Strangers
A/N: Not particularly spooky, but it wouldn't leave me alone so here you go.
Seto Kaiba, CEO of the prestigious Kaiba Corp. and true master the great Blue-Eyes White Dragon, was not one to mingle with the crowd. Or even the general public if he could avoid it. Besides the occasional tournaments, public announcements, and other engagements demanded in running a multi-billion yen company, he was a solitary man, who valued his time highly. There was time for only one person in his schedule, only one person out of 6.9 billion people he deemed worthy of his undivided attention. Three guesses as to whom.
But that person isn't important in this particularly story, although he did play a role in how Seto Kaiba ended up in his current position: Which was currently sitting among a churning sea of people at the local middle school as students bustled up and down the stage preparing for the holiday's festivities. Dressed in his Battle City decor, complete with flaring white trench coat and blindingly shiny buckles, he sat in stark contrast to the various orange, blacks, and macabre array of attire.
He would've preferred just staying in his suit and tie, but Mokuba insisted that even if wasn't going to dress up he shouldn't look like he wasn't going to just another board meeting. So they settled on his usual dueling outfit.
So now he sat on a hard plastic chair waiting for festivities to get under way, when a woman approached and sat herself beside him. She wore plain and simple clothes, and didn't present herself any different from the other parents and family members mingling about. She opened a book and began reading as quietly.
This continued throughout the entire procession, the woman simply reading and never once looking up to see what was going on around her. Even during applause and cheering when all eyes were fixed on the stage, she continued to ignore the rest of the world as if it didn't exist.
Seto applauded when appropriate and kept his eyes fully fixed on Mokuba and his performance. Yet he couldn't help but notice this strange woman and her even stranger behavior. With laser like precision his ice cold blue eyes scanned the cover of the book she was reading. A slight smirked graced his lips as the words 'ghost' and 'supernatural' registered in his mechanical brain. The woman must have finally noticed, because she glanced up at him and lowered the old leather bound book ever so slightly.
"You don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural?" she asked quietly.
"Hardly," he responded with a slightly bored edge to it. "It's all just overactive imaginations and simple trickery. Nothing but a con." He felt like he was talking to Yugi and his pack of miscreants about more of their Egyptian mythology nonsense.
"Well I do." She replied. "There are ghosts everywhere, especially if you know where to look."
"Really." Cold disinterested sarcasm bled through clearly. He stared towards the front.
"Of course. Haven't you ever felt or seen anything beyond logical reasoning?"
"No. Science has disproved many of the so called 'Paranormal Phenomenon.' Like I said, its all just a bunch of superstitious fools fueled by an equally superstitious society. I haven't ever seen anything paranormal, and I never will."
"Haven't you?" She replied, her voice slightly cocky and smooth. Seto turned slightly and even the great and mighty duelist's eyes widened slightly as he watched the woman vanish.
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