Clarity of Passion
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Conflicted Emotions
Clarity of Passion
By Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I Do not own Yugi-oh. If I did I would mail Tristan to DragonDreamer YamiDragon.
Warning - This story is going to have a lot of sex..yes sex, man/woman, man/man, and maybe some other surprises as well. There is no doubt going to be some gore if I have any say in it!!
So here goes....don't forget to reivew...feed the beast.
OH yeah...** denotes Malik's thoughts
~*~*~*~*
Chapter One - Conflicted Emotions
Isis could not help the growing feeling of disquiet. It had been a month since Yugi had returned home and she just could not shake the uneasiness that made her flesh crawl. The change in Seto had been drastic, devastating. With his new found charge safely stored in a separate wing of their home, she and their children had seen less and less of him until his appearances were only for the sake of meal times. He had lost interest in his family, no longer asking questions about their day or their interests, their performance in school no longer seemed to hold the same importance that it once was, and she knew that her children could sense the change. They were not unaware that something was different in their father, and there was no way that she could explain it to them.
Tamin, long used to her father’s coldness, seemed to draw even further away from him, and that worried Isis. She needed him most of all now, she was at that age between girl and woman, unsure of her place, but at the same time sure that she knew everything. Her beauty was becoming somewhat of a concern as well. She had her mother’s exotic features, her flawless olive skin, obsidian hair that hung straight and soft, and her father’s piercing blue eyes that betrayed her emotion with just a mere look. She was haughty like Setowavewavering in her determination to prove herself to the world, and lately she was getting into more and more trouble as she had begun to hang with a less than savoury crowd of friends.
Taro on the other hand seemed to be more and more withdrawn; his father’s lack of attention was having a very negative effect on the more introverted of her two children. She did all she could to draw him out and, to support him and love him, however the damage continued regardless. She felt torn between anguish and anger as she watched their son follow Seto around with worship in his eyes, desperate for any kind of attention. She knew he felt that he had let Seto down in some way and was throwing himself into his studies to prove that he was once again worthy of Seto’s approval. Normally collected and confident, Isis was for the first time unsure of how to handle the situation. Something had to change soon or their family was going to be torn apart.
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Tears fell down his face and he made no move to wipe them away. A soft touch to his cheek, like the caress of a butterfly, dried them with a touch.
“Let me take care of you, Yugi. You don’t have to be afraid any more.” The voice was both loving and pleading at the same time.
Yugi inched away from his protector, unable to look at him. The naked desire in Seto’s eyes made him uncomfortable.
“Why did you bring me here?” He asked, his voice trembled with emotion. His mind was troubled and he was having a hard time understanding what was wanted of him.
“I only want to protect you. You’ve been away a long time, I know it all seems scary right now, but give it time. You can trust me.” Seto longed to take the frightened teen in his arms; he ached to hold him, to give him the comfort he needed.
Yugi looked up at him, his violet eyes shinning with tears, his voice tremulous.
“I don’t know you. I don’t know any of you and I don’t want to be here any more. I want things to be the way they used to be. Why did you have to bring me back?” His voice began to rise with emotion.
Seto pulled back his hand, catching himself before he gave in to the impulse to stroke the pale cheek. He could feel his body throbbing with need, but keep his emotions, his desires, in check. Now was not the time. He was not an animal.
“I know it’s confusing. I just want to help you." He sighed and closed his eyes a moment at the intensity of the emotion he was feeling, unaware of the look of fear that had crossed Yugi’s face. “You don’t understand, but you will. I will find a way to make you understand. This is the way it should have been a long time ago.”
He stood up to leave. His expression once again controlled, the mask of the confident and powerful Seto Kaiba back in place. “One way or another you will see, Yugi.” With long purposeful strides he headed towards the door.
Yugi drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He could not control the sobs that wracked his body. In a matter of moments his life had been completely and utterly changed. He had gone from one prison to another.
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Mokuba stared out the window and listened to the birds chorusing outside in the garden. His wounds were still tender, but he was able to move around now with less pain. Withat eat effort on his part he had done all the physiotherapy that had been assigned, and then some, so that he could return to his home.
He was going to get better, and then he was going to pay Tea a little visit. She may have fooled Kyla’s father with her miraculous return to sanity, but Mokuba was not fooled one bit. She had to pay for what she did, not only to him, but to Kyla and to all the other girls who were not as lucky as they had been.
