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The Beast Within
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Resurfacing
A/N: I bring this short little chap as a peace offering! Sorry for the long wait for this! I took a break in November for Nanowrimo and the December was crazy.-_-". I know this might be less than satisfactory after that horrible horrible long wait but I hope you like :)No more long breaks like that from now on. Your reviews make me soooooo happy and keep me inspired! (so make me happy XD plz) *hugs*
Chapter Title : Resurfacing
Warnings: None
Word Count:2553
Kaiba winced when his limo hit a bump in the road, and it aggravated the already unpleasant feeling in his legs. What was the point of spending a lot of money for the best quality in a motor vehicle if the shocks were inferior?
He grumbled a bit but otherwise made no point to complain to the chauffer. Instead, he moved his hand slowly down the side of his thigh.
Saying that his whole body ached was a complete understatement and it certainly didn’t help much that he had scrubbed his body raw last night at the sight of all the dried blood that was on him.
After that, he’d been (incapacitated, is the word he thought best fit) for the remainder of the evening and into the night. He had missed a whole day of work. He couldn’t salvage yesterday.
It’d been different before. Before he could disappear for as long as he wanted, he had a council to fill in for him. He had learned his lesson from their coup and now no one but him himself, managed his company and what went on within it.
He looked outside idly through the blue tinted glass, not really caring for the view but tired of staring at the empty seats across from him. Outside didn’t have much to offer either. The skies looked even bleaker through the dark glass and he kept seeing the edge of the band-aid that was over his eye.
To think, that he, Seto Kaiba had been mugged. That was the conclusion he had come to after laying awake in bed for half the night. He ran over the situation in his mind, his loss of memory, the bruises, there could be no other explanation for it. When he was vulnerable yesterday, someone had taken advantage of him; probably found some sick pleasure in it.
Of course he had no memory of being attacked, but with the beating he took it could easily have interfered with his memory. His watch was gone and he didn’t even bother to check his wallet. He wouldn’t be able to remember how much money he had anyway but he was sure some would be missing.
The limo rolled to a stop. They were there already? Usually took longer- or seemed longer. Kaiba tugged the cuffs of his suit as far up his wrists as they would come and tugged up the collar of his shirt. He licked his lips tentatively, checking his reflection in the window and the cut that split his lower lip.
He took a deep breath. Enough stalling, it wasn’t his style. He opened the door and stepped out, deciding against the sunglasses he had brought along just in case. The stairs outside the building never seemed so long and daunting before, but he held his head up high and took at them as haughty as one could while limping.
He tightened the grip on his briefcase that was shed of its usual documents and replaced with ointment, enough pain killers to make the hospital writhe in envy (un-bottled so that he fit more in the limited space) and bandages.
His leg was already starting to ache. Why the hell did he have so many stairs?
When he finally made into the revolving doors he breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened himself instantly. Okay, this was simple. Get to the elevator; no one is to enter with him. Take the leisurely ride to the top floor. Get to his office and lock the door, and he’d be safe.
It sounded simple, but as soon as the tip of his shoes touched the concrete floors, every single eye riveted to him. Usually that would have been a good thing as he made his entrance, for them to acknowledge his authority and respect it, but the looks they were giving him were less that adoring. They were just outright, unashamed curiosity.
He fixed them with one of his more potent glares, but it did nothing to deter the looks. He stiffened, which he hoped was not visible through his three sizes too large suit (altered at the last minute to accommodate the swelling).
He held his head high, like he didn’t have a band-aids stuck haphazardly over bruises, and his face wasn't a sea of black and blue, and walked proudly into the elevator. Would people even consider making black bandages? He’d have to look into it.
“What are you people staring at? Get back to work. Now!” he snarled viciously, adding nasty glares just to be cautious. The lobby erupted in whispers when the elevator doors were and inch from closing, and Kaiba had to clench his jaw to keep himself from flying off the handle and firing all of them on the spot. They just couldn’t resist. They would probably start talking and laughing at him secretly. He hoped they laughed as well when they see their next paychecks.
Oh someone would definitely pay for this injustice against him, that he would make sure of.
