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On a day like today, water feels particularly good. The pressure of the faucet mellows out the pressure that's pounding on the inside of my skull. Even though the dial is turned to the hottest temperature possible, it feels cool to the touch. I can see the angry red forming on my skin where the water hits, and yet I feel no pain. Curious; however not abnormal on a day like today. I lie against the chilled marble, and relish the shiver that jolts my spine. While I can never relax, this is nice, even though all the while thoughts of my future, my brothers well being, and my step fathers rage take control of my unguarded mind. I'm thrown from my reverie when a single drop of water splashes into my eye.I smile slightly at the pain. My head lulls to the side, and I let it. My chestnut hair getting in the way of the full feeling, but I do nothing. Instead I lie back and let it be. Watching as a small stream of water glides down the clear curtain next to me, I take in everything. Being silent, even for a moment, I feel, hear and see everything. The water droplets are cool on my lips.
I feel them gliding down my neck. The sedimentary beneath me is cold, and I welcome it on my fevered cheek. On a day like today, I don't mind. I am reminded of my work when the throbbing in my head makes itself known.
On any other day I would scold myself for being so weak. I would tell myself you have to be the best, because that's what is expected. Not that I blame them. Being my best is the best.
I know that I'm cocky, but I wouldn't survive any other way. I like to feel, because it proves that I'm human, however I hate to feel weak. It proves that I am worthless and they were right.
I will not be overlooked, or taken lightly. I am a threat. I am sometimes bombarded with unwanted emotions, such as: jealousy, and desire or even love. These things hold me back. I know this, and yet there they are. However, on a day like today, I question it. Is it worth it? Are you really worth it?
Always, the answer is the same. If there is a chance that I might lose at the game life throws at me, than yes it is worth it. The very first time I can remember that life had ever challenged my will was when my parents were killed. I don't believe in fate or destiny but I believe something else toyed with my life to test me. My father had left my mother and me when I was only seven.
I later learned that he had left her with not only me, but another child along the way. Of course, my mother had to die when giving birth to my little brother. I wanted to hate him, but the second I saw him, and how much he reminded me of mother, I couldn't. Some years later my father was contacted telling him the news of our mothers passing and he agreed to take us into his care. When I finally thought things were going to go somewhat okay, something had interfered again. When my father hadn't come for us in a couple of days, I was notified that he had been in an accident and was killed. With no one left to take care of us, we were dumped into an orphanage. Even though I knew my heart had hardened, my little brother was always there to keep me going and to give me a reason to be strong. Later on, a wealthy man had given a donation to the orphanage for press purposes, of course. Given the opportunity, I had jumped at the chance of giving my little brother a home. I had challenged the man to a game, and the wager was that if he lost, he was to adopt my brother and me. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain, so it was a game worth playing, and a game I enjoyed winning.
Although I find that this man was not to be trifled with, and that this man will make me into something I never thought I could be. Now that I am, I could never go back. Shaken out of my memories, I realize the bathwater had turned cold. How long had I been in there? I had no answer. Gripping the sides of the white marble tub, I stiffly lift myself from the stagnant water, reaching for a towel to shield my skin from the air.
Even though I had been quick, I still felt the goose bumps crawl over my body and the nip of cold at the nape of my neck making the tiny hair there, stand on end. With a shiver I opened the door to one of the maids that was paid to guard me especially.
She was a petite girl with auburn hair in loose curls that framed her face. I had once thought she was cute. Her name is Junko; and as cruel irony would have it, Junko means obedient child. I used to call her Ko-chan when we were kids. Back then her mother served my stepfather not only as a maid, but as his bed servant. Now, Junko is hired to keep an eye on me to make sure that I don't escape from him. As if i would leave; That man would probably spite me by hurting my little brother. Still, it disgusted me that my only childhood friend, besides my brother, was able to witness my stepfather's cruelty. I'm sure, if it weren't for our past together, Junko would have left by now, that her mothers contract was up. ? Brushing off the haunting thoughts, I started toward the sleeping quarters I was assigned. I cannot call it my bedroom because that indicates personal acceptance. That room was nothing but a blank reminder that I was trapped for now.
