Hi! First, I don't own anything yugioh related. Second, I'm not writing a
Mary sue here. Third thing, summary:
Seto Kaiba-billionaire, Duel monsters champion, and the CEO of Kaiba corp. He would risk and has risked
everything for his little brother, Mokuba. But when he begins to fall in love with Mokuba's best friend-a
girl about half his age, his life takes a dismal spiral downwards as a rift forms between the two siblings.
And fourth thing! R&R- if you like it, if you don't, or just for the heck of it.
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So far down
1. Preview:
Mokuba's pov.
I look around the classroom. My bedroom is bigger than this! But my bedroom isn't chock full of other kids my age. This room is.
My brother, Seto, switched me to a different school after third grade. I guess he thinks that I'll be safer if
I'm always one step ahead of Kaiba corp. enemies. But that doesn't mean I'll be more comfortable. My big brother needs to get out more.
Seto has a whole bunch of acquaintances, but no friends. I'm his brother, so I know.
I don't think he knows, or notices that I know, but I am almost all of his life. I mean, I'm glad that I mean so much to somebody and all, but I can't help but wonder what he'll do if anything ever happens to me.
I guess I sound older than my age, but I have a responsibility to look out for Seto just like he has a responsibility to look out for me. He's almost all I have, too, but I also have a wide array of friends- or did, until I switched schools because of Seto's paranoia.
So here I am, standing at the front of a classroom; back straight, eyebrows arched, chin up, shoulders stiff, and arms relaxed; just like Seto taught me. I'm trying to establish dominance in an unknown territory here.
I look over the other kids in the classroom. There are like, twenty-five here. That's a lot of kids for one teacher to handle.
One of the kids is sleeping. He jumps awake as the teacher starts talking.
"Good morning kids," She has a no nonsense voice, a good sign. Seto told me that this teacher was a good teacher.
"Good morning Miss. Marvett," chorus twenty-five voices. Some of the kids groan it, and some are almost singing.
"Okay, class; we have a new student today. Say hi to Mokuba Kaiba."
"Hi Mokuba," they chorus again.
I give a small wave, and Miss. Marvett asks me to tell the class about myself.
"Hi, I'm Mokuba Kaiba, as you already know, I'm ten, I like any duel monster related games, and I have one older brother."
I never say exactly who my older brother is, because last time I did that all anybody wanted to talk about was my brother, his deck, his tournaments, his strategy, etc. Although I love my brother, I already worry about him enough. I don't need to talk about him all the time.
The teacher looks at me proudly. I tend to impress people with my delivery. I usually anticipate that I'll have to speak before I actually have to, so I formulate speeches in my head.
"That was very nice, Mokuba. Why don't you sit down next to." She scans the room before her,
"Next to Katy. Katy, why don't you raise your hand so Mokuba can find his seat."
I look around the room a couple of times before I see a pale hand tremblingly suspended in the air. My eyes had passed it over because it was just barely raised into the air- it looked like it was on top of her head.
I walk over to my seat, and pull my stuff out of my bag. My seat is next to a window. I glance through the glass, and lose myself for a moment.
The sky is grey, and covered with clouds like a canvas coated with thick paint. Here and there are the smallest hints of red, or yellow, and right above a weed and gravel filled parking lot the clouds partially break, sending a shaft of light slicing through the gloom.
Wow, I never knew I was this poetic before.
The weeds in the lot all look grey, except for the ones in the way of the light. Those look green. It's hard to tell whether any of the others are naturally green or naturally grey.
The rain is beating down on everything alike though, keeping me aware of its presence through its tense and continuous roar. One of the raindrops hits the glass and drips down, and then another, and another, until an infinite number must be flowing down the storm gutter.
I sit and turn my attention back to the classroom. Katy's sitting and staring pensively at her pencil eraser.
She looks like she's about to cry.
I hold out my hand. "Hi, Katy, I'm Mokuba," I say.
Katy turns sort of pink and shakes my hand limply. She turns her eyes to my face and whispers "I know."
I smile and a shadow of a smile passes over her face.
Katy has sort of wavy, thick blond hair that falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are large and blue, but a very light crystalline blue, they glisten like twin pools of tears. When she smiled, it looked like those pools rippled and shone. She has very long and droopy eyelashes that feather over her eyes like a weeping willow tree's branches float and dip over a pond. Her face is pale, the skin is almost translucent, and the sides of her nose rise and fall like rose petals with her breathing.
Okay, now I know I had better quit reading fairy tales.
I glance back at her face, but she is no longer looking at me-she is mesmerized by the rain, and her eyes are grey with shafts of blue cutting through them.
EH? EH? So how'd I do? Is it good for a first try? Is it to slow? I just wanted to do an intro chappie, so this is up, but if I get three reviews I'll post the first chappie. This fic will switch to pov's every once in a while, and no, it is not a Mary Sue. If you want to see what happens, review!
