Pride and Soul
- Chapter6
The Solid Image Theory
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Mediums Destroyed: 3 Yuugi was shocked to see that (though the concern in their eyes was palpable) Kira�s parents remained utterly calm when told their daughter was in a coma. Her father remained at the reception desk to discuss medical fees with the staff, while her mother stationed herself at her bedside. He and the others had cluttered about Kira, leaving little room to breathe in the stuffy hospital. �Kaede-san? Has something like this happened before?� he broke the awkward silence that embraced them upon the Ryuushou�s arrival. Kaede nodded. Wisps of her blonde hair had fallen from her tight bun, and her blue dress was slightly ruffled, but otherwise her appearance was perfectly tidy. �Kira� has been having problems for� I think a year now.� �What sort of �problems?�� Seto inquired awfully rudely. Yuugi wondering why he and Mokuba had even bothered to stay when he wasn�t close to Kira, but opted not to say anything. If harassed, Seto was likely to leave, and Yuugi still wanted to make him a friend. Ryuushou Kaede clutched Kira�s pasty hand, �Kira said she felt as though someone was calling her. There was a sort of pain associated with it, but she got used it quickly. Then she passed out, just like how you all saw, twice. Afterwards, she continued to get those �callings.� However, there was something else. She sometimes would get waves of excruciating pain as well... What she said even hurt more, though, was that she wasn�t able to participate in Duel Monsters tournaments. Kira�s episodes always seem to occur rapidly during them.� Yuugi and his buddies sent questioning glances to each other, a few surprised whispers buzzing between them. The Kaibas, however, weren�t fazed at all. �Isn�t there a cure?� Mokuba�s purple eyes were questioning. Kaede tried to smile at the boy, but failed miserably. �The doctors aren�t even sure what�s wrong with her.� Seto�s cell phone buzzed obnoxiously. �Hai?� He didn�t bother to excuse himself, but at least was polite enough to exit the room. �So she�ll wake up soon?� Honda was asking. �She normally recovers in a week or so,� Kaede gathered her raincoat and umbrella- protection against the sudden downpour. �But if you all will excuse me, I need to speak with my husband.� �My mom would be hysterical if anything like that ever happened to me,� Anzu growled when the door was safely fastened. �Sounds like they�re used to it,� Otogi shrugged. �I wonder why she didn�t confide in us?� Yuugi pondered. �Did she say anything to you, Anzu?� Jounouchi inquired. �No� but I don�t think we should take it personally. We haven�t really known her all that long, and haven�t gotten into any �personal� conversations, yet.� �That�s true,� Honda agreed. �What timing she�s got, huh?� Jounouchi elbowed Yuugi. �Just when things were getting interesting in your duel.� �It looked like she was kicking your ass,� Otogi added dryly. �I don�t know about that. My other self still had tons of strategies in mind. Still, I think she is a very good duelist.� �She used a lot of dragon cards,� Mokuba piped in. �I liked that. It reminds me of my older brother.� �The rest of her is different,� objected Jounouchi. �Are you sure we should be talking about this now?� Anzu�s frosty glare fixated on Jounouchi. �Kira�s lying right in front of you in a coma, you know.� Just then, the door slammed open so hard it shook Kira�s bed frame. They all turned in alarm to Kaiba Seto, whom was clenching his cell so hard it began to crunch in his hands. His azure eyes smoldered in rage, white teeth clenched as his death glare settled upon Yuugi. �Mutou! What have you done to my Blue Eyes?!� Seto fiercely demanded as he grasped Yuugi�s collar, lifting the small teen a few feet off the ground. �Your� Blue Eyes?� Seto lost his patience. He hurled Yuugi into the wall like a rag doll. Stars danced in front of Yuugi�s eyes as he attempted to stand, wondering if the impact had given him a concussion. �Someone broke into Kaiba Corp. and tore up one of my Blue Eyes! The guards said he glimmered with a golden light. Now I know it was you and your hocus-pocus millennium nonsense. You�re trying to get revenge for that old man, aren�t you?!� �Switch with me, aibou! This is the last time he ever picks on you. I�ll make sure of it.� Yami Yuugi was close to foaming at the mouth when he approached his other self in their �mind world.� �No,� Yuugi countered just as sternly. �Violence isn�t the answer. Seto is just hurting now.� �But�� �No �buts.� Imagine if something happened to Black Magician.� An understanding grin replaced Yami Yuugi�s flaming scowl. �All right, aibou. You�re right, but change places with me, anyway. There�s something I want to tell him.� Yuugi trustingly complied with his wish. �It�s a good thing I really meant that,� Yami Yuugi thought. �Aibou is just to gullible.� �No way�� the shock had brought Mokuba to his knees. �Not� Blue Eyes.� Meanwhile, Anzu gasped, and the three remaining males had raised their fists to Seto. �Stop,� Yami Yuugi outstretched his arm before his buddies. Then he glanced to Seto, �Kaiba it was not me who defiled your Blue Eyes. I was dueling with Kira, you saw me.� Seto was trembling in anger, but didn�t resist when Mokuba gently tugged him to the adjacent wall. Apparently, Kaiba was too shaken to even storm off. �A golden light? It does sound like the magic of a Sennen Item,� Otogi mused. �Ah,� The other Yuugi agreed. �My guess is that it was Bakura.� �What? Why would Bakura rip up only one Blue Eyes?� Jounouchi snorted. �Maybe he didn�t have time to deal with the others?� Honda suggested. Long minutes passed with each dwelling in their own thoughts. Finally, Anzu had come up with a theory of her own. �I think the Solid Images are what�s affecting Kira.� �WHAT!? HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY INVENTIONS!� The hypothesis was too much for Kaiba Seto, whom was still cooperating from his ruined Blue Eyes. �How could holograms make someone go into a coma?� Jounouchi was skeptical. �Think about the time period,� Anzu pointed out. �It all started a year ago, right? Wasn�t that when Solid Images became really popular?� �But Niisama invented them a long time ago!