Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Master ❯ My Birthday! -Part Two- ( Chapter 6 )

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"Anything For Master" - Chapter 06

My Birthday - Part Two

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. If I did, I'd own Ryou, his yami Bakura and Seto Kaiba, in which case I'd be a very happy girl and would be too busy to be writing this fic, let alone getting on the computer.

Author's Note: So after reading the reviews, I'm wondering... should I name the character? I guess I should explain my reasoning behind it. When I started writing this story, it was on a spur of the moment. I wasn't really considering getting serious with it, but hey, look at me now, I'm writing chapter six. So why have I kept her nameless? I mean, he gave her the pet name of "Precious" and since it's in first person, I don't need to really have her stating her name.

The way I see it, this way she can be anyone you want her to be; a friend, a character from the show, me (for some reason my friend pictures the narrator as me), or you. However, if you do want her to have a name, please leave a Review stating so. You can give suggestions even :-)

Though I'm still considering whether or not she should have a name..

Thanks!

Now on with the story...

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"Master, you didn't have to really do this," I murmured as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He simply gave me a soft smile and kissed my forehead. After releasing me, he took me by the arm and led me out the door. Up front a limousine was already waiting, the driver holding the door open for me. As my master went in after me, I turned to look at him.

"Master?"

"Yes, precious?"

"Why are you doing this?"

He lost his soft smile as his eyes locked onto mine, the look cold enough to make a chill run down my spine. He frowned.

"So you don't want this," he said.

"Master, it's not that. I'm just not used to being treated so... so..." I searched for the words in my mind.

"Special," he finished my sentence, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips. I kissed him back and he pulled away. His azure eyes turned towards the window, looking at the places we passed instead of me. For a moment I felt hurt, wondering why he never seemed to like it when I

The driver drove for what seemed like ages. I didn't mind the wait, however, since Master kept an arm around me, one hand holding mine. I kept a smile on so I wouldn't bother him again, but inside my mind was racing. Master was never this nice, this soft, and this gentle with me. He was treating me like I was something to be protected and treasured. Before I thought it any further, we stopped. The driver came over and opened the door for us, offering to help me out of the car but Master helped me instead.

I looked around, noticing the absolute lack of people.

"Master?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Shhh," he said, kissing me briefly on the cheek and leading me to a stone archway. As I entered, I gasped when I saw a brick pathway leading through what seemed like miles of flowers. It was a garden I had only heard about and never could afford to visit on my salary, for it was for the elite of society. I looked up at Master as he looked down on me, his expression soft.

"Master, it's beautiful!" I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my forehead.

"I remembered this place when I saw the look in your eyes when you saw the garden. I was planning on bringing you here and this morning you gave me the perfect reason to."

It was just perfect. The rest of the afternoon we spent walking through the garden, eventually ending up at a beautiful fountain. The bottom looked like an open seashell, a rose coming out of its center. As you followed the pattern up, you'd see numerous plant vine designs carved into the stone, eventually leading up to the rose from which the water came out of. There was a marble bench next to the fountain at which I took a seat.

I closed my eyes for a moment, making sure the image was still in my mind after not seeing it, thus making sure I'd be able to remember it later. After a moment, I opened them and turned to face Master, who wasn't sitting next to me, but rather on one knee in front of me. I looked at him in surprise, words failing to form on my lips. He simply smiled, taking my hands in his own and resting them on my lap. It wasn't until I felt his touch that assured me he was real that I managed to speak.

"Master… what are you doing?"

He smiled.

"Practicing, now look towards your left."

As I turned, he did as well and we faced a man standing there with a camera in his hand. He snapped a shot then paused as Master took a seat on the bench, leaning in and aligning his head next to mine. The man snapped another picture then moved in front of us.

I was speechless.

For the next few minutes, Master and I silently posed for different pictures. For the last one, he had me sit on his lap, tilted my chin up with one hand, wrapped his free arm around my waist and kissed me. When he pulled away, he nodded curtly to the photographer who left the same way he came.

"Mast-"

"I did it for you," he said simply, still holding me. I tilted my head in curiosity and ended up resting it on his shoulder.

"So is that why you had me dressed up? For pictures?"

"The only person I've ever taken a picture with is my brother," he started.

"I've seen the picture in your office," I said. "You two are adorable! But why would you want a picture with me?"

He kept his smile on.

"I've never really cared for someone other than my brother before… until now."

I was confused. What was Master trying to tell me? Yet as I sat there and his words were sinking in, I felt strange. All this time I'd let him do what he wished with me.. I was supposed to be something for him to use and dispose of when he was done. I was supposed to be his free, private therapy. His way of coping with things… I'd never really pictured him acting the way he was now.

"Master?"

"My brother's getting married and he asked me to bring someone to the wedding. I'd be honored if you came with me."

"Anything for you, Master, you know that. But that still doesn't answer my question… why the pictures?"

"I love you and if I can't have you with me twenty four hours a day, I at least need some reminder of you to keep me okay," he stated simply, his grip on me tightening to that uncomfortable and bruising embrace I'd grown accustomed to. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder and nuzzling my head against his neck. I'm not sure how long we had been like that, but eventually the sunlight dimmed as the sun neared the horizon, ready to set.

"Oh master, I need to go," I said after glancing at the sun.

"Where?"

"My friend was going to take me out somewhere for my birthday, but he doesn't know where to meet me and he said he'd call-"

My words faded when I watched him reach into a pocket of his suit. He pulled out a silver shape I knew too well and handed it to me. He had my phone… HE HAD MY PHONE! My phone! Before I could say anything, it vibrated the moment it touched my hands. I glanced at the screen and read UNKNOWN NUMBER again.

"Hello?" I asked, Master leaning in and putting his head next to mine with the phone in between us.

"Hey there! You didn't forget our little meeting tonight, did you?"

"Oh of course not, hee hee. Actually I was wondering if you'd call," I said, smiling at the sound of his voice. Master still held me, though this time he let his hands trace over my sides. He almost made me let out a giggle, except I bit my lip.

"Well my sweet, listen, I think I can pick you up at your home. Will seven o' clock be okay?"

"Sure!" I said quickly, but suddenly remembered he didn't know where I live, "Wait, which home?"

I guess Master took it the wrong way because he dug his fingers into my sides, a whimper escaping my mouth.

"If I remember correctly… wait, what was that?"

"Oh uh.. I hit my, uh, toe on something… You remember how clumsy I am, I'm sure.."

"No, actually I don't remember you being clumsy at all…"

Silence.

"But listen, just give me your address and I'll pick you up at seven."

It took less than a minute for him to get the address to my apartment down. Afterwards we hung up and I turned to Master. He didn't speak to me, but rather wrapped his arm around my waist possessively as we made our way out of the garden. We passed a group of men at a gazebo who looked over at us, but one look from him shot them all down. I couldn't help but smile as we entered the limousine.

"I'll drop you off at your apartment," he said, "It's six twenty."

After giving the driver my address, I took my seat next to Master again, seeing him in a slightly different light.

I couldn't help but wonder, though, if come tomorrow he'd go back to treating me like he did. Had he really meant those three words?

We came to a stop at my apartment. He got out and held the door for me, kissing me on the cheek goodnight before letting me go on to my apartment. I entered the building and got in the elevator, pressing the number for my floor. My fingers had hardly left the number button when someone gently pressed me against the wall, taking my hands and pinning them above my head.