Chapter 1 :: Hardest Worker At KaibaCorp.
Seto was sitting at his light
brown and mahogany desk on the top floor at KaibaCorp. He was very
tired after a long day. More than anything, he was ready to go
home and soak in a hot bath, eat a hot dinner, and then perhaps
enjoy some reading on his balcony.
Over the past eight hours,
Mr. Kaiba had created and tested three virtual reality games, and
had written twenty reports on technology, computers, gaming,
virtual reality, his duel disk and dueling simulator.
It all
involved very complicated terminology and complex theories that no
normal person would understand, but contained advanced problems
Seto Kaiba could solve even in his dreams.
He went home,
undressed in his bedroom, then crossed the room to the bathroom
wearing only a cobalt blue robe, no ethat matched his cold,
serious eyes. There, he couldn't wait to get in the steaming hot
water, so he ran nothing but hot water, added bubble bath, removed
his robe after getting a towel from the closet, then climbed in,
letting the bubbles and hot water soothe him, relax him. He bathed
and washed his hair, rinsing it under the faucet. After a half
hour, he got out, drained the tub, dried off, then carrying his
robe, walked naked to his closet. He got out his pajamas, the ones
with the Blue-Eyes White Dragon firing a blast at the Dark
Magician. They were from Seto's clothing line, of his own
creation, K.
Chapter 2 :: The Sword Of Destiny
Seto ate his dinner of crab,
shrimp, and lobster, then picked up his book he had been reading
earlier, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" and took it out on the
balcony. He sat on his chair and started to read. Then as he
looked up from his reading and out over the backyard, he glanced
something glinting, silver and unfamiliar. Seto left the book on
the balcony and went into the backyard. He approached the object
with caution. When he realized what it was, he laughed, then
immediately bent to pick it up.
It was a silver and cobalt
sword with a silver handle. After picking it up and swinging it a
few times as if in combat, he measured it with his eyes. It was
about two and a half feet long.
Seto thought about the sword
law. You aren't allowed to carry a sword because it's considered a
deadly weapon. Hell, Seto Kaiba was on e of the richest men in the
United States. He could carry a sword if he wanted to. No law was
going to tell him how to live his life.
Seto gripped the
handle and thrust and parried as if facing an invisible foe, an
opponent that tested all of his best sword techniques.
He
practiced for about two hours before calling it a night. At the
end of his session, he ran his fingertips up and down the
magnificent blade.
All of a sudden, it started to glow a
brilliant blue. Scared, Seto dropped it, and when it returned to
normal, he picked it back up to see if it had changed in some way.
It had. Above the handle, in dark black letters, it said "Sword
of Destiny."
"Sword of Destiny..." Seto
murmured, as if caressing the length of the blade with his
soothing deep voice. "As much as I don't want to believe in
you, I guess you belong to me now."
Chapter 3 :: Test With Mokuba
Seto fell asleep, dreamed of
swords and him vanquishing black winged and horned creatures, and
awoke to find the sword in his hand, where he was sure he had left
the blade beside it. The blue and silver sword seemed to have
bonded with his right arm. He had been thinking when he found it,
and wondered if he could test his theory with Mokuba.
He took
the sword to his younger brother's room. He watched Mokuba sleep
and let him wake up on his own.
When he was awake, Seto handed
the sword to him. He waited for a reaction from the blade. When
none came, he looked down at it, where the words "Sword of
Destiny" had once been engraved, it was now just smooth,
silver steel.
It didn't gloe, like it had when Seto had first
picked it up.
"Swing it, Mokuba."
Mokuba rises
from the bed and swings it a few times. Still, it remains
normal.
"Cool sword, Seto. Where'd you find it?"
"In
our backyard," Seto replys.
"Really, I never knew
that was there."
"Me neither. I'm figuring it was
placed there just recently."
"By who?" Mokuba
asked, awed.
"That I don't know."
Mokuba hands the
sword back to Seto, and it glowed again.
