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A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW
Timeline: after the Battle City Tournament
1
Seto Kaiba looked down at the city from his office at KaibaCorp. It was late and he was restless. What is wrong with me? he wondered as he placed his forehead against the glass and sighed. He looked over at his little brother, who had fallen asleep waiting for Seto to finish his work for the day. Seto's mouth turned up in a half-smile. He had never expressed in words the love he had for the last member of his family. Do I deserve the devotion and loyalty he shows me? What will he think when I finally fail him? Will he hate me as much as I hate myself?
Walking over to his desk, Seto loudly snapped shut his silver case. Mukoba, reacting to the noise, jarred awake, yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Hey, kiddo, time to go home," said Seto with a grin.
"You mean you are actually going home before midnight? Sheesh, you taking a vacation or something?" said Mokuba with a playful gleam in his tired eyes.
"No, I just thought it would be good for you to get some beauty rest." Seto caught the ball of paper his brother threw at him.
"What's this?" He started looking it over as they walked toward the elevator.
"Eh, nothing. Well, just a permission slip for the field trip tomorrow."
"You were going to tell me about this … when?" Seto's right eyebrow went up.
"I really don't care if I go or not. It's at Domino Park and the instructor is boooorrrrinnnnnnnnng!" Mukoba looked up at the numbers being lit up as the elevator descended, avoiding his brother's curious glance.
"Well, I've signed it. Go or not, it will be up to you." He handed the wrinkled paper back to him.
"Thanks, I guess."
Seto and Mukoba got into the car awaiting them and headed home - each consumed in their own thoughts.
Here I am again looking out this window. Seto, what are you looking for? He looked for several more minutes, then, irritated, went back to his desk.
Several hours later his stomach was telling him it was lunchtime. He could feel the desire to stare out the window again and resisted by taking his lunch down to the basement. No windows there. He stepped off the elevator and noticed a black-haired, young man, one or two years older than he, sitting at a desk, eating his own lunch and reading a soft-bound leather book. The young man looked up, questioningly then with surprise.
"Mr. Kaiba? I am Tony Reed, can I help you?" Tony asked with a sincere smile.
"Just looking for a place to eat - quiet, secluded and no windows. Guess I came to the wrong place." Seto glowered and turned to leave.
"Not at all. See down in that corner over there?" He pointed down the hallway. "There are some offices with desks, locking doors – and no windows. I'll make sure no one bothers you. Okay?"
Kaiba thought about it, then nodded and went to the indicated offices, chose one and locked himself in.
Tony watched as the door closed. What is this all about, Lord?
/wait …/
Tony shrugged, finished his lunch and kept reading.
Half an hour later, Kaiba came back out, nodded to Tony and waited for the elevator to come.
"If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." That statement earned him a suspicious glare as the elevators closed between the two young men. Tony turned back to his desk, bowed his head and prayed for Seto Kaiba.