Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or, more specifically, Seto Kaiba and his younger brother, Mokuba. Thank you very much.
Note: This was originally posted under the alias of Eiji Izumi on www.seto-san.net. Alias' are cool. I felt like Stephen King, ya know?
It was five minutes until daybreak, and Seto Kaiba sat, restless, unable to sleep all night, in a large crimson velvet chair. One leg crossed casually over the other, elbows sitting comfortably on the plush armrests, long, thin fingers crossed. His expression only read that he would much rather be MOVING than SITTING STILL, maybe even OUTSIDE instead of INSIDE.
He stood, stretched briefly, walked to his door, grabbed his long coat off the hanger, and then opened the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, he felt the cool winter air swirl around him, greeting him in a sense. He couldn't help but give a short-lived half smile. He always seemed to prefer the cooler seasons to the warmer ones: the frigid atmosphere of winter kinder to him than the glaring blaze of the burning sun of summer.
He started to walk. At first slow, adapting slowly but surely to the new temperature, (the inside of his estate much tepid than the outdoors) then sequentially accelerating until he was going at quite a brisk pace.
The first thing that occurred to him on this walk was the abundance of couples. Were there really this many dyads in this metropolitan? Were they all congesting the very boulevard he was currently frequenting? Even this early, that seemed to be the case.
Not to say it bothered him to see two happy people gushing over each other, but he wasn't particularly fond of watching such... abhorrent displays of affection. No, abhorrent was too strong a word. It was... distressing? No. Maybe it was one of those things that didn't really have a name to go with it. And that was fine. He didn't feel a great need to label every little thing that crossed his mind. All he knew for sure on this subject was that he really didn't have an opinion, just an irk.
Lifting his eyes around one especially affectionate couple, he spotted an empty plot of realty between a clothes outlet and a diminutive corner café. Searching concisely for a sign dictating what kind of structure may soon secure this post, but finding none, he put that in the back of his mind in the event he ever found out (sort of in a curious mood) and then continued to walk, putting it out of his thoughts.
Wondering exactly how far he had become from his home, Seto sat down gracefully in a wooden bench that rested beside a bakeshop. He leaned back and rested his head against the somewhat granular wall.
//I'll just rest my eyes a moment, and then head back home.//
Such famous last words had never before been spoken, and it wasn't soon until he drifted off to blissful, dreamless sleep. In fact, a few hours later, he was sleeping so soundly he didn't notice his adolescent brother, Mokuba Kaiba, crawled onto the bench and laid down, resting his head on his elder sibling's lap, and too, "rested his eyes."
And they remained there, peaceful and oblivious to the light, powdery snowfall that began to fall only moments after the pair had both slipped into repose.
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Ugh, that was terrible. Mush. Anyway, please review, even if it is crap.
Note: This was originally posted under the alias of Eiji Izumi on www.seto-san.net. Alias' are cool. I felt like Stephen King, ya know?
It was five minutes until daybreak, and Seto Kaiba sat, restless, unable to sleep all night, in a large crimson velvet chair. One leg crossed casually over the other, elbows sitting comfortably on the plush armrests, long, thin fingers crossed. His expression only read that he would much rather be MOVING than SITTING STILL, maybe even OUTSIDE instead of INSIDE.
He stood, stretched briefly, walked to his door, grabbed his long coat off the hanger, and then opened the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, he felt the cool winter air swirl around him, greeting him in a sense. He couldn't help but give a short-lived half smile. He always seemed to prefer the cooler seasons to the warmer ones: the frigid atmosphere of winter kinder to him than the glaring blaze of the burning sun of summer.
He started to walk. At first slow, adapting slowly but surely to the new temperature, (the inside of his estate much tepid than the outdoors) then sequentially accelerating until he was going at quite a brisk pace.
The first thing that occurred to him on this walk was the abundance of couples. Were there really this many dyads in this metropolitan? Were they all congesting the very boulevard he was currently frequenting? Even this early, that seemed to be the case.
Not to say it bothered him to see two happy people gushing over each other, but he wasn't particularly fond of watching such... abhorrent displays of affection. No, abhorrent was too strong a word. It was... distressing? No. Maybe it was one of those things that didn't really have a name to go with it. And that was fine. He didn't feel a great need to label every little thing that crossed his mind. All he knew for sure on this subject was that he really didn't have an opinion, just an irk.
Lifting his eyes around one especially affectionate couple, he spotted an empty plot of realty between a clothes outlet and a diminutive corner café. Searching concisely for a sign dictating what kind of structure may soon secure this post, but finding none, he put that in the back of his mind in the event he ever found out (sort of in a curious mood) and then continued to walk, putting it out of his thoughts.
Wondering exactly how far he had become from his home, Seto sat down gracefully in a wooden bench that rested beside a bakeshop. He leaned back and rested his head against the somewhat granular wall.
//I'll just rest my eyes a moment, and then head back home.//
Such famous last words had never before been spoken, and it wasn't soon until he drifted off to blissful, dreamless sleep. In fact, a few hours later, he was sleeping so soundly he didn't notice his adolescent brother, Mokuba Kaiba, crawled onto the bench and laid down, resting his head on his elder sibling's lap, and too, "rested his eyes."
And they remained there, peaceful and oblivious to the light, powdery snowfall that began to fall only moments after the pair had both slipped into repose.
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Ugh, that was terrible. Mush. Anyway, please review, even if it is crap.