Chapter 1,What the Earth Owes It Doth Not Returns
It's been a week now, and it's the beginning of October. I could say that was a good thing, since my birthday is in late October, but I was hardly excited anymore, I had the money to purchase anything I desired. If I wanted a new company for my birthday, I could have it. I was the new gaming magnate. I had blown Nintendo,Microsoft, and Sony out of the water years ago as a teenager at 18. So naive then... I was their superior in both computer related technology and gaming systems. I had taken over their old buildings, which were new factories for me. The KaibaCorp Game System 2.0 had been released. I had the worst slogan and product creators ever. Well, no one was complaining because my company was the leader in 3-D hologram technology. Bring a sword out of your hand and swing it at a realistic dragon, realistically scale high cliffs. It was so realistic, people came out with symptoms of... Insanity.
My secretary opened the door. I could feel the October chill descend upon my skin. "Italian business suits were not suited for this kind of weather. You could get frostbite." This was the kind of statement I have heard for most of my business career, but I didn't care what others said. "I don't care!" I shouted at her with a harsh tone in my voice. "Seto, haven't you experienced any joy in your life? For the ten years I have worked for you, you have rarely had a real smile on your face. If anything you have a satanic grin." I could feel my skin spiking and my blood pressure increasing. The only cold I felt now was...a cold shoulder for her. But then I decided I did want to respond. I wanted to show my rage. "Joy? You ask about happiness? Well, to answer your question precisely, I once was happy, with my birth mother. I had tons of magnificent experiences with her. Like going to the zoo and petting a giraffe on the head. But those experiences have not come anymore. I have money. I can charter my private jet to go fly to the most expensive zoo in the nation. She died when I was 10, her smiles, her experiences, and her love died with her the day of that car crash. I...I was devastated. God had killed all of my hopes and my dreams that day..." She nodded. "I understand you went to foster care straight after?" She asked with a piqued curiosity. Women. "Yes, I remember...I was hiding in a closet... Voices in my head, or maybe that was my foster parents when they were drunk. I was supposed to go to an orphanage, but I was straddled with this *rap." She began to cry. "I...I'm so sorry." I nodded looking at her, looking in her eyes. Tired, brown eyes stared back.
"I don't know the reason I share this with you...But there's more. I had a..dream world. One where I was in my dream occupation and with a wonderful wife. But dreams were useless, and only helped me get through, in addition on meager rations of food from day to day... I remember...when I was thrown against the wall. I recollect that I had so many scars on my body, covering my head down to my toes, I...I just about suffered in pain every day. Sometimes I didn't even have enough energy to walk to the closet. Then they just beat me up more. My final foster parent was the worst. He was a single father with Business aspirations. He was already an affluent businessman. He wanted a son involved in it too. His son that his ex-wife borne him died in a car crash. So he turned to adoption, looking for an intelligent kid. In the closet, I played with a tattered chess set, I didn't know the hang of the game at first, but then I eventually learned. It was fun... and remarkably easy for me. That's why he decided to adopt me. I was already proficient in logic, and then he put me in an accelerated school program to increase my I.Q. Now I know everything,a and can run this company so well." He looked in the mini mirror near his desk. His face was curved into a smile, his eyes had softened, and his composure was loose. This was unacceptable... I tensed and turned towards her. I hadn't dune this in times of sanity, but I grasped her around the neck. Disguises slipped off, contacts broke on the floor, and everything slipped. I gasped automatically, it was beyond my control. "M...May?" I asked in complete astonishment. It was her. Now she knew everything..