Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes ❯ Fifth Haunt ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: The language Ishizu blurts out is Arabic, if your computer doesn't allow you to see the characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh nor its characters.

Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes

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Fifth Haunt

Later that evening, a vituperative Seto practically bound himself to his laptop as he sat behind his office desk.

Still feeling discomfort from his spiritual return, paired with the amounts of slack he had to make up for, a scowling frown crossed his lips.

Once he, Mokuba and Ishizu emerged out of the hospital, they were met with a few of his company workers, that hadn't quit, led by Roland. They were the ones who flew Mokuba to Egypt and had awaited their bosses' emergence.

Seto didn't remember much else of the events after that. The moment he sunk into the cushioned seats in one of the aircrafts, he promptly slipped into a slumber.

His beloved jet was also recovered and returned back to the company around the same time the rest of them did.

No sooner than the moment they landed, Ishizu and Mokuba quickly went to aide him for the ride to the Kaiba mansion. But, Seto awoke and demanded he stay at the office.

Typing away furiously on the advanced machine, Seto's frown deepened. His prudent eyes skimmed over the top of the screen to peer over at the exotic woman in the corner of his office.

Her thick raven hair swept over the right side of her body while she bent forward slightly with her hands on her thighs as she addressed the younger Kaiba.

Mokuba was excited that his big brother had come back so that they could be a family again and happily conversed with Ishizu about it while sitting on a couch that was a little more than the length of his body.

Seto's eyes softened slightly at the two of them. Setting his pride aside momentarily, he had to admit he was grateful for them being around him. Especially during his time of decrepit malevolence and confused emotions.

Although Mokuba was his family, the younger Kaiba didn't have to help his brother. But he did so anyway. As much as he was able to.

As for Ishizu--

He had wanted nothing to do with her once he shifted into his boreal and delusional transformation.

Not that he wanted to intentionally avoid her at all costs, but he didn't want to draw her into his problems. They had nothing to do with her.

Then to just run into her unexpectedly the way he did while being so bent on confronting Atem simply caught him off guard. He had wanted to speak with her again at some point in his life, but not the way he did then.

But what was done, was done. Although he didn't appreciate the fact that “fate” showed him to her when he had no intentions of seeing her so soon.

He never expected someone he kept in such little contact with to care so much.

And now she was in his office, in his life, and took care of him along with Mokuba.

His mind teemed with volitions; scrutinizing possible outcomes.

How would he execute things from here?

“Hmph.” Was all he cared to voice and seamlessly returned his eyes to his work.

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Glossed crimson-amaranth pooled within itself as the lashes above slowly lifted half-way.

A coarse groan marked Atem's throat as he tried to move his heavy body.

His world was a blur. Speckled tints and shades of color wavered before his sleepy eyes and nothing around him was recognized immediately.

Cool silk brushed against his limber bronzed skin as he tried to sit up, but remained rooted to the bed beneath him.

Sighing in temporary defeat, Atem allowed his weighty lids to crumble to a close.

And silently dreamed of Kaiba.

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A few strokes past midnight slipped by.

By this time, Mokuba had exhausted himself in the thrill of his brother going back to being himself and fell asleep on the sofa. He slept soundly, being comforted by the rapid sounds of typing.

Ishizu, on the other hand, had become annoyed by the noise and the fact that Seto wasn't taking it easy.

Her eyes narrowed a bit as she pulled herself away from Mokuba and began walking over to Seto's desk.

The keen male discreetly ghosted his eyes over her form; her fluid movements proclaiming bold and sincere poetry.

A smug expression tugged at his lips, while his eyes remained nonchalant.

Dark hair trickled over her shoulders and pooled behind her as she placed her lithe hands atop her supple haunches.

The clacking of the keys beneath his nimble fingers was the only wall between them as the sound callously continued to rattle into her ears.

She sighed.

The flickering cool-hued light from the laptop glimmered across his face, enhancing his cobalt eyes as they flicked elsewhere on the screen.

“What”

“Ignoring your safety already, Seto?” she pressed, earning a snort from him.

“No.”

“Oh? Then perhaps my eyes are toying with me.”

He blinked. “I have too much work to do.”

