Tornado: Hey people. I'm writing yet another fic because my brain is overloaded with ideas and if they keep circulating any longer I think my head's going to explode.
DT: Which would just be a bloody mess that no one wants to clean up.
Tornado: Besides, I kind of need my head if I want to pass next school year.
DT: Let's hope this fic gets more reviews than your other one.
Tornado: Which one, DT, I have three others.
DT: Your most recent one.
Tornado: If anyone that reads this feels like reading another Kaiba story you can read The Spirit Behind the Blue Eyes, and tell me how it is. It's really slow, but it's coming along.
DT: On with the fic.
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Work. That's all I seem to do any more. The company's stocks are skyrocketing from the recent releases that we've made, but that just means more paperwork for me to complete. This is not the life for a fifteen year old. Thankfully Duel Monsters distracts me from the hassles of the life that I lead.
My employees are incompetent when it comes to computers, and the board members are all over me every second of the day. I pity my boss because he has to deal with them before I do. That's our deal. He deals with the board, and I deal with the employees.
He works too hard. The guy's been through things that should have destroyed him, yet he stands tall, refusing to give up or lose any fight. He's an asshole sometimes, but he is my boyfriend as well as my best friend.
The frustration that I feel is escaping through my fingertips. I pound the keys on my laptop harder than usual, but it makes little noise. I check the bank accounts to see that all of the money is accounted for and who all has accessed the accounts that day. It's a boring process, but somebody has to do it. It all frustrates me. Work, school, play, him, Duel Monsters, all of it. It just makes me want to scream.
I hear footsteps in the hallway, and prepare to launch a brutal attack for the person that dares to interrupt me. I hear the door squeak open, but don't look up to see the occupant. All is quiet for several minutes before heavy steps enter. Immediately I know its him. No one else in the office wears combat boots or a long coat to billow in the wind.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" a deep, cold voice asked from behind me.
"Too much work to be done before I can escape this place," I answered.
I felt his hands land gently on my shoulders, and slide down my back. I never ceased in typing as he massaged my shoulder blades.
"Look, I have a lot of work to do. If there's a point to this visit, please get to it," I snapped.
He laughed. Not in a jolly tone, but a cold one. "You're becoming more and more like me everyday."
"Thanks for the compliment, now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do," I told him still never looking up from my computer.
"You need more play in your life. All you do now is sit up here in your office and work, or go to dinner with me."
"Forgot a few things. I eat, I sleep, I poop, and I have sex."
He laughed, again, this time lighter than the last. It flowed through my body like blood. He was so damn addictive.
"You need to get a real life, Tora," he said as he spun my chair around to face him.
His sapphire eyes had a frosty look to them. He wore a navy blue trench coat over a black long-sleeve shirt and a pair of black leather pants. His wardrobe changed so often, I usually didn't know what color scheme he was going for. I reached up and played with a lock of his light brown hair. He was so hot.
"Look, I have to go out for a while, but I should be back shortly."
"Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it," he said as he kissed my forehead.
He turned away from me, and strode toward the door. I leaped up from my chair, grabbing his arm before he could reach the open door.
"Where are you going?" I asked again, this time a bit more urgent than the last.
"I told you not to worry about it," he answered in a slightly impatient voice.
"The last time you told me not to worry you and your brother both ended up with soulless bodies, and you had to rely on your worst enemy to save you."
He stared at my face for a long time with forlorn eyes. I struck him hard like I did a lot these days. He always insisted that he was right, but in reality he made some foolish decisions. He enveloped me in a tight hug, and I rested my head against his firm chest. Just recently he had started giving me more affection, right after Duelist Kingdom to be exact. It was as if the events that happened showed him what all he had, and how quickly it could all disappear.
"It's nothing like that, Tora. I'm just going to the Domino Museum. I promise that I'll be back in at the most an hour."
"What the hell are you going to the Domino Museum for?" I inquired.
"To check on something."
He kissed my head one more time before leaving. I stared after him, wondering what the hell could interest him at the museum. Certainly not that new Egyptian exhibit that I had heard about in the evening news, but perhaps it had something to do with a science gadget or something or other. I vision sped across my mind of him going to a museum to purchase a nuclear warhead to bomb Yugi's house with. I laughed out loud at my own ridiculous accusation, and went back to work on my laptop, still wondering Domino Museum held for the great Seto Kaiba.
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Tornado: What did you think?
DT: When you first started typing I thought it was from Kaiba's point of view.
Tornado: I think this story will be done from the same POV for the entire thing. It depends where this story goes.
DT: I'm not quite sure how this story is going to turn out, but it seems okay.
Seto: I have a girlfriend? All right! *does a little dance thingy*
Tornado: Please R&R, and if you liked this fic try reading The Spirit Behind the Blue Eyes.