Reconception Veritas 2

When seto returned to the loft that night he saw Kisara sprawled out on the couch in a sports bra and shorts, soundly sleeping. Quietly he approached to view her tattoos. A large white dragon consumed her right shoulder and arm. There was another on her ribs that was obscured by her top. Her thighs held dragons curled around the eye of Anubis on her right and on her left, the symbol for Set. They were magnificent, their tails curling around her calf. Finally, someone else who adored dragons as much as her did. He couldn't help but keep staring at the vibrant artwork while she slept, the brown cat curled in her legs. It took a few minutes for Seto to realize how aroused he was staring at her and the moment he did, he snapped back and walked off to his room to deal with it. Gently, he closed the door and took a deep breath. He needed a distraction, desperately, searching around his room, he grabbed his robe and decided to take a shower. He walked into the bathroom, still redfaced at his reaction and turned on the shower knob, cranking it as hot as it would go. I need to get rid of this. How can she do this to me? I can't stand her…but those dragons. She's a vixen, using sex appeal to control me he thought as he stepped in under the scorching water. Finally, he reasoned that it was only the dragons he was attracted, despite the image of her breasts spilling out of her top in his head. He wanted to touch her, and he was finally coming to the realization that not only did he have a libido, but he was sexually attracted to a woman he could barely tolerate and would now have to live with for an extended time. Out of sheer frustration, Seto grit his teeth and did something he hadn't done in years, and beat off under the scalding water, coming with a curse and a frustrated sigh. He hung his head under the water, shamefully contemplating his actions. The next few weeks were going to be incredibly difficult, he knew better than to sleep with someone in his company. He was aware that it would lead to disaster no matter the circumstance, and yet at that moment he wanted nothing more.

Seto had never really given much thought on tattoos, or had any sort of opinion on them, but now, they were beginning to appeal to him. He was curious, and after towling off and putting on sweats he did a little bit of research while he ate leftover food in the fridge. After an hour he put his phone down and stretched with a yawn before he turned off the light and attempted sleep. A few moments went by and he heard the patter of cat feet coming out from under the bed, Seto sat up to make sure the door was open for the cat to get out, but instead it curled up on the pillow next to him, he rolled his eyes and fell asleep quickly, diving into familiar dreams that had plagued him for nearly two decades, however even these were beginning to change. They were getting more aggressive, and were revealing new information he hadn't dreamt before.

This time it gripped him hard. Vivid and nearly lucid he felt the dry, coarse sand in his hands as he caught breath and looked up. There she was standing before him naked, tattoos intact and he was speechless, feeling the hot summer sun bearing down his back. He couldn't stand and dropped to his knees, falling into her shadow as he silently stared at her, unable to form words. She grabbed his chin, and held his gaze.

"Tell me what you want Set," she whispered. He took a deep breath, stared into her deep crystal eyes, indulging in her touch, bathing in the shadow that she engulfed him in.

"I want you," he stated his words shaking just as much as his body. She smiled gently, but it did nothing to reassure him. He bit his lip until he tasted the iron of his own blood.

"Then why don't you take me? Take what you want my Priest," she purred in a voice that made his blush rush through his body. Finally, she dropped his chin and he stared down at the gritty dirt and sand beneath his hands. Shamefully, he hung his head.

"Because you know I'm not worthy," he whispered before he startled awake to the smell of eggs in the kitchen. Catching his breath his eyes darted around the room before falling on the cat at the foot of the bed. It was the fluffy gray one that he called Moko or fluffy because he couldn't remember the names she had given them. He stood up and stretched, feeling the cool wood floor against his bare feet. Walking out into the kitchen he saw Kisara plating up eggs, again. She made them almost every day, and he was already irritated, not having had a good night sleep. He felt drained, cranky. He needed his caffeine fix and another nap.

"What is with you and eggs?" he scoffed as she began to eat hers. She rolled her eyes and took another bite before she answered.

