The rhythmic sound of the drops of water, that were dropping from a melting crystal of ice, hanging from her window to the outside side of it, was making her nervous… Kisara had started to feel a bit better when morning came… However the thoughts dancing in her head were disturbing… Seto Kaiba had asked her for dinner last night…and he had been really kind to her… His eyes…his moves…everything was proving his gentleness and kindness… However how could she trust him? Could she really trust the monster that had been terrorizing their town for more than four centuries? Just like that? She sighed and decided not to think about it. There was no answer after all and she knew it. Her mind the one moment was thinking about his crimes through the years and the other moment she would remember his gentle ways and his gentleman's character… She sighed and grabbed her head with both hands as she leaned on her window's ledged…
"How can a man…so gentle as he is…be a monster sent from Devil…?" she whispered as tears had started to fall from her eyes…
She touched the small cross Seto Kaiba had given her as "weapon" for her self-defense...
"How can someone be so gentle…and at the same time…so cold…distant…and scary…?"
The tears were about to keep flowing but she whipped them away. It wasn't time for her to start crying again. What would come from it? Nothing. She turned around to see her breakfast. She smiled a small smile. That morning her breakfast was bread with honey and butter while except from the hot tea, she also had a small cup of warm milk. She smiled a small, sad smile and walked to the disc. She took a loaf of bread with butter and honey, which was still warm as if the bread had just got out of the oven and took a bite. Then she took the warm milk and jugged it down with a couple of sips. The warm liquid smoothed her throat and made her feel better…a bit more relaxed… She had almost forgotten how much it helped her to calm down… She sighed and then took her cape and went out of the room…
Hours later she was in the library. She found out that it was nice to have something to do to kill her time… Seto Kaiba didn't appear again and she felt nervous about it… However something else that was making her nervous was the fact that she was bringing to her memory the scene in the Crypts all the time! She just couldn't believe it that someone…could actually sleep in a place like that! She felt shudders down her spine by just thinking about it. So she decided to go to the library to read something and pass her time…or distract her mind from all the thoughts… She had almost finished a book talking about knights and castles from other eras… It was so good that she didn't want to stop… She stopped when the light in the room became dimmer… She then raised her head from the pages and looked out. It was late in the afternoon already. She hadn't realized how fast time had passed! She got up and walked out of the library. But first she put the book back in place and pulled the curtains again. She guessed that there must have been a reason for them to be closed so… Anyway she got out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Mmm!" she stretched herself.
She had spent hours in there and she hadn't noticed the small tension at her back. She decided to walk a little more before the sunset and continued walking into the hallways of the castle. They seem to have no end! She had the impression that she could spend years searching around and still she would have new places to see! She walked down the hallways seeing the big windows that had view to the forest below… She noticed that she wasn't at the part that had view to the village yet… She sighed a little and continued walking… Then, after some minutes, she found a stairway that leaded to two opposite directions. She looked out of the window and saw the sun, dressed in crimson, had begun to set. Right then she noticed. The one stairway was leading to the East…while the other…to the West… She froze in her place… So there was where the West Wing was… She remained there at her place. Now many thoughts and questions were passing from her mind that she had buried her inside her mind… And she also remembered Seto Kaiba's words again…
"…You can go wherever you want in my castle except the West Wing…"
"…Except the West Wing…"
"…Except the West Wing…"
"…Except…"
What exactly was that supposed to mean? Why? Why "except the West Wing"? What was in there that shouldn't be revealed to her?
"It's off limits… I don't want you to see what is in there…"
"…I don't want you to see what is in there…"
"…I don't want you to see…"
"…What is in there…"
Kisara was now really curious to find out. Honestly she was scared to death not only because she couldn't imagine what could possible be what she shouldn't see but also because she was afraid of the consequences…of what Seto Kaiba would do to her if she entered the forbidden wing… Her curiosity was great though…and seeing the stairway open to her…it was as if it was calling for her to go… She felt shudders down her body thinking that Seto Kaiba seemed to know anytime where she was or what she was doing! She looked out of the window. The sun was pretty bright.
