(So, I finally worked up the courage to start writing and posting my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic ~ I'm having a lot of fun working on this, so I hope you enjoy it just as much! I'm fairly new to writing fanfic (I write original stuff though, I'm just not used to writing characters that aren't mine haha), so I'm 100% open to constructive criticism, suggestions, corrections, etc. (especially since English isn't my first language!)
I want to write about everyone in this fic, not just blueshipping and Seto and Kisara even though they are the main focus. Also, I haven't watched DSOD yet and probably won't for a long time still, so, yeah... DSOD didn't happen here ;a; (by the way, please dont give me any spoilers!) I'm already working on the first chapter, and I hope there's interest because I plan to make this a long fic ~)
It was past two in the morning when Seto Kaiba heard the thunder noise start. He shook his head and looked at his computer screen again, trying to force himself to continue working, but it was useless. He felt as if even though he came back from Egypt, his thoughts were still stuck inside the Millennium World. And, of course, he didn't like it one bit. All he wanted was to leave the past and the hatred behind; that was a goal he set for himself even before the Battle City tournament began and, even though it might not have gone exactly as planned, Seto had finally reached a place in his life where starting anew should be easy. That was why he had been working so hard lately — even harder than he'd usually do. The only problem was that his mind was still stuck on ancient Egyptian magic, and a gentle girl with deep blue eyes.
He always thought he was the master of his own destiny, but now he often found himself wondering just how much power, exactly, he had in his hands. And Seto Kaiba was not the kind of person who had space for doubts and fears, so he'd shake his head and keep doing everything exactly as he wanted and chose to as if nothing ever happened.
Seto could hear the raindrops hitting his office's window violently, and the thunder was getting louder. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself it was time to go home before his brother woke up in the middle of that storm, so he grabbed his suitcase and took the elevator down while still trying to keep his mind where he wanted it.
And he was so focused that, as he exited the building, he almost didn't notice the unconscious white-haired girl lying on the ground, seeking shelter from the rain close to the door.
