"I love you, Kisara. Enjoy your time at work!" I let the words flow effortlessly.
The frail girl smiled up at me. "And you enjoy your day off. I'm sorry I have to work today while you don't."
"That's quite alright. I'll find something to occupy my time, darling." I kissed her forehead lightly. "Now then, get going so you won't be late."
She nodded staring at me with her rosy blushed cheeks. "See you tonight, Koji!"
I smirked. That was the first that she had called me by the pet name in a couple of weeks. I watched as she twirled around, walking quickly to limo. I waved her off, a smile across my face. As always, she reached the limo, turning to me and waved in return.
Her smile was always so bright—the frail white girl… I could feel myself losing grip of her. She used to be so tightly wrapped around my finger. I feel the threads holding us together breaking one by one. Each day that she leaves to go to the Kaiba's... I know she's slipping further and further away from my grasp.
As she got into the limo, my hand fell to my side before I slipped it into my pocket. My smile easily faded and I stared up to the sky for a moment as I clenched my hands into fists. The sun was trying so hard to peek past the clouds. It would never find the chance to though. There wasn't a spot that the clouds hadn't covered up. This winter is bound to be brutal...
"Tsk..." I scoffed, turning and making my way back into the mansion.
I stared to the floor, watching each step that I took as Sai approached my side. "Is something wrong, sir?"
I walked inside, shutting the door behind me and looked to the beautiful maid of mine. "She's working on my days off now."
She only stared. "Is there… anything that I can do for you, Master Fujiyama?"
My loyal maid; my most perfect doll… The best of my collection: Short dark hair, with blue eyes. Light skin, and an obedient tone. Her desire to fulfill my every command… I couldn't ask for anything more.
I reached out to her, grabbing the ends of her hair and feeling them between my fingers. Her hair... it was getting longer, even if it was just reaching her shoulders. Slacker... They're all slackers.
"It's too long." I stared at her splitting ends.
She did not break eye contact with me. "I have an appointment to get it cut this Monday, Master Fujiyama. I know you like it short."
Obedient. Brilliant. But… lacks in keeping me satisfied.
Why does she always call me that anyway? "Kojiro. You know my name."
"It isn't proper to speak of her master by using his first name." She said, like she does every time.
Why is she the only who can say my name? That pathetic... pale woman... She can't even hold her head high. So obedient. So innocent. I can't stand women like her. I can't... Stand... Her.
And yet... I must have her.
"Why do you call me master?" I twisted her hair between my fingers.
"Because I am your maid." She replied without a second thought. "Your personal maid."
"And why do you not defy me?" I dropped the pieces of her hair and gently grabbed her chin, bringing my face to hers. "Like Momoka does? I'm engaged you know—so why do you not defy me?"
Though her stare was the same, she did not answer.
"Why do you allow me to take advantage of you? Why do you let me touch you—" I ran my hand down her chest until it met her stomach, sliding to her hip as I leaned in and kissed her. Intense. Passionate… A craving like this that I wanted from the innocent one…
I pulled our lips apart. "—even though I'm an engaged man?"
Her eyes remained locked with my own. "I… Live to serve you."
She stayed firm in her stance. Not even a single shake of fear. Obedient. Loyal. How could anyone compete? She's perfection. Her height. Her beauty. Her never wavering attitude. Confident. Always knowing just what it is that she wants… The complete opposite of my fiancé…
With a snicker, I turned and began to walk away. After a few paces, her footsteps lingered behind as she followed me.
"I'd like to be alone for now, Sai." I informed her as I kept walking.
Her footsteps stopped. Surely she was bowing. "As you wish. I will tend to the housework then."
"Good. Thank you." I made my way to the stairs and walked up them quickly.
As I reached the top of the steps, I could see my sister from the other side of the hallway. My sister… Always walking with her nose stuck up, head held high. Like a queen, her presence was fierce. Just her walk was striking. She was too much like our father…
"Kojiro…" she nodded her head before we passed one another.
"My dear… Dear sister." I spoke as if to mock her in my own way, though I bowed slightly, respecting my eldest and only sibling before I passed her by.
A couple more doors down was my room. I instantly walked to the door, and grabbed the knob. It was instinct at this point—coming here the moment I get home to see the ghostly girl, sitting or lying on the bed with a book in her hand. Some stupid story that would be made for an audience that she didn't fit in. I get that her life was difficult growing up, but couldn't she find a better hobby than reading?
I started to turn the door knob to my room when a thought struck in my mind. This one thought had been popping up more and more often recently. Even more now that the pale girl was in my life.
She knows.
She's going to leave.
I can just tell. I hear it in her voice.
But I can't have her leave yet. I need her. It's important that I keep her here.
"I need your light..." I scowl, finally pushing open the door to our room.
