Post by Scoleciphobic on Mar 11, 2005 8:24:55 GMT -5
You slowly came to. Once you did, however, you wished you hadn’t. It felt as though you had a fever, and your chest was so tight it made it hard to breathe. Instantly, you started coughing. It wasn’t one of those dry coughs, this one was disgusting. It sounded like liquid was in your throat and lungs—added on to a smoker’s cough.
You dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet you continued to cough until blood came dripping from your mouth. Then you could breathe again. You sagged against the white porcelain and wheezed as you tried to catch your breath. Only then did you realize you weren’t at home.
Staring around in surprise, you saw that the bathroom was big enough to be your bedroom. Standing up, you tried to walk back into the huge bedroom, but immediately sunk back to your knees, exhausted.
You tried to remember what happened, but all that came to you were flashes of faces. Seto turning to you looking angry was the last one. It hit you that you were in Seto’s house: the Kaiba mansion. You just blinked numbly at the new knowledge.
The door opened and you heard two pairs of feet coming into the bedroom.
“She’s gone, Seto!” Mokuba’s voice traveled to you sounding panicked and slightly disappointed.
“I can see that, Mokuba,” Seto replied.
For some reason, it didn’t surprise you that his voice was still cold and hard even in private. Grunting softly, you pulled yourself to your feet using the sink’s corner for balance. Once feeling steadier, you slowly walked back into the bedroom.
“I’m right here,” you said weakly.
Both of them turned to look at you in surprised. Mokuba looked like he wanted to tackle you with hugs again. Seto was staring at you coldly, as if you were a new invention he might need for his company. You frowned a little and sighed, before swaying dangerously.
“What happened, Foxy?” Mokuba asked with big eyes as you caught your balance.
You just sent Seto a look telling him not interrupt before turning your eyes back to Mokuba.
“Nothing, Rat,” you said. “I’m just tired.”<br>
That seemed to satisfy the black-haired kid, because he grinned happily at you. “Let’s go play video games!”<br>
You glanced at his silent, older brother, before shaking your head. “I need to get home…”
“No,” Seto said coldly.
You blinked at him in surprise. “No?”<br>
He turned to the short boy next to him. “Mokuba, go play somewhere. I have to talk to Davan.”<br>
You couldn’t remember when he started calling you ‘Fox’, but apparently he’d stopped.
Mokuba nodded, smiled at you, raced out of the room—presumably to go do what he said earlier.
Once he was gone, you sagged against the wall in exhaustion. For a few minutes, you forgot Seto was even in the room.
“You lied to him.”<br>
Looking up, you came to see the teenage CEO was sitting on the bed glaring at you. You glared back.
“No, I didn’t.”<br>
“Yes, you did.”<br>
You shook your head slowly, so as not to get dizzy. “I’m fine.”<br>
He smirked. “Then why are you leaning so heavily on the wall?”<br>
Growling, you pushed off it and crossed your arms. You glared at him as if to prove the point you were fine. However your body was against you, so your weak legs decided to give out at that moment causing you to collapse on the ground.
His smirk never faded. “I told you.”<br>
You just sighed and looked up at him, startling him with the sorrow and pain in your eyes.
“What happened to the sweet little kid who loved to have fun?” you asked quietly.
His eyes softened for a moment before going completely blank. “What happened to the perky little girl who loved to smile and make others laugh?”<br>
You sighed. “She got adopted by a family who forgot about her when she stopped being so little.”<br>
“He got adopted and was forced to grow up too soon.” He looked at you coldly. “You could still be happy and perky.”<br>
“You could still be fun-loving.”<br>
You shook your head. “I’m sick.”<br>
He shrugged. “You’ll get over it.”<br>
“No, Seto. I’m really sick.”<br>
“How sick?” he asked, frowning.
You carefully got to our feet and started to walk out of the room. He caught up with you easily, because you were walking slowly out of fatigue. Once he had, he grabbed your arm tightly to stop you.
You winced, knowing it would bruise.
“How sick?” he repeated.
You just gave him an impassive look and walked out of his sight to go home.
You dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet you continued to cough until blood came dripping from your mouth. Then you could breathe again. You sagged against the white porcelain and wheezed as you tried to catch your breath. Only then did you realize you weren’t at home.
Staring around in surprise, you saw that the bathroom was big enough to be your bedroom. Standing up, you tried to walk back into the huge bedroom, but immediately sunk back to your knees, exhausted.
You tried to remember what happened, but all that came to you were flashes of faces. Seto turning to you looking angry was the last one. It hit you that you were in Seto’s house: the Kaiba mansion. You just blinked numbly at the new knowledge.
The door opened and you heard two pairs of feet coming into the bedroom.
“She’s gone, Seto!” Mokuba’s voice traveled to you sounding panicked and slightly disappointed.
“I can see that, Mokuba,” Seto replied.
For some reason, it didn’t surprise you that his voice was still cold and hard even in private. Grunting softly, you pulled yourself to your feet using the sink’s corner for balance. Once feeling steadier, you slowly walked back into the bedroom.
“I’m right here,” you said weakly.
Both of them turned to look at you in surprised. Mokuba looked like he wanted to tackle you with hugs again. Seto was staring at you coldly, as if you were a new invention he might need for his company. You frowned a little and sighed, before swaying dangerously.
“What happened, Foxy?” Mokuba asked with big eyes as you caught your balance.
You just sent Seto a look telling him not interrupt before turning your eyes back to Mokuba.
“Nothing, Rat,” you said. “I’m just tired.”<br>
That seemed to satisfy the black-haired kid, because he grinned happily at you. “Let’s go play video games!”<br>
You glanced at his silent, older brother, before shaking your head. “I need to get home…”
“No,” Seto said coldly.
You blinked at him in surprise. “No?”<br>
He turned to the short boy next to him. “Mokuba, go play somewhere. I have to talk to Davan.”<br>
You couldn’t remember when he started calling you ‘Fox’, but apparently he’d stopped.
Mokuba nodded, smiled at you, raced out of the room—presumably to go do what he said earlier.
Once he was gone, you sagged against the wall in exhaustion. For a few minutes, you forgot Seto was even in the room.
“You lied to him.”<br>
Looking up, you came to see the teenage CEO was sitting on the bed glaring at you. You glared back.
“No, I didn’t.”<br>
“Yes, you did.”<br>
You shook your head slowly, so as not to get dizzy. “I’m fine.”<br>
He smirked. “Then why are you leaning so heavily on the wall?”<br>
Growling, you pushed off it and crossed your arms. You glared at him as if to prove the point you were fine. However your body was against you, so your weak legs decided to give out at that moment causing you to collapse on the ground.
His smirk never faded. “I told you.”<br>
You just sighed and looked up at him, startling him with the sorrow and pain in your eyes.
“What happened to the sweet little kid who loved to have fun?” you asked quietly.
His eyes softened for a moment before going completely blank. “What happened to the perky little girl who loved to smile and make others laugh?”<br>
You sighed. “She got adopted by a family who forgot about her when she stopped being so little.”<br>
“He got adopted and was forced to grow up too soon.” He looked at you coldly. “You could still be happy and perky.”<br>
“You could still be fun-loving.”<br>
You shook your head. “I’m sick.”<br>
He shrugged. “You’ll get over it.”<br>
“No, Seto. I’m really sick.”<br>
“How sick?” he asked, frowning.
You carefully got to our feet and started to walk out of the room. He caught up with you easily, because you were walking slowly out of fatigue. Once he had, he grabbed your arm tightly to stop you.
You winced, knowing it would bruise.
“How sick?” he repeated.
You just gave him an impassive look and walked out of his sight to go home.