An electrifying, pounding kiss.
Like a wild tide crashing into the sharpest of cliffs.
Seto could feel his tension melt into her, he could feel the way his senses were overtaken by something he had never felt before, a hypnotizing, addictive sense of security, of being where he belonged.
He let the desperation flow through his veins and die on their lips, the heavy weight of his grief suddenly dissipating into passion.
He sensed the tinge in his fingers, urging him to snake them around her neck, to pull her closer, to pull her into him. He felt the impulse to bite her lips, to graze her tongue with his, to strip her of her every breath and feed himself with them until he could take no more.
He fought against it though,he confined those urges into the deepest cage in his soul and strained every last cell in his being to pull himself away.
"Thank You." A hoarse whisper slithered into his ear.
Snapping open his eyes to the sight of glowing acid green orbs staring back at him, poison seeping from her gaze, he realized with frozen terror what he had done.
Skyelaar.
She laughed, cackled like thunder during a hurricane, her sickly morbid features twisted in triumph.
"Thank you for giving me back the life you took." She uttered in that horridly dry whisper that seemed to seep into Setos every corner.
He stared back, dazed by the avalanche of feelings rushing through his body.
Fear, confusion, dread, desperation, disgust.
"Where is she?" He asked between the painful cracks in his voice and the evident anxiety in his eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She sneered, not bothering to hide the disgust that took over her features at the mention of Silver.
Seto hesitated, not even knowing why he cared to know what happened to her when earlier that very same day he would have given anything to reverse time and stop her from ever entering his life, although whether he would have done so for his sanity or her safety he was unsure of.
Nevertheless, he convinced himself the desperation of the situation was to blame for his sudden change of heart, he had seen what events like these could do to peoples minds, and after all feelings and emotions were only products of the mind in a tragic state of weakness, similar to the one he felt in now.
Ultimately deeming those thoughts unimportant, he swiftly diverted his attention back to Skyelaar, realizing the changes that had begun to take place on her body.
Her skin no longer seemed to be peeling or cracked and took on a more vivacious, youthful complexion. Her hair also didn't look as limp or dry, now looking almost as if it contained a golden ray of sun in every strand. Emerald green gems took on the gleam they had once encapsulated, full of deadly determination and unstoppable strength.
"Am I as beautiful as you remember?" She purred upon noticing how dead set Setos eyes were on her morphing figure.
He instantly pried them away, disgust invading his being at the very thought of finding that horrid woman beautiful, for no matter how similar she managed to look to her, this monster was not the Skyelaar he once knew, always flamboyant and full of smiles.
As repulsive as her gleeful attitude had once been to him, he'd give his soul to have that Skyelaar back and erase any trace of the demon that now took her place.
A flirty giggle slid from her lips as she took slow, sensual steps toward Seto, interrupting his thoughts. Her eyes playfully defied his, despite the furious fire erupting inside his icicles trying to lure her away. Quite the opposite, she leaned in closer and closer with every step she took until her body heat begun lingering with his, their odors, their auras, becoming one.
Seto had begun to frantically pull away when Skyelaar reached up and spilled just the right words into his ear.
" I can save Mokuba."
The words lingered.
Long and hard like the cool breeze of the midnight spell.
Ringed in his head like a church bell on a warm Sunday afternoon.
Sunk in like the sun behind December rainclouds.
"Just come back to me, leave the world behind, take on a new one by my side." She continued persuasively, as her peachy lips traced the contour of Setos jaw leaving behind unintentional goosebumps.
"Forget you company, forget your history, forget th-"
"How?" He interrupted, finally breathing something out, controlling his urge to shove her into the wall with all his might and run as far as humanly possible from the entire situation.
He felt her lips smirk against his neck, rejoicing in the control she finally held over him, over the man she knew had ice instead of blood flowing through him.
Knowing she had managed to penetrate the armor.
She gently pulled her body away, meeting his hardened gaze with her sleek one.
"I have powers beyond those you could ever imagine. I may be human again but it wont be for long, a kiss can only do so much you know." She said with a misguided wink.
"Why are you doing all of this?" He demanded in a raspy shout, a voice worn out by desperation and fatigue.
"Isn't it obvious?" She answered almost immediately, as if expecting the question.
"I love you Seto, it's as simple as that. That brat doesn't deserve you and frankly I don't believe any one else on this Earth does either." She begun.
"Let's both face it, you belong to and with me. You never stopped loving me and I never stopped loving you. I forgive you for what happened and now I want to move on and be happy together." She said, dragging that last word as if it had any real meaning to either of them.
Seto twisted his brow into disbelief, even he sensed ridicule in the words being spoken by Skyelaar.
"You know we can't do that in this world, and because I can't permanently join yours, I see it best that you join mine." She finished, with a small grin of pride on her lips, as if her suggestion was the simplest, most obvious solution to their every problem.
Could this really be happening? Could there be a person so damaged, so deeply, profoundly, obscenely insane that believed any of the words coming out of the girls lips?
Her grin seemed to fade into something darker, almost as if she had read the questions running through Setos mind.
"You do still love me right?" She questioned, although it was spoken as more of a promising threat.
Seto was tempted to tell her off, to release his utmost hatred in the form of venomous words that he knew could pierce her egotistic aura, yet one small voice in his mind tied his tongue down against his teeth.
Mokuba.
His unmoving figure still lied in the corner of the room drenched in his blood, the tiniest of breaths barely escaping his lips.
Images of his eternal smile, the permanent gleam of his eyes, the feeling of having his tiny hand in his, all crowded into Setos mind at once, threatening to overflow his being with unrelenting tears.
For every dark speck in Setos life, Mokuba was always there to spread his shine on it, whether it be with his simple memory or a small moment of incessant chatter, his little brother was his motivation, his motor when he felt he could no more, his guiding light.
In the eyes of the world Seto was a heartless robot with his eyes always set on success, but in the eyes of Mokuba he was a hero, a parent, a human being with a thawing heart.
And that thought alone was enough for Seto to know what the right choice was.
As much as he detested the idea of extending Skyelaars human state, he could think of nothing else he dreaded more than to lose Mokuba.
So he took a deep breath, ignoring the stench of putrefactive death that still lingered. He summoned all the courage his heart held deep within, burying his shield of pride, and spoke the one word he knew could save his brother, and though he wouldn't admit it, maybe even Silver.
"Yes."
Wow! It's about time I got back to this! It's been so long but I've had SO much going on in my life lately and I recently reread the story and I just couldn't help getting back to it. So expect ALOT from me from now on :D
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-Diana'