Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Dragoness ❯ Hair ( Chapter 11 )

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

The men immediately back away from the two, sensing a challenge in the air. “What's going on?” asked a scrawny kid, no older than thirteen.

“They're going to fight over the leadership of the Luminaries,” explained another scraggily boy.

It was true. They were squaring off in an unusual sort of fight. Lilly tossed her cape aside nonchalantly to Domo. Tyas did the same.

She made the first move, kicking him in the shins as hard as she could, before he was even ready. “Don't dish out pain you can't take yourself,” she advised.

“I'm sorry. Would you like to administer that?” he said, confident. He was a huge man, taller and brawnier than Kaiba, and he had been trained by the best.

“I would,” she said, utilizing a kickboxing move she had learned in her recent training. She kicked him hard in the jaw, creating a cracking noise that could be heard audibly throughout the entire room. “I hope that wasn't my foot,” laughed Lilly.

He lunged, grabbing hold of her hair and pulling her in close. “Long hair is a disadvantage for close combat.”

“What, are we fighting like little girls now?” taunted Lilly through short gasps of pain. He ripped a whole chunk of her hair from her head. She reached up, found blood.

“Hair pullers only get time outs,” she said, feeling a little sick from the occurrence. She swayed, her eyes transfixed on her own blood. The world was spinning…

Suddenly there was a gust of wind and a shot was fired. Everyone in the crowd hit the floor, ignoring the severely wounded Fullam in the effort to save their own asses.

“Come on,” ordered a voice, grabbing the woman and pulling her outside.

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She was prepared to fight him, whoever this stranger was. A man with a gun, obviously- he had shot Tyas. She turned as fast as she could, and found two beady blue eyes staring right back into her copper brown ones.

“Kaiba,” she said with relief and disgust.

“You're hurt?” he said quizzically.

Her head was throbbing. She touched it, saw the blood, suddenly the world was spinning faster than she could handle. She turned away from him, and began to violently throw up, right on the sidewalk. Acid was burning her throat, but she couldn't stop until she had pumped her stomach clean of her dinner.

He was leaning over her, holding her tightly as she vomited, unsure what to do except not look and hang on. She stood up, feeling lightheaded. She sunk down into his arms, unable to stand on the spinning earth. He accidentally took a look at her skull; already it was caked with blood. Small bits of white showed through where the skin and muscle and tissue had been torn clean.

Revolted, he had to close his eyes to keep from vomiting along with her.

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“Mrs. Kaiba,” began the attending physician calmly, “your CAT scan showed no internal damage to your head. I must admit, I've never seen an injury quite like it. You say it was an accident?”

“Absolutely,” said Lilly firmly, as she fidgeted in the hospital bed. She had a strange urge to scratch her burning scalp, but touching it with the fresh stitches was out of the question. She wrinkled her nose and winked at Kaiba, who looked amused at the whole thing as he watched through the window.

“There is something else…” he tried to begin.

“I know. I've been diagnosed with the symptoms twice before, on separate occasions. I recognized the reassurance.”

“You don't look like you've-”

“I know. I was nineteen at the time of the first diagnosis.”

“But Mrs. Kaiba, you're only twenty two! It would be physically-”

“Uncomfortable.”

“Yes,” he agreed, for lack of a better word, “Uncomfortable. It's amazing for a woman of your youth to-”

“I understand, doctor,” she said, glad that Kaiba had no idea what she was saying to the American man.

“Then you know the risks of losing so much blood…”

“Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself,” she assured him.

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Kaiba was annoyed. He couldn't get through to the office in Domino. Slamming shut his cell phone, he drummed his fingers on the end table of the waiting room impatiently.

I wonder what's taking her so long. They said she could be discharged at any time…he thought irritably. Women. Probably still getting dressed.

An orderly walked down the hall, wheeling a cart of food for some elderly patient's breakfast. “Seto Kaiba?” she said, surprised that she saw the familiar celebrity in her wing of the hospital.

“Yes?” he said gruffly.

The girl stammered. “S-s-sir, why are you still here, s-s-sir?”

“I'm waiting for someone.”

“Mr. Kaiba, s-s-sir, your wife left twenty minutes ago.”

Damn that woman. I'm not playing `Cat and Mouse' with her any longer. If she wants to see me, she'll have to come home.