“Seto...” she began in a tone a mother would use towards a rambunctious child, “ while your merit is appreciated, it would be best for you to get your rest.”

“I'm aware of that, Ishizu.”

Anger flashed by her eyes and she leaned closer towards the desk and placed her hands firmly on it.

Seto only glanced at the gesture, then at her, and returned to his work. A hint of a smirk played across his features.

But Ishizu was unaware of it and continued on. “Did you not comprehend what we all went through while you contented yourself with a whim?” she chided with an air of concern.

Seto's eyes wavered slightly from her labeling Atem as a whim. “....Atem wasn't a whim. I only did what needed to be done.”

“But Seto, do you know what you put Mokuba through?”

“How couldn't I” he responded evenly, choosing not to look at her.

Silence overtook them.

Ishizu inwardly cursed herself for taking things that far when it was none of her business to pry. No matter how much she cared. Guilt licked at her spine for being in the wrong and she pulled away from his desk. Adverting her attention elsewhere, her hands tautly clasped together in front of her.

Then her eyes fell on Mokuba. And her features brightened maternally.

Yet, to her it was clear where Seto stood dealing with her and those potentially close to him.

She helped him and was there for him, but apparently her honest efforts were ignored.

If nothing changed, she would eventually prepare herself to leave.

Taking a breath, she readied herself to apologize for her intrusion in his personal life, but a sudden click echoed throughout the room and remedied her words unspoken.

Facing him immediately, light fingers glided over her lips in surprise at the sight of the closed laptop on Seto's desk.

“Seto...?”

“Ishizu, I'm tired.” he sighed heavily, giving her an equally weighty stare. “We can talk more about this lovely topic some other time.”

Excitement and disbelief coursed through her at his words and actions and her mouth hung in a small gape. “I... don't believe it...” she uttered to herself.

Seto managed a tiny smirk and started moving from behind the desk. “Hmph. There's no point in me trying to get work done with you nagging me to death anyway.”

Her features instantly solidified and she followed alongside him. “That is not funny, Seto.”

He shrugged. “Whoops.”

“I'm just concerned for your well-being. As is Mokuba.”

“Funny, I thought I was doing fine without a mother, Ishizu.”

Hearing that, she stopped in her tracks.

Seto looked back at her to witness a bright flush upon her face, partially hidden behind stray locks of hair.

For a moment, Seto longed to slide his hand through her silken strands and take the scent of it into his senses.

But instead, he returned his attention back to the space before him. “Come on. I'll show you to your room.”

Bewildered turquoise widened. “My room? But Seto, this is your office...”

“Don't you think I have someplace to rest when I'm working late nights?”

“I never believed you actually did rest.”

“Surprise.” he revealed flatly, heading to a hidden door within the room's walls.

Eyeing the spot with awe, Ishizu glanced to him, then back at the secret doorway.

She could make out a large fluffy bed and the instant she recognized what it was, her body ached to lay down and sleep.

Seto saw her hands clench in earnest, but said nothing.

“Oh... Seto, I only see one bed.”

“I do tend to usually sleep alone. So?”

“So, where will you sleep?” she inquired honestly, only to be met with a “hmph” while Seto continued to walk into the room. “In my bed, where I always sleep when I'm here at the office.”

A rosy crimson rushed to Ishizu's face as she blushed, but she forcefully pushed her embarrassment aside and boldly followed after him.

“Are you insinuating that we sleep together...” she paused “in the same bed?”

Smirking faintly, Seto nodded. “That is exactly what I'm saying.”

“...N-no, we can't. I refuse.”

“Would you rather sleep on the floor? This is the last time I'm offering my bed to the likes of you.”

“ The likes of me?!” she huffed “Seto, I am not some flighty whore! Don't speak of me that way”

“You said it, not me.”

“It was what you were implying.”

“How many whores do you know of blush at the thought of sharing a bed with someone?”

Silence swallowed her words and her face warmed yet again.

“Exactly my point. Need I say more?”

“N-no, that's quite allright, Seto.” she humbled, lowering her head. Then quickly, she lifted it high again.

Seto said nothing as he watched her walk fully into the room, around the bed and kneel on the carpet.

“What the hell are you doing, Ishizu?!” he confronted in disbelief, storming over to her but not so loudly that it would wake Mokuba.

