1st try
Raindrops pattered modestly onto the wooden windowsill as Seto Kaiba stretched out his arms and roared a lazy yawn. He rubbed
his eyes vigorously to wipe away sleep that had formed in them. Once again, he dreamed of the blond that threatened him every
waking day: physically, mentally, and emotionally. Seto would never admit that he had developed feelings for his classmate, because
that would be 'out of character.' Instead, he played along, pretending to despise the blond and vice versa.
"Seto! Hurry up or we're gonna be late!" The younger Kaiba brother yelled from downstairs. Hastily, Seto jumped to his feet and
grabbed the crumpled uniform lying on his bed. After dressing, he rushed downstairs, snatching his book bag off the kitchen counter
and headed outside with his brother, Mokuba.
The engine to his slick Audi purred and Mokuba shuffled in his seat. Seto knew he loved riding with him instead of the austere driver
with that same bored expression.
"Do ya think we can go see a movie tonight? Like you said?" Mokuba chirped.
"Not tonight, Mokuba. I have a meeting and I can't miss it."
"Not even once?"
"Nope. Sorry squirt."
Mokuba sighed, and hung his head, murmuring, "Okay."
As Seto arrived to the institution of required learning, or school, he scoffed as he spotted the blond, socializing with his friends: spiky haired
midget Yugi, not-so-bright Tristan, and catty and obnoxious Tea. His cobalt eyes gathered with the blonde's crimson tinted coffee eyes, and
he stormed to class. The blond would never understand how much Seto wished that he could be next to him, talking like it came naturally.
The day muddled together like a painter's thoughts on canvas. The rain never ceased, in fact, it morphed into a full-fledged storm. Usually,
Seto loved days like this but today, he became increasingly irritated with everything and everyone.
While striding outside, umbrella shielding him from stabbing icicles, a familiar face bumped into him.
"Watch where you're going, mutt." Seto snapped. It was the blond. He finally glanced at him, spotting blood on his face and a swollen lip.
"S-sorry." He stuttered. This isn't like him. Why isn't he insulting me back?
"As you should, dirty mutt." The blond's head perked up, sparking rage in him. He spat,
"What the fuck is up with the constant dog comments?"
"Look at you," Seto replied, "Your clothes are always wrinkled, your hair tied up in knots, and you always look like you just got out of a fight.
Seriously, ever heard of personal hygiene?" Seto bit his tongue. Why did you say that? What the hell is wrong with you?
The blond's eyes watered, his lips quivering. No one would understand him, certainly not millionaire genius CEO Seto Kaiba.
So, why bother trying? Giving up was so much easier.
"You're right," his whispered, voice coated with melancholy. Seto shoved him, planting him into the ground, glaring into his soul. The blond
let out a shriek, tears fused with the piercing raindrops.
"You're worthless. Just remember that." Seto scurried away into his car, his hair and clothes dampened, and sped away.
"…And that's it. What do you think, Mr. Kaiba?" The presenter inquired. Seto perked his head slightly, concealing the fact that he
didn't absorb anything the presenter said. His mind was flooded with thoughts of the blond, and how cruel his words were. He instantly
regretted the venom he struck the blond with. Tomorrow, he promised, he would do something totally out of character: apologize.
"Good, no, great. Are we done here?" The executives nodded as Seto helped himself out of the office. As he stepped outside, dusk was settling
behind the horizon as the rain diminished in strength. While driving home, he observed as the stars popped up into the velvet sky. He sighed,
wishing that he could live a worry-free, guilt-less life.
At home, he propped his feet up against the coffee table, eating right out of a tub of cookie dough ice cream. He settled into comfort until the
doorbell unexpectedly rang, trembling throughout the icy mansion. Seto sprung to his feet, muttering explicatives under his breath. As he answered
the door, he discerned an officer, stern in presence.
"Mr. Kaiba," the rock stated.
"Yes, officer? Is there a problem?" Seto questioned with concern. The officer dug into is pocket, pulling a crumpled letter with a dab of red on it.
"Are you acquainted with Joseph Wheeler?"
Seto's eyes widened as he sluggishly nodded his head. No. Please, no.
"Mr. Wheeler has been murdered." He sighed, "He was shot multiple times in the chest. We discovered that, for the longest time, his father has
been physically and sexually abusing him, but Mr. Wheeler felt ashamed, so he never reported it to us. We took his father into custody and found
this letter in his belongings. Looks like it's addressed to you." He handed me the letter, not even flinching. I cautiously pried it from him.
"I'm sorry for your lost." He spoke coldly, as if he's rehearsed the line a million times before. With that, he left Seto alone, with the letter.
His whole body shivered with dreaded shock. His heart nearly exploded out of his chest. With cautious fingertips, he delicately opened the letter. It read:
It's funny- actually sad, how the ones I love the most cause the most pain.
Seto, you have never understood why I look scruffy and dirty all the time
Or the scars and bruises that outline my body
And you never will.
But, I guess this is a plea; if anything were to happen,
I wanted you to know,
I've seriously fallen for you.
-Joey Wheeler
Seto crashed into the ground, the room spinning and melting around him. Shrill ear-splitting shrieks stabbed his hearing. Nausea ensued
and black enveloped his every being. When he gasped for intangible air, that's when…
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
*Note: Yeah, this is my first crack at this (not writing, but actually publishing something) I started writing when I was this dorky, loner 13
year old and now, almost 4 years later, I'm actually publishing stuff :p
But yeah, I have a few other stories or what-not on the back burner. I'm new to this site, so I guess people like it if you review, but I
don't care, just as long as you enjoy reading, that's fine by me :3