"I just like eggs, lay off. If you don't want them don't eat them." she grabbed her coffee and sat down at the island in the kitchen, reading on her phone while she ate. Seto grabbed his plate and poured himself a cup coffee before he settled down to do the same. It was a quiet, unusual morning, as neither of them would be going to the office or going out. They ended up wandering the house, sitting in the living room for a few hours, their rooms, the kitchen, but it was also calming. There was little talking, music played all day and they were left to their own work. Kisara kept up with the media and adjusting the workforce, while he adjusted projections and overlooked test projects, approving a few and sending most back to be modified or adjusted to his liking. Finally, after the sun set, She asked him what he wanted for dinner. He shrugged and said he'd eat whatever she made as long as it wasn't eggs. Kisara ended up making beef and green peppers over rice with broccoli. When Kaiba took a drink, one of the cats took advantage of his lack of attention and quickly stood up and snatched a piece of beef from his plate, running of with it in her mouth victoriously,

"Brownie, No!" he shouted without thinking. Kisara looked up from her dinner curiously.

"What the fuck did you just call her?" she asked flatly. He sighed and played with his food "Her name is Bastet, and the other one is Fabio. You should know that by now." He huffed a sigh.

"I wasn't expecting to be here that long so I had my own names for them, and by the time the epidemic hit I was already invested in my names. Brownie, and Moko, or sometimes Fluffy, or Fluffybutt, since Moko translates to fluff essentially," he told her. She just stared at him.

"Please use the names that I've given them, they don't need to be confused with several names," she said, poking at her food. Seto scoffed and took a bite while he formulated a thought.

"Why? It's not like they respond to their names like dogs do," he retorted. She sighed. He had to make everything difficult, but now she had an opportunity.

"Fabio responds to his name, but speaking of, a dog would make a great companion for your brother since he's alone in this epidemic," she remarked. He grit his teeth and stabbed a piece of meat.

"I am so sick of hearing this, from him, from you. What is the obsession here? I said no. I don't want a dog tearing up my house," he argued. She crossed her arms, prepared to defend her statement.

"Not all dogs are destructive. There are plenty that are docile, and you can also train them. Stop being such a pain in the ass and let him have a dog. You like the company of the cats plenty, it'd be so great for your brother," she continued. He furrowed his brow and gave her a heated look.

"I tolerate the cats because I have to. I take no joy from their company," he said with a tone that told Kisara he was lying.

"I don't believe that bullshit for a second. I've heard you talk to them before. You let them lay on you and you compromise for them. You are such a turd in the punchbowl. This discussion is not going to end until Mokuba get his dog," she informed him as she took a bite of food.

"I just like how the cats don't talk back or start arguments, like you do, but they can be just as difficult, because they won't give up until they get their way,"

"That's part of the reason that you hired me. You wanted someone who was relentless to increase your profits and manage a new division. I'm just like you and that's what you hate, and adore me for," she reminded. He clenched his teeth and announced he was going to bed. She told him to have a good night and sat back to watch a documentary on Ancient Egypt. As Kaiba settled into bed, her words echoed in his head. He hated how right she was, but it also excited him. She was tough, and he needed, and wanted someone like that near him, tough, independent, strong, relentless, intelligent, beautiful, and in love with dragons. This was not the same meek girl from ancient times, no, she was another breed entirely. She was starting to melt that wall that he had, and Seto had no idea that he was doing the same to her. Kisara could feel it, and it terrified her. There were so many skeletons and demons in her closet, that if they all fell out, things would never be the same again, and they may never be good again. She couldn't risk her stability, her mother's care, her job, her life. Despite the epidemic, things were good for her and she wanted to keep it that way, and getting involved with her boss was not the way to do it. You don't shit where you eat, but he was the only one, and he was there, a constant in her life, it was difficult to see another with a plague going around, she knew that intimately, too intimately, having lost all but one of her partners to fear.

One day Seto was looking through some files and found himself having to resort for the physical after the digital.

