Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Master ❯ My Vacation? ( Chapter 3 )

Anything for Master: Chapter 03

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: Thanks to Sakura Li Samurai, Suzy and The Rave Raven for reviewing :-) I was actually just writing this story out of randomness, not really thinking of continuing it or anything. I've had the idea playing with my head for a while and decided to put it into writing.

To Sakura Li Samurai: Thanks! As for the other story, I'll update it as soon as my idea for that story starts flowing again :-)

To Suzy: He abuses her because she lets him, as a way of coping with his problems. Instead of resorting to self-mutilation, she prefers to have him use her and abuse her anyway he pleases just to make him happy. After all, it's his happiness that matters no matter what. As for the master... I'm hoping to explain that in this chapter. Thanks for asking! Usually I just go on and write whatever flows out of my finger tips on the keyboard, but don't really think about whether people want to know the background to it or not :-/

To The Rave Raven: Thanks! And yes, Seto's quite the evil one :) I like him evil! I don't like it sometimes when he's all goody goody or extra nice in a story... he's a scorpio! hehehe... *has a thing for scorpios*

Anywho, on with the story ^_^

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I was sitting at my desk, neatly re-arranging my supplies in the drawers. I was supposed to be getting a 2 weeks paid vacation starting Monday and I had already left all my work ready for Claire to do for me while I was away. Call it getting back at her for her being out sick...

It's not mean. It's only me being fair.

As I stared at the clock, waiting for five o' clock to roll around, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this extension 1502?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"The boss would like to see you this instant."

"Err.. Ms. Snoyarck wants to see me?"

The woman laughed.

"No, silly, Mr. Kaiba would like to see you promptly. His office is on the highest floor past the double doors. I'm his secretary and I'm heading off work right now, so just knock at his office when you arrive and he'll let you in. Goodbye!"

She hung up before I had a chance to reply. This was rather strange... why would he want to see me? I glanced at the calendar... it had only been about a week since he visited me. I glanced around my desk to make sure I'd packed what needed to be packed, grabbed my briefcase and headed towards the elevators. By the time I got to them, it was 5:05 p.m. and it was full of anxious people getting out of work to start their weekend. I had to wait until it went all the way to the first floor before the elevator decided to go up to the last floor. I was alone when the elevator came to a stop and opened to the grand hallway before me.

There was an empty desk towards the right of the double doors. Clearly the woman I'd spoken to had just left. Making my way up to the double doors, I knocked and stood up straight, making myself presentable. I heard a 'come in' and opened the door, walking into the cold room. I went towards the cherry wood desk and stood before it.

"You requested to see me, sir?" I asked in a neutral tone. He'd never seen me during work save for the first time the whole mess had began.

"Yes. Take a seat."

I glanced at his chair but it was empty. Where his voice had come from, I had no idea. I took a seat at the chair in front of his desk, setting my briefcase at the side.

"It is my understanding that you have a two week vacation starting Monday?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are still being paid during this vacation, are you not?"
"Yes, sir, yes I am."

"So in which case, you'll still be paid even if you're not in the office. That means you're still working for me during those two weeks."

"Yes, sir, I guess that's true."

"Good." I heard a whisper in my ear as arms wrapped around me. I gasped… he was colder than the room was. I tilted my head to the right, exposing my neck as I tried to get a good glimpse of him, but he took advantage of that and leaned in to suck on it gently.

I closed my eyes as the memory of when this mess began came flooding in.

I was to put the forms on his desk and walk out. According to everyone, they hadn't seen Mr. Kaiba all day so they were sure he hadn't shown up for work. Taking my time, I took the elevator up to the top floor. It was after eight and I had stayed preparing the very forms I now held in my hand. Opening the door, I looked at the desk and the black executive chair that was turned to face the opposite wall.

I placed the forms on his desk and then took a seat at the chair in front of the desk. Since I was the only one left, or so I thought, I figured I needn't be so formal. Taking off the damned tie, I stuffed it in my pocket. I looked at the frame on the fancy desk that held a picture of a boy with dark brown hair, alluring blue eyes, and an even younger boy with long black hair and similar eyes. I smiled and stared, entranced by the boy's eyes.

My distraction was interrupted when I heard a sort of seething breathing coming from a door nearby. 'Someone's in the bathroom?' I thought to myself as I made my way over there, knocking. The seething continued and I made my way inside, shocked at what I found. The man in there was leaning against the wall, slowly digging the point of a blade into his arm just about two inches from his vein. Not enough to kill him, but enough to do some damage.

I approached him slowly and called out to him, but he seemed to be entranced with watching the droplets of blood start coming out. His teeth were clenched as he breathed, causing the seething sound.

