Author's note; if you don't want to hear about my ramblings, skip down to the all caps that say 'START HERE'
A/N 2- Normally I don't write fanfiction- I barely even read it, and usually, I end up reading so many bad stories that I just chuck the phone across the room and go to sleep. The thing is, my mother is adamant about getting me away from 'notebook' writing, and wants me to start doing computer only novels. I'm not sure how well this would work for me given my awkward writing style and habits. However, since I'm currently writing a novel surrounding a Type IV anti-villain with a comparable personality to Kaiba I went to review old fanfiction, and decided, no, I can't fix that. (REALLY BAD ). So, this is my first YGO fanfic since 2002, I mostly dabbled in Hellsing, and Silent Hill. My activity on this site should give you an idea as to how many updates to expect, and please, for the love of your brain, do not read my old stuff, anything older than 2011 is total crap. I mean, it's a mental mind rape to read. Now, that i'm nearly done rambling, here's this. Whatever the hell this turned into. If you made it through the notes, you'll make it through the story. If you want updates, review it, let me know people are READING it. Criticism is always welcome so long as you're not a weiner about it. And Finally, I drank a beer while writing this, so I'm probably going to misspell shit and not catch it. Screw the Rules, I have beer. ( I DID do a grammar/spelling check)
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The ache in his head was dull, and persistent behind his blue eyes. Seto grumbled to himself about agreeing to pick up Mokuba from his first slumber party. As the sleek limo pulled to the curb of a row of Brownstones, the young man rubbed his eyes in discomfort and opened the door. Stepping out, he felt the burn of sunlight in his retinas and squinted, before he walked up the porch steps. Mokuba burst through the door chattering about his awesome time with his new friend. Seto mussed his mop of black hair and gestured his little brother to the waiting car, where he bounced to with a flutter of childish excitement. Slow to follow, his older sibling sighed. Mokie didn't have his backpack, he spun on his heel and came face to face with the mother of the house. She held the backpack out in her hand.
"Forgetting this?" She asked. Seto took the bag gratefully, and muttered his appreciation. Now all he had to do was get the scamp off to school, but his mind was elsewhere. The clink of a garbage lid caught his attention, and he turned towards the alley, expecting to find a raccoon stealing breakfast, but it wasn't a raccoon. Hell, it wasn't an animal at all. Caught like a deer in headlights the young disheveled woman stared at him, with wide ceruelean eyes. Seto smirked.
"There's a lot of better places to eat than the garbage," he snarked. She stared at him for a moment, her pale white hands clutched around a stale donut. She looked like she was about to cry, but finally she spoke in a small voice barely above a whisper.
"Only if you have money." He sighed. She did have a point, and he hadn't been beyond dumpster eating when he was living in the orphanage and food was scarce. Without thinking he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills and pressed them into the girls dirt stained hand. Without another word he joined his little brother in the dark limo. Mokuba was all wound up, and Seto knew, he JUST knew that someone gave him sugar for breakfast.
"Hey, Seto, why was that lady eating out of the garbage?" he asked innocently enough, but his brother's head still throbbed with pain. His thin fingers rubbed his temples, seeking relief.
"I don't think she could afford food, Mokie," he answered, hoping the questions would stop, but instead came 100 more. "How come she can't afford food? We should give her food, can we give her some food?"
"Mokuba! Please, I have a headache, and I already gave her money so she can buy food," he grunted, throwing his forearm over his eyes. Mokuba wanted to keep asking questions, but he knew how irritated Seto got when he had a head ache, so he decided to be good and quiet on the way to school, and write down his questions so he could ask after school, when his brother was in a better mood.
"Back to Kaiba Manor sir?" The driver asked, after Mokuba had raced out of the car to meet his school friends.
"No, head to the office, I have work to do," he instructed, as he laid back in the dark limo.
"I thought you had a headache, Sir?" his driver retorted. The young tycoon, clenched his teeth and took a deep breath irritated. "Just because I have a head ache, doesn't mean I don't have work to do. I don't let body aches impede my ability to do my job," he justified, and there wasn't another word from the driver. Finally left in silence, and darkness, he let his clouded mind wander, and he briefly reflected on the girl eating out of the garbage can, it seemed so out of place in such a nice neighborhood. Her hands were dirty, but her clothes hadn't been. How? He blew off the whole scene with a scoff. Who cared? He thought, but then another thought fell into his head Obviously no one- or she wouldn't be eating out of the garbage. It wasn't his job to care, so why should he? But something about it bothered him, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Something felt like deja vu, and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he knew what it was like to be abandoned, or perhaps it was how those big blue eyes reminded him of Mokuba. Either way he had better things to focus his mind on, like the development of the new Duel Monsters Hologram system, and the business meeting he had at 2, and the Royale Underground tournament. Rubbing his eyes one last time Kaiba sat up, and his blue eyes fell to the red and yellow lunchbox on the floor next to Mokuba's seat. Heaving another unhappy sigh he alerted his driver that the lunchbox would need to be dropped off at the school before noon. Feeling snarky, Seto pulled out a pen and a napkin. Next time you forget your lunch, I'm going to eat it. Satisfied with his note, he put away his pen and returned the lunchbox to the black leather seat. He watched as Kaiba Corp loomed over the approaching limo. Gathering his briefcase he stepped out into the morning sun once more, but he didn't squint in pain. As quickly as it's onset, hie headache was gone, and he was set to spend another 14 hour work day inside the office that was slowly becoming his prison, and his 3-piece suit, a uniform.
3/23/14 A/N Well, that's not really where I expected this to go, but it got up and went. Suggestions? Who is garbage girl? Who do you want her to be? ( She won't be an OC, I promise) Will Mokuba get his lunch in time? If you made it this far, please review, or you can private message me now, apparently. M.K.