll come later to pick up the crate. Enjoy yourself!" She said winking at me as she made her way out.
"I'll take it down and bring the sketches to get started on the basic stuff for the dress." I said to her as she opened the door.
"Ok. I'll see you later." She closed the door, but I waited until I heard no footsteps to get off my bed and grab my food. I began eating and when I was done, I started to draw the dress I dreamed of while I took my 10-hour nap.
The day arrived and I was ready with two bags of clothes. So yeah, I have a hard time on deciding what to wear. I was rather anxious to wear the dress Mrs. Hawkins and I made, we stayed up the last two nights finishing it, and I rather say it isn't bad at all. I would personally be willing to pay a significant amount of money for it if it wasn't my creation.
"Are you ready?" My uncle asked stepping out of the dark hallway.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I said sarcastically, although I know he didn't get it.
"Great then! Did I tell you Mr. Renée Ursvanave and his son Pierre from another gaming company are going to be present? Very interesting lad Pierre is. You might want to have a little chat with him." He said to me.
We haven't even got out of the castle and he is already telling me who I should sleep with!
"Sure" I said to him rolling me eyes, carelessly looking at my nails.
"Shall we then?" he said.
"Uh huh" I said taking my purse.
"Croke! We are ready. Can you please take Kirei's luggage?" He said snapping his fingers as though calling his obedient dog. And in deed, he wasn't done when Croke showed up.
"Yes, Master." He said bowing.
We boarded the plane but it wasn't that long before I was asleep due to the lack of sleep from the last two days.
When we arrived Paris, it was dark. We got off the plane and went directly to the hotel. I never bothered to asked what was the name of the hotel; I just knew I was in the 14th floor, on room 1403.
The limo ride was ok; except for that fact that my uncle had drunk a little too much during the flight and now was overdoing it with the wine too.
It took us around 15 min to get to the hotel. Pretty darn fancy, all painted into different shades of gold and beige. Well-polished floor in which you can see yourself, that made me complained since I was wearing a skirt. I decided to avoid any misshapes so I went to the receptionist and got the card to get into the room.
I went to the elevator, the quicker I got away from the mirror-like floor the better. I pressed the button for the 14th floor and stayed on front facing the door not bothering to see who was the other person riding with me.
"I see you as friendly as ever. Still, I am glad you don't take on to your uncle." I recognized the voice immediately, so I didn't even bother to turn around.
"Look who is talking, last time you said hi was probably when you met Gozaburo." I said sarcastically. Nothing gets Seto better than a reference to his stepfather.
"Why do you even bother coming? This is a conference for business men and women; not spoiled brats." He said sarcastically. I was rather surprised he didn't threaten me for the insult.
"I see you are here." I said on a cold tone, my eyes set on the light changing as we ascended; but Seto only chuckled. We were only on the 4th floor.
"So who are you hooking up with? I think is really cute how you whore yourself around so your uncle can have good business."
That really got me, I could take the other mocking but not this one.
"Why don't you just get lost? If you want to get laid look for someone else. Besides, the only whoring I do is the one that will make you regret the fact that you wanted to get laid with me." I said somehow proud of that lie, still we were on the 7th floor.
"You know—I believe you, after all I bet you've had so much experience!" he said sarcastically.
"The only way for me to do it with you was if you were the last man on Earth."
We were on the 10th floor.
"Will see that later on," he said sarcastically.
"Funny; I thought you would never do it with a relative of Pegasus." I asked coldly. We arrived 14th floor and I waited for the door to open.
"Thing is, I would do it just to then make him look like a total loser!" He said another smirk.
The elevator's door opened I got out with no clue to where my room was. Seto got passed me and went right, so I decided to go left and luckily that is where my room was. Right in the corner and end of the hall.
I slip the card to open the room. It was a bit smaller than mine was and like the reception it was all decorated on gold and beige tones. The bed was a king size, not bad I thought, adored with cotton bedcovers and feather pillows on different beige tones. The curtains were velvet auburn and they led to a balcony where I could see the entire city. Millions of lights of different colors sparkled like tiny stars in the night sky, and the full moon shone upon the twinkling sky making it look like a movie setting. I had never seen such view, I am used to look out my window and see the stars and the moon's reflection on the sea hearing the ocean's waves break as they hit the riffs and smell the salty breeze. Instead, I heard car horns and breathed polluted air.
I had two more days. The inauguration was at 9 pm. That gave me enough time to get some rest or at least take a bath while I waited for my luggage.
