Chapter 2: Repeat
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't intend on making a profit out of this, so please don't sue me.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm so happy! I got summer vacation today! It rained though, but that was good for me and bad for all those poor girls who were wearing miniskirts. Hah! But the biking trip to school in icy cold rain for 30 minutes wasn't too healthy… Anyway, I'll stop babbling about my personal life. Oh yes, summer vacation means more time. More time to write…
Note to Reader: Please read each sentence carefully, I think you'll get more out of it if you do.
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The golden sun shone through the bright, big window on the top floor of Kaiba Corp. However, the young man inside didn't noticed it, or he ignored it. He was tapping fervently on the laptop with furrowed brows.
"Dropped 20%, must compensate for that with… Oh yes, 50% rise in technical management. That brat Larsson did do good work, but he's too expensive…" And such was the thoughts of this young man.
Ring!
"Maybe Lind would do the work better; he is from America after all…" Kaiba muttered to himself, ignoring the phone call.
Ring!
"Then again, Moore does work way cheaper…" He quickly recovered from the aggravating noise.
Ring!
His thin, malnourished lips curled into a cruel smile as he continued to contemplate, with the occasional interruption.
Ring!
"Curse that telephone…" The continuous ringing was echoing in his ears, and his annoyance barometer just jumped ten levels.
Ring!
He'd had it. Kaiba grabbed the phone and listened for one second.
"Err, Mr. Kaiba? Your new se…" The poor man was cut off as Kaiba pulled the phone cord. His anger was a bright, red-colored fire, rising to the sky for every second that passed. In his rage, Kaiba forgot everything and just lost it. An odd crunching sound made him freeze to his usual sub-zero temperature again. He turned around to inspect the source.
He realized too late that his ultra-sensitive computer was on fire.
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"Here's the paper, Mr. Kaiba," the man bowed and left.
Kaiba signed it, quickly scanning the information. For some weird reason, his mind couldn't register the facts, but it was nothing important to him.
"Thank you, Mr. Kaiba," another man swooped the paper onto the silver tray, then hesitated and asked, "It's about the new secr…"
"Get out! Get out of my sight immediately!" Kaiba roared fiercely as the hated subject which was his computer's death was mentioned again.
The man looked terrified, then retreated like a rabbit to its burrow.
He would be computer-less the whole day, so he took up the first paper of fifty stacks and started to skim it through.
It was going to be a very long day.
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Knock, knock.
He wasn't going to play a stupid child's game. The man with the blue eyes focused his mind once again on the document.
Knock.
His patience was at its limits. He threw up the door, ready to snarl at whoever dared to disturb him. The man who had come to deliver the message about the new secretary was now stuck between the door and the wall, in a very narrow space.
"Ouch… Mr. Kaiba… Personal secreta…" That was all the man could say before he fell unconscious under the heavy oak door.
No more of that bothersome knocking, thought Kaiba and returned to his uninteresting but important paperwork.
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A new computer would not arrive until five days later. Kaiba was furious enough rip down the whole tower and everything in it. However, it wasn't his nature, so he decided to just give extra flavor to the fear he would put in the people's hearts.
"Mr. Kaiba, did you know a new sec…" Lars Larsson, one of the main technological researchers was trying to inform the great Kaiba Seto about the new secretary's arrival.
"Why are you out here? And are you trying to indicate that there is something in this company that I should know?" Kaiba was intimidating Larsson, and the researcher shrank back, and then hurried out of the CEO's sight.
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After repeated attempts to inform Mr. Kaiba about the new personal secretary coming tomorrow, the staff gave up and returned to their jobs.
They left Kaiba to find out about the secretary himself.
And that was a thousand times worse than tell him themselves. But they'd only realize it after the whole encounter had happened.
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The sunset was beautiful, but the brown-haired young man had ignored it, and kept writing on scrap pieces of paper, trying to keep his disorganized ideas neat.
"We're at the mansion, Mr. Kaiba," the limousine driver informed him.
"And by the way, there's a new…" The last futile attempt was below futility as Kaiba stepped out of the car and fled into the house, in a dignified way that only Kaiba Seto could've done.
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Why was everyone trying so desperately to tell him something today? And all of them, telling the same thing! Of course they didn't succeed, as Kaiba's charisma simply warded off anything that tried to tell him something in a superior way.
It was he who made the rules. Anyone messing with him had to play by the rules. They would never be allowed to make their own rules, as far as he ruled.
Then why… Why did he have a certain feeling of curiosity inside him? Why did he so dreadfully want to find out? He poked the incessant thoughts into a tiny corner of his mind, and prepared to stop them with full force.
Then he went down to dinner.
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Dinner was the greatest, richest meal you could find in all of Domino. And this greatest, richest man wasn't enjoying it at all.
