Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Dragoness ❯ Intoxicated Lies ( Chapter 8 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

“You look…”

“Don't, Kaiba. Wouldn't want anyone accusing you of being nice every once and a while, now would we?” grinned Lilly. The dress was mahogany brown; a slinky, shapeless dress that came to her knees. It was slimming, making her wide hips look narrower than they were.

“Whatever. Let's just get the hell out of here, alright?” he grumbled, returning to his usual self.

“I'm glad you and I think the same way.”

They walked down the hall, took the elevator, and towards the double glass doors of the upscale restaurant. BEEP BEEP BEEP went Kaiba's pager. “Hang on, I have to take this,” he said, without even looking at the number.

“Of course you do,” said Lilly sarcastically. Her words fell on deaf ears.

“Ma'am?” asked the server pleasantly in heavily accented English. “Are you all by yourself this evening?”

Lilly glanced back at the hallway, where Kaiba had been. “Yes. Yes, I believe I am.”

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“Of course he wouldn't show,” remarked Lilly to the bartender miserably. “It's not like he likes me or something,” she grumbled.

“Oh, my dear Seto Kaiba. What a fool you are- what a fool you shall forever be. I knew I could use you as my pawn-”

FLASHBACK

“My stepfather and I didn't always agree. Usually he just pounded me until I was senseless with his belt. But one night, he was in a particularly bad mood; he had lost the contract to sell arms to some war torn country, I found out later. He broke his wineglass, and he slashed me on the back with it. Said it would teach me a lesson. It did…”

END FLASHBACK

“It's a pity that I'll have to kill him now. I almost liked him…”

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Kaiba walked into the restaurant, expecting to see the woman in the mahogany dress. Instead, he received a note in an empty wine glass.

“Meet me in the hotel room.

Lilly”

So Mrs. Kaiba, you have something to tell me? Perhaps, before I find out what secrets you hold?

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“It's not nice to spy on people,” said the heavy accented voice from behind the door.

“I know. But remember, I'm not nice.”

“Also true. How could I have forgotten?” Her breath was heavy. It was she that initiated the kiss this time; a long, dragging one that pressed him close to her.

“You're drunk,” he muttered accusingly, tasting the alcohol in her mouth.

“And if I am? What difference does it make?”

“Tonight? Nothing at all,” he said gruffly. He touched her back reluctantly, feeling the scars through her dress. What happened to you?

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Kaiba picked up his phone as quietly as he could, trying his best not to move the sleeping woman in his bed.

“So Rolland, what do you have for me?”

“Your suspicions were correct, sir.”

“They always are. So, pray tell me, who is my imposter?”

“I'm afraid… that the imposter is your wife, sir,” gulped Rolland on the other end of the phone.

“I knew that. Who is she really?” lied Kaiba as he tried to recover from the words that he hadn't wanted to hear. That makes things a lot more complicated…

“We're not sure, sir. She appeared in the business world three years ago, when she was nineteen. She took over Kikas International Industries from a woman by the name of Sulara Fitzgerald, of Chicago, Illinois.”

“And of the real Lillian Kikas?”

“Sir, she's… she died at age twelve!”

Well, Mrs. Kaiba, who are you? You're certainly not a dead twelve year old girl. I don't appreciate being lied to…

He looked at her, lying on her stomach in slumber; it was the first time he had ever seen her peaceful. She certainly wasn't when she was awake. “So many secrets,” he whispered, covering her up with the sheet.

“So many lies.”