Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stalker Of Seto: I Love You... To Death ❯ Step 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Nozomi Hajime stood under the streetlight across from the dueling shop at fifteen minutes to nine. She nervously twisted a silk hair ribbon etched with miniscule golden dragons and phoenixes, around and around in her hands. Seto had bought it for her while he was in Japan. "Red is a beautiful color for your hair," he had said, holding the ribbon up to the raven-black strands. She had blushed under his admiring gaze. Now she glanced nervously at the silver watch on her thin wrist, and up and down the street. Why was she so nervous? Would Seto really not show up? Had he forgotten all about her? Even worse… had he fallen in love with someone else? What if she'd been hoping for nothing?

Steady footsteps fell on her ear, and a quick look down the street showed a shadowy figure, in a long trench-like coat, hands in pockets, walking her way. She held her breath. "Seto-san," she whispered.

The figure drew nearer, and she could barely contain herself. She wanted to run and fling her arms around him, but something stopped her. Seto was taller, wasn't he? And he never walked with his head down. It was always held up high, like a duelist champion should. There was something else missing. She racked her memories for what it was, but couldn't think of anything.

While her thoughts were distracted, a strong arm grasped her around the neck and a hand covered her mouth. She tried to gasp but her air was cut off. "Hello, love," said a husky voice in her ear.

That was not Seto Kaiba's voice. Even if she couldn't remember anything else, she could never forget his voice. And the one that had just spoken wasn't his. She clawed desperately at the arm around her neck, unable to breathe.

"Did you miss me, baby?" The voice said mockingly.

The grip around her neck grew tighter.

"See this, hon?" A hand raised in the lamplight, shining on a six-inch blade.

Nozomi's eyes widened. She tried in vain to loosen her captor's grip.

And tighter.

Nozomi was starting to feel faint. No, no, she thought desperately. I can't let it end this way. Save me, Seto! She screamed silently in her mind.

The voice suddenly changed. It sounded much more feminine. "Don't worry. You won't miss Seto for long. Not while I'm around."

The hand jerked Nozomi's chin up, her eyes wide with fear. She could feel the razor-sharp edge of the blade against her throat.

"Goodbye, dear. It was fun while it lasted."

And the hand swiftly drew the blade across her delicate throat.