Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Master ❯ Why Are You Late? ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Anything For Master

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. If I did, I'd own the oh-so-sexy Seto Kaiba, and I'd be one very happy girl.

Author's Note: Yes, I do indeed have a lot of time on my hands right now that I'm on summer break, hehe. Still writing this on a spur of the moment... :)

Much Love, dejectedxangel

I came home late from work one night. I was tired from having put over time in at the office and it showed in my face; the bags under my eyes, my messy hair due to my running my fingers through it out of stress, the coffee I'd spilled on my suit when I'd fallen asleep with my cup still in hand.

I slammed the door upon coming into my apartment, too tired to care that it was past midnight and the neighbors were probably awakened by the sound. I dropped my briefcase at the table by the front door and loosened the tie which was part of the dress code at the office for females. In the dark I made my way to the fridge, looking for my bottle of strawberry flavored Arbor Mist which I kept for nights like this. I didn't find it, something that surprised me beyond words.

"I could've sworn I had that damn bottle in there..." I muttered as I flipped the light switch on to check my cabinets for another one. I jumped and put my hand to my chest over my heart when I noticed him sitting at his usual seat at my table. He was staring at me with those alluring blue eyes of his, his mouth in a thin line. He was a lot paler than he was when I last saw him and his hair was a whole lot messier as well.

"Where were you?" he asked in a low growl. I stood perfectly still, examining him, analyzing him. He was wearing jet black pants and a white long sleeved shirt, unbuttoned. I felt my own face go pale as I noticed the crimson stains near the wrist cuffs. I looked at the table next to him... there was my empty strawberry arbor mist bottle. In fact there were ALL of my liquor bottles on the table, some half drunk, some completely empty. And along with that mess of alcohol was my exacto-knife which I used to cut out things without bothering with scissors.

"I was at work."

"Were you really?" he asked. He didn't wobble as he walked towards me and shoved me against the wall. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head, leaning in to the point where his face was a mere inch from mine. My breathing quickened as my heart started racing. His breath stank of alcohol as he started laughing quietly into my ear. "Does your boss keep you there this late, you stinking whore?" he asked, tracing the coffee stain on my blouse. I didn't reply, partly from thinking of what to say and partly from the shock of his calling me something other than 'precious'. I was too quiet for too long, something for which I was punished by a slap to the face.

"ANSWER ME!" he screamed into my ear and I couldn't fight my natural instinct to cry. My eyes watered and I bit my lip for a second.

"Master, you are my boss." It was true. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I worked for him, I probably wouldn't even be in this mess. He seemed to have the same thought as me, for he released my wrists, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, resting his chin on my head.

"So why did you come home so late?" he murmured, stroking my hair which I'd left down for the day. This sudden mood change frightened me as well.

"Claire's been out sick for a week and today I got a letter from Emily Snoyarck in management that if I didn't make up the work Claire had left, I'd be out of a job." I sighed, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I put my hand on his shoulder and let it trace down his arm, stopping at his wrist. I slowly gripped it, turning it around and lifting the sleeve to reveal the wound beneath. He shoved me against the wall again, growling.

"Seto, let me see!" I said rather than cowering as I usually did. This concerned me beyond words… I thought I'd helped him overcome that. He growled again and moved to slap me again, but I blocked his attack. This time it was me that shoved him against the wall, though it took some strength I didn't have from having had a long day. I pulled his hand and pushed up his sleeve, revealing the fresh wound that bled there. He closed his eyes and started laughing again with that sinister laugh he met me with. I took him by the hand and led him to my room where I had him lie down on the bed. Reaching into the cabinet I kept next to my bed, I took out my first aid kit.

After cleaning his wound and bandaging it properly, I looked at him, my eyes tearful. He seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed and his breathing slowed.

"How could you?" I whispered, taking one last glimpse at him before heading to the bathroom. I let the hot water run and the bathroom steam up before undressing and climbing into the shower. Leaning against the wall, I let the hot water run down my body as if washing away the day. I closed my eyes for a moment, the thought of his now bandaged wound still plaguing my mind. It wasn't until then that I realized exactly how long it had been since he'd visited me.