His receptionist Kuzuma was slightly more receptive than the others when he arrived on his private floor. She grimaced and her eyes widened but she managed to pull herself together quickly and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Good morning Mr. Kaiba, sir.”
“Screen all my calls. Unless it’s Mokuba, I’m busy.”
“Yes sir.” She nodded curtly
Kaiba gave the slightest of nods and retreated to the privacy of his office. When he was sure that she could no longer see him and that he was indeed alone, he allowed his face to show the pain that he had been experiencing for the past five minutes from a wounded rib, hissing painfully and clutching at it.
This could be problematic.
He limped all the way over to a leather sofa and gingerly sunk into it, wincing all the way. He closed his eyes.
Things couldn’t continue like this. As much as he hated to admit it, he was in no condition to even think about work. He was saving face for the sake of his pride, to show that he was strong and capable no matter what, that nothing could stop him from doing what he needed to do. But maybe… maybe he should have just stayed away. Nobody could question him on a little time off.
No, there was no time for that. He had to do this himself, run his company himself. But if his body couldn’t handle it he would have to find a way….
There was a light knocking on the door.
Kaiba ignored it, but the knocking continued. He sighed. “Yes Kuzuma, come in.”
The door opened slowly and Kuzuma’s heels clicked loudly as she tentatively eased her body in, as if afraid to enter. Kaiba didn’t bother to sit up, open his eyes, or put up the façade of working diligently as he should be doing. The pain wouldn’t be worth it.
“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, lowering her eyes in respect.
“Are you?”
“Y-Yes, but I have a message from a Mr. Yugi Moto. He said it was important; that it has something to do with your, uh…condition.”
Kaiba hesitated for a minute. “What did he want?”
“He requested that you meet him in the park.”
“And?”
Kuzuma looked uncomfortable. “That was all he said. He said that you would understand.”
“That I would understand, huh.” Kaiba snorted. What exactly would he understand?
“Should I…” Kuzuma murmured.
When it appeared he had nothing left to say, Kuzuma quietly, and quickly, excused herself. Kaiba reached around the ground to find his briefcase. The park wasn't far per se; it would take him a good fifteen minutes at the very most if he walked, five if he drove. His hand touched the handle and he fumbled to pull it closer.
But the question was should he even go?
What could Yugi possibly tell him? Nothing he wanted to hear at any rate.
He unlocked it as best as he could with one hand and pulled out a handful of pain killers and a bottled water. It wasn't like he had anything pressing to do right now, but why should he waste his time? He downed the contents in his hand. His mind was made up. Yugi couldn’t demand his presence!
But…
If he so happened to be taking a leisurely and relaxing walk in the park and he happened to run into Yugi, no one could fault him right?
Right.
This thought helped him justify the fact that he was now currently half walking half limping along a wide, cobbled (poorly done) path in the park.
The sun was out today, he noticed, it peeked through the leaves in narrow shafts. The birds in the trees were singing for all they were worth, and the dew made the grass shimmer. Kaiba immediately put on his sunglasses from the irritating scene.
For a person that he wasn't looking for, Yugi was sure hard to find. He’d been keeping an eye out for him for fifteen minutes already. Or had it only felt like a long time? His feet were already tired. It being the middle of the morning, not much people were around so it shouldn’t have been hard.
He mumbled while looking for a bench to rest, when his eyes fell upon a small figure already occupying the first one he saw. His head was lowered but his odd hair made him unmistakable.
Kaiba scowled but walked up to him to make his presence known.
Yugi looked surprised. “Kaiba, you came?”
“Don’t think that because you don’t have anything to do that others share the same sorry state. I have things to do so make it quick.”
“Sorry.”
He realized that he had been staring in shock. Kaiba wasn't surprised by the actual apology, but more by the way that Yugi said it. The Yugi he knew would probably look like a whining puppy after being chewed out by him like that, but Yugi’s facial expression had changed from surprised to devoid of anything. It was just like an afterthought.
He bristled at Yugi’s bland attitude.
“You should sit,” Yugi said, looking at Kaiba’s legs.
