Intermission
Author's note: This doesn't really have a purpose. It's just a little chapter in between real chapters. If you haven't already done so, please reread chapter 3. I had uploaded the first draft of the chapter instead of the final. Also while this chapter is sad, I'm half way done with the next one, and it is rather sweet.
What is the worth of a soul?
A soul is an infinity precious thing. It's the only thing that we truly process. People can own your body, but never your spirit. Yet I've heard tales about shady bargaining with the devil. Faust traded his soul for knowledge, Paganini for talent. Wealth, pleasure, power -Isn't a soul worth more than that? In an even trade, would my soul be so wrecked with doubt and pain that it too would be worth so little?
"The devil himself," That's what my brother called Seto in an agitation based stupor during one of the nearly 30 nights we spent on that blimp. If that's the case then I just sold my soul for a warm place to sleep and perhaps a hot meal.
As I sit in the back of one of the Kaiba Corp limo's I try to understand just why Joey thinks this is hell.
Seto has just invited us into his mansion. I'm in a limo that's worth more then what my mother was payed annually, and just one of its tires are equal to a month's rent. The only thing we seem to lack is streets of gold.
Mokuba had fallen asleep within ten minutes. He's curled up next to Kaiba and using his own jacket as a blanket. His cheeks are squished into squirrelish chubbiness against the leather interior.
Noone talks. I'm so drained, both emotionally and physically that I stare off into space with a blank look and an equally blank mind. I study myself in the reflection from the limo windows. My paleness has turned into anemic-looking pallor. The skin around my eyes is puffy and dark. I look dead.
Noone looks at each other either. Seto makes agitated faces at the financial app on his PDA, occasionally muttering something like "dammit," or "seriously?" to no one in particular. My brother endures it all with clenched teeth.
The only hell that I see is this atrociously awkward ride.