As if called by his thoughts, he watched as Kyla came into the room, like a golden angel. She smiled lovingly at him and called his name, her voice soft like a sigh, so that he almost had to strain his ears to hear her.
“Come here, love.” He motioned for her to sit next to him on the bed. “I’ve missed you.” He murmured into her ear, brushing away some straof hof honey coloured silk. His breath on her neck made her shudder with delight.
“Mokuba…”
He watched her eyes darken with pleasure as she turned to him and lean closer so that she could touch her lips to his. A light butterfly kiss that was somehow both chaste and seductive. He moaned a bit and slipped his tongue in between her soft pink lips, tasting the sweetness within. He reached up and tangled his hands in her hair and captured her, pulling her in close, becg mog more passionate and demanding. Kyla gave him a gentle push away.
“Mokuba, no, we shouldn’t.” She protested.
Angry at her rejection,pullpulled back, regarding her through narrowed eyes.
“Why the hell not, Ky, were going to be married, and it’s not like the first time I’ve kissed you or anything.” He pouted, aware of how unreasonable and childish he was sounding, but unwilling to make amends.
“You’ve just returned from the hospital, you need your rest.”
Kyla put her hand on his knee trying to be conciliatory. Ever since the attack Mokuba had been experiencing some mood swings that she had been unable to deal with, leaving her on edge, unsure of what to expect next. She knew he was experiencing nightmares, although he refused to share any of this with her, the doctor had told her he had to prescribe sleeping pills to get him through the night. She had pleaded with him to get some counselling, to speak to someone to help him deal with what had happened to him, but he refused.
“I really think…” She began but he cut her off with a rude noise somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.
“Don’t start, okay? I know what you are going to say and I don’t need some quack peeking into my head and messing with my brain. I start to open up to one of them and the next thing you know all my dirty little secrets are all over the tabloids or in some tell all book. Do you know how many people would love to get their hands on the Kaiba family dirt?” He ranted excitedly.
Kyla bit her lip and tried to calm him down, sorry that she had even brought the subject up again. “Mokuba, you know I love you.”
He rolled his eyes at her, causing her to recoil in shock.
“Oh yeah, you love me all right, that’s why you freeze up like an ice cube every time I touch you.” She watched his fists clench in uncontrolled anger. “I’m still a man you know, despite what that crazy bitch tried to do to me. Ever since that night it’s like I’ve lost favour with you, like I failed you.”
Kyla shook her head in denial and moved closer to him.
“No, Gods no, my love. It’s not like that at all, I’m just worried that were going to move too fast and hurt you. You haven’t had a lot of time to heal yet. You know I love you, I still want you as much as I always have.” He brushed her hand of his arm and shot her an angry look.
“You hate me don’t you? Because I couldn’t save you and your father did. I’ll never compare with him, will I, never be as good as the great Joey Wheeler. Shit, when he dies it will be a national holiday.” Kyla stood up, the venom of his words making her heart go cold.
“I don’t know why you are saying these hateful things to me. You know that I would do anything for you Mokuba. I wish you could get the help you need, because until you do the hate in your heart is going to split us apart.” She turned towards the door, hoping with all her heart he would say something to stop her and take her in his arms, but the words never came.
~*~*~*~*
Mai sat down at her desk and began to work on the discovery that was scheduled for Monday. She found it hard to concentrate on her work with the same joy that she once did. Her thoughts inevitably wandered to him.
She closed her eyes a moment and could almost hear his voice in her head, his words low and raspy with desire, whispering what he wanted to do to her. The anticipation was almost enough to undo her, and he never disappointed her when the time came to deliver. One thing about Joey, he was an amazing and generous lover, skilled and in tune with her body. She could feel herself responding to the memories.
With a guilty sigh she opened her eyes again and found herself drawn to the picture on her desk. The shot taken during her honeymoon with Max. She sighed again, this time feeling contrite. Her husband was a good man, and she knew that he loved her with great passion. He had pursed her with the same determination that he put into all his quests, and when he finally had her he refused to let the passion die. He treated her with respect, love and admiration. She never wanted for anything and she was confident in the knowledge that he husband loved her above all others and desired her with an ardour that most younger men would be jealous of.