Kaiba’s pride would have stopped him, but he decided that it would be worse if he collapsed later, so he sat now. Besides, Yugi knew more about his injuries than anyone. He didn’t need to pretend.
“What do you want,” he demanded immediately.
“I thought you might want to know…about that night.”
“What, that I was mugged.”
“Kaiba, you were not mugged,” Yugi said flatly.
“Yeah, you would say that. Probably helped attack me if anything,” Kaiba mumbled after.
Yugi shook his head and sighed quietly. Kaiba glanced across at his profile. He looked tired and the underneath his eyes had darkened. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days to put it bluntly.
Yugi sighed again. His fists clenched and he took a deep breath; he was steeling himself for whatever he was about to say.
“Kaiba, the truth is, and please don’t laugh, I think….you were…possessed by something.”
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. “One; Do you ever see me laugh? And Two; Possessed? You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Wha-”
“Don’t try and spout your supernatural nonsense in my ear because I can assure you I don’t have the time.”
“I know it sounds crazy but you have to listen to me,” Yugi pleaded in a small voice. “You attacked two people!”
“I don’t have to listen to this.” Kaiba scoffed and got to his feet with every intention of leaving Yugi and his little story behind. Yugi scrambled up behind him.
“Kaiba, do you even remember what happened?”
Yugi was shaking. Was he actually afraid of something? Kaiba didn’t reply.
“There is something very wrong here. Kaiba listen to me, I’m worried something bad will happen to you.”
“You’re worried about me?” Kaiba asked disbelievingly.
Yugi was panting softly and he looked Kaiba directly in the eye and answered truthfully. “Yes.”
Kaiba was again taken aback by Yugi’s level of boldness. He really did seem enthusiastic about what he was saying but Kaiba just couldn’t bring himself to believe any of it.
{}
Yugi looked Kaiba straight in the eyes and tried to maintain eye contact. Was it so hard to believe that he was worried? He had stayed up half the night planning and rehearsing what he was going to say to Kaiba, but it had all fell from his mind the moment he saw his frowning face.
Although he would never say it, he felt sorry for Kaiba when he saw all the wounds he had. He felt sorry when he thought of how confused he must be, he felt sorry when he thought about that unfortunate couple…
He had to try to explain. He owed it to Kaiba.
“Will you please hear me out?” Yugi was begging now, looking for some sort of understanding within the icy blue pools that trapped him in that unrelenting stare.
Kaiba’s hesitation could be taken as a good sign but he still looked as unmovable as ever. “Yugi I, on some level, appreciate your concern, but-”
Yugi could feel his pulse begin to race when Kaiba fell to his knees, clutching at his throat, right in front of him. He sprang into action, trying to hold up as much of Kaiba’s body weight as he could.
“Kaiba! Are you all right?” Was this an after effect from last night? Had something gone wrong?
“Kaiba!” Yugi screamed when he started making loud choking noises. What the heck was going on? His mind was reeling.
He watched transfixed in horror, as Kaiba doubled over. He was too heavy, and Yugi felt himself being pulled down with him. “Help me! Please, somebody!” He panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. His instinct to call for help.
People who had been jogging or otherwise taking a stroll stopped to see what all the commotion was about, and a little gathering was beginning to form. Some were screaming and trying to get a closer look to see what was wrong.
“Is he alright? Call an ambulance,” a nervous voice suggested.
Kaiba’s hand suddenly flew from his neck and latched on to his shirt and pulled him closer in a blind haze. Yugi got a close look at his face which was burning red. Cold sweat dotted his forehead and his cheeks. He was panting rapidly, trying to fill his lungs with the air that he was obviously not getting.
But the thing that made Yugi gasp in surprise was his eyes. The white had been swallowed up by a mass of red.
“Kaiba…” his voice was a hoarse whisper.
Yugi raised a shaking hand. What was he doing? His hand was only inches away now. There was this need…a need to feel Kaiba’s skin.
Why do I feel like this?
Yugi was confused. There was a buzzing sensation in his skin.
