Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Desire Never Dies (Seto Kaiba) ❯ CH7 ( Chapter 7 )

Desire never Dies [a Seto story] 07

 

~~… It wasn't loving him that scared me, it was realising that he loved me…~~

 

Walking into the bar you'd been working for the past two weeks since you got caught with Seto, you did a quick sweep of the room, picking out the regulars, new faces and ones you knew about because of this case. “Misty! Get back here!” your boss Dave Johnson, yelled waving you over. Surprising a sigh you walk over, jump the bar and get to work. Two hours later, 11:00pm you walked over to one of the booths to deliver an order when you heard what was said in the next booth over.

“Yeah, Kaiba isn't worth crap any more, ever since his girl ditched `im he stoped the good stuff.”

“I know that surgery he had done to save her life, the technology used man, he could create his own army!”

Giving the drinks to the couple in front of you, you turn to go when the guy in the booth said “Well the boss says ta get rid of the genius so dat's what we do,” his words cutting into your heart.

“Hay, sugar come `ere!” the guy shouted grabbing the back of your shirt. Holding your breath you let it out slowly as you turn with an innocent smile “Yes, what can I do for you?” you ask. “Oh honey you could do a lot for me,” his friend sneered. “Yes, I'm sure I could but I really do have to get back to work so unless you want a drink you should let go of my shirt,” you say sweetly.

 

“Oooo, feisty I like that,” he said pulling you closer, laughing you say “Feisty, you think this is feisty, man you really need to get out more,” turning you wrap one hand around his thick wrist and start applying pressure. Suddenly a small target circle came into your vision and sat on his face, the power in your arm more than human strong. “Now,” you start in a low, mesmerising voice, a siren's song “you're going to let go of my shirt and I'm going to walk away as if nothing happened,” you watched the shock then fear take over his face. “You're the one,” his friend said cruelty in his voice, “The woman that Kaiba did that surgery on, the one more robot than woman,” making it all come back.

 

8 years ago, your 16, this is before you and Seto hooked up.

 

The smell of smoke woke you, sitting up you look around choking on the toxic air, flames licked the walls, all around you and were starting to eat at your bed. Pulling a hand over your face you scream “Mom!” coughing you climb out of your bed and rush to the door. Touching the nob you pull back with a small cry, your hand now red, burned, “Okay just as dad showed,” you whisper, you hadn't used your powers since you were 12 when your mom and dad finial got a divorce and your mom brought you over to Japan. Slowly, too slow for your liking you watch the nob turn before something behind it blow up, shattering the door into sharp fragments and sent you flying backwards. As you hit the wall you felt the sharp pieces of wood shred threw your flesh.

 

Waking up you look around with your left eye, your right was covered in bandages, you were in a room like one in a hospital but for some reason you didn't think it was one. The door off to your left opened and Seto walked in wearing what you would have called a lab coat if it hadn't been a rich blue. “Seto,” you breath, you realised your voice was somewhat different, soft, melodious, beautiful, mesmerising, alluring and husky. Coughing you frown “Where am I? How did I get here? Is my mom okay?” you ask anxious. Raising an eyebrow he walked over “You're at Kaiba Corp. your mother is fine and will be down later today and how you got here is you almost died,” he explained. Picking up a chart he made some noises about how you were going to be fine and when you coughed again he looked up “Is your throat sore?” he asked.

 

“Yes and no, how long have I been out?” you ask annoyed that your voice hadn't changed. “Three weeks, you've been in an induced coma for most of it, to help your body cope with the changes,” he said. You noticed he was volunteering a lot of information, “What changes?” you ask cautiously, suddenly worried. “You were still in the building when it collapsed, both your legs, arms and your right eye were damaged beyond repair along with your vocal cords,” he said studying your reaction. Fear hit you hard, jerking up you realise you still had two legs and two arms “You were just joking!” you accuse him. “No, we replaced your limbs, voice box and eye with state of the art prosthetics, Kaiba Corporation has been waiting for someone willing to try but there aren't may people interested in experimental prosthetics when you have to loss your original,” he said. When you frowned, a question in your eyes he said “The doctors had done all they could, amputating everything that was too damaged, you were in a coma and your mother was asking questions when I went in with Mokuba to see you. I over heard and while Mokuba was in with you I told your mother about what we were developing. She really wanted a normal life for you, she said you were strange enough, which you'll have to explain later, anyway she agreed that we could bring you here for the procedure and rehabilitation,”

 