"Where are the projection reports?" he inquired, expecting Kisara to get up and get them.

"They are in the filing cabinet," she retorted mindlessly as she did her own work. Kaiba huffed.

"Well? Get them for me," he demanded. She looked up, fire in her eyes and snapped.

"Oh hell no. I am not your secretary, I am your Director, my job duties have not changed. And secondly and perhaps most importantly, I have a cat in my lap, so I'm not getting up until Fabio chooses too. Get your own files you entitled dick," she barked back, gently petting Moko- Fluffy, or whatever her name was. He furrowed his brow and gnashed his teeth.

"So you're telling me that if that annoying creature was in my lap, you would get the files? Your extracurricular job duties revolve around a cat? Is that it?" he sneered back. She looked him dead in the eyes.

"Yes. I will only fetch things for you if the cat is in your lap," she answered in a dead pan voice.

"And what if we both have a cat?"

"Then we sit and wait until we die, or they move, which ever happens first," she threw back nonchalantly, clicking away on her computer. After an hour the automatic food dish beeped and rumbled, and Fluffy was off of Kisara's lap. Seto watched as she got up and went to the fridge before disappearing down the hall. Once the cat was finished, Seto did his best to lure the cat towards his chair before grabbing her and placing her in his lap. He gently pet her in hopes she'd stay. After a few moments she began to purr and make a home in Kaiba's lap. He grinned with achievement. Finally, Kisara returned and immediately took note of the cat.

"Did you do that or did she?" she asked. Seto pet the cats chin.

"Does it matter? She's here now and I need past profit files," he announced. She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face and walked over to the file cabinet, before handing him the files.

"If you plan to continue, I'd avoid wearing black pants. Little Fabio King of the fluffybutts, is also the King of shedding, and white fur is very noticeable," she told him before she resumed her seat on the couch.

"Who's going to notice? You're the only human being I've seen in months," he snarked back. She laughed and conceded.

"Well, I have a scheduled trip to the grocery store tomorrow, would you like to go with?" she asked. He agreed quicker than he thought he would, and he could see the surprise in her eyes.

"Ok, I'll have to get the spare fridge from the office, but that way you can cook your own food too," she told him. He shrugged and continued his work while she got up and went to the office door, knocking before she opened it.

"Santiago! Yo necesitas Ayuda! Can you please move the spare fridge into my apartment, por favor?" she said. Seto's curiosity was peaked. He watched as they discussed where to put it, and helped Kisara move a lamp and dragon statue near the kitchen while they spoke in 2 languages.

"Gracias mi Amigo, Mucho Gracias," she told him as he rolled the fridge in on a dolly, and put it just outside of the kitchen.

"Ok, Jefe, you should be good to go. It's plugged in and should be cold in a few hours, Oh Hey! Before I forget, what's up with the jacuzzi on the deck? Is it ok for us to use it amigo?" he asked. Kisara walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before handing it to Santiago.

"Oh! Of course! Absolutely, please use it. I can rarely rationalize filling it for just myself. Please, go ahead and fill it. You guys have been working so hard, I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you sooner," she answered while he took a drink of his beer.

"Oh Bien, Gracias amigo. Honestly, we didn't see it until last week when Mariana moved in, she smokes on the deck," he told her. Kisara nodded.

"How many of you are staying here now?" she asked, curiously.

"3, me, mariana and Kris, although Alex may be coming to stay with us," He answered. Kisara nodded and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge while they conversed in the kitchen.

"I've heard, and I have been kept up to date on the situation, I expect it will happen in the next week," she told him as she poured herself a glass of wine. A phone chimed, and Seto watched as Santiago checked his pockets.

"Or right now. Alex just texted me. So it's about to be 4 of us." Kisara raised her glass.