Claws had sprouted from Kaiba’s hands and when he pulled his hand across his neck, it left a trail of blood. It was when the tips of his fingers touched the corner of Kaiba’s mouth that he noticed the long, sharp fangs. It was too late then.
TBC
Kay~
Chapter Title : Resurfacing
Warnings: None
Word Count:2553
Kaiba winced when his limo hit a bump in the road, and it aggravated the already unpleasant feeling in his legs. What was the point of spending a lot of money for the best quality in a motor vehicle if the shocks were inferior?
He grumbled a bit but otherwise made no point to complain to the chauffer. Instead, he moved his hand slowly down the side of his thigh.
Saying that his whole body ached was a complete understatement and it certainly didn’t help much that he had scrubbed his body raw last night at the sight of all the dried blood that was on him.
After that, he’d been (incapacitated, is the word he thought best fit) for the remainder of the evening and into the night. He had missed a whole day of work. He couldn’t salvage yesterday.
It’d been different before. Before he could disappear for as long as he wanted, he had a council to fill in for him. He had learned his lesson from their coup and now no one but him himself, managed his company and what went on within it.
He looked outside idly through the blue tinted glass, not really caring for the view but tired of staring at the empty seats across from him. Outside didn’t have much to offer either. The skies looked even bleaker through the dark glass and he kept seeing the edge of the band-aid that was over his eye.
To think, that he, Seto Kaiba had been mugged. That was the conclusion he had come to after laying awake in bed for half the night. He ran over the situation in his mind, his loss of memory, the bruises, there could be no other explanation for it. When he was vulnerable yesterday, someone had taken advantage of him; probably found some sick pleasure in it.
Of course he had no memory of being attacked, but with the beating he took it could easily have interfered with his memory. His watch was gone and he didn’t even bother to check his wallet. He wouldn’t be able to remember how much money he had anyway but he was sure some would be missing.
The limo rolled to a stop. They were there already? Usually took longer- or seemed longer. Kaiba tugged the cuffs of his suit as far up his wrists as they would come and tugged up the collar of his shirt. He licked his lips tentatively, checking his reflection in the window and the cut that split his lower lip.
He took a deep breath. Enough stalling, it wasn’t his style. He opened the door and stepped out, deciding against the sunglasses he had brought along just in case. The stairs outside the building never seemed so long and daunting before, but he held his head up high and took at them as haughty as one could while limping.
He tightened the grip on his briefcase that was shed of its usual documents and replaced with ointment, enough pain killers to make the hospital writhe in envy (un-bottled so that he fit more in the limited space) and bandages.
His leg was already starting to ache. Why the hell did he have so many stairs?
When he finally made into the revolving doors he breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened himself instantly. Okay, this was simple. Get to the elevator; no one is to enter with him. Take the leisurely ride to the top floor. Get to his office and lock the door, and he’d be safe.
It sounded simple, but as soon as the tip of his shoes touched the concrete floors, every single eye riveted to him. Usually that would have been a good thing as he made his entrance, for them to acknowledge his authority and respect it, but the looks they were giving him were less that adoring. They were just outright, unashamed curiosity.
He fixed them with one of his more potent glares, but it did nothing to deter the looks. He stiffened, which he hoped was not visible through his three sizes too large suit (altered at the last minute to accommodate the swelling).
He held his head high, like he didn’t have a band-aids stuck haphazardly over bruises, and his face wasn't a sea of black and blue, and walked proudly into the elevator. Would people even consider making black bandages? He’d have to look into it.
“What are you people staring at? Get back to work. Now!” he snarled viciously, adding nasty glares just to be cautious. The lobby erupted in whispers when the elevator doors were and inch from closing, and Kaiba had to clench his jaw to keep himself from flying off the handle and firing all of them on the spot. They just couldn’t resist. They would probably start talking and laughing at him secretly. He hoped they laughed as well when they see their next paychecks.
Oh someone would definitely pay for this injustice against him, that he would make sure of.
His receptionist Kuzuma was slightly more receptive than the others when he arrived on his private floor. She grimaced and her eyes widened but she managed to pull herself together quickly and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Good morning Mr. Kaiba, sir.”
