--Sigh-- I haven't updated in FOREVER.
I'm watching the movie Hocus Pocus right now, and Billy is SO FRICKN' AWESOME. I swear he is.
Anyways, before my ass gets hauled, I shall do disclaimers--
I do not own YGO. I never have, and I never shall. Okay? Okay. So there. I'm done.
Seto- Well, that was short.
Fuu- What d'you want me ta' do, write an entire fuckin' page about how YGO isn't mine? Man. It can all be summed up in a few sentences. (Which is why I hate those damn essay questions on PACT.)
Jou- She's right, Seto.
Seto- Whatever.
Ok, so, I'm done. Therefore, I shall write!! Muahahahahaha!!
Everyone- JUST WRITE THE DAMN STORY ALREADY!!
Bakura's thinking-- 'Bloody tart'
Hades n' Hell
Chapter 05
The Reality
Jou slowly started back across the bridge, before remembered that he could fly. He unfurled the black appendages from his back, pausing a moment before taking into the air. There would be hell to pay for this. Seto could be just like Anzu when he got mad-- He didn't listen to reason or the person he was mad at, even when they were explaining. It could piss anyone off.
Wait... when did he start calling him 'Seto' and not 'Kaiba'?
Since you started to like him, when he transfered to your class.
That little voice that answered the same question he always asked in his head concerning his crush on the CEO.
He kept on flying, ignoring the voice.
He eventually reached the portals to the mortal world, black holes sucking in demons in hell and spitting them out on the other side of the barrier, better known as the 'Iron Curtain', named after that foreign relation shit with russia and other european nations. Ah, whatever. Hell was waiting for him on the other side. If irony were water, he would be drowning.
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Kaiba paced his office, glancing out the window every now and then, and then at the wall, and then at the parchment scroll perched on his desk, and back to the window. The sun was setting now, sending rays of light to play across the room.
He was anxious. Very. Anxious.
It had been longer than the time limit, his brother hadn't moved at all, and Jou wasn't back.
He was starting to get even more anxious. There should be a fucking limit on the amount of fucking anxiety a man could fucking get.
Using 'fuck' in the same sentence three different times. That was new.
Kaiba walked over to his deck stopping to stare at the sheep of parchment furled tightly into itself.
Okay. Just to pass the time, that was to damn slow for fucking words.
He picked up the parchment for what seemed like the ten millionth damn time that evening, and tried to open it. Pulling as hard as he could, even going so far as to take a knife and lighter to it.
It didn't open, it wouldn't be cut, and it refused to be burnt.
Fucking great.
Was there a password required to get in or something? Did he have to murder somebody?
Or maybe the mutt was right. Only he could open it.
He took a few deep breaths and tried again. No luck. Maybe he needed to think of something while he was opening it.
Jou seemed nice, but he was a shinigami. He could be one of the meanest people on earth like that. But he seemed nice enough and compassionate enough when he was s shinigami, so maybe his more compassionate nature was conserved.
Well, he would regret having to so this. Seto knew he would.
Despite the fact that people called him 'The world's only living heart donor', and more things along those lines, he did have compassion.
He was still trying to open the scroll while he was thinking about that issue, when it suddenly popped open. He almost ripped it in half from all the force that was being used trying to open the scroll.
It was open, much to his surprise. How'd that happen?
On the parchment, several names were printed. None of them in the mutt's atrocious handwriting. This was cursive writing not unlike the kinds you often say printed on the covers of books, black, solid, symmetrical, and perfect.
If the mutt wrote this then Seto was impressed. And he very grudgingly admitted that to himself.
Imagine how it would be to admit ot other people that he was impressed with something the dog did?
Ah, well... he would worry about that later. Kaiba scanned the list, seeing who would die next.
Nezumi, Yuuki, Usagi, Rumiko, Meiko... wait, wasn't he that freaky fish guy from duelist kingdom? Ah, whatever.
Weevil... oh, that bug brat.
Rex... the dinosaur- obsessed dork, as Mokuba called him...
Where was that kid? Where was Jou? He was starting to worry.
"God... he'd better be back soon..." He said for what sounded like the millionth time.
"He'd better have Mokuba with him..."
Even though he liked Jou, he could get damn infuriated with him sometimes.
It had been almost thirty minutes over the time limit. Kaiba knew that his little bother was already officially dead.
But still, Jou would get hell if he came back without his brothers sou.
Just then, said demon boy drifted through the window. Kaiba put down the list and glared daggers at him, intending to give him hell for this.
If irony were water.
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Oh, god, I hope Jou's gonna survive. I know that I'm probably the evilest demon on the face of the planet for making Mokuba die, and I'm asking myself how I could do that, too. Sorry if this chapter is short, my muses wouldn't give me inspiration anymore for this story. --glares at muses--
