disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Tragic. Very tragic.
It was dark. The cold winds, swung by occasionally. The hard rain, coming down with the force of several thousand tons of debreis, bombarded the ground. The heavens had called a war upon the earth, not caring for its defenlessness, coming on with the force of thousands for every one adversry who ever he may be. Yet all this failed to phase him. He remained stationary, unmoving from that one position, his eyes keeping their gaze on that cold hard stone.
25 year-old Kaiba Seto did move from his spot. Usually he would be home right now, either asleep, though it was very seldom, or overlooking his business from his own home office. Instead he was here doing nothing but staring at the slab before one that bore that ever too familiar name.
Why I am even here? Why should it even matter? We were harldy civil to each other so what is it that drags me to this spot?
Truth be told he no idea. No actual reason he could say with words. He hadn't shown up at the wake. Naturally he wouldn't, giving his excuse on how some important deal involving Kaiba Corp was higher on his list of priorities. Motou had tried to convince him, yet he would not be swayed
three years ago
"Please Kaiba-kun. You can't simply act like it doesn't effect you as well."
"I never cared for that bonkotsu and I never will. Leave."
"After all this time you still won't him the slight respect. Even now? Even in death?
"I have higher priorities than saying some sappy farewell." The ice glare did not fade from his eyes "Leave, Motou. I won't tell you gain."
He never considered the blond to be of much worth. Perhaps that was the same reason the blond thought so of him. The disdain and contempt they had for ech other was greater than he himself had for his own truest enemy. The passion that came out seeing the other brought to his knees, always being brought down by someone, who at least in his own eyes, was a far greater adversary, was hardly evident, the satisaction empty. Yet he still followed through on this ever constant routine with him always on top.
So why was he here? was he overlooking the grave of someone he claimed to have hated? Why did he bother wasting his time standing by the memory of what was left, of a bonkotsu?
He found himself unablte to answer.
Reason. That was the statement his brother had given. He couldn't understand him then. He wouldn't
three years ago the next day.
"I don't see why you are so adamant on going. He wasn't any more important to you than to me."
Kaiba Mokuba stood at the door. He did not bother looking at his older brother.
"I'm going nii-sama. Simple." Pushing the door open, he grabbed his umbrella. He was about to step through when other spoke.
"Why?"
"Reason." with that said the teen stepped through the door, umbrella in hand, shutting it without a second glance
The CEO shook his head in an attempt to erase the thought from his mind. He know realized.
He hated the blond. He enjoyed picking on him. Enjoyed getting under skin. Enjoyed to rile up is temper, to have the blond seek a fight with him, only to be brought back down once again.
Why? What came of it? What stood he to gain?
Nothing. He took his eyes off the slab instead focusing on the ground in front of it. It Shouldn't have lead to this.
Others had come. Multiple times. He knew. The list was long. Motou. Kujaku. Shizuka. Valon. Honda. Kayiki. Ishtar. Rishid. Even Mokuba made it a habit.
They had Reason. It was time for his own.
"So you did show up."
Kaiba Seto turned around. A second figure, male no doubt, from the tone of voice had stood a few steps behind the blue eyed man. A cloack covered most of his body. His face was masked exposing only his eyes, which in turn were concealed by the night.
Moving until he stood next to Kaiba, the man stared at the name engraved on the tombstone. "Why now."
The CEO sighed slightly closing his eyes. "I had to." He had no other way of explaining otherwise.
For a few minutes no one said word. Seeing, the other was not gonna speak his due yet Kaiba challenged "Are you always this calm about death?" 'And they say I'm emotionless.' he thought to thimself.
"It's not death that matters, it's what we take from it. " He shot a quick glance at Kaiba before turning to the grave.
The CEO had to admit, the stranger had a point. Whoever he was. "I was a fool for blinding myself from the truth." He and the blond were more alike than he realized. "It can never be put to rest now." He turned to the other. "You knew him?"
"I know him. No matter how small, how insignificant, connection doesn't stop at the grave." Letting his fingers touch the name carved within, he turned to leave.
Kaiba turned after him "Who are you?"
Not looking back the other had answered. "Another fool. Like him. Like yourself. What difference will a name do?"
well that's chapter one.