“Screen all my calls. Unless it’s Mokuba, I’m busy.”
“Yes sir.” She nodded curtly
Kaiba gave the slightest of nods and retreated to the privacy of his office. When he was sure that she could no longer see him and that he was indeed alone, he allowed his face to show the pain that he had been experiencing for the past five minutes from a wounded rib, hissing painfully and clutching at it.
This could be problematic.
He limped all the way over to a leather sofa and gingerly sunk into it, wincing all the way. He closed his eyes.
Things couldn’t continue like this. As much as he hated to admit it, he was in no condition to even think about work. He was saving face for the sake of his pride, to show that he was strong and capable no matter what, that nothing could stop him from doing what he needed to do. But maybe… maybe he should have just stayed away. Nobody could question him on a little time off.
No, there was no time for that. He had to do this himself, run his company himself. But if his body couldn’t handle it he would have to find a way….
There was a light knocking on the door.
Kaiba ignored it, but the knocking continued. He sighed. “Yes Kuzuma, come in.”
The door opened slowly and Kuzuma’s heels clicked loudly as she tentatively eased her body in, as if afraid to enter. Kaiba didn’t bother to sit up, open his eyes, or put up the façade of working diligently as he should be doing. The pain wouldn’t be worth it.
“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, lowering her eyes in respect.
“Are you?”
“Y-Yes, but I have a message from a Mr. Yugi Moto. He said it was important; that it has something to do with your, uh…condition.”
Kaiba hesitated for a minute. “What did he want?”
“He requested that you meet him in the park.”
“And?”
Kuzuma looked uncomfortable. “That was all he said. He said that you would understand.”
“That I would understand, huh.” Kaiba snorted. What exactly would he understand?
“Should I…” Kuzuma murmured.
When it appeared he had nothing left to say, Kuzuma quietly, and quickly, excused herself. Kaiba reached around the ground to find his briefcase. The park wasn't far per se; it would take him a good fifteen minutes at the very most if he walked, five if he drove. His hand touched the handle and he fumbled to pull it closer.
But the question was should he even go?
What could Yugi possibly tell him? Nothing he wanted to hear at any rate.
He unlocked it as best as he could with one hand and pulled out a handful of pain killers and a bottled water. It wasn't like he had anything pressing to do right now, but why should he waste his time? He downed the contents in his hand. His mind was made up. Yugi couldn’t demand his presence!
But…
If he so happened to be taking a leisurely and relaxing walk in the park and he happened to run into Yugi, no one could fault him right?
Right.
This thought helped him justify the fact that he was now currently half walking half limping along a wide, cobbled (poorly done) path in the park.
The sun was out today, he noticed, it peeked through the leaves in narrow shafts. The birds in the trees were singing for all they were worth, and the dew made the grass shimmer. Kaiba immediately put on his sunglasses from the irritating scene.
For a person that he wasn't looking for, Yugi was sure hard to find. He’d been keeping an eye out for him for fifteen minutes already. Or had it only felt like a long time? His feet were already tired. It being the middle of the morning, not much people were around so it shouldn’t have been hard.
He mumbled while looking for a bench to rest, when his eyes fell upon a small figure already occupying the first one he saw. His head was lowered but his odd hair made him unmistakable.
Kaiba scowled but walked up to him to make his presence known.
Yugi looked surprised. “Kaiba, you came?”
“Don’t think that because you don’t have anything to do that others share the same sorry state. I have things to do so make it quick.”
“Sorry.”
He realized that he had been staring in shock. Kaiba wasn't surprised by the actual apology, but more by the way that Yugi said it. The Yugi he knew would probably look like a whining puppy after being chewed out by him like that, but Yugi’s facial expression had changed from surprised to devoid of anything. It was just like an afterthought.
He bristled at Yugi’s bland attitude.
“You should sit,” Yugi said, looking at Kaiba’s legs.
Kaiba’s pride would have stopped him, but he decided that it would be worse if he collapsed later, so he sat now. Besides, Yugi knew more about his injuries than anyone. He didn’t need to pretend.
