Okay's, don't hate me. So I was supposed to be working on my Puffshipping fic, but I took a nap the other day and when I woke up this was going through my head. I'm sorry to anyone if I appear to be stealing this idea from them; it's not on purpose, but this does seem like a bit of a cliche theme.
So here's how it is...
Summary: Just when Seto seems to have lost it all, he finds something all new. S/J Yaoi, maybe lemon later. Don't like, don't read. Some cussing. This is how text goes; 'thinking' "talking" "Mokuba on the phone" I think that's all. Please read on.
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"I'm only going to be here about half an hour," Seto Kaiba told his limo-driver, as he stood outside the cluster of little office buildings. "But in the meantime, I need you to go pick up Mokuba from his school. I won't be needing my paperwork, so I'm also leaving my briefcase in the backseat. Please remind Mokuba to take it to my office when he gets home."
"Yes, Sir."
"Afterwards, I'll call when I need to be picked up. It shouldn't take very long."
"Of course, Sir. Shall I bring any requests to the cook for your supper?"
Seto took a minute to think. "No," he decided, "I'll let Mokuba decide." He knew his kid brother would think of something good, and would be considerate of his big brother's eating habits.
"Very good, Mr. Kaiba. Then I will be waiting for you to call for me."
"Oh, and Isono."
"Yes, Sir?"
"Thank you."
"Of course, Sir." With that, Isono started up the long black vehicle, and headed off in the direction of Mokuba's school. As Seto watched him leave, he thought back on all the people in his life that could not be trusted. There was a very, very long list. Smiling, he reminded himself that Isono was not one of those. He had also been a limo-driver under the empolyment of Seto's 'father', but had been fired for being to concerned and caring when around the two young boys. For that reason, Seto didn't even have a second thought about rehiring the man when Gozuboro died. 'He's one of the few good ones,' Seto thought, a look of appreciation in his eyes. He turned and entered the office of his optometrist.
He sat in the waiting room, staring as the news flashed on the tv screen. He may be Seto Kaiba, but if the doctor was busy, then the doctor was busy! He could very well pay the man to see him now and forget about his current patient, but even The Seto Kaiba wasn't that cold. And waiting let him feel a little more normal. It wasn't like being waited on hand and foot was bad, but it did get boring sometimes. Plus, this gave him some downtime and a moment to rest in the middle of his long day.
As he watched a report on a teenaged girl commiting suicide over a Myspace boyfriend that wasn't even a real person, he noticed the screen flicker a bit. Seto looked around the room and saw the lights do the same, in sync with the tv. Then they all just went out. Caught off guard, Seto gasped. A little boy sitting with his mother in a corner screamed, but then was muffled by his mothers hand over his mouth. The small room had no windows, and Seto smirked in the darkness, reminding himself he was not afraid of the dark. Indeed, it took more than that to scare him.
The doctors, interupted from they're work, came into the waiting room to help the secretary calm down the patients. Slowly moving about in the dark, they began to tell they're respective clients that they would be able to do no more check-ups, etc., due to the blackout. A voice drifted toward Seto.
"Mr. Kaiba, are you still here?" From slightly to his left.
"Dr. Metsuki. Yes, I'm here. What is going on?" He stayed calm, seated with his arms crossed over his chest. He could almost see an outline to the man before him in the inky shadows. 'Then why,' he wondered, 'am I at an eye doctor's? Oh, that's right. New reading glasses.' He'd broken his old ones at school at the beginning of the week. Well, actually, he hadn't broken them. It was that Mutt, Jounouchi Katsuya, running into him just as he was leaving a classroom. He turned the corner and Slam! Crunch! The idiot fell down, while Kaiba held his ground. He glared down at Jou, who looked up with a sheepish grin. Then Kaiba pulled the shattered glasses out of his breastpocket, and looked at them angrily.
"Heh, heh. Uh, sorry, Kaiba," the shorter boy still sat on the floor, holding his crossed ankles and grinning apologeticly. The glare directed at the usless lenses slowly turned toward the blond. Jou began to squirm, but he held on to his innocent apology. "It was an, accident...?" He wasn't sure if talking was a good idea anymore.
"It is not funny, you damn Mutt!" Jou cringed and looked at the ground. Seto could tell that Jou didn't like being yelled at, but that was one of the things that made doing it so fun. Jou was now biting his bottom lip and his head hung even lower. "You're an idiot! I should make you pay to replace these, simply because I know you can't afford them. That seems like an appropriate punishment, don't you think?" He was smirking at himself, pleased with making the other boy so uncomfortable and rubbing his low living status in his face. He never could figure out why he enjoyed torturing the blond so much, just that it made him feel better when he'd had a bad day.
"If you don't mind it taking a while," Jou muttered to his shoes," then I will pay you back." He looked up with extremely sad eyes. "If you really want me to."
For a reason he didn't understand, it angered Seto that Jou was attempting to crawl out of the pit of misery he'd created for him. He pulled back, as though to backhand the impudent dog. Jou snapped his eyes shut, awaiting the blow, but it didn't come in the form of a hand. Seto's glasses struck the ground between his legs, shattering further and a shard jumped up, striking him across his closed left eye. Jou hissed at the pain, but kept his eyes closed, and Seto stormed off, leaving him on the floor.
