I decided to make another story, I have had this chapter written a while ago, like two week, and finally decided to place it up. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or it's characters but I do own this story. I hope you enjoy.
Innocence
Chapter 1
Innocence is Pleasure
May, the month where things were supposed to grow after the showers April brought in. The sun was glaring in the window of the spring morning of his office threatening to burn his skin under its concentrated rays. It was just like every day in the office. Phones rang as he walked to his office and people were coming to him from different departments within the building giving him updates or problems within the large elevator. His answers were short and to the point with all the information they needed to continue. If something was done, which none of his new ideas were completed that day, he would have gone to test it out himself. But today he was in front of a laptop with the television on in the background telling him all the news within the city and around the world. He didn't really care about most of it. Between the murders, accidents, and other assorted awful, cruel things the world preformed on a daily bases, he just wasn't interested. Most of the murders weren't even within the country he happened to be working in. It was on only for the purpose of keeping him on topic within his own projects and keeping tabs on the world if anything truly unexpected happened.
Nothing was happening as the usual. His adventuring days were long past. Really though, it was only a few weeks ago had those days ended, at least he hoped. He was glad that the insanity had ended. But, somewhere in him he wished it hadn't. He shook his head as the thought arrived. That was the last thing he needed at the moment. He had a lot of things to fix within his company as he expanded what his company participated in. Yugi hadn't got into any trouble that he had heard about and seemed to be living the same ordinary life that he had since leaving Egypt. The two of them talked a few times since then as friends, as Yugi and Mokuba had put it. He didn't acknowledge the friendship, but he did have respect towards him, not that he would say that to him either.
He worked until noon with a lot of progress on his next project to the point it was ready for his workers in the duel disk division to start building it. He sent the blue prints and other add-on instructions through an email to the leader of the department within his building before closing his laptop. He sat back in his chair and sighed out his stress he didn't realize he was carrying. He was expecting it to be done a week later, but here he was sitting with it complete a week early. He pulled out his cellphone and checked to see what else he had planned for the day. Surprisingly enough, he had nothing booked for a few days other than the project he had just completed. He opened his laptop again and looked it over again to make sure he wasn't wrong in any of the programing or the building instructions. It became clear there was nothing wrong with it and the product he had sent was in perfect condition that they couldn't possibly mess it up. He wondered how he had managed to finish it, but then he remembered he had worked overnights when the idea was on his head and nothing had bugged him during the last three weeks like he would have expected to happen.
He stood up and leaned against his window shifting his white suit in the process. He looked outside slightly at the trees, roads, and houses within his view. There was one building in particular that stood out, it happened be a large mall of some sort. He turned away to look over his schedule for the following week. Maybe there was a chance to get ahead of his schedule. He looked at it and frowned. The project required parts from other KC locations across the world and wouldn't even arrive until the day his assigned project started. He put his phone away and shut his laptop again. He pulled up a steel brief case from under his desk and placed it on the table. He opened the empty case and placed the laptop inside as he pressed a button on the desk phone.
~Mister Kaiba?~ an English speaking secretary replied on the other end.
"I'm leaving the office for the day and might not come in tomorrow, if there is anything that is important on the list of projects then contact me about them, if not tell them they can wait until I get back to the office."
~Yes Mister Kaiba, do you want the car to come and pick you up?~
"No, I'm going for a walk."
~Alright, have a good walk sir.~
He hung up the phone and locked the suitcase. He didn't quite understand the mannerism of the country he was in. It was a peaceful, nice country that most people practically apologized for things they weren't even to fault of. He thought it was strange to it being so close to a very paranoid country and having a completely flipped personality, almost creepy, but not. It was just a friendly large country with very little population. He walked out of his office as his television shut off on its own. He closed the door and locked it, even though it was pointless as there wasn't anything of importance in there. It was really just to piss off anyone who managed to break in and would have been quite amusing if they could as he could watch it from the video footage later and laugh as they found nothing of value. He walked into the elevator and went to the bottom floor of the building.