"Did you enjoy your bath Seto-sama?" She asked me in sincere curiosity. I had requested that she be the person that watched my every move, because even though she was paid to do it, she still did it with a warm and familiar air. It was comforting. "Hn. I am aware that you have some bad news so spit it out." I hate that I can't control my speech around others anymore. I am rude and brash but I can't make myself feel guilt or lower myself to apologize. "Hai, Kaiba-Sama wishes for me to escort you to his office. Kaiba-sama says that you will need your books, and study materials." I looked at her, and she immediately looked down at the floor. She knew as well as I what he was planning and all I could do was comply. I let the towel fall from my body as I begin to get dressed for another lesson and training as his only heir to the company called Kaiba Corp. It specializes in high tech machines for combat in battle, and I had to learn the ins and outs of his entire corporation, before he passed on.
"Hn. Anything else?" I knew there was; I was just hoping that this time there wasn't. "Hai." Was all she said before she handed me what always made my heart drop into my stomach.
It was a black, leather collar with a small golden license tag that read: "Property of Gozaboro Kaiba" and it made me laugh. The collar felt pliant under my fingers as I gripped it in pure anger. I belong to no one. He will soon learn that. "Seto-Sama? The master waits." I swallowed thickly before letting the tight leather slither across my throat. I could feel myself shaking, and I hated it. I could see that Junko had a steady flow of tears from her eyes as she held the door for me. She followed me to my stepfather's room, although the shift of books and papers in her hands could break the silence easily.
I was grateful for that. Upon our arrival, she gently lowered the materials onto the stylish red carpet before she pulled me into a hug. The contact surprised me, and made me jump slightly but I couldn't break the embrace even if I had wanted to. "I'm sorry. Seto-Kun" She whispered in my ear. "This isn't right and I'll bring Mokuba-kun into your room later tonight." Taking a deep breath I hugged her back. "Thank you…Ko-chan" She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.
I picked up the books and papers from the floor and made my way into the room. The tension was thick and it made it hard to breathe. As always, there was a single empty desk waiting on me.
Across from it was a large oak desk, at which sat a demon in a man's image. I sat cautiously, waiting on further instruction. This is what I hated the most about these sessions; the waiting and letting him hear the rattle of the wood as I shake in the desk. Finally he locks his cold and steely gray eyes with my own icy blue ones. "Well Seto, it seems that my methods have done nothing for your resolve. You're still a scared little brat that will always be worthless unless you can learn control."
He stood, and the tower of a man approached me.
"You are weak." I felt a heaviness drape onto my neck and I look down to find that he has strapped a leash onto the small golden ring that holds that sickening tag. I glare at him, but I soon regret it because I feel a sharp heated pain on my cheek. I wince, but look at him again. He smirks and I want nothing more than to head-butt him. "Very good, Seto. Show your enemies that you feel nothing."
I was jerked forward by the grip on the leash and my head crashed into the solid desk.
"Nothing can take you by surprise. If it does, than you have to have a backup plan." I could feel him pulling on the leash harder and I had to think quickly before he snapped my neck. He was pulling the leash down, so I tossed my head to the side to loosen the grip. I then threw my whole body backwards making the leash snap out of his hand and whip across his face. I smirked and even though he backhanded me again, it was well worth it. Like I said, I belong to no one, and I won't lose this game.
Author's notes: I will update relatively fast on this fic, because now that I have a computer at my disposal I will be easier to do so. Also this fic is unlike anything I've ever wrote. Because of reasons this will be quite a lengthy thing. At first it will be just Seto and the bastard but it will evolve into other characters.
I completely made up Junko. She will not be a main character at all in this story, i just needed some sort of underlying character back story. We may see more of her later but her part will not be major and she wont be paired off with any of the other characters.
The point of view really just depends on the mood im in. I'm sure it'll mostly be third person, but i dont know.
Next Chapter: "You cant do that!" the younger winced as the older Kaiba grabbed a fistful of brunet hair. "I can do whatever I want, and feel is necessary. I can make you do whatever i want too." Seto glared at the man he had to call father. "You are a pathetic old man, and I cant wait to take you down." The younger Kaiba spat as his head was pulled back to reveal his long pale neck. "You can't beat me." Gozaboro purred into the boys throat, making him shiver with disgust. "I made what you are, and i can take it all away, including the little brat." Seto smirked. "We'll see."