Night-parfait:Hello everyone! I am beginning ANOTHER new fic... ; A ; I will update the others, I promise. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this fic
Into You
Chapter One
Sometimes for a short, yet somehow lingering, moment…I think of you. The air is just right, the cool of winter rolling over the city, just enough to wear a jacket and switch to hot coffee. The sun dropping lazily behind the trees and the few strangers I pass, give me that feeling of an almost lost memory of you. There is violinist on the street, loosely playing that song you used to like, the one I can no longer remember the name or lyrics too. All I can hear is the melody, and with it, I catch a glimpse of your smiling honey brown eyes looking at me. For the first time in ages, I feel alone.
Pulling my trench coat on tighter, as though it would actually bring me warmth, I enter a small shop on the street side to escape the wind, brushing my now mussed hair into something vaguely more presentable.
"Aren't you Seto Kaiba?" I heard, as I always do, a female's voice squeal with over delight. I looked to her, with my eyes that were cold, that other people had coined the expression as 'cold glare'. Though honestly, they have not even begun to see the extremes these eyes could express. She smiled with a sweet shyness to her, twisting her foot in and putting her knees together cutely as she folded her arms nervously behind her back. She had long brown hair and deep brown eyes, I'm sure she was reincarnated to have eyes like that. She was rather busty and curvy despite her young appearance, only perhaps sixteen or so years old. She was probably the one running the shop considering we two were the only ones in it. If I had been hungry it would have been a devastating night for her…
"I am." I say quietly, more or less, uninterested. I grab a small handmade kuriboh keychain from the wall and look over its poor design with no intentions of purchasing it.
"I thought so!... Oh! That one was made by me…you would probably like my brother's much more." She trailed off, disappearing into the back of the store. I rolled my eyes. I could leave now but that would take me out of this warm shop. The downfall of being a dead, so-called vampire was the fact that being cold is a permanent issue. She returned quickly with a handful of little trinkets and chains. I raised a brow as she lay them across the counter. I leaned closer to take a look. There was a small blues eyes white dragon, a celtic guardian and a dark magician girl, all beautifully made from clay.
"How much are they?" I questioned, intrigued by the intricate detail each piece had. Someone had been too careful and attentive to make such useless little things.
"I will give you all of them for six hundred and fifty yen." She smiled. I raised a brow. It was rather inexpensive for something this quality. She put her head down shyly but I could still see a smile wide across her face. "Actually, I'm only charging you for one…but since it's you, it should be ok." She said before stealing another glance at me. I put down a thousand yen and she immediately returned the change, wrapping the pieces in little pink pieces of tissue paper and putting them in a small cloth bag. I pocketed the bag and left. Having had enough of the cold for today, and not feeling like repeating the same awkward shop event, I called my driver and returned to my mansion.
"Mokuba, for you." I said, placing the small bag of now two trinkets, having kept the dragon for myself, in front of my little adorable brother. Mokuba took the bag and opened it. There were days when I missed his youthful spirit, full of wonder and excitement, as he grew without growing, becoming wise and sometimes more knowledgeable than I, and today was one of those days. His face that once could have filled with ridiculous excitement was now just holding a light and casual smile.
"These are amazing, well made." Mokuba said turning them over in his hand, paying attention not to damage them. He looked at my face and beamed, jumping up and hugging me. "Better?" He asked with a laugh on his voice. I pushed him down on the couch and then sat on the armchair beside him.
"Now it's just odd." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "It is getting much colder…"
"You are so wary of the cold." Mokuba stated, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm sorry you have to attend elementary school again." I comment. I see him slump.
"It's not like it's so terrible, the kids are fun to play with and teach…it's just terrible that I have to act like I don't know anything…and get corrected by someone who knows so much less than me." Mokuba sighed. "At least we are back in Domino…even though the memories left behind here are bad…I like it here."
"Me too." I reply. Mokuba and I had become orphans here, real orphans, from the time when we were honestly alive. This place had no ties to who we were now. We had left this town in hopes of a new beginning and then we found the end of our lives. We dare not to return here until last week, three hundred years later. The only thing that was still the same was the mansion; everything surrounding it had changed. The women no longer wore kimonos, the men no longer fought with sword or farmed. The paper house belonging to our original parents, whose names and faces had vanished with time, had also vanished. Just the mansion that belonged to Gozobaro, our step-father of our living selves, remained, untouched and overgrown along with all the riches inside.
I regret to say that my first killing occurred while I was still alive. We had originally fled from the city shortly after I murdered Gozobaro. His constant abuse toward Mokuba had driven me to that extreme. Surrounded by constant violence that was true to the time then, I was easily influenced into that decision. We had fled the city that day, terrified out of our minds, and from there, we found a new city in the mountains. I had been surprised to hear one hundred years later, that no one had bothered with our mansion, saying it was haunted, and that anyone who entered would find themselves a terrible fate.
"It is very fortunate that no one was brave enough to test the legend of this mansion." I chuckled. Mokuba smiled and nodded.
"We were so mortified then about how they would punish us…It was ridiculous to return and see Gozobaro's remains laying there just as we left them." Mokuba replied. Killing was a normal thing for both of us now. It was how we had to survive. The overgrowing population allowed us many breaks in feeding, especially with the separation of young from their families these days. "It helped that you claimed the mansion in our name before that land boom though."
"It also helped that I am playing a rich young CEO this time, so that we may repair this ruin of a mansion." I noted. "If not, it would seem strange how quickly the two of us fixed the place up. Only money and a good lie can cover for that."
"You have to do high school again while playing CEO." Mokuba teased, leaning back on the couch. He finally rested the book he had been reading on the couch. I rolled my eyes.
"At least this time I have a worthy excuse of missing several days."
"You can't skip school Seto! You might learn something!" Mokuba laughed. I threw a pillow at him. We talked like this until morning, when we finally pulled on our crisp new uniforms for school. A heavy ring weighed on my pointer finger, one that protected me from the sun. Mokuba had a matching on his finger. An old witch many centuries ago had crafted them for us. We left in the limousine, having fun with our crafted status. Mokuba was dropped off first; it was a sight to see the young curious faces watch him as he got out and entered the school gates. I couldn't help but chuckle. From there, I was brought to Domino high.
As I exited the car, I could feel all eyes on me. I took care not to look at anyone. I forgot that with a status like this meant there would be many with a desire to 'get to know you'. Something like that would not be good for Mokuba and I. The last thing we needed was the world to discover that vampires do exist and that we are exactly that. I entered the school and made my way down the semi-clean hall. I found my class with ease and entered.
I found something hot slamming right into my chest. I did not stumble, but he fell back on the impact, shooting an accusatory glare at me with honey brown eyes.
"What the hell? Watch where you're going!" He barked at me, getting back on his feet and pushing me with his hands. I almost forgot to let his attack look effective. In all of my years of existing, no one had ever attempted a quarrel with me. I always felt if humans were not drawn to me, they at least could sense that I was not someone they wanted to get involved with.
"Are you going to move?" He asked in an overly loud voice, his eyes exploding with all kinds of emotion.
I was intrigued.
"If I don't?" I questioned, brow raised, I could feel a smirk seeping onto my face.
Night-Parfait: So there you have it! Please review if you have the time! It would be much appreciated!