He walked out of the building without anyone disturbing him into the sunlight of the day. The forecast had said it was to rain that day, but the weather decided otherwise. He breathed in the semi-fresh air and walked in one direction. He didn't really have a clue where he was going, but the direction of the mall. Since he arrived in the area, he noticed people knew he was famous, but gave him space like he was an ordinary citizen within the community. He asked his secretary why they weren't flocking in the thousands towards him with cameras. She laughed causing him a bit of annoyance, but explained that if they were taking pictures it was from afar. The citizens of the country respected people's personal space and only if the person allowed such a thing like pictures or mobbing. They would even form lines without pushing if the person or group were taking photos with them. He thought about it for a while and still didn't understand what made them so different from the rest of the countries, but he wasn't complaining. He personally thought it was great that they gave him space to do his own thing. He walked onto Carling Avenue and looked back at the building remembering back when he wanted to set up a location within the area. It was difficult to find a place between the protected parks and the housing but he found on in the forest in between a farmer's field. He paid the city and the owner or owners, he didn't care, well and the city managed to pay off a few of its debts. He built the building and after several years, he finally decided to stay at the location for a while. The employees seemed to be working and he had only managed to fire three people in the first day. The work place was better for his employees according to the thank you emails for firing them. He had only witnessed one act from each of them when he first arrived and they were fired on the spot for their stupidity. Apparently, they were a rather a nuisance, but nobody could fire them as they were all leaders of their branches. He grinned as he turned away and continued his walk in the direction of the large building that he couldn't see. The building practically danced with happy workers when he fired them and his projects were completed faster with efficiency. Since the first day, he hadn't fired a single worker which he was surprised as he had been there for almost two weeks.
His walk brought him to a crosswalk as he passed Sir John A. MacDonald Parkway. He guessed it was an important person to have an entire parkway dedicated to him, but didn't think on it as he continued his walk. There were a lot of cars on the road as people headed to their lunch breaks or headed back from them. There weren't as many people on the side walk as there were people in their own yards cleaning them from the wet weather and preparing their gardens and lawns. He walked passed a yard that smelt of fresh cut grass. It was an interesting smell as he never smelt it all that much in Domino. After about thirty-five minutes of walking he turned onto Bayshore Drive where a large mall stood with construction taking place on the far side of the Bayshore Shopping Center. He walked down the road and bit debating to himself whether he would go in or not. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot and he guessed that it was had a lot of people in the food court. His stomach growled in protest winning the argument with its hands tied and blindfolded. He walked onto the grounds and across the parking lot.
He walked into the mall and found it surprisingly bigger than what he thought it was going to be. The ceiling was high above him and the walkways were wide. Even though he could tell there were a lot of people, it didn't seem like it one bit. He walked and followed the signs to the food court somewhat subconsciously. Once he made it to the top floor by taking the stairs he somewhat regretted it. All around him was fast food like every mall food court had. He looked around and then found a food that he was much more familiar with: a teriyaki bar. He walked over and waited in a very short line that was slowly growing as people came to the food court to eat. He ordered chicken teriyaki and paid the employee and watched his food preparing in front of him.
Within no time he was out of the line and in an empty part of the food court where only one other girl sat eating the same thing he was having while her mother, he guessed, who sat across from her was having nachos and cheese with salsa. He could tell from the way the mother looked over at the teriyaki that she also wanted some which automatically told him she was a gluten free member of society. He couldn't remember the proper name at the top of his head, but he didn't care at the moment as he ate the food his stomach was practically crying for with no sense of pride or dignity. He kept looking back at the girl for some reason. She confused him. She had long red-brown hair that was almost perfectly straight that was layered with each layer flicking out and bangs that were almost like his bangs; sitting there, in the way but also out of the way, they were just there were chin length pieces formed around her face. She looked at him once noticing his presence, but didn't say anything as she continued to eat like she was also as hungry as he was. She wore a pair of sneakers and jeans with a tight long sleeve, V-neck black shirt. Her features were small and he thought she was about eleven or twelve until he noticed her body language and language skills making her flawless shape pleasant to look at. He guessed she was around his age at the most. She caught eye contact with him and he saw her strange green with brownish-red outlined eyes in the sunlight of her seat. He looked away not being able to look at them for long as he turned to his almost empty dish. He caught a faint smirk playing on her lips like it was a game that they were having; each one looking at the other without the other one noticing. He thought he was doing a good job until he saw the smirk. She had been looking at him the entire time when he wasn't looking at her and he hadn't noticed.
Her mother picked up the garbage from the girl's table without any leftovers and walked it to the nearest garbage, which was in the center of the room. The girl picked herself off her seat gracefully, walked over to him as he noticed she only stood at about five foot two and sat down in the seat in front of him. He was annoyed for a second, but it disappeared as soon as she didn't start squealing like the girls back in Domino when they saw him.