"Hey, is there something wrong with you?" Kaiba snapped out of his rice reverie as he watched his worried little brother gulp down the dinner.
"You're planning something." This was not a question, but a statement. Kaiba narrowed his eyes and stared intently on Mokuba.
"Yes," Mokuba sourly admitted the truth and made the trademark Kaiba smirk at Kaiba himself. Then he ran up the stairs and retreated into the safety of his room before Kaiba realized what was going on.
Kaiba dipped the chopsticks into the rice bowl, fished them up with a minimal amount of the substance stuck onto them and carelessly put the wooden cutleries into his mouth. This mechanical action was repeated until the bowl was sparkling empty.
He wasn't really hungry.
"Mr. Kaiba? We'll need a new…" the maid was shocked by Kaiba fleeing up to his room as soon as he heard the word "new".
Kaiba himself ran up the stairs as fast as he could, and he heard the usual video game sounds from his brother's room, before rushing into his own and slamming the door with a thud that sounded in the whole house.
"Wonder what's wrong with Mr. Kaiba. He never acts like this…" the nervous maid murmured as she drew back into the servants' part of the mansion.
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He saw the paper on his desk. First he thought it was just a trick, but it was the there. The paper had never felt more real when he briefly raised it to his tired blue eyes and scanned the information.
They looked… familiar. He was sure he had seen it earlier this day.
Where? He couldn't recall.
Then he remembered. The man delivering a new contract about a new worker… That was it! Those kind of things happened every day at such a large company as KC.
But there was something special with the paper.
Personal… something.
What?
A few puzzle pieces fell into place as he remembered all those people who had made such pathetic attempts, trying to tell him about the new…
What was it again?
S... something.
His experienced brain had already found the answer, but Kaiba's proud self was too proud to admit it. He kept his arrogant attitude as response to the mental question passed his lips and into the air.
"A Personal Secretary."
At that same moment, he was filled with rage in that no one had told him. When he threw a glance at the picture, he immediately recognized it. That blonde's sister.
This was too perfect. Kaiba Seto smirked, returned to his frozen self, and picked up a beige telephone with lining of ivory. He started to dial the number to Jou's apartment, pausing in-between each single number to enjoy this…
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A/N: So, what did you think about my pathetic attempt to try humor? I'm truly sorry about my bad self-confidence. Three reviews for chapter three. Okay? Please click on that little blue button down there and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is fine. Then again… There is a nice paper shredder over there…
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't intend on making a profit out of this, so please don't sue me.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm so happy! I got summer vacation today! It rained though, but that was good for me and bad for all those poor girls who were wearing miniskirts. Hah! But the biking trip to school in icy cold rain for 30 minutes wasn't too healthy… Anyway, I'll stop babbling about my personal life. Oh yes, summer vacation means more time. More time to write…
Note to Reader: Please read each sentence carefully, I think you'll get more out of it if you do.
-
The golden sun shone through the bright, big window on the top floor of Kaiba Corp. However, the young man inside didn't noticed it, or he ignored it. He was tapping fervently on the laptop with furrowed brows.
"Dropped 20%, must compensate for that with… Oh yes, 50% rise in technical management. That brat Larsson did do good work, but he's too expensive…" And such was the thoughts of this young man.
Ring!
"Maybe Lind would do the work better; he is from America after all…" Kaiba muttered to himself, ignoring the phone call.
Ring!
"Then again, Moore does work way cheaper…" He quickly recovered from the aggravating noise.
Ring!
His thin, malnourished lips curled into a cruel smile as he continued to contemplate, with the occasional interruption.
Ring!
"Curse that telephone…" The continuous ringing was echoing in his ears, and his annoyance barometer just jumped ten levels.
Ring!
He'd had it. Kaiba grabbed the phone and listened for one second.
"Err, Mr. Kaiba? Your new se…" The poor man was cut off as Kaiba pulled the phone cord. His anger was a bright, red-colored fire, rising to the sky for every second that passed. In his rage, Kaiba forgot everything and just lost it. An odd crunching sound made him freeze to his usual sub-zero temperature again. He turned around to inspect the source.
He realized too late that his ultra-sensitive computer was on fire.
-
"Here's the paper, Mr. Kaiba," the man bowed and left.
Kaiba signed it, quickly scanning the information. For some weird reason, his mind couldn't register the facts, but it was nothing important to him.
"Thank you, Mr. Kaiba," another man swooped the paper onto the silver tray, then hesitated and asked, "It's about the new secr…"
"Get out! Get out of my sight immediately!" Kaiba roared fiercely as the hated subject which was his computer's death was mentioned again.
The man looked terrified, then retreated like a rabbit to its burrow.
He would be computer-less the whole day, so he took up the first paper of fifty stacks and started to skim it through.
It was going to be a very long day.
-
Knock, knock.