� Mokuba protested. �Yes, but they were used in war back then. The Solid Images would�ve been too far away to have an effect. And there�s more. Kaede-san said Kira couldn�t partake in tournaments because she would be in too much pain? Aren�t tournaments chalked full of Solid Images? She wouldn�t be able to take it.� �There are too many holes,� Otogi was skeptical. �I know it�s only a theory, but I think it makes sense.� �I agree with Anzu,� Yami Yuugi nodded. �It�s too much of a coincidence.� �Well I don�t buy it one bit,� Seto snarled. �There is nothing wrong with my Solid Images.� With that he strut to the elevator, Mokuba barely able to keep at his tail. Seto's nimble fingers typed furiously, his third cup of coffee simmering beside him. He wore only a full body suit of black diamond leather. His normally perfectly groomed hair was slightly mused from sleeping in his arm chair. It had been five days since Ryuushou Kira blacked out during her duel with Yuugi, and five days since his Blue Eyes was obliterated. Mokuba had warily suggested that Seto retreat to his ocean-side estate, where he could vent off his anger without putting the populous of Kaiba Corp. in jeopardy. Before he left, Seto had ordered as many people as he could to catch the Blue Eyes culprit. The search was virtually hopeless. Not only were they severely lacking with evidence, but the thief had taken out the security system. The whiteness had only seen a 'flash of golden light' before they found his Blue Eyes torn into quarters on the floor. Seto's sour face glared into his monitor, which wasn't displaying anything to do with his Blue Eyes. Rather it was Ryuushou Kira's medical history. Aside from working on Kaiba Corp. business, Seto had dedicated his time into researching Mazaki's 'Solid Image Theory.' Seto couldn't bear to think that his invention was causing Kira harm. The project was making him more than a little upset. His beloved Blue Eyes was in smithereens, and he couldn't stop thinking about Kira. In his sleep he dreamt of her, in the shower he imagined she was bathing with him. Whenever he looked upon the novel he'd been reading on the day they met he would instantly reminiscence over the feel of lying on top of Kira, her supple curves, and the way his hand brushed against her silky hair. He even specifically organized his day so he could be by the phone when the hospital announced her recovery. He tore away from his computer, the chair nearly smacking his foot upon the impact. That naive little girl had no idea that he jacked off over her, probably couldn't imagine that she could drive him crazy. But didn't her innocence make her attractive? Seto was a predator, and Kira was defenseless prey. Her angelic nature turned him on, making him want to dominate her all the more. His tongue flicked across his lips as he imagined her moan, her face pink with ecstasy, sapphire eyes pleading. Seto whipped off his belt, and peeled off his clothing before jumping into the bed beside him. His mind consisted only of Kira as he grabbed his aching cock. A scene played before his eyes, one in which he seduced Kira into joining him in his bed. His hand pumped faster as the scene progressed. He desired Kira beneath him again, but naked and wanting him instead. A moan escaped his lips as he approached the climax, his mind filled with images of him fucking Kira. �Kira,� he whimpered as cum spurted into his hand. He didn't bother to clean up before climbing underneath the covers, body pleasurably exhausted. �Oh, Seto!� Kira cried. �Oh... you sex god!� Seto's face blistered with male pride, thrusting faster upon her moans. Her back arched into him, sweat glistening on her body as she called for him louder. He slowed before they met their high. Their bodies screamed, enjoying the sweet, extended pleasure as he rocked into her... His hand was greasy with pre-cum as the telephone jolted him out of his dream. He reached over to his nightstand, yanking the phone off its receiver and answering non-too friendly. �Hai?� His eyes grew wide as he responded to the caller's senseless chatter, �Kira's... awake?� Not an hour later, Seto and Mokuba stood before Kira and her ecstatic parents. Kira's already pale skin was deathly sallow, and her ash blonde hair was dirtied by a near week's worth of grime. Her eyes were dull, and expression indifferent. There was a commendable amount of food scraps on her tray, like she only had the brain capacity to fill her five-days worth of empty stomach. Nevertheless, she was beautiful to Seto. He had taken the time to brush his teeth and hair (and wash his hands, of course), but had neglected to throw a coat over his leather outfit. He was pleased to see her eyes travel over the bumps of muscles seeping through the material, her foot twirling from underneath the blankets. Mokuba presented her with a handsome mound of parfait, and was allowed to crawl next to her to nibble off what she didn't devour. Seto's lip twitched with jealousy. What he wouldn't give to be the one sharing food with her. Kira's parents gushed over her for a few more minutes before letting her alone with her friends. They needed to chat with the doctors, anyway. But as Kunihiko noted, there would be no real point to it. Nobody would be able to figure out what was wrong with her anyway. Seto had to silently agree. Though he was not a medical expert, he had looked over Kira's reports, and they had little to tell. In any case, he couldn't express his opinions. As the CEO of Kaiba Corp. he had much control over Domino, but that didn't mean he should brag people's supposedly confidential history in public. �Thank you for coming to see me,� Kira's voice trembled a bit. �And thank you Mokuba-kun for the desert, it was delicious.� �Not a problem. I figured you'd be sick of hospital food,� he scampered to his brother's side. �Actually, I thought it tasted good,� she smiled. �I guess something must really be wrong with me!� Mokuba involuntarily took a step back. He'd seen the slop the nurses passed out to their patients. �You... problems.� Kira giggled, �Sou des ne?� Seto clenched his teeth upon the sound of her laugh. Damn she was cute. Mediums Destroyed: 3 To Be Continued
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