"What's the president of Kaiba Corporation doing in a place like this?" She asked him with slight hesitation in her voice like he intimidated her.
"Eating,"
"Are you enjoying your meal? I personally enjoyed mine, I was starving."
"Yes I am." He replied to her finishing the last bit of it. "What brings you to my table, usually if someone wants a meeting they come to the office."
She smirked playfully in amusement. "Don't know really, wanted to talk in the middle of our game that my mom picked up on, but decided to let you finish your lunch first."
"You are talkative." He stated wondering where the conversation was going.
"Not really, I'm talking a bit more than what I usually do." She shrugged.
"How old are you exactly?"
"Almost nineteen; People who don't know me usually say I'm eleven or twelve, but I really finished my first year of university and on summer vacation." The girl replied. "How old are you?"
"Thought that would have been on the internet by now."
"Where's the fun being a creeper on the internet remembering famous, rich people's birthdates? Knowing names is a little less creepy."
"Nineteen and a half," He replied finding the chat pleasant surprisingly. "Since we're playing twenty questions; what is your name?"
"Morgan MacDonald."
"That's the same name of the parkway I crossed to get here, no idea who the guy is though."
"You mean Sir John A. MacDonald Parkway, the guy happens to be the first prime minister of Canada. A drunk, Irish origin like most MacDonalds you will encounter."
"Are you an alcoholic?"
"Nope, just change my last name to that of my step father's." Morgan replied.
Kaiba frowned remembering his own torturous monster. "Why?"
"My biological one is a dick." She point blankly stated with no emotion and her eyes flashed with anger, but her face was somewhat neutral with a frown. "He left my mother with four kids with nothing and cheated with her for who knows how long. Truthfully, I don't really give a fuck about him."
"I know the feeling." Seto stated mutually as he buried the thought of his stepfather deep in his head. "Wait you have siblings?"
"This is a lot of questions for a CEO who doesn't like random, strange people coming up to him." She giggled lightening up again like it was complete innocent bliss. "I happen to have five younger ones. They aren't like me in anyway; at least I don't think so."
"They obviously had experiences different from your own if that's the case."
"I have no doubt in that." Morgan sighed as if remembering something.
There was silence between the two of them as Morgan's mother came back.
She smiled at the both of them and started to play with Morgan's hair. "Sorry to disturb your discussion, but I'm going to have to take Morgan away. There are things we need to get and look at."
Seto felt a bit of disappointment at the fact the girl had to leave. It was strange for him to feel anything but annoyance towards someone he had been only been talking to for at the most a couple of minutes. Morgan was different, she seemed mysterious and he wanted to know what mysteries she held. He got basic information from her, but it told him nothing about her. The girl stood up from her seat in front of him just to trip over herself as she took a step. He caught her just as her hand slammed on the table to catch herself as she fell towards the floor. She blushed in what he could only presume was embarrassment as he set her on her two feet as he also stood up. His hand tingled as it brushed against her hand when he released her shoulder.
"I'm sorry about that." Morgan apologized with a slightly higher pitched tone. She didn't look up at him as she looked at the ground. He realized how much he towered over the small girl.
"Are you alright?" Morgan's mother asked before he could get the words to form on his tongue.
"I'm fine."
"Sorry about that," Morgan's mother told him as she wrapped an arm around the girl. "She's clumsy, but has good reflexes to keep her from killing herself. Yours seem just as fast as her own which is amazing."
"As long as she didn't hurt herself." Seto responded in his usual monotone voice.
"Um," Morgan shifted under her mother's arm and went over to her brown satchel bringing the woman with her. She pulled out a pen and a scrap piece of paper and started to write something down that he couldn't see. She walked back over to him and handed him the paper. "If you wanna talk or something, this is my cell phone. But if you don't want to, I understand. Running a business and other assorted side quests are mind crowding."
"Did you just say side quests?" He asked her.
"Yea, I guess I did. I play a lot of different games and in video games side quests happen to be tedious."
"That they do." He replied as he took the paper from her and found her email, Skype name and cellphone number on it. He picked up his briefcase off the floor and opened it. He placed the paper in it so he was sure not to lose it and closed the case again. Morgan waved goodbye as the two women left when his normal days came to an end. As surprising the conversation with Morgan had been pleasant, the sound of gunshots being fired were just as unpleasant.