"HEY!" I said and turned him around. I didn't look at his face, but rather at his heavily damaged arm. He kept his eyes locked on the blood and dropped the blade, a look of relief appearing on his sharp features. He squeezed his arm to bring out more blood and I didn't know what to do. I took his face in my hands and made him look at me, shock and worry written all over my face. I hadn't realized my eyes had watered until a few tears rolled down my cheek.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" I asked, my eyes locked onto his alluring blue ones. I didn't know who he was, but for the moment I didn't care.

"Fuck off!" he said then looked to the ground to find the blade.

"I asked you a question and I want an answer!" I replied, pushing his head back. He looked at me, a small smirk on his face.

"What is it to you?" he asked, finally making a move and pushing me against the opposite wall. He put his hands to block me from the sides, his bleeding wrist just inches from my face.

"It's a lot to me." I said, glaring at him. He laughed then reached into his pocket, taking out a sharp pointed pen. He walked backwards and leaned against the opposite wall, ignoring me as the tip of the pen kissed his wrist. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him do it so I grabbed the hand with the pen and put it over my extended arm. "If you want to hurt anything, hurt ME!"

His smirk dissapeared and was replaced by a look of curiousity. As if to test me, he dug the tip of the pen into my wrist, watching the blood seeth out. He seemed disgusted in what I had done and pushed my hand away, but I only brought it closer to his face.

"SEE THIS? This is what you're doing to yourself!"

He didn't reply. Instead he pushed me against the wall again, his hands slipping around my waist as he sobbed into my hair. After what felt like an eternity, he let me go, grabbed my by the shoulders and looked at me, confused. I didn't know what to do...

"Look, I got an apartment not too far from here and we can go and talk things out, okay?" I asked him, my tone as calming as possible. He nodded and we exited the building wordlessly. We came to my apartment where I dressed his wounds...

I'd managed to get him to show me where else he'd hurt himself. I felt my heart break as I saw each scar, some that had obviously been healing but were reopened again. I promised him I'd help him in any way possible just so long as he promised me not to hurt himself anymore...

I left the room to change my clothes quickly (since he'd stained them with his blood when he wrapped his arms around my waist) and came back to find him toying with the pen he'd had earlier. Right as he brought it close to his hand, I ran towards him and jumped on him, knocking him over in the process. As we lay on the floor, I kept his arms apart with my own. I brought my face by his ear and whispered "What did I tell you?"

He looked so confused. He closed his eyes and asked me if I'd really let him use me... I told him I would, thus sealing my fate.

He'd told me his name after he asked me for rope. As I asked him whether I should refer to him professionaly or use his first name, he told me that with the promise I'd pretty much given myself to service him. He owned me. He was my master, and I should refer to him as such.

I found it silly at the time, so I agreed. He smiled a genuine smile and "let the games begin"... the painful games that I'd joined in to play so long as I kept him safe from himself.

I told him if he ever needed me again, to just come to me. Wordlessly, I gave him the keys to my apartment. He nodded, got dressed and left.

It wasn't until morning the next day when I saw the rope placed neatly on the cabinet next to my drawer, the torn flesh on my wrists from the binding, as well as several blood stains around my body (whether his or mine, I couldn't tell) that I asked myself why I had just given myself to him like that. I showed up to work and asked someone if they had seen him that day, giving my delivering the papers as an excuse.

"Ah yes, and he was back with his fiering attitude again this morning."

"...Is that normal?"

"As normal as he'll ever be! I haven't seen him this flared up for work in a while.... It reminds me of when he was in high school," the blue-eyed burnette told me. She smiled and waved as she headed off and I smiled to myself, my fingers tracing over my bandaged left wrist. I'd helped him at least somehow.

The memory faded away as it had come, all my attention going to the feelings of pleasure deriving from the attention to my neck. I bit my lip but when I let it go, I also let a small moan escape. He grabbed my arm roughly and I stood up, taking my briefcase.

"So do you have any plans for what to do this vacation?" he asked as we made our way to the elevator. I shook my head.

"I was planning on staying in town and maybe go house hunting," I replied then bit my tongue before going any further. He stopped and looked at me with a blank expression.

"You're moving?"

"Well.. I've always wanted a home instead of just a small apartment…" I smiled, looking past him at the wall. Ever since I was small I'd wanted my own home and now that I'd saved up enough money over the years, I had enough to buy a nice home I'd seen in my neighborhood. Master, however, seemed to take it the wrong way.

He didn't speak to me as he grabbed me roughly by the arm and threw me into the elevator. We immediately went to the parking lot where he grabbed my elbow and led me to his car. He pushed me into it too quickly for me to notice what kind of car it was.

Where was I going? I didn't know. He turned on the music loudly… too loud. I covered my ears, afraid they might burst, and just stared at him. He sped out of the lot and drove down the streets.

We stopped in front of large, black gates.