PrIsMiC Fantasea
Seto Kaiba-billionaire, Duel monsters champion, and the CEO of Kaiba corp. He would risk and has risked
everything for his little brother, Mokuba. But when he begins to fall in love with Mokuba's best friend-a
girl about half his age, his life takes a dismal spiral downwards as a rift forms between the two siblings.
And fourth thing! R&R- if you like it, if you don't, or just for the heck of it.
**********************
So far down
1. Preview:
Mokuba's pov.
I look around the classroom. My bedroom is bigger than this! But my bedroom isn't chock full of other kids my age. This room is.
My brother, Seto, switched me to a different school after third grade. I guess he thinks that I'll be safer if
I'm always one step ahead of Kaiba corp. enemies. But that doesn't mean I'll be more comfortable. My big brother needs to get out more.
Seto has a whole bunch of acquaintances, but no friends. I'm his brother, so I know.
I don't think he knows, or notices that I know, but I am almost all of his life. I mean, I'm glad that I mean so much to somebody and all, but I can't help but wonder what he'll do if anything ever happens to me.
I guess I sound older than my age, but I have a responsibility to look out for Seto just like he has a responsibility to look out for me. He's almost all I have, too, but I also have a wide array of friends- or did, until I switched schools because of Seto's paranoia.
So here I am, standing at the front of a classroom; back straight, eyebrows arched, chin up, shoulders stiff, and arms relaxed; just like Seto taught me. I'm trying to establish dominance in an unknown territory here.
I look over the other kids in the classroom. There are like, twenty-five here. That's a lot of kids for one teacher to handle.
One of the kids is sleeping. He jumps awake as the teacher starts talking.
"Good morning kids," She has a no nonsense voice, a good sign. Seto told me that this teacher was a good teacher.
"Good morning Miss. Marvett," chorus twenty-five voices. Some of the kids groan it, and some are almost singing.
"Okay, class; we have a new student today. Say hi to Mokuba Kaiba."
"Hi Mokuba," they chorus again.
I give a small wave, and Miss. Marvett asks me to tell the class about myself.
"Hi, I'm Mokuba Kaiba, as you already know, I'm ten, I like any duel monster related games, and I have one older brother."
I never say exactly who my older brother is, because last time I did that all anybody wanted to talk about was my brother, his deck, his tournaments, his strategy, etc. Although I love my brother, I already worry about him enough. I don't need to talk about him all the time.
The teacher looks at me proudly. I tend to impress people with my delivery. I usually anticipate that I'll have to speak before I actually have to, so I formulate speeches in my head.
"That was very nice, Mokuba. Why don't you sit down next to." She scans the room before her,
"Next to Katy. Katy, why don't you raise your hand so Mokuba can find his seat."
I look around the room a couple of times before I see a pale hand tremblingly suspended in the air. My eyes had passed it over because it was just barely raised into the air- it looked like it was on top of her head.
I walk over to my seat, and pull my stuff out of my bag. My seat is next to a window. I glance through the glass, and lose myself for a moment.
The sky is grey, and covered with clouds like a canvas coated with thick paint. Here and there are the smallest hints of red, or yellow, and right above a weed and gravel filled parking lot the clouds partially break, sending a shaft of light slicing through the gloom.
Wow, I never knew I was this poetic before.
The weeds in the lot all look grey, except for the ones in the way of the light. Those look green. It's hard to tell whether any of the others are naturally green or naturally grey.
The rain is beating down on everything alike though, keeping me aware of its presence through its tense and continuous roar. One of the raindrops hits the glass and drips down, and then another, and another, until an infinite number must be flowing down the storm gutter.
I sit and turn my attention back to the classroom. Katy's sitting and staring pensively at her pencil eraser.
She looks like she's about to cry.
I hold out my hand. "Hi, Katy, I'm Mokuba," I say.
Katy turns sort of pink and shakes my hand limply. She turns her eyes to my face and whispers "I know."
I smile and a shadow of a smile passes over her face.
Katy has sort of wavy, thick blond hair that falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are large and blue, but a very light crystalline blue, they glisten like twin pools of tears. When she smiled, it looked like those pools rippled and shone. She has very long and droopy eyelashes that feather over her eyes like a weeping willow tree's branches float and dip over a pond. Her face is pale, the skin is almost translucent, and the sides of her nose rise and fall like rose petals with her breathing.
Okay, now I know I had better quit reading fairy tales.
I glance back at her face, but she is no longer looking at me-she is mesmerized by the rain, and her eyes are grey with shafts of blue cutting through them.
EH? EH? So how'd I do? Is it good for a first try? Is it to slow? I just wanted to do an intro chappie, so this is up, but if I get three reviews I'll post the first chappie. This fic will switch to pov's every once in a while, and no, it is not a Mary Sue. If you want to see what happens, review!
PrIsMiC Fantasea