Someone's pain filled scream brought you back to yourself and you realised that you'd accidentally crushed the mans wrist, shattering the bone. The shriek of pain rippled through the room, everyone falling silent and the band stoped to stare at the three of you. Jerking away you glare at the man as he huddled around his wounded arm, bitting down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. “Dave! Call an ambulance!” you yell calmly, eight years ago you were turned from teenage freak with psychic powers to a teenage freak with robotic limbs, super strength, speed, hearing, sight, a magical voice and psychic powers. Moment's later Dave came over and bouncers moved in to hold back the crowd, pushing them towards the exits and Dave asked, “Misty, what the hell just happened?” “I have no clue,” you say your voice empty of everything. “Well the police and ambos will be here in a moment so I'd like to know how that man broke the wrist you were holding,” he snapped. Sighing you shake your head, “Fine, he grabbed my shirt, made several unwanted sexual overturns and wouldn't let me go, I grabbed his wrist to prevent harm to myself and ended up crushing his wrist when his friend said something that brought back an unwanted memory,” you tell him.

 

“I don't want to know, go sit over on a stool were I can see you while I see how bad it is,” he shook his head as he spoke. Suddenly you were sixteen again, just learning how to use your new limbs, you'd done something similar at Kaiba Corp shaking one of the lab coats hands and crushed it while tearing the muscles in his arm. Sighing, you shake off like a dog just coming out of water and went to sit were you were told.

 

…

 

Hours later you sat in the police precinct, cuffs around your wrists, an officer on the other side of the table and charges on the table. You'd managed to shatter the man, John Matthews's wrist, turning the bone into a fine powder and he'd never be able to do much with his hand again. Nerves and tendons are funny little things. “So, Ms Havan, care to explain how you managed to crush a mans wrist as thick as your biceps?” Detective Phillip Carter asked. He was average, so ordinary it was extraordinary, pail brown eyes, fare skin, nondescript brown hair, empty, cop voice and a brown suit with a white business shirt. “Not really, I'd like my call first,” you reply calmly giving him nothing but, tired, bored eyes and an impassive expression. “Answer the question and you'll get your call,” he countered. “I need to ask someone if I can tell how I crushed John's wrist or not so…” you say showing him both your palms as you do a slow blink. “Mr Matthews seems to believe your some kind of robot, like a half human-half robot, is that true?” he asked probably thinking the more questions he asked the more he'd were you down. “No dice Carter, wake me when I can make my call,” you say yawning, crossing your arms as best you could you lay your head down and close your eyes.

 

“Fine! Make your call but I want answers, good ones!” he snapped pulling out him mobile and tossing it, too fast and hard for a normal person to catch unless practised in such things. Grabbing it no problem you smile “Baseball?” you ask dropping your tone down another level so it was like a caress against his brain. “Yes, how did you catch that? And don't tell me baseball,” he said watching your face. “I'll let you know in a minute,” you say dialling Seto's number.

“Kaiba,” he sounded so sleepy, sexy.

“Hay, sex muffin I need your help,”

“Misty? … Did you just call me sex muffin?”

“Yes on both accounts. So can I have some help or are you going to tell me to stick it and get some more zzz's?”

“What do you need?” he sounded worried

“Umm well lets see, I need to know if I can tell a cop how I managed to turn human bone into powder, for you to come down to the station and bail me out and most of all I need a hug from the sexiest man I've ever seen,”

“And who's that?”

“You silly, now can you come down or do I have to wait until dawn?”

 

“Hmm, I really should leave you until at least dawn, you know for not answering your phone or telling me what happened and how much trouble our…fun got you into,”

“Seto,” you whin

“But since you asked so nicely I'll be down in half, and tell what ever you have to, just stay out of trouble,”

Grinning you say, “Thanks, you're the greatest,” hanging up you hand the phone back to Carter. “So what's the verdict?” he asked, “I have prosthetic limbs, when I was younger I was court in a fire and almost died, I was given experimental treatment to replace both my arms, legs, voice box and my right eye,” you explain. When he just stared at you, you sighed and said “Mr Kaiba will be down soon to explain,” before pulling both legs up onto your seat wrapped your arms around them not realising that as you did you snapped the chain between the cuffs. Resting your head on you knees you close your eyes and listen to his breathing, which was normal.

 

After a while there was a knock on the door before it opened and Seto and younger police officer walked in, standing instantly you walk into his waiting arms, burying your face into his chest. “Hay, Kitten,” he whispered, kissing your ear. “Hay,” you whisper back breathing in his sent. “Good morning, [it's like 2:30 in the morning], Mr Kaiba,” Carter started his voice pulling you apart “I'm Detective Phillip Carter,” holding out his hand he waited. Shaking his hand Seto asked “So, Detective, what has my fiance' done this time?” as if he asked it all the time. Frowning at him you shot him a dirty look, which anyone else would have interpreted toward the cut about being in trouble all the time, but it was actually about saying you were engaged when you weren't. Smirking he winked a unrepentant “Oh,” Carter said shocked before saying “She somehow managed to crush a mans wrist as thick, or thicker than your own, turning the bone into powder and seems unable to explain how she managed to do so.”

