Possessions Chapter Eight

Seto's POV

I had made a decision. Whenever the world went back to normal, I would close off the roof of KaibaCorp. I might even build a different building just so I would never have to be near this spot again. That is how much I hated the spot I had to sit in each and every day. I never got used to the freezing winds or the rain, both of which came nearly every night. There was no way to avoid the weather, so I just had to deal with it the best I could.

Six days. I had been here for all most a week now. There was nothing I could do about it though.

So I stopped speaking. It was a small sign of defiance, but one that I was determined to continue. It had been two days since the last time I spoke to any of them. Krin and Kara didn't seem to mind, they probably just assumed that I was submitting to them.

But it was driving Kisara mad. She had tried several dozen times to get me to talk to me, and each time was unsuccessful. That didn't mean that she would give up. Between each attempt, she would go over to the other two dragons. I could tell that she was talking about me. With each of the gestures and glances in my direction, she got just a bit more frustrated. And the more frustrated she got, the more irritated Krin and Kara grew.

And that was how my past two days had gone. By this point, I was certain that Kara was about to push Kisara off the roof, and Krin had left hours ago to get away from his sister.

"Darling, please speak to me." Kisara said, coming over to kneel beside me. I didn't look in her direction, hoping that would further annoy her.

"Please dear, I need you to say something. Anything."

I continued staring at the distant horizon.

"Why aren't you paying attention to me? Aren't I beautiful?"

That all most had me laughing, but I managed to keep a straight face. If I started laughing, I would lose all my progress.

"Just speak to her!" Kara shouted. "At least that will make her shut up." She added.

Kisara started to pout, leaning in, placing her hands on my shoulders and trying to force me to look at her. "Seto, my love, don't you want me to be happy?" She asked.

I closed my eyes to keep from rolling them at her words. She kidnaps me, holds me prisoner, and expects me to want her to be happy? I didn't care if she died, much less if she was happy. Actually, I really wanted Kara to push her off the roof.

"Your brother, do you want to see him?" Kisara questioned.

I glanced at her, actually making eye contact. She was willing to do that?

"I'll do it for you, I really will. All you have to do is tell me where he is."

I didn't answer her immediately. For all I knew, she was just trying to get me to say something, and then she wouldn't follow through with her end.

But she didn't look like she was lying. The expression in her eyes seemed sincere, as if she really meant all that she had said. As if she really just wanted me to start talking to her once more, and she would do whatever it took to accomplish that.

"We can go together, right now. Would you like that?"

Kara was looking in our direction, clearly interested as to whether or not I would answer. She had an obvious smirk on her lips. I could tell what she was thinking. Was this what I wanted to trade my two days of silence for?

"Alban Avenue." I said, then waited to see Kisara's response.

A huge smile broke out across her face. "Thank you dear! Are you ready to go right now?"

"Answer her with words, would you?" Kara ordered, making it clear that I couldn't fall back into silence.

"Yes. I'm ready."

"Wonderful! Give me a second to change, then climb on!"

I brought a hand up to cover my eyes so the light wouldn't burn them. I got to my feet the moment she was a dragon. But before I climbed on her back, Kara stepped in front of me.

"Don't try anything stupid. Kisara may seem harmless, but she will do whatever it takes to keep you with her."

I stepped around her and climbed on Kisara's back. "I just want to see my brother."

Kisara took off then. I held on tightly, noting that her flight wasn't nearly as smooth as Krin.

However, flying to Alban Avenue was much faster than Krin and I walking. Within minutes, we were standing on the street. I steadied myself before trying to walk, still dizzy from Kisara's rough movements. A few seconds later, I felt a hand slip into mine.

"Which one is yours?" She asked.

I looked down at my hand that she was currently holding. I really wanted to shake it off, but since she had brought me here, I didn't want to push my luck.

"It is down this way." I answered, and began to walk in the right direction.

Kisara glanced around. "I flew over this road so many times. I cannot believe you were here all along."

"How long were you looking for me?" I asked, hoping to finally get an answer about how beasts found people.

"Ever since we came here. We knew that you were close, but we didn't know exactly where to look."

"How did you know I was in this area?" I continued, trying to see if there was anything at all she could tell me.

Kisara shrugged. "We just knew."

I stopped walking when we got to the house. I tested to see if the door was locked and was incredibly surprised to find that it wasn't. The door opened easily.

My keys were still on the table where I had left them. A part of my mind wanted to knock the table over as an act of anger. What had happened that morning still plagued my thoughts, and continued to annoy me even now. I considered taking the keys, but I doubted that I would be coming back, so they stayed on the table.

I walked straight back into the bedroom, but before I got there, I knew that I wouldn't be finding Mokuba inside. The door was open. And if the bedroom door was open, and the front door unlocked, there was no way Mokuba would be here.

I remembered hearing Mokuba's voice the other day in the slave market. Maybe that really was him. I had all but convinced myself that I hadn't heard anything that day, that all I heard was a figment of my imagination. But if that really was him, I had been just a few feet away. I had been close enough to him that I could have done something. Krin wouldn't have killed me for looking in a door, would he?

"He isn't here?" Kisara asked, peering into the bedroom.

"No, no one is here." I answered.

Kisara dropped my hand to look around the small house. Everything seemed to interest her. She picked up water bottles, shoes, opened all of the doors, including the refrigerator, and flipped through all of my books.