He wasn't going to play a stupid child's game. The man with the blue eyes focused his mind once again on the document.
Knock.
His patience was at its limits. He threw up the door, ready to snarl at whoever dared to disturb him. The man who had come to deliver the message about the new secretary was now stuck between the door and the wall, in a very narrow space.
"Ouch… Mr. Kaiba… Personal secreta…" That was all the man could say before he fell unconscious under the heavy oak door.
No more of that bothersome knocking, thought Kaiba and returned to his uninteresting but important paperwork.
-
A new computer would not arrive until five days later. Kaiba was furious enough rip down the whole tower and everything in it. However, it wasn't his nature, so he decided to just give extra flavor to the fear he would put in the people's hearts.
"Mr. Kaiba, did you know a new sec…" Lars Larsson, one of the main technological researchers was trying to inform the great Kaiba Seto about the new secretary's arrival.
"Why are you out here? And are you trying to indicate that there is something in this company that I should know?" Kaiba was intimidating Larsson, and the researcher shrank back, and then hurried out of the CEO's sight.
-
After repeated attempts to inform Mr. Kaiba about the new personal secretary coming tomorrow, the staff gave up and returned to their jobs.
They left Kaiba to find out about the secretary himself.
And that was a thousand times worse than tell him themselves. But they'd only realize it after the whole encounter had happened.
-
The sunset was beautiful, but the brown-haired young man had ignored it, and kept writing on scrap pieces of paper, trying to keep his disorganized ideas neat.
"We're at the mansion, Mr. Kaiba," the limousine driver informed him.
"And by the way, there's a new…" The last futile attempt was below futility as Kaiba stepped out of the car and fled into the house, in a dignified way that only Kaiba Seto could've done.
-
Why was everyone trying so desperately to tell him something today? And all of them, telling the same thing! Of course they didn't succeed, as Kaiba's charisma simply warded off anything that tried to tell him something in a superior way.
It was he who made the rules. Anyone messing with him had to play by the rules. They would never be allowed to make their own rules, as far as he ruled.
Then why… Why did he have a certain feeling of curiosity inside him? Why did he so dreadfully want to find out? He poked the incessant thoughts into a tiny corner of his mind, and prepared to stop them with full force.
Then he went down to dinner.
-
Dinner was the greatest, richest meal you could find in all of Domino. And this greatest, richest man wasn't enjoying it at all.
"Hey, is there something wrong with you?" Kaiba snapped out of his rice reverie as he watched his worried little brother gulp down the dinner.
"You're planning something." This was not a question, but a statement. Kaiba narrowed his eyes and stared intently on Mokuba.
"Yes," Mokuba sourly admitted the truth and made the trademark Kaiba smirk at Kaiba himself. Then he ran up the stairs and retreated into the safety of his room before Kaiba realized what was going on.
Kaiba dipped the chopsticks into the rice bowl, fished them up with a minimal amount of the substance stuck onto them and carelessly put the wooden cutleries into his mouth. This mechanical action was repeated until the bowl was sparkling empty.
He wasn't really hungry.
"Mr. Kaiba? We'll need a new…" the maid was shocked by Kaiba fleeing up to his room as soon as he heard the word "new".
Kaiba himself ran up the stairs as fast as he could, and he heard the usual video game sounds from his brother's room, before rushing into his own and slamming the door with a thud that sounded in the whole house.
"Wonder what's wrong with Mr. Kaiba. He never acts like this…" the nervous maid murmured as she drew back into the servants' part of the mansion.
-
He saw the paper on his desk. First he thought it was just a trick, but it was the there. The paper had never felt more real when he briefly raised it to his tired blue eyes and scanned the information.
They looked… familiar. He was sure he had seen it earlier this day.
Where? He couldn't recall.
Then he remembered. The man delivering a new contract about a new worker… That was it! Those kind of things happened every day at such a large company as KC.
But there was something special with the paper.
Personal… something.
What?
A few puzzle pieces fell into place as he remembered all those people who had made such pathetic attempts, trying to tell him about the new…
What was it again?
S... something.
His experienced brain had already found the answer, but Kaiba's proud self was too proud to admit it. He kept his arrogant attitude as response to the mental question passed his lips and into the air.
"A Personal Secretary."
At that same moment, he was filled with rage in that no one had told him. When he threw a glance at the picture, he immediately recognized it. That blonde's sister.
This was too perfect. Kaiba Seto smirked, returned to his frozen self, and picked up a beige telephone with lining of ivory. He started to dial the number to Jou's apartment, pausing in-between each single number to enjoy this…
-
A/N: So, what did you think about my pathetic attempt to try humor? I'm truly sorry about my bad self-confidence. Three reviews for chapter three. Okay? Please click on that little blue button down there and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is fine. Then again… There is a nice paper shredder over there…