Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stalker Of Seto: I Love You... To Death ❯ Step 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Seto hurried toward the figure under the lamplight. It was Nozomi, leaning against the pole. His arms seemed to take on a life of their own- he grabbed her around the waist and held her to him.

"Nozomi…?"

He pulled back and realized she was limp. He stared at her glassy eyes, frozen in an expression of fear. There was something wet on his hand, and lifting it in the lamplight, he realized it was covered in red. Blood. One look at her neck told him where it came from.

He knelt motionless, holding her to him while tears silently streamed down his face.

"No," he gasped. "Not after so long… no… Nozomi… who'd do such a thing… the one person I loved so much…"

He caught up the silk ribbon clutched in her lifeless hand. The tears rolled down ceaselessly.

"COME BACK!!!!" he screamed into the empty street.

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Yuuki blinked in the dim shadows. Always in the shadows, never in any kind of light. She fiddled with the now-clean blade in her hand. Funny, how she never seemed to see how beautiful blood was. Ruby red, glistening black in the moonlight. It was a good thing she'd remembered to wear latex gloves. The blade had been a real bitch to clean.

She glanced at the anguished person under the streetlight.

"Sorry, Seto," she whispered. "Much as it hurts you, it would've hurt me more if she stayed alive."

Well, competition eliminated. At least for now.

As she walked away, she tossed a blood-stained trenchcoat into a nearby dumpster, and gave the blade a backwards flip into the river. The splash it made satisfied her to the bottom of her heart.

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"And breaking news for tonight, a young Japanese girl was found dead in front of the dueling shop this evening, brutally murdered. We have confirmed that she is the daughter of the Prime Minister of Japan. There is no information yet of why she was in the area at the time. No evidence linking the murderer to the victim has been found yet, but police are hopeful. They are urging anyone with information to come forward."

Seto lifted his head from his hands. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, "Damn the bastard to the bottom of hell!" He got up and paced up and down the length of the room, completely dark save for the bluish light emanating from the television. One of his servants popped his head into the room, timidly asking if the master would have something to eat, and Seto hurled one of his smaller Ming vases at the servant's head in reply. The vase hit the doorframe, shattering into a thousand pieces and sending the servant hurrying away from the door.