“Sleeping on the floor.” she stated placidly.

The next thing she knew, the air around her pressed downwards against her body as she was lifted from the floor.

Shock littered her features as she looked up to a Seto to witness one of the most dissident frowns she had ever seen strewn across his face.

Mumbling incoherent words under his breath, Seto carried Ishizu in his arms to the bed and tossed her into the sheets.

“Ra!” she shouted, attempting to become accustomed to the elasticity of the bed.

“I'm done playing games. Just go to sleep!” Seto groused and plopped down on the edge to take off his shoes.

Flustered, Ishizu continued to protest in mumbles until something warm shifted beneath her.

Curious, she rolled near the edge opposite of Seto and sniffed.

The heavy scent of exotic oils and extracts wrinkled her nose. It was much stronger than the perfumes she wore. Intently prurient, Ishizu peeled back the covers.

Hearing her become suddenly silent, Seto exhaled in relief. “Finally, you're quiet. I think you're more overdue for a rest than I--”

“EEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ishizu suddenly screamed.

Seto whipped around to see her on the floor backing up against the wall in shock.

“إله! الشمس قد ارتÙعت من رمادها (God! The sun has risen from its ashes! ) " she spat ferociously. Fright and surprise hung in her widened eyes.

Ignoring what she looked at, Seto stood up and growled as she walked over to her. “What is it now?!”

“Ùرعو 7;†! الشمس! إله! إله! (The Pharaoh! The sun! God! God!)” she sputtered in her native tongue, pointing at the bedsheets.

With a very deeply etched frown, Seto skeptically turned his head towards the bed and instantly froze with shock.

Somnolent ruby-violet stared back at him, too exhausted to show amazement.

" ما معنى هذا؟ ( What is the meaning of this?!) ” Ishizu shuddered, demanding an explanation.

Her frantic mind ran rampant with feverish thoughts. Was Seto hiding the pharaoh in his bed the whole time? No, that was impossible. She and Mokuba were watching him closely. There wouldn't have been any way Seto could have snuck him into the office.

The only other way would be through the link they had. If Seto was able to make a pact with Shadi and see Atem, perhaps it was also possible for the pharaoh to make a similar deal.

A small sound escaped her and she bit her lip upon realizing her past self may have had a hand in aiding the pharaoh.

And instantly, she felt responsible. But watched as Seto slowly stood up and left her side.

His warmth scattered from her, only to approach towards the sun himself.

His sun.

Or so Ishizu believed.

Once his surroundings became a bit more clear to him, Atem gradually lifted his gaze to meet with Seto's.

Silence engulfed them. It didn't carry calmness, nor did it carry calamity.

But what it did offer, Seto wasn't willing to take.

And Atem knew.

Sitting up, he rested his heavy head against the bed's headboard and adverted his eyes. “You don't have to say it.”

Seto narrowed his eyes. “Apparently, I do.”

Atem forced a chuckle. “Sorry to confuse you...and Ishizu...”

The woman flinched at her name and quickly stood to her feet. “My pharaoh, what is--”

“This doesn't concern her.” Seto spoke curtly, not knowing his words pierced Ishizu.

“I believe it does, Seto. “ she countered, stepping forward, but he stopped her.

“I said no.” he replied harshly, turning to her with the coldest eyes she'd ever seen from him.

Perhaps, coming to his office was a bad idea to begin with.

“No, Kaiba, she's right.” Atem reassured. “Partially.”

“Isis...” Seto grit his teeth.

The pharaoh nodded. “Indeed. However, don't worry. I can show myself out.”

“Like hell you can.” Seto retorted and stepped closer to the bed.

Anyone could tell what bad shape Atem was in. The transfer of him from his dwelling to the world he left behind took quite a toll on him.

“You're staying in bed.” Seto announced, striking surprise in both Atem's and Ishizu's hearts.

“Kaiba...” Atem trailed off. He found himself caught within Seto's stern gaze. The same stern gaze that had imported genuine desire and lust for him.

And once more, Atem longed for that passion, but knew Seto would not be able to give it.

For now.

He had been so intent on returning to Seto that he had forgotten about Ishizu also being in the picture. But Atem didn't want to become an obstacle between her feelings and his Seto.