I went into the bathroom; I was probably as big as the room. Implacable glittering white polished floors, sink, bathtub and toilet; with mirrors to see yourself from every angle. There were two white couches, and a cabinet filled with white bathrobes and towels. Why would someone want to have such a luxurious bathroom? I think it was better preserved than the bedroom.
I heard the butler knock on the door with my two bags. I opened the door and told him to put them in the bed. I look at the watch and saw that it was 8 pm. Well so much for the idea of relaxing. I opened the bags and got out one of my dresses. A pink body fitted strapless long dress, I went and took a quick shower and began to dress. I did my usual make-up, dark eyes and pale cheeks with a hint of pink on my lips. As for my hair I decided to leave it like that, I didn't even comb it, it looked like the messy, yet curly elegant hair stars usually worn down the Hollywood red carpet.
I slip into the dress and pushed it up enough not to let anything come out. I left my neck bare, and put on big gold and diamond hoops, as for my bracelets I put two gold ones on my left hand, something classy enough to satisfy my uncle's "good impression" thought.
When I got down to the room I found myself lost on a sea of businessmen talking about how good are business doing. I saw some familiar faces and I knew I had to stay away from them. Those stupid perverts, who last year snuck on my room to see me naked. I made my way to the refreshment table and poured myself some punch.
I heard my uncles irritating laugh and I knew I was about the time he was going to introduce me to that Ursvanave kid, he told me about this morning. In matter of seconds, he was making his way towards me, accompanied with a short and fat fourtier guy and I rather tall dirty blonde young man, who I assumed was Pierre.
"Here you are my dear!" my uncle exclaimed with a glass of red wine on his hand.
"These are Renée and Pierre Ursvanave." Pierre as the usual revere kissed my hand.
"Mr. Renee and Mr. Pierre; this is my niece, Kirei" as for I showed a little bow to them when they were introduced.
"Now, Mr. Renee, let's finish our talk on that deal. Kirei; I'm sure you and Pierre have a lot in common, we'll be on the bar." My uncle said as he took of with the French drunk.
"So—are you enjoying yourself?" Pierre asked starting a conversation.
"Oh yeah! Lots of fun" I said sarcastically, then took a sip of punch.
"Yes, I hate them too. I'd rather be painting now."
"You were forced to come too?" I asked somewhat interested on the conversation.
"The heir of a company; you know. I have to know the competition." He said sarcastically folding his arms.
"Have your father and my uncle been talking lately?" I asked.
"Did you get the same speech?"
"Yeap" I said somehow smiling.
"What would you rather be doing?" he asked.
"Me? I'd rather be hacking into some computer system." I was going to include nude but I didn't want to give him a "bad" impression.
"Do you wanna sit?" he asked pointing at the unoccupied table.
"Sure" I said and began walking.
"So you're a computer nerd?" he asked teasing as he pulled a chair for me to sit.
"I guess you can call it that."'
We got lost into a boring yet interesting conversation that went from hobbies to soul mates. Here and there he and I through harmless insults to our distinct philosophies never taking offence for the fact that we were both right. The conversation stopped when I realized it was almost 1 am. There wasn't much to say but a good bye and good night. I tried to knock some sense into the kid by telling him that he should get some rest because tomorrow was going to be a busy they for them—I never told him that I was going on a shopping sprig. There was no way I was staying for those stupid meetings on how stocks are raising and whatsoever, where the aristocrats try to bribe each other to buy stocks. The only way I would stay is if the room was going to be filled with hot guys and not old hags and perverts my age. Sure, there are a couple of girls I could stick with but they are too worried thinking about which heir they are going to marry. Bullshit in other words—so he should have some rest.
I felt somewhat sorry for the guy, always doing what his father tells him to do, kind of like my life except I do my stuff behind my uncle's back. If Pierre weren't so gullible maybe I'd rethink what my uncle told me I should do with him, after all he was rather handsome. Those deep emerald eyes of his, and his long straight hair made him look like a movie star, his accent was kind of cute and his deep voice sank into my ears like if it were the one of an angel. But he is too boring, he has everything planned, what university to go to, how much he is going to pay his employees once he is in charge of the company. He already planned what his children are going to be called! So, ok maybe the conversation got a little boring when we hit this point but somehow the way he said it didn't bored me as it does when I think back to it.
I went to the elevator and met Mr. Sunshine who unfortunately was going to his room. He met me with a grin followed with an insult.
"You should know better than to wear strapless dresses." He said pointing at the portion of my breast showing. He pressed the number 14 and then the close button.