And despite all this he still lacked her heart. She loved him, ois sis she had no doubt, however when it came down to it, there was only one man who would get the same passion in return. Joey. They were always meant to be together and no matter how much she tried, the love she felt for Max was just a shadow of the emotion she felt for Joey.
That night at the ruins had been too much for her. The intensity of the experiencmostmost brought her to her knees. She could still feel Joey’s eyes on her, drawing her in as she felt all his emotions and desires. It was the most intimate contact she had ever experienced in her life and it would be a long time before she could go on without reliving that moment over and over again.
Max had felt the change in her. Upon her return she described the events to him in great detail, but could not bring herself to share their connection with him. She felt that she had hurt him enough and he deserved better than that. She could see thestiostions in his eyes that he dare not ask. She tired to make it up to him, to love him with the depth he was hy ohy of, but that just seemed to make things worse, like she was guilty of something. A true gentleman, he never pushed her to share what had happened and merely told her how much he loved her, solicitous of her feelings. She really didn’t deserve him.
She wondered what kind of hell was reserved for women who declare their love for their husbands, while thinking about making love to another man. The man who in all honesty held her heart, and always would. What the hell was she going to do?
~*~*~*~*
Kyla stopped running somewhere in the garden maze, when she finally came to the conclusion that she was lost. Sobbing, she sat down on a bench and put her face in her hands. She was supposed to be happy, she had survived and was planning to get married, she should not be miserable. A cry of anguish escaped before she realized what she was doing.
“Here.” She felt a handkerchief being put into her hands. “I think you need this. Although if you ask me I think it’s a crime that a beautiful woman like yourself is out here all alone crying.” She looked up at the voice.
Beside her stood a very exotic and very sensual looking man. He was older than her, perhaps even more so than Mokuba, but he had a very magnetic powerful aura about him that drew her in. There was a hint of an accent to his voice that reminded her of Isis.
“Thank you.” She mumbled as she accepted the proffered gift, wiping her eyes. She could not help but to give him an appreciative look. He was tall and lean, thin, but muscular, the word sleek would be easily used to describe him, like a cat. His eyes were almond shape, and his skin dark olive, perhaps more so that it really was due to the fact that it was framed by hair that was so blond it was white. A small grin tugged at one end of a very full and sensual mouth, and his violet eyes (much like her own) twinkled with amusement.
“Can I sit?” He asked gently. Kyla nodded and motioned for him to do so. “So can I get your name so I know who I am defending when I pummel the man who did this to you?” He teased, and Kyla could not help but to smile.
“Kyla Wheeler.” She offered a hand to him and was surprised to see his smile falter just a moment before it was quickly back in place.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips in gentlemanly gesture that caused her heart to beat a little faster.
“Malik Ishtar.” He said looking deep into her eyes. It was then that the recognition she was feeling made perfect sense.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “You’re Isis’ brother.” He smiled again sending a feeling of warmth spreading through her body.
“Yes. I’ve decided to surprise my sister with a visit. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.” She smiled at him, some of the pain of her visit with Mokuba receding at his attention, there was something about him that was very captivating and she felt a flush of guilt at her reaction to him. As if reading her thoughts he grinned again and she realized that he was still holding her hand, which she promptly drew back.
“I’m sure Isis will be thrilled to see you. I know how much she dotes on you.” He chuckled at her comment.
“She still treats me like her little brother. Probably always will.” He said wryly causing her to smile at his admission.
“And what are you doing here at the Kaiba’s grounds, so unhappy, Miss Wheeler?” He asked, his gaze piercing.
“My fiancé is here.” She stammered, feeling awkward under his scrutiny.
“Well since it obviously isn’t Seto, I can only assume you are talking about Mokuba.” She nodded and got up to leave.
“Yes. I’m sorry to bother you, I really have to get going, and I am sure you are anxious to see your sister.”
He stood up as well and looked down at her; her mouth went dry as his eyes caressed her face.
“A pleasure, Miss Wheeler, one that I hope to have again.”
Kyla swallowed hard and turned to leave, feeling the heat of his gaze on her back as she left.
*We will meet again, you and I.* He thought wickedly as she hurried out of the garden.*On my terms of course.* The friendly smile that had wooed over Kyla Wheeler turned to something sinister and calculating.
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Talk about a bunch of messed up people....what fun!!
Reviews are welcome....*stares into the computer screen* You feel sleepy...you need to reivew...need to reivew...................
By Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I Do not own Yugi-oh. If I did I would mail Tristan to DragonDreamer YamiDragon.
Warning - This story is going to have a lot of sex..yes sex, man/woman, man/man, and maybe some other surprises as well. There is no doubt going to be some gore if I have any say in it!!
So here goes....don't forget to reivew...feed the beast.
OH yeah...** denotes Malik's thoughts
~*~*~*~*
Chapter One - Conflicted Emotions
Isis could not help the growing feeling of disquiet. It had been a month since Yugi had returned home and she just could not shake the uneasiness that made her flesh crawl. The change in Seto had been drastic, devastating. With his new found charge safely stored in a separate wing of their home, she and their children had seen less and less of him until his appearances were only for the sake of meal times. He had lost interest in his family, no longer asking questions about their day or their interests, their performance in school no longer seemed to hold the same importance that it once was, and she knew that her children could sense the change. They were not unaware that something was different in their father, and there was no way that she could explain it to them.
Tamin, long used to her father’s coldness, seemed to draw even further away from him, and that worried Isis. She needed him most of all now, she was at that age between girl and woman, unsure of her place, but at the same time sure that she knew everything. Her beauty was becoming somewhat of a concern as well. She had her mother’s exotic features, her flawless olive skin, obsidian hair that hung straight and soft, and her father’s piercing blue eyes that betrayed her emotion with just a mere look. She was haughty like Setowavewavering in her determination to prove herself to the world, and lately she was getting into more and more trouble as she had begun to hang with a less than savoury crowd of friends.
Taro on the other hand seemed to be more and more withdrawn; his father’s lack of attention was having a very negative effect on the more introverted of her two children. She did all she could to draw him out and, to support him and love him, however the damage continued regardless. She felt torn between anguish and anger as she watched their son follow Seto around with worship in his eyes, desperate for any kind of attention. She knew he felt that he had let Seto down in some way and was throwing himself into his studies to prove that he was once again worthy of Seto’s approval. Normally collected and confident, Isis was for the first time unsure of how to handle the situation. Something had to change soon or their family was going to be torn apart.
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Tears fell down his face and he made no move to wipe them away. A soft touch to his cheek, like the caress of a butterfly, dried them with a touch.
“Let me take care of you, Yugi. You don’t have to be afraid any more.” The voice was both loving and pleading at the same time.
Yugi inched away from his protector, unable to look at him. The naked desire in Seto’s eyes made him uncomfortable.
“Why did you bring me here?” He asked, his voice trembled with emotion. His mind was troubled and he was having a hard time understanding what was wanted of him.
“I only want to protect you. You’ve been away a long time, I know it all seems scary right now, but give it time. You can trust me.” Seto longed to take the frightened teen in his arms; he ached to hold him, to give him the comfort he needed.
Yugi looked up at him, his violet eyes shinning with tears, his voice tremulous.
“I don’t know you. I don’t know any of you and I don’t want to be here any more. I want things to be the way they used to be. Why did you have to bring me back?” His voice began to rise with emotion.
Seto pulled back his hand, catching himself before he gave in to the impulse to stroke the pale cheek. He could feel his body throbbing with need, but keep his emotions, his desires, in check. Now was not the time. He was not an animal.
“I know it’s confusing. I just want to help you." He sighed and closed his eyes a moment at the intensity of the emotion he was feeling, unaware of the look of fear that had crossed Yugi’s face. “You don’t understand, but you will. I will find a way to make you understand. This is the way it should have been a long time ago.”
He stood up to leave. His expression once again controlled, the mask of the confident and powerful Seto Kaiba back in place. “One way or another you will see, Yugi.” With long purposeful strides he headed towards the door.
Yugi drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He could not control the sobs that wracked his body. In a matter of moments his life had been completely and utterly changed. He had gone from one prison to another.
~*~*~*~
Mokuba stared out the window and listened to the birds chorusing outside in the garden. His wounds were still tender, but he was able to move around now with less pain. Withat eat effort on his part he had done all the physiotherapy that had been assigned, and then some, so that he could return to his home.
He was going to get better, and then he was going to pay Tea a little visit. She may have fooled Kyla’s father with her miraculous return to sanity, but Mokuba was not fooled one bit. She had to pay for what she did, not only to him, but to Kyla and to all the other girls who were not as lucky as they had been.
