The Real Truth Behind Growing Up
By: SakuraScorpion19A/N: Here is a new story behind the cold, blue eyes of the famed CEO of Kaiba Corp. As said in Kaiba's own Point Of View (POV), this fic contains some truths to growing up and running your own multi-billion dollar company without actually going insane! Do enjoy and review…feedback and constructive criticisms are gladly welcome…
Rated T for language…. What's a story without as much damn swearing as possible?
Note I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Or the characters used in this fanfiction…I also do not own any of the vehicles (Companies/Models) named in the story…sadly…so you can't sue! So there!
Chapter 1: A Sarcastic Morning
The worst that could happen, did…I woke up again. Alive and well, but hopefully today, my dark soul would keep me at bay. I, unfortunately, got up from my cold bed to take a shower. It was another wonderful day in the world of crap, disappointments and…failures.
As soon as I put on my usual outfit, my trusty black, long sleeve shirt, black pants and black…well, I guess you could call them boots plus my white trench coat in hand, I trotted down the stairs. And, if you couldn't have guessed, I sure as hell didn't have a smile on my face. I walked over to the hall and followed the green mile to the kitchen. There I found my little brother happily eating his breakfast of eggs, ham and rye toast.
He looked up at me with a gentle smile. So very innocent.
"Good Morning, big brother!"Mokuba said with eggs falling out of his filled mouth.
"Yes…good…morning."I answered with a forced smile. Nothing too good about it.
"You having any breakfast, Seto?" He asked me as I stood there staring at the black hole in the floor.
"Huh? Oh…no, I'll catch some at work. I'm late as it is."I replied. I'm not a big fan of eggs or breakfast. I guess eating isn't a good use of time, some could say.
"Oh…okay." He said looking away from me down at his food.
He didn't seem to "excited" about my answer, but Mokuba didn't realize how…difficult my life could be. It was more…complicated, I guess, than difficult. It wasn't hard…just a little…over organized…too planned…too much perfection, I guess you could say. "Too much perfection"? Why would I just say something like that? I live for perfection; perfection is all I desire.
"Seto?" Some voice called out.
"Huh?" I spit out in confusion. Who dares disrupt my perfect thinking? Oh…nevermind…
"Seto, aren't you late?" Mokuba asked still staring down at his plate.
"Huh? Oh…" Crap…why am I still standing here? "Yeah…I guess that I am…" I said looking at the clock on the stove. 7:47am…I needed to be there at, at least 8:00…now I'll be behind all day, SHIT! And when did I buy that stove…it looks like crap in the kitchen…Crap! Now I'm a fucking professional interior designer?
"Yeah…" I said pulling my trench coat over my head. "I'll see you later, Mokuba." I said looking around for my car keys.
"They're in your right-hand pocket."
"What?" I questioned feeling the weight in my pocket. "Oh…thanks." I walked over to Mokuba, gave him a quick hug and literally ran out the door to the garage. Now, which car should I take today? There's the 2006 blue-tinted Jaguar, 2006 Ford Mustang…my crappy car, of course…stupid Ford…crappy American POS! There's a 2006 Hummer…why the fuck did I buy a Hummer anyway? Then there's my pride and joy, the remodeled, rebuilt…Camero…my black heart lives in that…GOD! Why would I want to harm her beauty? Let's see, I have other cars…but…they aren't worth the brain cells to mention. I guess the silver Mustang will have to do! And note to self…get rid of that yellow bus of a Hummer!
I got over to my silver horse and gladly, ha, yeah right…I got in and drove out of the garage, off of the Kaiba property and onto another PERFECT day of work!