"It seems the entire town is experiencing a major blackout!" Seto was ripped violently from his thoughts and it took him a minute to even remember where he was. 'Right, Dr. Metsuki's.' And on top of that, he had just been told there was a blackout? He got his brain back on track and turned to the doctor's shadowy form.
"All right. Then I guess I should reschedule this appointment?" Seto asked the black area in front of him.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. If the power is back tomorrow, then I'd be glad to see you then, even if it is Saturday. Otherwise I can see you again on Monday at this same time, if you like," Dr. Metsuki wrung his hands in the dark, hoping not to loose such a valued patient.
"That's fine," Seto pulled out his cellphone and held down 2 to reach Mokuba's cell. "I'll come back and we can finish this then. I'll be leaving in a moment; I need to make this call first."
"Of course, Mr. Kaiba. Everything will be ready for you either tomorrow, or Monday. We'll see you then." The shadow turned from him and walked a ways, before bumping into someone. Seto went back to his phone. If there was a town-wide power failure, the he needed to make sure that Mokuba had gotten home safely.
"Yeah, hello?" "Mokuba, it's me." "Yeah, I kind of knew that; what's up?" "Did you get home okay?" "Uh-hu. Isono came and got me and Arata together. We dropped her off at their house then he brought me home." Arata was Isono's daughter, if Seto remembered right. "That's good, how are things going?" "You're not going to believe this, Seto! I'm locked in the house!""WHAT?!""Yeah! We got here before the power-out, but when it happened, it completely shut down all the security systems! They basically went into total lock-down!" "You've got to be kidding me! You stay put; I'll be there as soon as I can! Could I get you to tell Isono to come pick me up?" "Yeah, um, see...thing is the gates are locked down, too. Nobody can get in or out. He's actually been trying to get to you for the past 15 minutes, even though you hadn't called." "It's okay, Mokuba; I'll try to get home as soon as possible. Just STAY PUT!! Get something to eat and wait for me." "Okay, just hurry back soon. Bye, for now."
Mokuba hung up the phone. Seto kept his out and stood up. As he headed toward the door, he decided to call up one of the other chauffeur's at Kaiba Corp. that were kept around to transport ambassadors from other companies around town. Turning in the dark in the direction of the door, he stepped forward and walked Slam! into god knows who. His cell flipped out of his hand and across the floor behind him. Before he could turn around to find it, there was a series of sharp Crack! Snap! Crunch! sounds.Turning around with slow shock, Seto's mouth hung open upon seeing the destroyed remains of his cell sparking on the carpet of the waiting room. Clenching his teeth so as not to scream in anger, Seto merely turned back around and found his way to the door.
Outside the sun was blinding and Seto squinted up at the sky. Hopelessness washed over him for the first time in 13 years. This was ridiculous! All the power in his home was out, his phone was now nonexistant, and he had no way of getting home. There had to be something he could do. Looking around him, he saw a payphone on a near corner. That would do, but this was demeaning. Can you imagine, The Seto Kaiba using a common payphone?! Making up his mind and clenching his fists, he stalked purposely toward the booth. On the plus side, he wasn't in this part of town often(or ever), so maybe no one would recognize him.
Stepping into the partial-privacy of the small glass box, he picked up the reciever. He was pretty sure he knew how to use one of these; he just had to put in some change, that's why it was called a payphone. So he began fishing in his pockets, only to find lint. Switching the phone to his other hand, he reached into his remaining pockets, looking for his wallet. Why couldn't he find it? Where could it be? Then it hit him. Hard. He had left it with his briefcase, in the back of the limo. It was also now locked in his house. Again, desperation surged through his veins and he slammed the side of his fist onto the glass wall. This was impossible.
Swinging open the door, he wandered down the sidewalk. He had no destination now. It would have been home, but he wasn't even sure what part of town he was in anymore. He had no way of contacting anyone, no money with him to pay for any sort of ride, and no idea where he was. The dark earlier may not have scared him, but this was becoming frightening.
Looking out of his gloom, he saw that he'd wandered into an alley. He didn't mind. His brain was so frazzled, his mind in such a state of shock, that nothing made since anymore. This actually seemed fitting; the shadows ingulfing him and dragging him down into further depression. If he could find no way back, then this was the only place for him. He was not one to give up so quickly, on anything, but with everything hitting him so fast and hard he was in no shape to get a handle on it. He leaned his forehead against the wall of a building, his eyes focusing on the nothing that he had so easily become.
All his sences had shut down and he felt bile rise in his throat. His motor functions were out of whack and it took all his strength, just to keep standing. With a sudden burst of frusration, he slammed his fist into the wall, then, with his head still pressed to it, he slid to the ground, craddling his bruised hand and accepting his fate. That was when the first tear fell.
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Well, chapter one is up. Oh! I almost forgot the disclaimer. So, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, yada yada yada, Kazuki Takahashi does. And also, I don't own Myspace. I think Tom does. Well tell me what you think and I'll try get some more of both these stories up as soon as I can. Thanks!
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