He sighed as he counted the days that had gone by without an incident. Three weeks and a few days that he had not had to deal with random stuff. Though, at least it didn't seem like it had to do with magic as the single gunman started ordering people within the food court.
"Everyone sit down and place your cash on the table!"
Only two people didn't sit at the order as the rest of the room did. The people in restaurant cubicles either closed the station or hid away. The gunman quickly noticed Morgan and himself not sitting down and dumping their wallets on the table. Morgan's mother was sitting but she didn't seem too concerned about the other order the man had given though she looked worriedly over to her daughter.
The man wandered over to them with the gun pointing at them. "Did you not hear what I said? Sit your ass down and place your cash on the table."
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Seto taunted the man.
The man didn't reply with words as he shot the floor next to Seto's shoe. Seto rolled his eyes as he swung his briefcase into the guy's face so fast the guy didn't even see it coming. The guy fell but recovered quickly as he stood up again. He grabbed Morgan just as Seto was about to assault the man with his case again and put the gun to her head.
"Morgan!" Morgan's mother shouted as she stood up from her chair.
"Do that again and she dies." The man stated and turned to the other woman that was there. "Sit down and put your cash on the table."
He stopped his attack and growled. Why did that sort of thing happen? If Morgan wasn't in the way, the guy would be a pulp. Why was he even caring if Morgan was in the way? Was it because he actually enjoyed her company? It was possible; there had to be at least one person besides his brother he actually enjoyed their company out of the seven billion people of the world. And if that was true, that one person happened to have gotten themselves in the way of a gun. At least Mokuba wasn't there.
Morgan sighed almost like she was bored. "I'm good at a lot of things but there are a few things I suck at and will probably be bad at for the rest of my life."
"Morgan, don't." the mother pleaded but Morgan continued.
"One, I suck at cooking. Two, I suck sowing. And the third, having a phobia or any logical sense of fear."
"Morgan!"
"Shut up girl." The man ordered the girl pushing the gun onto her head threateningly.
She rolled her eyes without saying a thing and jabbed her elbow into the side of the man. The man doubled over slightly just as Morgan grabbed the man's gun arm and twisted it behind his back causing a loud pop in the man's shoulder and the gun fell to the floor as the guy fell to his knees as he shouted in pain one arm in limb. Seto recognized she had popped the man's shoulder out of its socket. She picked it up and pointed at him.
"If you want to rob a lot of people, you might want to bring a buddy or five." Morgan lectured simply. "But obviously, you were just looking for some cash to go far away. You're what, seventeen? There were many choices you could have made and none of them would have required putting a group of people in danger. There are a bunch of things people put up with in this country but what you pulled just now was not only cowardly, it was not something people tolerate."
"Are you going to shoot me? I could attack you right now with my other gun."
"If you had another gun let alone a weapon, you would have attacked me by now." Morgan hissed in annoyance as she pushed something on the gun and the cartage fell out of the gun onto the floor. She kicked it away and tossed the empty gun in the opposite direction. "I don't harm others if they aren't a threat to me and are seriously thinking about their mistake."
Seto saw security and police enter the room and handcuffed the kid. Morgan turned away from the kid and picked up the brown satchel on the table where her mother was sitting. He couldn't believe what just happened. She let him go with only a dislocated arm. He would have shot the man as soon as he had his hand on the trigger. That kid just threatened his life, not to mention the other fifty people in the food court. He had a family to take care of and that was almost taken away from him and almost left his brother without a family.
"Why didn't you just kill him?" Seto asked Morgan as the food court went back to normal.
"Because he was just a kid looking for money to leave whatever situation he was in." Morgan replied.
"But he put a gun to your head."
"He couldn't have shot me even if he wanted too. He was too desperate to have a murder count on his name as well; he didn't want any wallets for credit cards, just the cash. He wasn't threatening in anyway."
"I personally would have shot him, didn't matter if he was threatening or not, he had a gun and I happen to have a brother to take care of."
"It takes more courage to put a weapon down then it does to use it."
"Courage and stupidity usually go hand in hand." Seto commented thinking of Yugi as he did.
Morgan turned to him with a glare, one he was impressed she could make. "I'm not stupid. I saw the situation and addressed it as it was. He wasn't a threat that would have killed someone."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Whatever, let's go mommy." Morgan pulled on her mother's arm and started to walk away.
