A/N:This was requested by DarkAngel048, so I hope you're interested in it.
Prologue.
I watched the lips of the many men around me, my eyes shifting from one to the next as they spoke. They were careful not to talk over one another as they knew I would have been irate if they did.
I let out a breath and tapped my hand on the table. They all stopped talking. I fiddled around with my computer, bringing something up on a screen that was situated in front of all of us. The men all turned their eyes to the screen and I began to speak, telling them about what was on the screen. I was very careful my words, knowing that they crept up on me and I wasn't able to wrap my tongue around them.
The men started talking again. I was sure they thought I looked crazy, watching them as they spoke, but they never asked any questions, at least not if their jobs mattered. Soon we were all finished, but I still watched their lips even when they weren't speaking to me. The quiet conversations ended when they walked out of the room and I was left at the head of the conference table.
My secretary entered the room. "Kaiba-sama," she poised a small package in my direction. "This was addressed to your office."
I took hold of the small manila package that look like it was stuffed to the more than it was capable of handling. I nodded to my secretary, and she walked out of the room without another word. I inched my fingers beneath the edges of the flap which was tightly sealed. The package ripped open, and it seemed to explode in my hands. A small flood of paper fell out of it, and I pinched my lips together. It looked like confetti over top my shoes, and it made me smile. As I kept looking at it I realized that every piece of paper was either written or drawn on. Some of them were half sheets of papers; some of them looked like they'd been run through a paper shredder; others were several pages, front and back, and they were stapled together. I picked everything up and put it on the conference table.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I reluctantly turned my attention away from the papers. There was a text message waiting for me:
R u at work Blue?
I cracked a grin and started to type.
Just got out of a meeting. I wasn't one for using text language, but the one I was texting never said anything to me about it. What about you Red?
Dbl shift. I shook my head and wondered what kind of job he had. I had never asked him, and he had never asked me. All he knew was that I worked in a "management position". I wnt 2 meet u irl. The corners of my mouth downturned. I sighed. This wasn't the first time that I'd gotten this message, and it certainly wouldn't be my last. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. How to respond kindly to him?
I jumped and turned at the touch of something on my shoulder. There was a man in a janitorial outfit standing behind me. "Gomen Kaiba-sama," he bowed, "I didn't mean to frighten you."
I looked back at the screen on my cell, and I wondered what to type. I looked back at this guy who still stood looking around dumbly. It was one of those moments where you wondered if it was alright to just ask someone a question. I hardly came across these moments in my life, but this was one of them. I was half tempted, but something in the back of my mind stopped me. I knelt to the floor and picked up a few stray pieces of paper and set them on the table along with the rest that had come in the package.
"You want me to take that paper out?" I turned to the man, realizing that he was moving his jaw. I had faintly heard him. My mind was scrambled. I didn't know how to respond to the text, what to do with the paper…but in the least...
"Leave now," I said to the janitor.
"Of course, Kaiba-sama," and he bowed his head again and walked out of the room. Once in my comfortable silence, I looked to my cell and composed:
Alright. After sending that messages, I thought about what I had sent, and then sent another message:
But it will be on my terms.
This thing is, this story doesn't start with real life. This story starts with the Internet—with a whim.
A/N: This is short, I realize, but there will be more to come after this. I wanted to start and see what people thought. Till next time, KenSan out.