Kaiba corp.Setos office,Setos P.O.V.
Seto Kaiba sat at his glossy wooden desk cluttered with with pens and work sheets,charts and buisness propositions piled high in a never ending stack.That threatened to topple over at any second.The clean white walls surrounding him were covered with old oil paintings placed on random spaces for no rhyme or reason known to him.Perhaps he should have removed them from his sights long ago considering they had once belonged to his step father and everything belonging to that man if you could call him a man,and not laugh at what at huge lie at which that was shouldnt be there on earth for all to be reminded of his pathetic excuse of an existance. However why should he even bother there was no way to erase gozaburros existance far to many bad memories of his past were bored into his mind haunting him even today he could never make them disappear.Gozaburro would always be there no matter how much anyone wished him gone.
What about all of those times he'd tried to destroy those horrible memories but was to weak to succed at all these suicidal attempts something below the surface had always stopped him from following through.Weak him the great Seto Kaiba what a joke at all he'd done to take over this major corporation all he'd strived for and still it all meant nothing.Because he never would have everything he really wanted every thing he needed.
(lATER)
Fate...he'd heard that word to many times to count.He'd heard the words fate was cruel.Fate this and destiny that who really cared about all that crap Yugi and all his so called friends had tried to tell him about.None of it mattered to him.He the "cold hearted uncareing jerk" as he'd been dubed by his peers.So maybe he was cold hearted and sure a jerk but uncareing if only they knew how much he really did care.
Some people thought he only cared about his little brother and his company.But he cared about one other.Seto thought. Opening one of the golden handled drawers at his desk and pulling out and old photo.It was bent,torn,and the corners were curved forward but that didnt matter he remembered what day it was it had been taken only a few days before...no he fefused to remember that.He thought as he gazed at the face smiling back at him.What was there to smile about?He looked at the cat in the persons arms.Its master was long gone by now.Mokuba kept the orange tabby as a pet its real master named it claws.She'd adored the animal.Why well he didnt know all it did was sleep it only got up to eat and use its litter box.But she'd loved it and even on occasion called it king claws she took it everywhere.
She got so excited whenever they came to see her she'd set claws down and run over and throw her arms around him in a hug.Claws would lift his head and blink looking at her as if she was crazy then crawl over waiting for her to pet him that cat adored her times he'd had to leave the house cause Mokuba cried that the animal ran away he'd find it curled up on the porch of her old home waiting for her to come back.She never did.So you see people say he knew everything only he didnt know the one thing that really mattered where was she,where was keyah.
Keyahs P.O.V. location unknown
You screamed once again as the whip hit your skin causing long ugly red gashes to appear along your arms legs and torso.You tried hard to hold back the tears in your eyes that wanted desperatly to spill over at the unbearable pain you were going through right now no matter what happens you couldnt cry you would never give them the satisfaction that would come from them seeing your tears.They would not get what they wanted they would not win you wouldnt let them.Your torturer was a dark haired man with cruel dark eyes that drew you in to an endless void of nothing-ness.
Only he was not your real torturer he was only hired to beat you.No your real torturer sat in a wooden in the far left corner of the room sipping red wine(if you dont already know who this is already you have a problem.)which seemed to be all he ever drank because each time you saw him he had a glass of it. Watching he always watched smiling the sick bastard enjoyed this.His long silvery white hair draped over one eye and he had on and ugly crimson colored suit.He always would ask her to play a little game before he signaled to his flunie to raise the whip.Such a sick game indeed the sad part was he made up all the rules to this game.
Even what she was to wear seemed to be a part of it,a simple white dress that went barely above your knees.Why maybe because he liked the dramatic affect it gave off when the red stood out from white, maybe he liked it when you could see your own rich red blood ozing out and staining it, whatever the reason you were always dressed by his maids in a new clean white gown.Or wait maybe it was because white was pure and symbolized virginity which he'd long since cruelly and painfully stole away from you.Either way you were sickened and now despised the colors red and white.
Finally the silver haired man who even after all these years 10 years to be exact hadnt told you of his name.You did however know why you were here.Anyways he'd raised his hand signaling the finale of his little show.His flunkie then pulled out a knife and dragged it in criss crossing patterns along your hands and feet.Then he unchained you and let you fall hard into the ground scrapeing you knees as you hit the ground hopefully you wouldnt die from infection to all your wounds.Why he'd dragged knife along your hands and feet the answer was simple to make it more difficult for you to escape so you could not walk of fight.Finally the silver haired man steped forward a few paces toward you and asked you the same question he'd asked you every day since you got here."Where is the star i know you have it so where are you hiding it?"Long minutes that felt like decades past and you didnt say a word to them you never did.you knew what he was talking about you knew exacally where it was but you would never tell him and he would neverfind it, not without your help.
He wouldnt kill you he needed you whether he found the star without your help or not but you knew that fact would not stop him from torturing you til the end of you days or his own.
"Seto please find me if anyone can its you?"You whispered to yourself.Your name is keyah Thoamison you are seventeen years of age.Your best friend was and still is Seto Kaiba who is the only one that can save you now. You'll have to get out of here find Seto he'll protect you from this horriable man if only he knew you were still alive.
Your name is Keyah Thoamison and you are a victim of kidnapping, child molestation and abuse.And Seto Kaiba witness you being kidnapped and attempted to save you.Last time you saw him they'd smashed into the back of his head with the barrel of a hand gun and he fell onto the grass of the yard infront of the Kaiba mansion unconsious with deep crimson colored blood gushing out of his skull.Only he could help you that is if he's even alive after that you still didnt know that indeed he was very much alive.But would he save you? Did he still believe that somewhere deep down in the very core of his being that you were alive as well.Waiting longing with everlasting devotion for him to come and find you to take care of you and protect you like only he could.