The taller male eyed the tanned other and felt his muscles tense. He had just settled his feelings with Atem, and now here he was. And in his bed, no less.

He'd be lying to himself if he tried to believe he didn't want to dominate Atem again for the heck of it, but he couldn't turn back on his decision to move on now.

“Get up.” Seto demanded, causing Atem to blink at the contradiction.

“Wh-what?”

“I said get up. You obviously wanted to talk to me, so let's talk.”

Feeling in the way, Ishizu sighed and headed towards the door. “No need, I shall exit for you to be in private.”

Seto looked up at her disdainfully. “Ishizu...”

“Do not worry, Seto. I won't leave. Although I probably should. I will find something else to occupy my attention as to not bother you.” she explained respectfully and turned to meet eyes with Atem.

“Now if you'll excuse me, my Pharaoh. Seto.”

A false smile flickered upon her face as she about faced. It took almost all she had to fight back threatening tears, as she stepped out of the room as if nothing were wrong.

After the hidden door closed softly behind her, Seto and Atem eyed the other.

Pain and earnest were exchanged as well as their hushed words.

Why did you come back...

I had to settle things, Kaiba

I already settled things with you. I chose not to stay with you.

I am aware.

Then why make things even more difficult?!

“Yes, it was selfish of me...” Atem admitted aloud.

“...I hadn't noticed...” Seto glowered sarcastically.

“My existence was boring without you. I needed the challenge of my rival to keep me focused on my duty to rule. And from that, came the countless dreams I've had about you...” Atem confessed.

And Seto could relate. “Uh huh.”

“Isis confronted me about returning to my soul mate. At least one of them. I suppose it's no surprise I ended up here.” Atem figured, meaning ending up in the same location as Seto.

“But why here?” Seto questioned, emphasizing the bed.

Bronzed tan became faintly spotted with rose. “A link between us...”

Seto blinked and folded his arms over his chest. “What link?”

Atem's blush grew and he cleared his throat. Slowly, he lowered his lids, giving Seto a certain seductive expression and picked at the bed.

Seto's arms dropped to his sides immediately and he tore his attention away from Atem. “..... ..... .....”

“... ....”

“... ... ... ....” 'I realy need to change those bedsheets...' he groused inwardly.

“... D...Don't worry Kaiba... I'm guilty of doing the same...thing.”

“... .... .... You mean...Yugi never.... to you?”

“Now that I cannot say for sure. But I can say we've never engaged in any kind of passion that you and I have shared. Nor have we exchanged mutual feelings in that capacity. It's doubtful.”

Seto swallowed the lump in his throat. “....”

“And I still don't regret what happened between us, Seto.”

Hearing that, the paler male found his voice. “...I never said I did either.”

Atem's bold appearance faltered. “ You don't have to lie to me.”

“I'm not”

“I saw it in your eyes before you left me, Kaiba...”

“Then you must have read wrong.”

“Perhaps... but I doubt that.”

“In any case... Atem, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I already knew that.” he agreed, starting to pull back the sheets.

Once his feet touched the carpet, he wiggled his toes, realizing that was indeed back into the world of the living with his own vessel.

Standing wobbly to his feet, he tried to make it to the door, but tripped.

He felt a firm hand clamp on his arm and looked up to see Seto staring down at him with an unreadable expression wavering in his cerulean eyes.

Silence.

And in this moment, Atem noticed his nudity.

A silent blush crept across his face. But the moment he looked up at Seto, his eyes quickly closed.

But instead of feeling Seto's lips against his, he felt his presence move away.

Opening his eyes, Atem found the other male rummaging around in a closet opposite of the bed.

“Here.” he stated flatly, tossing Atem a long turtleneck and slacks.

Red-violet eyed the articles of clothing then looked back up at Seto. “Seto, your clothes won't fit me.”

“So roll up the pants legs.”

Atem sighed. “Where is your phone so that I may call Yugi?”

“At least put SOMETHING on.” Seto grumbled, handing the former pharaoh his cell.

Grinning, Atem nodded. “But of course.”

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-If the Arabic is off, I apologize. I used Google's translator. Also, the mentioning of Atem as the sun is, the Pharaoh of Egypt is considered to be the sun

-This story is so goofy lol

Mel