Cap. 1: A second chance…

It was a dark and cold night. The sky was covered with raging clouds, threatening to burst any minute now into a furious storm. The wind was growing stronger and stronger. Trees were waving forward and backward, left and right into an intensifying wild dance. It seemed as if they would brake from the ground and fly far away into a whirlpool of death. It wasn't raining yet. The sky was waiting for something… for someone. It would be disappointed to burst and not having any witnesses, not having anyone to observe it, be scared and angry that something like that would happen exactly on that day, at that moment. It would get excited thinking about some poor person, who was just coming back from work, after a hard and tiresome day, just waiting to arrive home where he could finally relax. Then, while the person would be reflecting about how hard he worked, how empty his life was and that it couldn't get any worse, it would burst releasing all the rage that it kept locked inside it just waiting for the right moment.

So the dark sky was waiting, ever searching, ever looking for the perfect victim, until it saw him: a poor sad- looking man wondering around on a lonely road on the sea coast on the east side of the British Island. And indeed the man was the perfect victim, for even if the storm had the chance to select its victim itself, it wouldn't have found a better one.

The man couldn't have been older than 35-40 years old, but he seemed much older. He was dealing with a lot of problems, one could see just by looking at him, and yet he didn't talk to anyone about them. No, because what he felt, what he had to see, to witness every night for the past 20 years was the very reason for his misery, for his own destruction. He didn't try to find excuses or to forget what he had done before his time, because he knew it, he had already accepted the fact that it was all his fault. He let himself be overcome by darkness. He threw away all the things in which he believed, and let himself be drifted away by his hatred and crewing for power. And yet he wasn't the one who suffered as a result for his actions. Because of him, his beloved son has lost the only one he let near him, the only person he had loved. And such a beauty she was. And so kind as only angels can. But he had killed her. One blast. Her heart was hit, her spirit thorn apart…and the sky broke into tears for its maiden was gone. Even after her light has overcome him releasing his son from the chains of the darkness, he witnessed from the pit of shadows his son's heart being broken. Reality struck him as he realized his mistakes "I'm sorry, Seth!" he cried out from hell, "Forgive me, my son, I bag of you!", he pleaded, but his pleadings never reached their destination. His son could not hear him, no one could. He laid there, surrounded by darkness as centuries passed by. "How could I have been so heartless, so cruel? How could I have left the darkness take control of me? That wasn't suppose to happen…my son…that girl…dead. I'm so sorry, my child! I'm so sorry!" He would plead day after day in his solitude, but there was no one to hear his cries.

Than an idea came to him. He would go and talk to the gods. He would bag them for a chance to repair his mistakes. Not to save his soul, but to fulfill the destiny of the ones he tore apart. To make them come together, like they supposed to. "I would wait an eternity, if I have to, until they are resurrected again!" he said to the gods. He knew that their souls would come back on earth some day, and that's all he needed: the chance for him to be send back at the same time as they did. "Their destiny is not your concern. There are matters in stake that you don't understand. Such things you can not alter. You are nearly a human. You have no power." the gods said. "I only want to leave in their time, and nothing more. Please. Afterwards you can do with me as you please"

"The future is for no human eye to see. Time passes, vanishes in the endless universe only to be resurrected again. You will see that faith does not lack irony. You should fear, for there are forces wondering the ground that you can not control nor resist. What you shall accomplish will decide your after-life. You won't receive a third chance….'

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The storm was already increasing. The rain was pouring down. One would have the feeling of taking a shower in one of those fancy hotel rooms…if it wasn't for the raging wind. The man couldn't help but grudge as the rain was slapping him over the face "And I thought it couldn't get any worse". He was lost in his thoughts. His plan wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped. He found his son, Seth. He had just been adopted by an incredibly rich man, a certain Gozaburo Kaiba. He was living in Japan." That would be a problem", he told himself. Even if he found the reincarnation of Kisara, he had no idea how he would bring them together, nevertheless make them fall in love with each other. And the language was a problem,too…he would have to learn Japanese.

He would have to hurry, if he wanted to fulfill what he intended to. But that would be difficult. There are 6 billion people in the world, how could he find Kisara? And the gods weren't exactly on his side. "I have to be quick!"

Just then he saw something on the road "An animal, perhaps…", he thought. The sound of a car running fast reached his ears. He couldn't see it, but he could tell it was just around the curve. "How reckless", he thought "driving with such speed on such a weather"…