"He must be sleeping…" she thought, "I guess that I could…simply take a peek and go back to my room…"
Not being able to resist to the temptation anymore she slowly started walking up the stairway…holding her little cross tightly hoping that it could provide her some protection…
She reached the end of the stairs and turned around the corner…and she felt like entering to a completely different place! The rest of the castle was clean and even beautiful if she wasn't so scared all the time… However this corridor was dark, cold and ruined… She was feeling like entering the Crypts again…and in ruined ones, that is! Her heart had stared to flatter like a caged bird… However she needed to see…what was this? Why was this place ruined unlikely the rest of the castle? She walked a bit further… There were ruined walls everywhere and she could smell the odor of…ash? Was a fire lit in there in the past? How long ago? Some of the walls had black stains on them as if fire had licked the walls leaving its scar there… She could see broken statues or destroyed paintings…even thrown objects here and there… She passed by a broken mirror and saw her own reflection in thousands of pieces in the shattered glass for a second… She walked a bit further… Now that she was in…even if she was scared to death, she couldn't turn back… At the end of the corridor she found an enormous closed door. However the lock was destroyed…broken…as if someone had broken it with a kick or with a heavy object… She hesitated for a second. She could go back now! Go back to her warm room…to hide under her cover… She already had seen enough! However, no. Some power inside her was telling her to move on…she had gone too far after all… Finally she grasped the two bronze doorknobs that looked like a head of a lion (some centuries ago it must have been beautiful…now it was ruined and scary like the rest of the corridor) and pulled the door open. It took her all her strength to manage to open that door barely enough for her to peek inside… What she saw inside was ten times worse than the corridor before… She had entered into a new hallway…where everything was shattered to pieces… Objects were thrown everywhere…broken chairs…shattered furniture…the walls were cracked or broken…completely torn curtains were hanging from several places from the ceiling… barely moving from the frozen air that was blowing slowly and softly…like the breathing of some crying ghost… She felt shivering from fear and cold when she entered… The cold was bitter and sharp…it reached to her bone! Everything around was like the silent echo of an old war…or something even more terrible… She was walking among the ruins almost forgetting to breathe! She was holding the little cross so tightly that her knuckles had turned white… She walked a bit further and saw some broken pieces of something that had to be a table or something… Then something else drew her attention. It was a portrait…or rather…what it was left of it… It was torn beyond recognition but she could see a blonde head and a pair of violet eyes… She narrowed her eyes to see weather she could recognize it… She started to lift the torn part to see if she could fit it to the rest and see the woman in it (it was obvious that it was a woman's portrait) but in the end she quit… She walked a bit further…and opened a closed door… When she opened it…she found herself entering into a half-dark room…that was full with roses… Countless roses… There were roses in vases all around…roses in wreaths...roses everywhere… They were the same roses she had seen outside… The room was closed and had only a small window that was also closed and the atmosphere in the room was indeed heavy by the gooey smell of the roses and dust that was flying all around the ghost-room. The smell alone was enough to make someone faint! However the really sad and scary detail was…the roses… Most of them had started to die while others were dead already… They were dull and cold like dead bodies and there was absolutely no comparison between the lively, scarlet roses she had seen in the garden… And there among all those roses, there was a canopy bed with its flimsy curtains drawn… She could distinguish a silhouette in there… She walked carefully there and she slowly, with her hand shaking like a fish out of the water…she drew the curtain to take a peek. What she saw made her gasp and her face get white in terror! She covered her mouth with both hands and tried to make a step back but she bumped into a big vase with roses and she fell backwards. She grabbed the curtains by instinct…taking them with her… Now she was on her butt on the floor gazing upon the woman lieing on the bed… The body was not moving…as if time had turned it into stone… The color of death was all over her… Her blonde-brown hair was long and loose over the frozen, completely pale skin… She was lieing in the position of the dead as if she was lieing in a coffin instead of that bed! How long had she been there?! How long? She recognized the head from that torn portrait! How long? Her head was spinning and her stomach was nauseating! Now she knew that she never should have come! She got up immediately as if the floor was on fire and she turned around to run only to…bump into Seto Kaiba's chest! Now her eyes were totally panicking…watery…when she saw Seto Kaiba's icy eyes looking at her…
"What are you doing here?" he said coldly as if accusing her
"I…I'm s-sorry…" she barely whispered
"I had warned you not to come in here!" he said grabbing her petite shoulders firmly
Kisara gasped in pure fear now and she didn't know what was more terrifying right now…the corpse on the bed or Seto Kaiba's fierce, icy eyes!
"I…I didn't do this on purpose…" she stuttered again her voice high and trembling from panic…tears falling from her eyes
"Why are you women so curious!" Seto Kaiba continued saying
Kisara now was beyond the point of fear… She even forgot the cross in her hand… Her nerves broke and buried her face into Seto Kaiba's chest crying loudly…sobbing uncontrollably.
"I am sorry!" she sobbed loudly gripping his shirt like she was afraid she would collapse, "…I didn't mean any harm…! I…I just… Oh I shouldn't have come...! I am sorry! So sorry! Forgive me! Please…forgive me!"
To her surprise Seto Kaiba wrapped his arms around her tenderly… All his anger was lost and she could feel his arms around her…in a warm, comforting embrace…
"Shhhh…" he whispered trying to comfort her, "Do you see now…why I didn't want you to come in here…? I didn't want you…to see this…and get scared…"
Her sobbing decreased but just barely…
"I am so sorry!" she said again, "I…I didn't know…that you would have…a dead body in here!"
