Her long legs glided down the hallway, not even a shadow extending itself behind her as the sun's weakening rays poured in through the windows. Her feet swam in the fragile air that lay spread just above the ground, her presence but a mere draft.
The school day had long since ended but the pair of teens remained in the school's main office, hours transpired in tense agony amongst the group of friends huddled at the door and peering through the window, their hushed whispers only heard amongst themselves.
She seeped into the group and reached the small window that portrayed the two teens sitting before a desk, Kaiba's face twisted in disgust, in vile anger, contrary to the other teen who's calm simplicity showed in him merely nodding away the words of the principal.
After a series of long minutes, the door creaked open and released the blond teen to the awaiting group that huddled outside. Kaiba merely stepped around them without acknowledging a soul, his brisk steps leading him further and further away in silence.
The teens shared a look of concern at his cold display before dissipating their attention.
Skyelaar stepped back, knowing they wouldn't be able to see her unless she chose to seep into their consciousness and evoke her image into their pupils. Close enough encounters had already ensued with Kaiba, but her plan wasn't yet ready to be placed into action, not yet.
She carried her body behind Kaiba, tracing his confident strides, ones that slowed down once he was out of view.
The teen ran his slim fingers through disheveled hair and furrowed his brow. His uniform shirt had buttons ripped out exposing his white muscle shirt underneath and his face bore one sole bruise on his cheek.
He retrieved his things in silence once he reached his locker, unaware of her presence. She expected him to be muttering insults under his breath or seething with anger, but instead his expression remained neutral, rendered and tired, as if all the anger he held before had drained with the encounter.
A quiet click brought the locker to a close as he begun to making his way towards the exit, the sun's rays already too dim to see clearly.
His slow steps stopped at the front door, tired eyes scanning the road for his awaited limousine. Her green eyes followed his, predicting the spectacle that would proceed when she saw the road was empty.
Quite the opposite of her prediction, the CEO momentarily shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand slid into his pocket, pulled out a cell phone and speed dialed someone.
His gaze scanned the road as he spoke short, concise commands, his voice never faltering.
Skyelaar felt a tingle of surprise at the teen's antics, she had never in her many years of knowing him heard him talk like that to his employees, especially when it concerned a wrong doing.
He groaned lightly and took a seat on a nearby bench, heaving out a sigh, his gaze never leaving the floor.
Minutes passed without a single sound.
Kaiba seemed patient, fidgeting with his watch when his eyes got tired of staring at the floor. Skyelaar stood on the other side of the entrance, mesmerized with the simplicity of the teen when he thought himself to be alone.
A burst of cold air broke them out of their silent trance, forcing their gazes to the front door. A messy mass of coal black hair ran inside and threw itself on Kaiba's lap, giggling all the way.
Kaiba took the child into his arms, a small smile scribbled on his lips.
"I heard about what happened Seto." Mokuba finally said after much fussing around, his low voice expressing concern.
Kaiba's formerly happy expression turned serious.
"Who told you?" He questioned with a stern tone.
Mokuba looked up and smiled, "Who else? Joey called to ask if you were home yet and bragged about how he knocked you out!" He said with excitement, swinging his two small fists in the air.
Kaiba rolled his eyes, "Don't believe everything that mutt says." He said in a low voice already stepping out into the night.
Skyelaar followed, watching Mokuba trot after Kaiba as he continued spewing out a thread of words, the joy in every one of them customary to a child. They stepped into an open door together, the chofer holding the door open ignored by Kaiba.
The eldest of the brothers didn't seem to be paying attention to the younger's words, his mind lost in other confines. He simply nodded or hummed his responses, though Mokuba never noticed, or didn't care.
Skyelaar observed Kaiba's distant antics and felt pity slowly creep into her senses. She remembered seeing the same expression in Kaiba's eyes when she spoke, when she expressed herself to him, his mind always lost, always wandering. Until it simply wandered away.
Away from her.
She knew that to please the Gods and be granted a second chance all she needed was to get a kiss from him, a sign of true love to prove that her unresolved issues on Earth were worth bringing her back.
Keen observation, she had decided, would be the best way to formulate a plan that could evoke the frozen love she knew he still held for her, somewhere deep within.
The car slowed to a halt as the siblings stepped out and into the elegant estate that stood peacefully secluded from the busy city on the other side of the hills. A thin river snaked its way around the large home until it disappeared behind a cluster of trees and a round fountain stood silent, guarding the front entrance.
Mobuka raced into the house as Kaiba simply strode in, one hand clutching his silver suitcase, the other rubbing at his temple.
Swiftly she followed close behind, never losing sight of Kaiba.
His steps took them across a broad living room and down a narrow hallway, twisting and turning like the river outside until they arrived at a door, her thin fingers tracing the furniture they passed in the teens descent towards his bedroom, stopping at last when she saw him step silently into the bathroom.
His bedroom felt empty, inhabited almost. The few belongings that signaled a person's presence were tucked away or neatly placed in rows upon shelves, the floor and walls painted in simple colors that exposed exquisite taste, although manufactured, not personal. A cold breeze swept in through a pair of open windows, its force billowing crisp white curtains in a sort of nightly dance while a single lamp spread its dimmed glow upon a charcoal colored nightstand.
Her eyes absorbed her every surrounding, absorbed the essence of Kaiba's most intimate cove. As he slid deeper and deeper into her mind, she spiraled deeper into an abyss of him, of his being, of his soul, the one she new remained buried behind the ice.
"May I help you?" Came a barking voice from behind her, thrusting itself into her thoughts and shattering the breath bounding spell.
She whirled around to be meet with his stern glance boring holes into hers, his lips tightened into a grim frown.
"I said, may I help you?" He insisted with a raising tone of voice.
He seemed to take her in, a mixture of emotions splashing onto his face like blood on a knife after a reaping, a reaping of realization, of confusion.
"No." He whispered. "No."