As if called by his thoughts, he watched as Kyla came into the room, like a golden angel. She smiled lovingly at him and called his name, her voice soft like a sigh, so that he almost had to strain his ears to hear her.
“Come here, love.” He motioned for her to sit next to him on the bed. “I’ve missed you.” He murmured into her ear, brushing away some straof hof honey coloured silk. His breath on her neck made her shudder with delight.
“Mokuba…”
He watched her eyes darken with pleasure as she turned to him and lean closer so that she could touch her lips to his. A light butterfly kiss that was somehow both chaste and seductive. He moaned a bit and slipped his tongue in between her soft pink lips, tasting the sweetness within. He reached up and tangled his hands in her hair and captured her, pulling her in close, becg mog more passionate and demanding. Kyla gave him a gentle push away.
“Mokuba, no, we shouldn’t.” She protested.
Angry at her rejection,pullpulled back, regarding her through narrowed eyes.
“Why the hell not, Ky, were going to be married, and it’s not like the first time I’ve kissed you or anything.” He pouted, aware of how unreasonable and childish he was sounding, but unwilling to make amends.
“You’ve just returned from the hospital, you need your rest.”
Kyla put her hand on his knee trying to be conciliatory. Ever since the attack Mokuba had been experiencing some mood swings that she had been unable to deal with, leaving her on edge, unsure of what to expect next. She knew he was experiencing nightmares, although he refused to share any of this with her, the doctor had told her he had to prescribe sleeping pills to get him through the night. She had pleaded with him to get some counselling, to speak to someone to help him deal with what had happened to him, but he refused.
“I really think…” She began but he cut her off with a rude noise somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.
“Don’t start, okay? I know what you are going to say and I don’t need some quack peeking into my head and messing with my brain. I start to open up to one of them and the next thing you know all my dirty little secrets are all over the tabloids or in some tell all book. Do you know how many people would love to get their hands on the Kaiba family dirt?” He ranted excitedly.
Kyla bit her lip and tried to calm him down, sorry that she had even brought the subject up again. “Mokuba, you know I love you.”
He rolled his eyes at her, causing her to recoil in shock.
“Oh yeah, you love me all right, that’s why you freeze up like an ice cube every time I touch you.” She watched his fists clench in uncontrolled anger. “I’m still a man you know, despite what that crazy bitch tried to do to me. Ever since that night it’s like I’ve lost favour with you, like I failed you.”
Kyla shook her head in denial and moved closer to him.
“No, Gods no, my love. It’s not like that at all, I’m just worried that were going to move too fast and hurt you. You haven’t had a lot of time to heal yet. You know I love you, I still want you as much as I always have.” He brushed her hand of his arm and shot her an angry look.
“You hate me don’t you? Because I couldn’t save you and your father did. I’ll never compare with him, will I, never be as good as the great Joey Wheeler. Shit, when he dies it will be a national holiday.” Kyla stood up, the venom of his words making her heart go cold.
“I don’t know why you are saying these hateful things to me. You know that I would do anything for you Mokuba. I wish you could get the help you need, because until you do the hate in your heart is going to split us apart.” She turned towards the door, hoping with all her heart he would say something to stop her and take her in his arms, but the words never came.
~*~*~*~*
Mai sat down at her desk and began to work on the discovery that was scheduled for Monday. She found it hard to concentrate on her work with the same joy that she once did. Her thoughts inevitably wandered to him.
She closed her eyes a moment and could almost hear his voice in her head, his words low and raspy with desire, whispering what he wanted to do to her. The anticipation was almost enough to undo her, and he never disappointed her when the time came to deliver. One thing about Joey, he was an amazing and generous lover, skilled and in tune with her body. She could feel herself responding to the memories.
With a guilty sigh she opened her eyes again and found herself drawn to the picture on her desk. The shot taken during her honeymoon with Max. She sighed again, this time feeling contrite. Her husband was a good man, and she knew that he loved her with great passion. He had pursed her with the same determination that he put into all his quests, and when he finally had her he refused to let the passion die. He treated her with respect, love and admiration. She never wanted for anything and she was confident in the knowledge that he husband loved her above all others and desired her with an ardour that most younger men would be jealous of.
