Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Desire Never Dies (Seto Kaiba) ❯ Ch11 ( Chapter 11 )

Desire Never Dies [Seto] 11

 

~…Sometimes to win you have to lose…~

 

You stayed there on the tilled floor of the shower, even after the water had run cold and you shivered from a coldness blankets, hot coffee and warm winter cloths could never fix. You'd only felt like this once, just after you'd left Seto and you knew the only thing that would cure the chill was time and lots of it. Sighing, you stood and shut off the water. It was time to dress, kill and leave. Drying off you went into the now empty bed room and pulled on the daring leather out fit, pulled a jacket over the lot to hide the daggers and caught sight of yourself in the mirror with the jacket open, you looked deadly. Dangerous, like what you were, something that would kill you before it would kiss you.

Trunks was going to die and you wished you could follow but fate had always been a nasty thing for you, you'd survive to suffer the next day. You knew it as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow morning. As you stared at you reflection you saw the stunning ring on your finger, looking down at the sparkling blue gem your throat constricted, eyes burned and you broken heart shattered even more.

Grabbing a piece of paper from Seto's desk you quickly jotted a few words, your eyes lingering on the beautiful piece of jewellery, you wished you could keep it, one last thing from the only man to ever love you but that too had to be left.

 

Seto POV

 

Walking back into your room after an urgent call from Trunks, you hoped to find Misty waiting for you but no she was gone. All evidence of her time in your room gone and in her place as a piece of rolled up paper with your ring, the one you'd had made just for her succouring the note. Taking a deep breath you walked over, knowing that it was going to tell you she was gone, leaving you once again.

Dear Seto,

I understand, really, its all right, I get the fact that you don't want, can't be with me any more. That you can't love someone; something that isn't human, has never been human. I'm sorry I never told you, I'm sorry for…everything, tell Mokie he'll be safe soon. Don't come to the meeting to night, blood will be shed and bodies will hit the floor and I don't want any more trouble for you boys. I'll be around, you'll never see me but I'll be there unseen, unheard and I'll always keep you safe.

Love eternally Misty

She thought you didn't want her?! What kind of bull shit is that! You thought then winced as you remembered the pained look in her eyes as she told you, as her eyes skittered from yours and she looked close to tears as she closed the door to shower. She had thought your shock was rejection! Racing out the door you ran through the mansion, calling for your brother as you did and ordering a car for the two of you. Misty had left with her heart in shreds, her darkest secrets laid bear and now she was going to kill for you, your brother and stay ever near so that you would always be safe.

 

Your POV

 

Thirst was a hip club with mini platforms and a caroche stage for those games enough to embarrass themselves in public or was that drunk enough? You wondered as a man fell off a stool only a few yards from you. You wondered through the crowd, spotting Trunks' men floating around a booth which already seated three men, two of which were hidden deep in the shadows, only Trunks visible. As you got closer your heart seized, your mind froze and you fought to keep your face in the bored mask you'd walked in with. Seto. Mokuba. What were they doing there you'd specifically told him not to come! “Misty!” Seto called, beckoning you with two fingers, his lips twisted into a smile that was part evil, part innocence. Putting on an equally sexy fallen angel type smile you saunter over, your coat covering your guns, knives and very bare skin. He stood and met you part way, one arm sliding around you, yanking you close, his mouth descending onto yours.

The kiss was long, thorough, possessive and angry. I told you to stay away! You snap into his mind, kissing him back, your arms around his neck, and one hand in his hair. He drew back and whispered against your lips “I know,” his lips trailing to your ear. Shivering your pressed closer, You should have listened, you snap as his lips caught your earlobe “No, if I'd listened I'd have lost the best thing to come to me,” he whispered and you gave a throaty laugh like he was whispering naughty nothings in your ear. “Plus you left something behind,” he whispered as you both pulled apart he grabbed one of your hands and as innocently as possible he slid your ring back in place.

Together you made your way over to the booth, Trunks looking at you with a cruel kind of hunger in his eyes, as if he'd like to hurt you, hurt your while he fucked you, hard and fast. Mokuba looked calm, a little embarrassed and pale around the edges but other wise fine. “Sorry I'm late, wardrobe malfunction,” you say with a small smile that left your eyes hard and cold. “And what would that be?” Trunks asked.

Releasing Seto's hand you stripped off your jacket handed it to Seto and turned around showing all the straps that crisscrossed over your back. “One of the rivets came loose and a clip didn't line up,” you explain turning back to face him. You felt his eyes on your skin, taking in your bare stomach and pale breasts that looked very white and lush in the leather push up.

He took in every weapon and curve and said “I see, Seto my boy, you're a lucky man.”

“I'm well aware of that, Misty love, put your jacket back on,” Seto said handing it to you. Sliding it on you slid in between the boys as you scanned Trunks' mind. The images turned your stomach. Licking your bottom lip, you grabbed Seto's drink and took a sip, frowned and put in back. “Seto, love be a darl and get us a drink will you, Scotch,” you say whispering in his mind I'm having to change my inter plan because of you, I was just going to walk in shot him and slip out before anyone knew what happened. “Of cause,” he said and he thought you'll live.

 

Three days later, Tuesday-0900 hours

Trunks walked down the street, the sniper up in a building across the street lining him up, her finger on the trigger and squeezed. Seconds latter his body fell to the ground, screams erupting from the pedestrians around his body. Standing she watched the mayhem she'd just caused as he phone rang.

“Yes,” she asked her voice soft.

“Is it done?” a male voice came and she smiled.

“Yes,”

“Then hurry up, its your wedding and I'm stuck here with a crazy wedding planner,” he snapped.

Laughing she said “I'll be home soon Seto.”

“Good.”