NOTE: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, I just own my OC.
The mountain of papers seemed endless. It was well past five o'clock, meaning only one person was left in the building to tend to the stack. The teenager sat at his desk sorting through the stack, occasionally glancing upward at the clock. 6:52 pm. He sat back in his desk chair and sighed. Running his fingers through his chestnut-colored hair, he stared intently at the clock, as if hoping that the reading of it was false. His deep, yet cold, blue eyes watched the clock, but looked away upon seeing the reading was correct.
He began to put the remaining papers into his briefcase for later that night, but ended up brushing upon the nameplate on the desk. It had two simple words on it, but yet they chimed like the wind. Seto Kaiba. Kaiba clicked his silver briefcase shut and stood from his chair. Mokuba will be worried if I stayed any longer.
With that thought in mind, Kaiba left his office and headed downstairs to his limo.
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Meanwhile, a girl walked briskly around the city of Domino. Her neck was tucked in to keep in her warmth while her hazel eyes stared toward the concrete. A gust of wind blew past her, causing her light russet brown hair to fly up in the breeze and her body to shutter. Winter was only days away, but the weather had already turned bitter.
Particularly, the girl actually liked the cold. Warmth and sunlight were great aspects of the weather, but at times, they could become overwhelming. The same went for the cold as well, but it was slightly more tolerable. She turned another corner and headed for the street on which she lived on. For a moment, she looked up at the road to make sure no cars were coming. Like everyone has told her since she was at least two, she looked both ways. Nothing was present.
She crossed the street quietly and continued staring at the ground. She only looked up again once she saw a limo coming towards her that immediately slammed on its brakes before colliding with her.
Having felt the abrupt and annoying slam on the brakes, Kaiba looked up at the road. Standing in the middle of it, was a teenage girl that was blankly staring at the limo. Stupid girl. She should know better. But then he thought; when did anyone know better? To him, most people were just pawns to chip away at his sanity. They're idiots.
The girl's cheeks turned a bright crimson as she quickly rushed off of the road so the limo could pass. Fantastic. You just publicly humiliated yourself. The girl now started walking faster than she already was and turned onto her street.
The rows of houses looked grey in this weather, no matter the kinds of colors they were painted in. All of them had a particularly nice wealth to them, certainly not a poor neighborhood. The girl stepped onto the porch of her own home, which had the surname Takahashi on the mailbox. She unlocked the door and stepped into a familiar setting. She headed up the stairs and stopped at a door that had the name Sakura written across it. Sakura remembered writing that as a mere toddler, but unfortunately, was never able to erase it.
Sakura walked into her bedroom and took off her coat, only to be hung up in the closet. Most of her coats were kept in the closet by the door downstairs, but having wearing one of her favorite coats, she always had that one in her bedroom closet. Sakura sat down on her bed and looked around the room. There were a few family pictures here and there, but it lacked pictures of one thing you'd find in a normal teenage girl's room; friends.
As for having friends, it was complicated. It's not that people didn't like her… well, perhaps it was that, but she didn't like them either. Whenever there was free time in school, she spent most of her time sitting at her desk reading or just staring off into space. Such things made her unapproachable. With no one approaching her, she never felt the need to speak with anyone. Such things lead people to the false accusation that she was shy.
I'm not lonely. That was one thing she often repeated to herself. Sakura was alone, yes, but not lonely. People were sometimes best if not approached. Sakura sighed upon thinking of the negative things within society.
Sakura stood up and headed back downstairs. She headed into the kitchen and grabbed a box of crackers from the cabinet. She opened it up and began digging in. Luckily for her, her parents weren't home from work yet. It's not about the crackers or that they were bad parents, or that she was a bad child, it was just that sometimes they were bothersome. It almost pained her to call her parents bothersome though. Sakura was quiet and that's what her parents didn't understand. It was almost difficult with their struggle of trying to get her to become more social.
Having realized that the box of crackers was almost finished by this point, she closed it up and put it into the cabinet. She knew crackers weren't an ideal thing to eat, but it was the first thing she saw in the cabinet. They were boring actually, almost how her life was.
Little did she know that things would get exciting soon enough.
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Kaiba finally returned home to his mansion and stepped out of his limo. He calmly walked toward the door and stepped inside. One of his maids immediately came to the door to assist him in anything he needed. Kaiba handed her his silver briefcase to put away, while he headed into the living room.
Sitting on the couch was a boy around the age of thirteen. His eyes were a grey-violet color as they scanned the television that featured cartoons. His black hair was long, but not as long as many would remember him having. Kaiba entered the room, and the boy looked up at him. "Seto!" he cried, "I was starting to worry about you."
"I'm fine, Mokuba." Kaiba said in his usual tone. It was one of annoyance, but towards his brother, it was one of compassion, no matter how much his expression failed to show it. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from his brother and looked at the television. Cartoons weren't something he'd watch; frankly, they almost annoyed him, but if it made his brother happy, he'd tolerate it.
Breaking the silence, Mokuba turned to his brother, "How was work?"
Kaiba grunted, "It would be better if those idiots knew what they were doing."
Mokuba smiled, "Yeah, but that's why you're the boss, Seto! They're not as smart as my big bro to run a corporation like Kaiba Corp!"
Mokuba's words caused a smirk to form on Kaiba's lips. This was even being generous. Any other person would smile at such a comment, but Kaiba wasn't them. If anything, his soft side was only available for the glance of his brother. His heart was not just for anyone to peak at.
Hey guys I'm back! I've had the idea for this fanfic for a little over six months and I can finally put it into action. Hopefully the thing didn't sound real depressing or anything. Yes, I realize that Sakura is real cliché of me, but I freakin' love that name. This fic will take longer to update than my previous ones, but hopefully they'll still be in moderation.