 

“It's easy to explain, she has state of the art prosthetic replacements courtesy of my company after an accident at her home,” Seto explained “Because of this she now has the strength to…lift a car, run around 60km per hour and bend cold iron with her grip.” Somehow he made what you had a hard time explaining sound so basic you felt incredibly stupid. “Unfortunately, if she losses concentration, becomes distracted while doing something, say fighting or shaking someone's hand, well what happened to your victim should give you a good enough explication,” he finished taking your hand. “So, how does she feel?” the younger officer asked frowning, and when Carter shot him a dark look he look embarrassed. Smiling sweetly you say “Nanobots,” looking at him your voice melodious, beautiful and compelling. “Huh?” he asked dazed, giving you a dark look Seto said “Tiny little robots that connect her prosthetic to her nervous system, every sensation except pain is transmitted.”

 

“That would make her very dangerous,” Carter said carefully. “In the wrong hands yes, but until recently she's been working for the government,” Seto said and Carter said “And now she works in a bar,” his voice full of scorn. “It's an in between job, moneys honest so it can't be that bad a job,” Seto said coldly, looking down at you he asked “You ready to go?” Nodding you say “More than ready.” As you both turned to go Carter stepped quickly in front of the door blocking your path “I'm sorry but only you can go Mr Kaiba, Ms Havan has to stay here,” he said a little flustered. Tuning your mind to his you hear his thoughts “If I keep her here Trunks can come pick her up and his boys can fetch brain boy,” the one thing you hated more than anything was crooked cops. “Sir, Mr Kaiba's already payed his fiancee's bail,” the younger cop said as you tuned to him “I wonder why he's acting so strange and why Kaiba's engagement was never mentioned on TV.” Turning your head to one side you cough to hide a laugh, frowning Seto asks, “Is your throat playing up again?” looking up a him you let him see the amusement in your gaze.

 

“Something like that,” you say laughter in your voice, taking a deep breath you centre yourself and when you talk again any emotion seemed like a distant dream, your eyes cold as winter skys and hard and as empty as a crystal glass, face expressionless and empty. “I think I'm just overly tired,” you say looking back at Carter, whose face was closed off but he radiated with irritation. “I would say it's been a pleasure but that would be lying,” you say to him before turning to the younger man “Thank you for your assistance,” you say to him your voice empty.

 

…

 

Once out side and in the limo you turned to Seto fire in your eyes. “Why the hell did you say we're engaged?!” you yell enraged, raising an eyebrow he said “Because I could,” calmly. “That's not a good enough reason!” you shouted throwing your hands into the air, “So I'm good enough to date, to fuck but not good enough to marry…to love?” he said finishing in a whisper. He wasn't looking at you but out the window as if he didn't want you to see what emotion was in his eyes.

 

“…That…That's not what I said or meant you know I love you,” you say an when he didn't respond you put you hand on the other side of his face and gentle turn his face until you were staring into his eyes. There was a pain so deep in them it was anguish “Seto,” you whisper caressing his face “I do love you,” you let him see in your eyes what you felt. As the look slowly faded from his you asked, “What made you doubt I loved you? Even after I left I loved you, felt you, thought of you, missed you. Some times I'd hear something on the radio or when I talked to someone and I'd think I must remember to tell Seto that. And then I'd remember the look on your face when I said no, when I left and I'd remember that you weren't mine any more.” As you spoke your voice cracked and tears burned your eyes “But I…I never stoped, never stoped loving you, not once not ever,” you whispered letting the pain the thought of him not believing you loved him gave you show in your eyes.

 

“Then why didn't you come back, why didn't you say yes back then, why won't you marry me now? I love you, you know I do, you did then and you do now, so why Misty? Why do you keep turning me down?” he took both your hands in his as he spoke and they were trembling with all the emotion he was trying to hide. Looking away from that all to real pain in his blue, blue eyes and licked your suddenly dry lips, taking a deep breath you let it out slowly and whispered “I'm…I'm terrified at the thought of marriage.” Letting go of one hand he touched your chin ever so lightly and even that light touch made you flinch, turning your face up to his you looked into his eyes. A calm gentleness, an endless patience it was one of the first things you loved about him, he never pushed you past where you were willing to go. “Why?” he whispered back, swallowing loud enough to hear you whispered “I…I don't want what happened to my mom to happen to me. I don't want to marry someone and have them think they own me and…and what happens if I love them so much that they're my whole world only to have them die. What if after so much time, we have kids and they decide they don't want me any more. I can't go through that again Seto, I…I just can't,” hot tears streamed down your face by the time you finished.