The rain was pouring heavily that day. A perfect day to view the collection without disruptions… I loved going to the museum in the days of my teenaged years. Even reaching near adulthood, I could always be found there, studying beneath the beautiful paintings of art collectors, next to the most expensive of sculptures. I was always studying. I wanted to not only work in the same field of my father, but I wanted nothing more than to surpass him.
He was wealthy, enough so that he could buy anything he so desired. He even bought the hand of my mother. An arranged marriage that he completely paid for. She was much younger than he was. But she was frail… She was weak… She was ill for the longest time. Where my sister was born with ease… Well, I gave my mother more trouble.
Mother was paralyzed from the waist down after giving birth to me. Not that it was entirely my fault—the damn nurse didn't properly execute the shot to numb my mother. That jab of the need into her spine is was caused it. How could she give birth when paralyzed? Well—she was forced to ruin her "perfect body" with a scar. They had to give my mother a caesarean section. As if that's really MY fault.
They years following, I stuck to my mother like glue. She loved to collect things. Growing up, she was always showing me the valuable items in her collections. She was always wanting more. She never really asked my father for much though. She was kind. She hated asking for anything. But she couldn't help to collect things.
Her favorite possession was a violin. A white one. She would play it from time to time. I enjoyed the sound it produced when ever she played. Perhaps it was just the love I had for her that allowed me to love the screeches. No other violin had beauty in their tunes.
When I was six years old, mother passed away. She left to me her collections—including the violin. It gathers dust now, wasting away in a locked room that only I have the key to. It was her will that all of her collections, her valuable items were given to me.
I wouldn't share them. Not with anyone. Not now… not ever.
But, that wouldn't stop me from adding to her collections…
But it was on that stormy day that I learned of a new thing to collect. Something far more valuable than anyone could have imagined!
I remember that day so clearly. It was the day I learned of souls. Their true forms. I learned what was known as a "Ka." Legends of souls taking forms of other worldly beings, with power beyond belief.
"Bullshit." I remember groaning allowed as I ready the etchings of the Egyptian stones on display.
Hieroglyphics weren't difficult to read—especially since I had been taking archeological classes. It's what I wanted to do with my life—to collect more valuable things. I know that my mother would have enjoyed the beautiful discoveries I could have brought back for her.
"You can read the stone tablets?" I was approached by an older looking woman.
I say older—though she was probably only in her early twenties, where I was eighteen at the time. She had long, slick black hair. Her skin was rather dark, where her eyes were blue like the seas. She looked like she belonged in the exhibit as a wax dummy, born in ancient Egyptian times. She intrigued me—though I didn't find her beautiful.
"As much as one can." I scoffed, returning to reading them.
Though, it took me a couple times of looking back at her as she stared at the displays to realize… She was wearing an artifact. Was she also a collector? Her necklace…. It looked like it was worth a pretty penny.
"Your necklace..." I turned my head to her. "Tell me about it."
As if taken off guard, she took a step away from me. "Why are you interested?"
I could tell she was reluctant. "Sorry. I'm studying to become an archeologist. I love rare collections. It runs in my family. That necklace looks like it's pretty old, yet well preserved. Could you tell me about it? I'd love to know."
She didn't seem very… Trusting of my words. Sure, I planned more to see if it was valuable. See if it was worth adding to my collection. And working my magic to get her to sell.
"It's not for sell." It was as if she could read my mind. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss the item with you."
I was all the more curious. "But it's so beautiful..."
She continued to glare at me. It was all the more fun this way. I had always enjoyed these types of confrontations with women who had a powerful front.
"It must be valuable, am I right?" I couldn't help but smirk.
"I know what you're getting at." Her stare was intense.
I cocked my head to the side. "Millennium necklace? What's so special about it other than it's age and it beauty? Perhaps you're a collector too?"
It took her a moment to answer, "You could… Say that."
Not so much truth to her words. "Would you please tell me about it?"
I hated having to play nice. She should have just opened up to me. It would have made things much easier.
But then again, I wouldn't have seen what I had…
With a sigh, the woman gave in—telling me a story of seven millennium items. Artifacts that were important to the story of the pharaoh who's name had been lost to the past. She told me of past lives, which I didn't buy for a second. The more she spoke, the more it didn't feel worth it.
"Long and complicated." I sighed. "Can I… hold it?"
"I'd rather you didn't." She scowled.
"I just want to see if it really does show the future." I was skeptical. Magic didn't exist.
She chuckled. "It wouldn't work for you."
"Then what is there to lose?" I smirked.
After asking a couple more times, she gave in. I wasn't just going to run off with it after all. It was more of a way to test and see if it was a legit artifact. Was it real gold? Was it truly as old as she had proclaimed? I'm no thief after all—everything I collected was rightfully purchased.
But the moment the necklace hit the palm of my hand—I was transported. Not physically, but mentally.
And not into the future…. But into the past.