No one will ever understand Seto Kaiba. Even I can't do that.
His mind is complex to say the least, he puts barriers around corners and stops anyone from really getting inside. You want to be part of that complex? You had to know him before he blocked everything out.
At least that's what I tell people who wanted to get in to my brother's office.
"So, what's Mr Kaiba like? What does he do?"
I smile, "He likes to have a morning paper crossword solved."
The press frown and look at each other. What?
I'm going to enjoy this. I can put the words in whatever order I like. As far as they're concerned, I'm the only person who knows him.
"He'll grab a pile of papers from his small suitcase." The press aren't even writing anything... "He'll disappear in to his office. It's just a normal working day, like any other business man in this town, or any other."
But his mind... it's full of strangers. When I glimpse in to his eyes, I don't know anyone he's thinking about. He looks to the future, he says, but whenever he talks, he's stuck in the past. Some people talk about a soul room... I earnestly believe that my brothers soul room would be constant beams of light that echo down corridors. His thoughts would blind people. People think my brother's logical. He's not. Nothing he does has reason. It's impulse. I know this, because I know him. I can't tell anyone. No one except scrap bits of paper I scribble on to help me understand him. After I've finished this, I'll burn it. The press love to hear people's innermost secrets.
"What does he do then? Do you see him work?"
I shrug, "He likes a bit of reading on the subway home."
The press frown, they've never seen him on the subway. Well, I laugh, he wouldn't let them.
"He can't stand the radio. Not whistling down his ear." I glare at a reporter who's scratching their pen on the paper. That sort of whistling. "And I suppose he thinks his own thoughts then."
"But what does he think?"
"Why..." I pause, "How should I know?"
But I do know. I know those dark secrets. Not because he tells me. But because he doesn't bother to burn the scrap bits of paper. And because he mutters. He talks when he thinks aloud, when his eyes are too numb to see me in the corner. I don't spy on him. He just doesn't know I'm there. Even when I try to tell him, he doesn't always know. But I'm none the wiser. I don't know what he means by what he says. I've never heard of the places he talks about in his sleep. So what they hope to get from this press conference is beyond me.
I stand and smile at the audience. "Anything else. My brother needs me."
"What for?"
"The purpose of this conference is to know about what Seto Kaiba does. We don't know anything more!"
"He takes months off at a time, and we doesn't know where he goes!"
"Where does he go?"
"Is the money sponsors spend here being wasted?"
"What are his thoughts?"
"What are his reasons?"
I've made it to the back of the hall by now, and I look at all their hopeless, pathetic faces, so desperate to find out what's going on. But even I don't know that. So I should tell them the truth.
"My brother's heart is full of strangers. They have to dodge through his train of thought."
I look at the people.
They are strangers, and my brother only has one goal. He won't let them get in the way.
Get in the way of my protection.
The doors shut, and slowly, the noise gets further and further away. I'll leave Roland to deal with the mob.