“What do you want,” he demanded immediately.
“I thought you might want to know…about that night.”
“What, that I was mugged.”
“Kaiba, you were not mugged,” Yugi said flatly.
“Yeah, you would say that. Probably helped attack me if anything,” Kaiba mumbled after.
Yugi shook his head and sighed quietly. Kaiba glanced across at his profile. He looked tired and the underneath his eyes had darkened. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days to put it bluntly.
Yugi sighed again. His fists clenched and he took a deep breath; he was steeling himself for whatever he was about to say.
“Kaiba, the truth is, and please don’t laugh, I think….you were…possessed by something.”
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. “One; Do you ever see me laugh? And Two; Possessed? You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Wha-”
“Don’t try and spout your supernatural nonsense in my ear because I can assure you I don’t have the time.”
“I know it sounds crazy but you have to listen to me,” Yugi pleaded in a small voice. “You attacked two people!”
“I don’t have to listen to this.” Kaiba scoffed and got to his feet with every intention of leaving Yugi and his little story behind. Yugi scrambled up behind him.
“Kaiba, do you even remember what happened?”
Yugi was shaking. Was he actually afraid of something? Kaiba didn’t reply.
“There is something very wrong here. Kaiba listen to me, I’m worried something bad will happen to you.”
“You’re worried about me?” Kaiba asked disbelievingly.
Yugi was panting softly and he looked Kaiba directly in the eye and answered truthfully. “Yes.”
Kaiba was again taken aback by Yugi’s level of boldness. He really did seem enthusiastic about what he was saying but Kaiba just couldn’t bring himself to believe any of it.
{}
Yugi looked Kaiba straight in the eyes and tried to maintain eye contact. Was it so hard to believe that he was worried? He had stayed up half the night planning and rehearsing what he was going to say to Kaiba, but it had all fell from his mind the moment he saw his frowning face.
Although he would never say it, he felt sorry for Kaiba when he saw all the wounds he had. He felt sorry when he thought of how confused he must be, he felt sorry when he thought about that unfortunate couple…
He had to try to explain. He owed it to Kaiba.
“Will you please hear me out?” Yugi was begging now, looking for some sort of understanding within the icy blue pools that trapped him in that unrelenting stare.
Kaiba’s hesitation could be taken as a good sign but he still looked as unmovable as ever. “Yugi I, on some level, appreciate your concern, but-”
Yugi could feel his pulse begin to race when Kaiba fell to his knees, clutching at his throat, right in front of him. He sprang into action, trying to hold up as much of Kaiba’s body weight as he could.
“Kaiba! Are you all right?” Was this an after effect from last night? Had something gone wrong?
“Kaiba!” Yugi screamed when he started making loud choking noises. What the heck was going on? His mind was reeling.
He watched transfixed in horror, as Kaiba doubled over. He was too heavy, and Yugi felt himself being pulled down with him. “Help me! Please, somebody!” He panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. His instinct to call for help.
People who had been jogging or otherwise taking a stroll stopped to see what all the commotion was about, and a little gathering was beginning to form. Some were screaming and trying to get a closer look to see what was wrong.
“Is he alright? Call an ambulance,” a nervous voice suggested.
Kaiba’s hand suddenly flew from his neck and latched on to his shirt and pulled him closer in a blind haze. Yugi got a close look at his face which was burning red. Cold sweat dotted his forehead and his cheeks. He was panting rapidly, trying to fill his lungs with the air that he was obviously not getting.
But the thing that made Yugi gasp in surprise was his eyes. The white had been swallowed up by a mass of red.
“Kaiba…” his voice was a hoarse whisper.
Yugi raised a shaking hand. What was he doing? His hand was only inches away now. There was this need…a need to feel Kaiba’s skin.
Why do I feel like this?
Yugi was confused. There was a buzzing sensation in his skin.
Claws had sprouted from Kaiba’s hands and when he pulled his hand across his neck, it left a trail of blood. It was when the tips of his fingers touched the corner of Kaiba’s mouth that he noticed the long, sharp fangs. It was too late then.
TBC
Kay~