"Mommy, really I thought you were eighteen." He said loud enough for the girl to hear. He wanted to get the last word.
"Shut up Seto Kaiba!" She shouted before disappearing down a staircase with her mother shaking her head.
Seto sighed in frustration. Not once had someone said his full name in that tone. He strolled away as he pulling out his phone to call a ride back to his residence. He started dialing as he remembered Morgan's contact information where in his briefcase.
"Why did I even take it from her?"
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"Why did I even bother giving him my contact information?!" Morgan exclaimed in annoyance as she walked around the mall with her mother. "He's an asshole."
Her mother didn't reply as she smiled in amusement.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"What is it?"
Her mother just shook her head as they continued towards the other end of the mall with Morgan still dragging her.
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When he got back to his room after riding around the city for six hours he picked up the house phone and called his brother back in Domino City.
The phone picked up on the other end and he heard Mokuba yawn. "Hello?"
"Good morning Mokuba."
"Oh, Seto! I wasn't expecting to hear from you this early."
"It's seven at night here." he explained and he thought of the girl in the mall again. He groaned in annoyance at the thought of how nice her hair had smelt.
"What's wrong Seto? You sound like you just ran into Yugi again and he had to tell you of something going wrong. Did you see him in Ottawa today?"
"No, Mokuba. I haven't even talked to Yugi since I arrived in this country of peace."
"So what happened, you seemed conflicted about something that has to be that exaggerated word."
"Nothing really happened, wasn't even on the news. I just met a girl at about one when I went out to explore the area in Bayshore Shopping Center around one. I was talking to her and she seemed alright for once and then some moron came in threatening everyone in the food court with a gun."
"What happened to the girl, was she alright."
"Yes." He stated. "Perfectly fine, but what she did was stupid. She managed to get the gun after dislocating his arm and then disarmed the gun but taking the cartage out of it and tossing the two pieces away."
"Was it really stupid though? If he wasn't threatening anymore then maybe she had no reason to have the weapon so she disarmed it and tossed it away so the guy couldn't take it back in case he was dangerous."
"I personally would have shot him without thinking, like any other person would have." He told Mokuba. "He was threatening lives not to mention, I have a brother that I happen to be talking on the phone with to take care of."
"Well according to the internet, there was a burglar in a family house in Canada and instead of calling the police, they had a chat with the guy and helped him out instead."
"See, that's not right. Any sensible person would not be doing something so stupid. And, to top it off, she also gave a damn speech before the police arrested the guy."
"I don't think that's stupid Seto." Mokuba sighed in the phone with a hint of amusement. "She was wasting time for the police to show up as well as giving the guy a life lesson. Really it was to distract the guy so he couldn't harm anyone."
"You weren't there." Seto growled losing the argument.
"What's the name?" Mokuba asked suddenly changing the topic.
"What name?" Seto questioned in confusion.
"The girl you met, she obviously put an impression if you are still thinking about her six hours later."
Seto was reluctant to answer when he opened his suitcase finding the contact info on the paper. "Morgan, Morgan MacDonald." The paper crinkled loudly as he picked it up.
"You accepted her contact information? That's a first."
"It's not a first, wait, I didn't accept her contact information."
"Yes you did, I heard the paper after you opened your briefcase. You never put paper in there." Mokuba laughed on the other end. "You should call her."
"I'm not going to call her."
"Yes you are."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because your tone says you want to."
"I'm hanging up now."
"To call her right?"
"No, to go to bed and figure out what I'm supposed to do for the next three days."
"Sure you are, alright, I have to eat before I head off to school, talk to you later Seto."
"Bye."
Seto hung up the phone and sighed in annoyance. The kid had a point, he was still annoyed with what happened six hours ago and he couldn't get Morgan out of his head. He found her attractive like every other guy she probably walked by with her mysterious presence, but her way of thinking was something he couldn't understand. It bugged him as he tried to understand it as he undressed into a pair of pajama bottoms. His brain didn't compute with her way of thinking as he crawled into bed. It wasn't long until his brain stopped focusing on what bugged him and turned to what he liked about the girl that he only talked to for two minutes in the corner of a mall food court. There was something that bugged him about Morgan. Why did he find her attractive but at the same time wanted to never see the girl again? He had never felt that way towards anyone he had ever met. He growled at himself at his stupidity as he fell asleep.
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