A/N: This will be the first time to make a first point of view on this mystery person. So once you've figured out who it is and have decided that the person might be OOC then forgive me. Please read and review! Thanks!
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I have always kept an eye on you ever since I found out who my competition was. I never thought I'd have to give up my whole life just to learn you inside and out.
Squeak.
'Go away, you damn mouse! I'm working here!' I whispered and I heard the little rodent scurry away. I sighed and went back to viewing the boy below who was sleeping peacefully, a soft side where most of the population outside of the Kaiba mansion has yet to see. But no, that wasn't his weakness. I had to find it before I can leave this disgusting filth of a place that I call my home for the past 12 years.
Yes, I was brought here when I was just five years old by my father; Gozaboro. He was a strict man, but when it came to me; he was the nicest father I had ever seen. He treated me with such gentleness until one day I heard the car door open and I went over to my window to see Gozaboro getting out of the vehicle along with two small children. One of the children looked about the same age as me; he had brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The other was a bit younger and had black bushy hair, huge eyes too. I was about to go down to greet our new guests, but suddenly heard a click to my door and I whirled around to find it closed. I ran over and tried opening it, but it was locked.
I pounded my hands on the door and cried out, but then a voice on the other side of the door hushed me. It was father! I quieted almost immediately. I stepped back as I heard keys jingling and the door knob turning. My father stepped into the room and closed it behind him. He bid me sit next to him on my bed and I did. He explained to me that these new people were to be my stepbrothers and I had to be kept a secret from them. I wondered why but he then explained to me that sometime in the next few years that it'll come useful. So I waited in my room, being secretly fed and cared for while the two stepbrothers of mine was able to roam the mansion wherever they pleased. Except for my room that was, it was off-limits to them.
Even though I was used by him, I still thought of him as my father; the person who raised me since I was just barely able to talk. I couldn't hate him no matter what. In the room next to mines inhabits the stoic boy whose name was Seto. I heard one of the maids call him one time when she was up here serving lunch. I had the name embedded in my mind and it wasn't going to leave me any time soon. But that was ages ago, about 10 years, I believe.
Groan.
Oh, looks like my pet has awakened. I see him get up and rub sleep out of his eyes before pulling the white silk sheets from his body. His perfect toned abs was enough to make a random woman swoon at the sight. I just rolled my eyes; it was something I always had to see whenever he woke up. This was my job; spy on Seto Kaiba.
He basically does the same routine every day; get up, go take a cold-freezing shower, put on his school uniform goes down to greet Mokuba; his little brother and then goes to school. Then four hours later, he comes back home, takes another quick shower in his bathroom, dress nicely in a business suit and gets ready for work. Other days, Seto would stay home and do his business in his study across from his room. The study basically is his home; he sleeps there, works there, eats there; stays there. Do you know how difficult it is for me to crawl from this attic through that tiny little space off to my right and peek into a little hole that I made, just to spy on Seto the whole time? I have to roll down this other pathway down into the kitchen to check up on Mokuba while Seto was away, and boy do I regret it.
Just a few days ago, Seto went out dressed formally as if for a ball; dressed in a white Tuxedo, blue shirt neatly tucked in, black tie, and white dress shoes. He even took a hot shower that morning; I would know; the vents were steaming up! He had left Mokuba with a baby-sitter and never came home until late in the evening.
It was around eleven at night when I heard a car pulled up at the driveway of the mansion and of a door slamming. So I hurried to his room and peeked; in came the stoic man himself. Seto shrugged off the tuxedo before loosening his tie. On his face was a small, content smile. I wondered then, who died?
No one did though, to tell you the truth. If he had, it would've been the person who fell in love with him. The person goes to heaven; that's being dead right? Well aside from the fan girls that Seto manages to get, he has never been in love with any of them, or none at all for that matter. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. If he didn't, would he let Mokuba live with him? Well, to tell you the truth; Seto's a softie whether we like it or not. He's not a jerk, he's not a meanie. He's who he is because of one little thing; pride.
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A/N: So how was that for a first story in months? Good? Bad? Review please!