Kaiba slowly and painfully lifted his eyelids. His vision blurred for the few first seconds before adjusting to the wrecked waiting room.
The windows had been fully shattered, leaving a thin layer of glass all over the floor. The desk lied, overturned, in a corner along with most of the room's furniture, which had been tattered and torn beyond repair. The cold winter winds broke into the room, adding to the already present chill.
Kaiba made an attempt to move his body, silently wincing at the sharp pain in his left shoulder. His mind still buzzed from whatever impact had knocked him out and the wretched scream still rang in his ears.
A small noise emerged from somewhere behind him and Kaiba slowly turned to see Silver propped up against the wall, groaning in pain. She looked even paler than usual with a sickly yellow hue to her skin, dark crimson blood rapidly oozing out of her knee.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a hoarse voice. He was aware of just how idiotic the question sounded, though it felt like it needed to be asked nonetheless.
She looked up to meet his gaze and Kaiba could almost feel the fear in her eyes. Her bright silver orbs were glazed over in a way Kaiba had never seen them before, faded pink lips trembled madly, although wether from fear or from the cold he didn't know.
He could hear her whimpering and sniffling and almost felt as is it were his fault she was suffering, after all Skyelaar was a part of his past, not hers. Still, if anything they needed to be strong at a time like this, and sitting around crying certainly wasn't going to be of any help.
"Stop moping around and get up." He commanded, his tone harsher than he had intended.
Her eyes shot up in disbelief, her lips contortioning, trying to find the words lost in her mind.
"You are unbelievable. " She finally said, her voice wavering to the rhythm of her tears. The fear in her eyes was overtaking by something else, something passionate that radiated fury, yet she simply shook her head as if she too were aware of how futile it would be to argue at a time like this.
Kaiba let out something between a sigh and a groan while he began stepping past debris towards Silver's figure, Mokuba not once crossing his mind.
"I don't need your help." Silver pouted, her childish ways becoming almost customary. He extended his hand out nonetheless, kicking small pieces of glass away from her body, ignoring the considerable amount of exposed skin under her school skirt.
Contrary to her prior comment, Silver reached up and took Kaiba's hand, goosebumps emerging at the warmth of his skin. He gently pulled her up from the corner using his other hand to steady her body by the waist, resisting the prominent curve of it.
She sniffled and sighed while taking in their surroundings, everything overturned in only a fragment of a second. It seemed that Skyelaar had disappeared as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving nothing but a revolting mess behind.
A sudden thought popped into Silver's mind, a thought she forever regretted addressing to Kaiba.
"Where's Mokuba?"
Kaiba's eyes widened like she never knew they could, fear splattered into them. His long legs reacted much quicker than expected, already running towards his office with a desperate passion.
"Wait!" Silver shouted, her mind already creating images of what Kaiba would find once he opened the door, her stomach churning at the thought of being right.
He ignored her cry and crashed into the office door, tugging at the doorknob only to find it had been locked from the inside. Logic seemed to be forgotten as he kept struggling with the door, his groans only underlining his desperation.
Silver stood back watching as the coldest man she had ever meet managed to break down in only seconds, his love for Mokuba more than prominent. Was it wrong that somewhere deep in her heart she wanted if only a fragment of that feeling directed towards her?
The loudest groan yet struck her out of her thoughts when she turned her attention to Kaiba. He was panting now, a small amount of sweat streaming down his brow.
"Look, maybe if you just-" Silver began, cut off by a fierce yell from Kaiba as he kicked the door dead in the center, cracking it open. She watched his figure squirm into the large hole and disappear into the office, leaving her alone in the wrecked waiting room.
She sighed and stood anxisouly, straining to hear any kind of sound that could emerge from the office, a cold winter shiver creeping in through the shattered windows.
Minutes seemed to stretch into hours without a single sound coming from the other room and Silver began to worry, besides who knew where Skyelaar would be hiding now.
She took the deepest of breaths before shakily making her way across the room, her knee numb enough to make her oblivious to the pain. She stepped past a broken mirror and winced at her reflexion.
Her skin had an unhealthy hue to it an her eyes had pink underlines, she looked frail and weak, overtaken by fear. Her long curls had been messily tangled and it didn't take her long to notice that she was sweating, probably from a fever.
Silver dismissed her personal appearance and continued walking towards the office, carefully peering into the room.
It seemed untouched in comparison to the waiting room, yet Mokuba was no longer sitting in Kaiba's chair. In fact, none of the Kaiba brothers were in sight and Silver decided to step further into the room. Her eyes traveled the large office before they finally landed in a corner where Kaiba was leaning over something, or rather someone.
"Is- is he alright?" She asked stepping closer until she realized just how stupid her question was.
Mokuba lied under Kaiba, a deep gash were his stomach should be. His eyes were shut tightly as if he were still in pain, his small hand tucked deep into Kiaba's larger one.
Silver felt her body began to tremble again as she let her eyes look over Mokuba again and again, Kaiba doing the same.
"It's not his fault..." She heard Kaiba mumble under his breath before his steely blue eyes turned up to look at her.
"That should be you." He whispered, barely audible.
Silver did nothing but stare back, a blank expression on her features.
"You should be the one lying on the floor! You! This is all your fault!" He screamed, now up to his full height. He reached out and grabbed Silver's wrists like he had done only hours ago, yet it felt like years had transpired.
He violently pulled her towards him until her body crashed into his, ignoring her pained grunt. His senses felt blinded by rage, passionate fiery rage that he decided would be let out on Silver. Yet he couldn't.
The stream of hate full insults sat at the back of his tounge, waiting to be let out, yet, he couldn't. Her large moon like eyes appeared to quiver in fear, her lips doing the same, she was close enough for him to simply reach out and slam her against the wall, make her pay for what Mokuba was going through right now, if he was indeed still alive.
He could feel her chest nudge rapidly against his at her wild breathing, but he simply couldn't hurt her. He so desperately wanted to tell her he hated her, to tell her just how much her mere presence bothered him and the sight of her would make his insides vomit. Instead, instead he ended up doing something he'd have never expected from himself.
He kissed her.
Woop another chapter done!
I'm aware that it's not very long but I personally like it and what comes after it. I'm sorry for the delay but who knew school could be so demanding?...
Anywho I've been pretty inspired lately so I hope that will result in more frequent bouts of writing. Thank you everyone who reviews, you honestly don't know how happy they make me and how anxiously I wait to read them. =]
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Well enough chit chat I should probably get to work on the next chapter, right?
Haha...Should I mention my most recent aquisition? (i.e..a boyfriend... LoL. Two weeks yesterday.!!) =D
Hehe yeah I'm just gonna leave now....Enjoy!
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