"I thought you might like it." I said to him, squishing my breast to it would pop out.
"I see your next target is Mr. Ursvanave's son. You know you shouldn't be as obvious." He said leaning on the wall.
"Are you jealous? Do you wanna be my next target Seto Kaiba?" I said leaning on the opposite side of the elevator to be face to face.
"I guess you drunk a little too much." He said. I wouldn't blame him for thinking that, after all, my uncle is a drunk.
"I bet if I did, your dick would take over your brain." I said pointing his pants.
I wondered whether he has only those tight leather pants and long coats on his wardrobe. I have only seen him wearing those kind of clothes. Maybe they are too expensive to make and he is too cheap to pay and have better clothes made. But then again this is Seto Kaiba he only uses the best. Maybe he is like one of those cartoon characters where they have millions of the same outfit.
He took offence on that so he made his way to me with a sort of seductive look.
"I bet you would like me to do that, because I know you want me," his hands where on my face, he lifted my face enough to meet his.
"Maybe I would"
I felt my face get hot.
He looked down to my breasts and smirked at me.
The elevator stopped fortunately for me, somehow that lit up a spark on me. He led go of me and as if synchronized the door opened.
I was frozen stiff against the wall. Wow! What was that? After a couple of seconds, I came back to Earth and made my way to my room. I felt as if I was high. As I made my way, I felt my legs wobble.
I entered my room and stripped myself off the dress. At last, I felt comfortable with no dress to push up my breast. I laid down on my bed and fell a sleep fast, scared of what I had just experience. I was as though in those seconds all of those lost feelings had come back, feelings that I hid from myself because I was ashamed of them.
I woke up next morning curled up on the fuzzy bedcovers though they are not as comfortable as were my black silk covers. I went and took a deserved long shower, in the back of my head the memories of last night. But that soon got lost because I was going on a shopping sprig on Paris!
I put on a white spaghetti strapped top, a navy blue velvet skirt with a beige belt and beige boots. I put on a black bra to make the contrast in the outfit, also used the same make up from last night, and same accessories. I grabbed my purse with my credit card and off I went.
I hit some of the most expensive boutiques on town. I felt like a little kid in Christmas. I loaded on bracelets, tops, and all the pretty yet stupid little things. I went to a café where I checked out some French cuties. Around 3 pm, I decided to get back to the hotel. I chose to walk, after all what other way can I check out more of those French cuties.
I got to the hotel around 4 pm, and was met by no other than Seto Kaiba. Which meant the meeting was over, and the Ball to end the conference would be at 7 pm. How can they even call a conference if you get there on Friday, —me and my uncle got there Saturday because he had a board meeting—on Saturday all you do is hang around and get drunk with other company owners ,and Sunday you have a stock meeting for 8 hours and a Ball. Well I guess that is their point of view.
Seto looked at me viciously.
"The whore had arrived!" he exclaimed.
"Did you miss me?" I said walking towards him.
"You know, I think for once being a slacker pays off."
"You got bored huh?" I said to him. He and I walked to the elevator. I wonder if that damn elevator was ever used by anyone but us.
He grinned and pressed the buttons to get to 14.
"I'd rather go Christmas shopping with you." He said sarcastically.
"Ouch!" I said putting my hand on my chest as though I were wounded. "You know, maybe if you take your big head off that company of yours maybe you will find a hobby or something."
"I don't depend on others to do my work." He groaned.
"When was the last time you actually had fun, or played a game?" I asked him pointing my finger at him as though I were his mother.
"I have a company to run, I don't have time to play with Barbie dolls and dress up."
"Neither do I!—I just hope Mokuba doesn't become you." I said crossing my arms.
"One of these days, you are going to see what I mean. When you take over Industrial Illusions." He said.
"That will be when the time comes. Right now all I care about is having fun and hacking into your computer system to see what you are planning." I said. Oops! Did I just tell him that?
"So, is not like it helps you that much." He said sarcastically.
The elevator stopped on the 14th floor, the door opened and we got out.
"Do me a favor and wear something better today. If you want to catch a guy, you should do better." He said mockingly.
"Don't worry, that one's covered." I said to him, recalling the dress I was going to be wearing. I was sure to turn more than a few heads.