I did some walking around on my own, trying to decide where they had gone. The house still looked just about how I left it.

"Darling, what is this?" Kisara called out.

I glanced over my shoulder to see what she was talking about. But as soon as I saw what it was she was referring to, I immediately went to her.

"It is blood." I stated, staring at the wall where a hole was. I reached up to touch the spot. The blood was dry, so it was clearly from several days ago. But it was the hole that confused me. It was really small, about an inch long, but no more than a millimeter wide.

I looked down to the floor, and discovered what caused the hole. I reached down to pick up the knife, which Kisara immediately took from my hand.

"Why is there a knife hole in your wall covered in blood?" She asked, placing the knife in the opening to see if it fit. It slid in perfectly.

"I don't know. It wasn't there last time I was here."

"Well, that's weird!" Kisara said, suddenly forgetting the hole in the wall and continuing her examination of the house.

I left the knife sticking out of the wall. The thought of what happened there scared me. What if it was Mokuba's blood?

A blinking green light drew my attention to the computer. It was still on, so I walked over to it. I pressed a random key to bring it out of standby. The monitor came to life, and that was when I realized that I had never signed off. I had several messages from Wheeler and Tea, but the one that surprised me most was one from Yami.

DuelKing1: Kaiba. You need to get out of the city now. From how the Magician is acting, something is going to happen. Soon.

That was all it read. I exited out of all the other messages, leaving that box open. This was sent yesterday. But from what Krin had been saying, it was two weeks until anything was supposed to happen. Two weeks wasn't really soon, which left me to conclude that there was something else happening. Something that Krin was unaware of, and in turn, the rest of the day monsters were blind to.

I heard Kisara walk up behind me.

"What are you looking at, dear?" She asked, leaning around me to get a better view of the monitor.

"A message I was supposed to get yesterday."

"Who is it from?" She questioned, stepping closer.

"Yami. He and I were-" I paused, trying to think of the right word choice to describe my relationship with the duelist, "aquaintances from before."

"When he says 'the Magician,' what does that mean?"

I then understood her curiousity.

"The Dark Magician is holding Yami hostage."

Kisara frowned. "Is that what you think of us? That we are holding you hostage?" But then she smiled. "You won't feel that way for long! And you have a way to get in contact with the boy chosen by the Dark Magician?"

She phrased that last part as a question, but I could see her thoughts flying around in her mind. So I didn't answer.

"Is there a way you could find out where he is?"

"Maybe. I'd have to ask, and he can only get on the computer rarely." I answered.

Kisara chewed on her bottom lip. "Then I should tell Krin. This is pretty important for us. Do you have to be here for him to contact you? Or can it be any computer? The building we live on, you said you worked there as a computer technician. That means there are computers inside, right?"

"As long as the computer has internet access. The ones inside the building should have it." I responded.

"We should be going back now." Kisara said. she started to walk to the door, but I stopped her.

"Can it wait ten minutes?"

She looked confused. "Why? There is nothing here."

"I haven't had a shower in nearly a week. It won't take long."

And I was right. Ten minutes later, I was clean, standing in the bathroom pulling a shirt over my head. A good portion of my time in the bathroom was simply standing underneath the water. It felt great to finally be clean, and to be wearing clean clothing. Even though I was thrilled to finally be clean, the shower wasn't my only reason for asking to stay later. I wanted to get a change of clothing, much warmer ones.

"All most finished, Darling?" Kisara called. It had taken quite a bit of persausion to make her stay in the living room. She sounded very disappointed that I wouldn't let her come in to bathroom with me.

"I'm coming out right now." I called back.

I took one last look in the mirror before I left. Leaving while my hair was still wet was a terrible idea. I was basically forcing myself to get sick.

So when I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes immediately went to the coat rack by the door. One of my hooded sweatshirts was missing, but there was another one there. That would certainly help.

I walked to the door and pulled the hoodie off the rack. I pulled it on, then layered my coat over it. As odd as it might look, I would be warm.

"Your hair looks very wet." Kisara said, coming to stand beside me. Then she added, "Sorry your brother wasn't here, Darling."

"Me too." I answered softly.

We both walked out of the house, and I pulled the hood up to cover my head.

The flight back was the same as the flight to the house, only, I had too many thoughts spinning around in my mind. My priority was finding out what happened to Mokuba. I mentally hit myself for not leaving a note in case he stopped by. I could have let him know where I was or that I was okay. I should have done something.

When we landed, I slid off Kisara and planted my feet firmly on the roof. Kara walked over to me and began to talk while her sister changed back into the human form.

"Are you finally ready to talk?" She questioned.

I glanced across the roof where I saw Krin had returned. He walked over, and soon, I was surrounded by all three dragons.

"Krin! My beautiful Seto has a way to talk to the boy that the Dark Magician chose!" Kisara shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. I flinched, but didn't pull away from her. If I had done so, I would only be causing them anger.

"You do, slave?" Krin asked, his face showing more interest than I had seen displayed on it since my kidnapping.

"I just need to get to the computers inside." I answered.

"Are you sure he can?" Kara asked. She didn't look confident that I was telling the truth.

"I saw the message on his computer. It was real. We can find out where they are hiding!"

Krin examined my face, searching for any signs of deceit.

"Then let's go inside."

End! Well. . . I was going to add Mokuba's POV, but I can't seem to get it written right. So, I'll add it later on. I just wanted to update since I haven't in quite a while.

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