"It's not a dead body" he said calmly
"Eh?" she looked up at him finally her sobs stopped.
"It's a wax doll"
"A…wax…doll…?" she whispered
"Yes… See from yourself…"
Still shaking all over she walked from him and approached the bed… She tapped the body on it with her finger a couple of times. It was hard… Wax. It was indeed a doll made of wax… She turned around to him surprised and scared. He looked away for a little.
"They didn't allow me to mourn for her… They took her body and buried it somewhere away from my castle… So I made this…so I could offer her a proper goodbye…"
Kisara was speechless. There was no doubt now that this woman or wax doll was his wife, lady Sylvia… So he had made her a mausoleum… She swallowed hard trying to speak again…to say something…anything…
"And…the c-corridor…? Why everything is…I mean…"
"This is where I found my death… Well, where they caught me… I was in this room when they did…" he replied in a low voice, "I didn't fix it…I left it the way it was…"
Kisara clenched her dress at the spot her heart was.
"When she firstly came to my castle…" Seto Kaiba continued, "…she had really sensitive skin… She said that she didn't want her epidermis to become dark from the sun so…I offered her a room in West Wing so the only sun would hit her would be the evening sun that its rays are weak… Of course this little room is not hers but…her real room was destroyed…when the mob attacked my castle… She was beautiful when she firstly came here…so beautiful…and young…"
She could hear…bitterness in his voice…or as just her idea? Seto Kaiba barely looked with the corner of his eye the fallen vase she had dropped with her fall…and the vase stood up on its own and the roses placed themselves in again…and the vase was now in place as if it never fell. Seto Kaiba looked at Kisara
"Roses…" he explained, "…were her favorite flowers…"
Kisara swallowed again.
"You loved her…" she whispered
"Almost as much as I hated her!" Seto Kaiba replied coldly.
Kisara swallowed again. It appeared that even saliva had dried in her mouth. She wanted to know…and at the same time she didn't…
"So…you really…k-killed her…" she said, her voice barely above a whisper
Seto Kaiba didn't move a muscle. As if the detail or the accusation didn't have the slightest meaning to him!
"If I…killed her…?" he questioned as if he was talking to himself
Kisara lowered her eyes…and nodded…barely…
"It has been more than four hundred and fifty years…" Seto Kaiba whispered, "…Time can heal almost everything…my love for her…and my hatred…or any sign of guilt… Yes, Kisara…I was the one who leaded her to her death!"
Kisara remained silent…she didn't say anything for a little while…
"I'm sorry…" she finally whispered her voice traveled with the air, "I'm sorry…"
Meanwhile Yami was in Mai's house heading back to his room or rather…staggering. He was holding the neck of a bottle and he was taking swings from it once in a while… Most of his wounds had healed except the deeper ones… That, made him feel relieved and disgusted at the same time…
"Monster…!" he growled to himself, "I truly am a monster…!"
So he needed the alcohol to distract his mind from that…from all the thoughts and hoping that he would focus on his mission… He took another good swing from the bottle as he entered his room again. He knew that he was as drunk as he could be…however not even the alcohol was helping him anymore! The only thing he could think of was…the fact that any moment now he would transform into a demon… No, wrong…he knew when he would transform. That would happen when the full moon rose…that meant that he had less than a month for that to happen… He drank again some good swings…
"The alcohol…even that makes me a monster…" he thought, "No one drinks this amount and so frequently without have some problem with his system…but I do! I never had a problem no matter how much or how frequently I drank! I am like him…! I am a monster like those I am hunting so passionately…"
He gulped down the rest of the strong alcohol and threw the bottle away… It shattered on a wall…
"Damn!" he cursed through clenched teeth, "Dammit all!"
If he gained his memory…if only… But no... If he gained his memory back then…then that would mean that his demonic nature would also… Ugh! Should he remember…or not? What was better…? And he truly was a Pharaoh? Was he indeed more than three thousands years old? Should he remember that? Would he ever remember? Should he…? The thoughts were moving constantly in circles! He fell on the bed and his mind drifted to sleep caused by the alcohol… A long sleep…that of course would be disturbed by dreams…and possible nightmares again…
This chapter ready too! For those who wanted to know...here is what it was in West Wing! Also that was why roses were "key flowers" in my story!
Poor Kisara...I think she now should lean when they tell her "don't go there" not to go there! And Yami trying to drown his doubs away with drink... Poor two of them!
Next chappie is gonna be a flashback to Yami's past (warning) so we can... "take a break" from story's plot!
Anyway I hope you liked it! Please review me!
Enjoy!