I put on the dress around 6:30; I was ready for him. I felt so comfortable on the dress. I cut up my silk covers to make it but it was worth it. Just like the one I wore the day before, it was adjusted to praise my slim figure. The dress cascaded softly giving it a designer's touch. Part of my chest was revealed, it went down on a V-cut, down enough not to let anything fall out, still it revealed enough. It was tied in the back and left my back bare up to the end of the spine. I left my hair straight and put on one of the necklaces I bought. It was a rather long black string that hung up to the middle of my "exposed" breasts, with a dark opal stone. I didn't bother to put bracelets, earrings or rings I looked good enough as I did.
Once I got to the Ball, all eyes sure did fall on my. I could tell people were talking both, good and bad things about me, but I could careless there was no way I wasn't going to wear my favorite bed covers for this Ball.
"You look astonishing!" said someone behind me.
I could tell it was Pierre by his accent. I turned around to face him and thank him for the compliment.
"Thank you." I said wearing a ha! I caught ya! smile.
"Do you wanna have a drink?"
"Sure."
He took me to a table where I sat while he got me a drink. I heard someone approaching me from behind.
"So you did follow my advice!"
"Seto, I don't need fashion advice from anyone." I got up and turned to see him. And what a surprise, he was wearing a tux! I smiled at him to how ridiculous he looked and mocked him.
"But you do need advice!" I said trying to contain my giggling.
"I see you always have to let your breast out of whatever it is you are wearing." He said once more, pointing at my breast.
"I hate clothes. If it were up to me I'd run around naked." I said somewhat proud of it.
"I have noticed that."
"Have you two met before?" asked Pierre behind us holding two glasses of Champaign.
"Yes." I said in between my giggling. I still could believe Seto was wearing a tuxedo, and be one with the rest of suits in the room.
"Here is you drink Kirei." He said wearing a cheery smile while handing me the drink. "My father wants me to meet other executives. I'll see you later ok." He said to me and then left.
Great! I was being dumped for some old hangs!
"Looks like your plans for the evening are canceled!" Seto said sarcastically.
"What makes you think he was my plan?" I said to him after talking a sip of Champaign.
"Don't try to cover it up." He said leaning close to me.
"Look!" I said pointing at the preps heading to us. "Your fans are coming. I am sure now you can't help but to get laid! I'll just get out of your way." He turned around and I escaped form him. "Have fun!" I said trying to imitate my uncle's tone.
'Jeez, that was too close'
I thought as I went to the refreshment table. Last thing I wanted was ending up sleeping with Seto.
"I saw that young lady!" Pegasus cried behind me. "Why didn't you go after Pierre?"
"He had other plans with his father." I groaned.
"So? You could have gone with him!"
"Why don't you sleep with him? If you want to get a deal with his father do it! But don't whore me around!" I shouted back, finally able to tell him.
"How dare you say that? I take care of you. The least you can do is help with something you are good at!"
I felt my heart stopped beating, he thought I was just a whore!
"Don't you dare you and do anything with Seto Kaiba, is bad enough you two talk! What a shame for Industrial Illusions it would be. You and my Enemy!"
"You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!" I shouted and stomped my way out the room.
How dare he tell me that? Now I knew he was just pretending that he even cared about me! That fucking bastard! There was no way I was now sleeping with Pierre.
I took a walk around and had some air as I tried to calm down. After a while, I calmed down and went back inside. I sat at a table alone, drinking another glass of Champaign. The minutes became hours and I was bored to death with don't you dare do anything with Seto Kaiba echoing on my head.
"You look extremely joyous." Said Seto sitting next to me.
"Ha! Don't make me laugh! Where is your fan club?" I asked Seto never daring to look at him.
"Those fucking sluts?" he asked coldly. "They threw themselves over a British kid."
"Looks like your plans are now ruined." I said smiling faintly.
"Not at all, there is still one more person." He took a sip from my glass.
"What makes you think I'll give in to you?" I said to him now looking into his eyes.
"You're bored, and so am I. And you know you want it." He took my face into his hand. "I know you do."
"There is nothing fun in having sex with you." I said sarcastically.
"How about we make it fun?" He said smiling wickedly.
I raised my eyebrow as a sign of interest.
"What do you propose?"
"We'll play a game."
"What kind of game?"
"It's simple, whoever has on orgasm first wins, and then we can have sex."
"That sounds fun," I said to him smirking. I had no clue what he was talking about, all I knew was that it was going to be better than sitting here and it would go against my uncle, and besides I agreed to it by saying it sounded fun.
"I'll give you the key to my room, and I'll meet you there." He let go of my face. I browsed through my purse for the card.
I took it and slipped it on his pocket.
"I'll see you later." I said to him as I walked out.