Unless I was mistaken, it had been three and a half months. It'd been a long time, but due to his visits having become less frequent, I hadn't minded.

"Not until I find him drunk and bleeding in the darkness of my kitchen." I said, frowning. I slipped slowly against the wall and down towards the bottom of the tub, letting the hot water fall down on me. Curling into a ball, I lay down, consumed in my thoughts and exhaustion. As my eyes started closing slowly, I struggled to get myself to get up again. Just what I needed to make my day worse; falling asleep in the shower.

I lazily towel dried myself and crawled into bed, indifferent to my being naked. I snuggled up against him, putting one hand over his now bare chest and stroking him gently. My hand went down by his stomach and I was surprised at how much thinner he was than before.

'That explains his paleness..' I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

The morning light's warmth woke me up come morning. It was Saturday and I had that and the next day off work, so why bother getting up? I rolled over, groaning, then opened my eyes as my body came in contact with something warm. Under messy brown hair and surrounded by sickly pale skin were those blue eyes again. It wasn't until now that I saw him in light that I noticed how pale he'd really gotten. He'd been watching me sleep… for how long, I did not know.

"You're beautiful in the morning," he murmured, reaching out towards my messy hair and tucking it behind my ear, "I'm sorry I've never seen you in the morning before."

I looked at him in shock at the realization. It was true… he'd always be gone by the time I awakened. As I opened my mouth to ask him about the night before, his lips cut me off and the rendezvous we'd missed out on the night before took place.

Sometime around midday I crawled out of bed and changed into some jeans and a tee. My fridge was empty, my liquor was gone and I needed to go shopping. As I went to my room to tell him, I found him already dressed.

"You're leaving, master?" I asked, looking at him curiously. He shook his head and for a rare moment he smiled.

"I'm spending the day with you."

He must've seen the shock in my face because he grinned and came up to me, tilting my head up so my eyes met with his.

In a matter of minutes we were off to the local store. He wore the shirt from the night before, or at least I thought it was. Had he brought a change of clothes with him? And when had he put on some cologne?

My mind was flooded with questions as we drove silently to the store. Upon entering, I was surprised no one had noticed him. After all, he probably owned the store we were shopping in. it would make sense, considering how he owned much of Domino…

Just the appearance of his pushing a market cart was comical. I smiled as I picked up items randomly and dropped them into the cart. I led him over to an abandoned part of the store where I filled the remaining space of the cart with tofu and soy products. He looked at me curiously and actually laughed when I told him I was a vegetarian.

"The things you learn…" he said as he swerved us towards the register. I left him for a moment and came back with a few bottles of Arbor Mist and we both pretended not to notice the other was there as I put them in the cart. When all the items had been scanned, he paid without asking me and we made our way to the car once more.

After having a decent meal with him, he didn't leave, but rather sat and watched me as I went around cleaning my apartment. Late in the afternoon when I was done, he took me in his arms and we sat watching a movie on the TV. I don't think either one of us was paying attention to what was going on.

"Master, why did you do it?" I finally asked to break the silence. I took the arm I'd bandaged the night before and traced my finger over it, then looked up at him.

"You weren't home."

And as simply as that, the conversation ended.

After the movie, I made us both dinner and we ate together in silence. As I finished the last bite on my plate, he stood up and made me stand up as well. Knowing where it would head, didn't resist and let him trail kisses from my jaw bone, down my neck and to my collar bone and back. I didn't resist as he took me in his arms and carried me out of the kitchen and to my room, where I knew it would lead anyway. I didn't resist as he lay me down on the bed and gently tied my hands again. I didn't complain as he tightened the rope and I felt it tear my flesh slightly. I didn't complain as I let him take me again…

I woke up the following morning. I was unbound, devoid of clothing and he was gone.

I'd made him happy again… I mean, that was the point of it all, right? His happiness before mine at whatever cost…

Yet as I traced my fingers over my lips where he had roughly bit them and bled them the night before, I couldn't help but ask myself how long he'd need me and whether he'd tell me before he decided to stop seeing me again.

Sighing, I stood up and went to shower to clear the thoughts from my head.