"To Alex, for finally getting out of a shitty abusive marriage," Kisara announced. They toasted and took a drink. "Do you need help prepping for Alex?" she asked. Santiago nodded. "Si, por favor, do you have clean sheets? Maybe extra pillow?" he asked. She nodded and wandered down the hall, returning with blue sheets, a dragon blanket and two pillows. She handed them off, Santiago voiced his thanks and returned to the other side of the office door. Immediately Seto had questions.

"Why were you speaking two languages?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and huffed, and told him it was for practice. "Is spanish his first language?" Kisara stance instantly changed, she squared her shoulders and crossed her arms before inquiring why. Kaiba rolled his eyes and decided to just drop it and focus on his next curiosity. "Is he properly compensated for his knowledge of 2 languages?" Her pose softened and she wandered back to the couch.

"Yes, Anyone who is multilingual gets a pay bonus, and we pay for employees to learn additional languages. We have a handful that speak more than three and up to 6 languages," she told him proudly. He nodded in approval and returned to his work.

That night just after he turned off the light to go to sleep, Seto felt something in his bed, startled, he turned on his phones flashlight to find Moko curling up on the opposite side of the bed, he chuckled a sigh of relief and turned of his light, and returned to his pillow. In the morning, he awoke to Fluffy- Moko- whatever laying on the pillow opposite of him. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but smile. He gave her a quick pet.

"If you understand me, sit in my lap all day and i will give you treats after we go to the store, understood?" he whispered as he scratched her ear. She chirped back in acknowledgement, and Seto got up and dressed for the day before he walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

"I see Fabio slept in your room last night, she likes you," Kisara teased, taking a sip of coffee. She was dressed in a long light blue robe with a silver dragon. He yawned and brushed her off, grabbing a muffin to eat while he caffeinated for the day.

Seto had been sitting in his chair for almost 20 minutes before the cat chose to leave his room.

"Well good morning fluffy butt. You look bright eyed and bushy tailed little mister Fabio fluff," she cooed. The cat sat on the floor, groomed himself for a few minutes before jumping into Seto's chair and settling herself over his legs. Kisara looked dumbfounded, but he was smirking triumphantly, now he had a way to make sure Kisara did the job that he wanted her to.

Finally, they were able to leave the house and go to the store. Once they got there, the employee by the door asked for the name, asked them some other questions and gave them each a numbered sticker to wear before they were let in. Once inside Seto spent over 2 hours perusing groceries, liquor and filling his cart. It was a good thing Kisara got the spare fridge, because he could see that they would need it. Seto was so satisfied to find mochi, pho, and many other familiar, comforting foods, and treat like Ramune, and Pocky. Between the two of them, the tiny car was packed, so much that Seto had to carry some of the bags in his lap. It took 3 trips up the 5 flights of stairs to get all of it into the loft, and by that time Kaiba was tired and not looking forward to putting the food away. That was when he realized, he had forgotten a bag and reluctantly he hoofed back downstairs, and in the first floor coffee shop, ordered the largest coffee they had and fetched the bags while they prepared it. Finally returning upstairs, he noticed Kisara had put away nearly half of his groceries. He sighed with relief and took a drink of his coffee before he set it down and began to assist her. She seemed hyped up and full of energy. He was about to ask when he noticed the large iced coffee on the kitchen island, ⅓ full with 5 shots of espresso written on the label. He sighed and rolled his eyes, he had been with her long enough to know that this meant she was going to crank up the music and clean the house. It would be fine if the music wasn't so loud, but it was so loud he couldn't concentrate, not even with headphones on. Maybe now was a good time to go for a walk, so he could finally get some peace and quiet.

A/N: okay, so I have a poll going on for their 'first time' going on tumblr, I'll post it here as well for broader reach. Your options are

Argument sex

comfort/grief sex

Drunk sex

The power is out and we need to keep warm

Stoned sex (It is LA.)

Let me know if you have an opinion, I'll see you in about 2 months with a new chapter. This fic is going to be a little slower than my previous ones, hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all of your support, I truly appreciate it. Take care, much love. MK