And despite all this he still lacked her heart. She loved him, ois sis she had no doubt, however when it came down to it, there was only one man who would get the same passion in return. Joey. They were always meant to be together and no matter how much she tried, the love she felt for Max was just a shadow of the emotion she felt for Joey.
That night at the ruins had been too much for her. The intensity of the experiencmostmost brought her to her knees. She could still feel Joey’s eyes on her, drawing her in as she felt all his emotions and desires. It was the most intimate contact she had ever experienced in her life and it would be a long time before she could go on without reliving that moment over and over again.
Max had felt the change in her. Upon her return she described the events to him in great detail, but could not bring herself to share their connection with him. She felt that she had hurt him enough and he deserved better than that. She could see thestiostions in his eyes that he dare not ask. She tired to make it up to him, to love him with the depth he was hy ohy of, but that just seemed to make things worse, like she was guilty of something. A true gentleman, he never pushed her to share what had happened and merely told her how much he loved her, solicitous of her feelings. She really didn’t deserve him.
She wondered what kind of hell was reserved for women who declare their love for their husbands, while thinking about making love to another man. The man who in all honesty held her heart, and always would. What the hell was she going to do?
~*~*~*~*
Kyla stopped running somewhere in the garden maze, when she finally came to the conclusion that she was lost. Sobbing, she sat down on a bench and put her face in her hands. She was supposed to be happy, she had survived and was planning to get married, she should not be miserable. A cry of anguish escaped before she realized what she was doing.
“Here.” She felt a handkerchief being put into her hands. “I think you need this. Although if you ask me I think it’s a crime that a beautiful woman like yourself is out here all alone crying.” She looked up at the voice.
Beside her stood a very exotic and very sensual looking man. He was older than her, perhaps even more so than Mokuba, but he had a very magnetic powerful aura about him that drew her in. There was a hint of an accent to his voice that reminded her of Isis.
“Thank you.” She mumbled as she accepted the proffered gift, wiping her eyes. She could not help but to give him an appreciative look. He was tall and lean, thin, but muscular, the word sleek would be easily used to describe him, like a cat. His eyes were almond shape, and his skin dark olive, perhaps more so that it really was due to the fact that it was framed by hair that was so blond it was white. A small grin tugged at one end of a very full and sensual mouth, and his violet eyes (much like her own) twinkled with amusement.
“Can I sit?” He asked gently. Kyla nodded and motioned for him to do so. “So can I get your name so I know who I am defending when I pummel the man who did this to you?” He teased, and Kyla could not help but to smile.
“Kyla Wheeler.” She offered a hand to him and was surprised to see his smile falter just a moment before it was quickly back in place.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips in gentlemanly gesture that caused her heart to beat a little faster.
“Malik Ishtar.” He said looking deep into her eyes. It was then that the recognition she was feeling made perfect sense.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “You’re Isis’ brother.” He smiled again sending a feeling of warmth spreading through her body.
“Yes. I’ve decided to surprise my sister with a visit. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.” She smiled at him, some of the pain of her visit with Mokuba receding at his attention, there was something about him that was very captivating and she felt a flush of guilt at her reaction to him. As if reading her thoughts he grinned again and she realized that he was still holding her hand, which she promptly drew back.
“I’m sure Isis will be thrilled to see you. I know how much she dotes on you.” He chuckled at her comment.
“She still treats me like her little brother. Probably always will.” He said wryly causing her to smile at his admission.
“And what are you doing here at the Kaiba’s grounds, so unhappy, Miss Wheeler?” He asked, his gaze piercing.
“My fiancé is here.” She stammered, feeling awkward under his scrutiny.
“Well since it obviously isn’t Seto, I can only assume you are talking about Mokuba.” She nodded and got up to leave.
“Yes. I’m sorry to bother you, I really have to get going, and I am sure you are anxious to see your sister.”
He stood up as well and looked down at her; her mouth went dry as his eyes caressed her face.
“A pleasure, Miss Wheeler, one that I hope to have again.”
Kyla swallowed hard and turned to leave, feeling the heat of his gaze on her back as she left.
*We will meet again, you and I.* He thought wickedly as she hurried out of the garden.*On my terms of course.* The friendly smile that had wooed over Kyla Wheeler turned to something sinister and calculating.
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Talk about a bunch of messed up people....what fun!!
Reviews are welcome....*stares into the computer screen* You feel sleepy...you need to reivew...need to reivew...................