Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Before the Night ( Chapter 4 )

 

Chapter Four: before the night

 

Disclaimer: who wants to own Yu-Gi-Oh? I just want to own Kaiba. Leather, whips and candles are separate purchase's of course.

 

 

Dinner, was supposed to be an enjoyable meeting amongst family. Dinner was supposed to be gravy and potatoes and chicken. Dinner was supposed to be a pleasure filled experience.

 

But, sitting in front of a plate full of tofu and sushi, at a table ten feet long, with Kaiba at one end, and me at the other, silence hanging with a deadened tension in the air, dinner was everything but, what it was supposed to be.

 

I felt that I should say something, anything really, just to break the silence, but if I did I knew I would mess stuff up and end up out on my ass. Totally not somewhere I wanted to go. So I just sat there, poking the gross rice covered raw fish…thing, that I was expected to eat.

 

Kaiba was watching me, I knew it, I could feel the icy stare from across the ten foot table, an amazing feet in itself. He was probably trying to find out what was wrong. I was so proud I knew something that a multi-billionaire didn't. That my vision was slowly fading from view, and in the next two weeks, would go blind. A twisted way to boost my ego, but it worked.

 

I stabbed the tofu with my chopsticks, and jumped back when it bounced off the plate to crash to the floor with the light sound of `blop'. My eyes wide I looked up at the one chuckling across the table from me. Oooooh, the prick had the galls to laugh at me…when I was making such an effort to eat this crap. I felt the anger burn and fizz behind my cheek bones, but told my self, that one day I would get him back, and force feed him a cheese burger.

 

No wonder the guy was so skinny and hot, he ate nothing but this….fat free….carb free… no actual taste….but somehow classified as food….. Crap!

 

Someday, I was going to show him the wonders of French fries, those sticks of deep fried goodness that must have been a gift from the angels.

 

“You know Kaiba, maybe there's a reason why tofu is classified as a plastic….” I grumble, not expecting him to hear me.

 

“In your dictionary maybe, but in real life, it's a healthy accepted dish, served on the best of tables.”

 

The haughty answer only made me even more agitated. I had accepted my fate as a cripple, but did he really have to try and get me to eat this stuff…starvation is a better option than swallowing tofu! I stuck my lip out in a pout and stood up, pushing my plate away.

 

“I've just realized I'm not all that hungry. See you tomorrow Kaiba.” I mumbled and, without looking him in the eyes, trudged out of the extensively too large dinning room.

 

When we had first entered the house, Kaiba had lead me to my room, a guest bedroom beside his, and then told me dinner was in five then disappeared into his bedroom, with a slam of his door. So I had set up, messing up the bed, opening the blinds and re arranging everything that was in it. Yes, I admit I was just trying to make it seem more like home, but really I was trying to waste time, seeing as how I have all the time in the world now.

 

So now I trudged up the large stairs, hands in my pockets, and head slouched, thinking on how much I would have to do to prepare myself in the two week period. I had to memorize the amount of stairs, scents of the different rooms and even the feel of everyone's face with my fingers.

 

26, there was 26 steps on the main stairs…damn…I have a lot of counting ahead of me….

 

Feeling really down and not to mention hungry I was about to push my way through my bedroom door, when a maid rushed past me, with a tray in hand. She glanced over her shoulder then skid to a stop, and rushed over to me. now here's to funny part, she was smiling, a maid who worked for Seto Kaiba was happy. She grabbed my hand and tugged, at this I tugged back, thinking she wanted to take me back to the tofu loving millionaire. She frowned and tugged back, a little harder. I wondered why she hadn't spoken yet, but passed it off as another stupid rule that Kaiba probably laid down. This time I let her drag me a little farter down the hall and we stopped at a door. She pushed it open to reveal a dark blue room, with a huge four poster bed with back silk sheets and a mural of a Chinese dragon on the far wall. Me eyes widened and I looked at the maid, she smiled again and handing me the tray shoved me through the door and slammed it behind me.

 

Then it hit me….ooooh! the conniving little snake of a maid! This was Kaiba's room! I took a hesitant step forward and looked around, finding it hard to see in the dark. I was starting to get curious, and I felt the need to snoop get harder and harder to resist as I made my way to the middle of the room. That was until I heard the handle turn. Now, I knew it wasn't my fault that I was in there, and it wasn't my fault that Kaiba and I really didn't like each other much, but thinking through what his reaction would be if he saw me, I freaked out, so with an eep! Of fear I dropped the tray and dove under the bed, just as the door swung open.

 

Surrounded by cold wood and rough carpet, and darkness, I could vaguely hear the irritated mumbling of Kaiba as he made his way into the room, slamming the door behind him. I could hear my breathing heavy in my ears the beat of my heart seemed to be so loud that I could barely tell if it was my heart or the sound that Kaiba's fist would be making on my head when he found me hiding under his bed.

 

“Bloody stupid mutt, gonna starve himself, damn confusing…..ARG!” I hid my snicker as I heard the clink of the metal tray being kicked away; obviously he had found his dinner the hard way…hehehe…..

 

Wait! Not the time to be taking humor in Kaiba's pain, I have to save that for later, maybe when I've gotten him tied to the bed with red silk scarves…hmmmm….that sounds nice……

 

“Who's in here?” Kaiba's booming voice demanded from the middle of the room, and my fantasy evaporated.

 

“Uh…no one?” I replied without thinking, yet again that day I felt the need to bash my head against something hard, stupid mouth!!

 

Shit…this is so not good.