Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I still do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
Ryou awoke with the sun in his eyes. He had never encountered something so bright in...well, forever. Bakura wasn't even there to yell at him, or kick him, or anything. Waking up pain free was great! With two hazel eyes opening, he saw a laptop on the...tiny desk. He knew there was another word for it, but he couldn't remember. There used to be a small desk like that for his lamp in his room. His all white room. Man, it was great this room was a golden color, and not blue or white. He hated blue because of the asylum, and he hated white because it reminded him on his old days. Well, he shouldn't say hate. It took a lot for him to actually 'hate' something. More like he loathed the colors, but he could live with them anyway.
Kaiba came into view as he turned over to sit up. Had he been there the entire time? "Hi." There was something wrong with his voice. It was louder. The CEO smirked casually before walking out. Ryou sat up, the cotton covers feeling so great over his body. It was like a cloud, compared to the hard bed he was used to sleeping on. Bare feet touched carpet, and he stood up carefully. A set of clothes were there on the bed's frame. He gave one look at it and felt a sadness creep up on him so suddenly, he barely caught on to his lowering mood.
There, awaiting him, was a white sweater with a blue V sewed into it that stretched all the way to his back. Then he saw a green undershirt he used to wear, and blue pants. How did Kaiba managed to get his old clothes? Knowing the rich man, he had probably got them made or something. The shirt was staring at him. So he put them on, that way, they couldn't really look at him without him looking in a mirror. He also hated mirrors. Not something he'd be looking into any time soon. To see a reflection within a reflection was just scary. Trying to see Ryou, but just to see Bakura. It was pointless to look at him because there would never be a 'him' in the mirror.
Now that he was fully clothed, he padded on the fluffy carpet to the hallway. There he saw Kaiba waiting for him patiently. A leg up against the wall, another supporting the crossed armed genius. Cold eyes gazed down at him. He was pretty short... or Kaiba was really tall. One or the other. "Good morning." His statement was small, but meaningful.
Ryou smiled in response. They walked down the rather large, white hallway. If he had mentioned it was white, the other probably would have said tan. However, Ryou knew white. It was white. "Where are we going?" That was a pretty insane question. Insane. He didn't like that word. After being in a mental ward, he realized, he began to get rather negative. He hated negativity.
Wait, is that even possible? 'Think positive.' Ryou thought, trying not to lose it.
"The kitchen, you have to eat breakfast."
"I don't usually eat breakfast. What are we going to eat?" That was a pretty sane question.
Kaiba shrugged a tiny shrug. "What do you want to eat?"
That was a question NO ONE has ever asked him. "I...um... maybe cereal?"
They turned into a white and blue tiled kitchen that had a young maid in there awaiting her master. There was a chef, and many shiny things behind the stove. It was warmer in there, but Ryou was okay with that. He liked warmth. His face cringed as he noted the colors. "What kinda of cereal?"
"Something cinnamon."
"Alright."
Ryou was lead out of the kitchen into the dinning room. There was a regular sized table with plates already set for two people. He wondered why it was only two, but then he remembered how it was just Mokuba and Kaiba. There had never really been any family, or none that anyone ever mentioned. Can someone be so rich, that they could disappear? He highly doubt it.
Kaiba sat directly opposite of Ryou. The wooden tables and chairs were nice and inviting. There was a large window beside them that over looked the front of the mansion. Walls were a golden color, and the carpet was red. It was a very bold, yet flavorful room. "What do insane people talk about?" the question came so sudden, it too Ryou a moment to respond.
"I haven't really talked much." he said quietly. "Since there was no one really to talk to."
Kaiba's questions came in pace with his curiosity. If he wanted to ask, he very well would. "You always had Doctor West, and Bakura."
Ryou smiled a timid smile. That made the other smile. "Doctor West wasn't there for...talking. She was there for watching me. Or making sure I haven't done anything drastic." He grew quiet, not even mentioning his darker half. Talking to Bakura was practically all he had been doing for the past years.
A bowl of cereal was placed in front of him. The creamy color of the milk was more than inviting. Picking up a silver spoon he took a bite. After a minute, took another. Breakfast was new and wonderful.
Time went by and they sat in perfect silence. Kaiba watching Ryou, Ryou watching his bowl. He filled it up once more before stating he was full. "Thank you." he said when he was done. Kaiba watched the maid take the aftermath away. "So...why did you decided to have me here?"
"What do you mean?"
Ryou shrugged before playing with the edge of the tablecloth. "I know Yami, I'm sure he offered to take me over at his place, or find me somewhere to go. However, I'm not sure why I'm here in your mansion. We've never been on good terms."
Kaiba smirked. "Because, leaving you with the King of Games and his dog like friends would be more insane then you realize."
He nodded. "Ok." His throat hurt from the sudden conversation. A stifled yawn came, then he was taken to the 'library' or that's what Kaiba called it. Here it was a big...tan sofa, a coffee table, and two stories worth of books. Billions and billions of books. A wire helix staircase lead to an aluminum balcony like sidewalk in the air. Or that's how he saw it. Two ladders were on the balcony to reach books farther away. Only one was on the first floor. A couple of lounge chairs were on the corners of the library, next to the rather HUGE window in the middle. There was so much detail, it was hard for him to soak it all in. "Wow."
"I heard you liked to read, so here you go." he watched the rich CEO sit on a chair and pull out his laptop. "It's going to be quiet around here. Mokuba is at school, and I work. If you need anything ask a servant."
"Ok."
Ryou picked a book from the coffee table before sitting down on the tan sofa. The sofa was soft, yet firm. The book was called "Odd Thomas." by Dean Koontz. Looking at the summery, he set it down. He didn't need to read about other people seeing spirits. No way no how.
More time passed, with Ryou mostly skimming through one of Mokuba's manga books. He didn't get the fact that you were reading, yet observing. The silence wasn't really silence like he was use to. You could hear many things. Mostly Kaiba's tapping of his keyboard. His fingers moved so quickly it was like a smooth rhythm. It was so smooth, it drifted nearly put him to sleep. He was so tired, and he had no idea why. "Kaiba." he said after much consideration. The thrumming suddenly stopped, a pair of icy eyes met up to his. Scary. "Do...do you still go to Domino High?"
He gave him the oddest look."No."
"Do I?"
"Not anymore."
Ryou thought a moment. "Am I...missing anyone?"
"What do you mean?" The laptop's top closed and was set down on the ground.
"Well, I've been gone for so long, I barely remember my friends. Was there anyone else who I knew of?"
"Besides the annoying twerps, no."
"Oh okay."
They stared at each other for a couple of minutes. What were they supposed to do? Sure, Kaiba could continue working again, but that wouldn't be anything useful. "Can I call you Seto?" The other nodded. "Can I call Mokuba, Mokuba?" Another nod. Wow, that was sure entertaining. "Can I go for a walk?"
Kaiba looked out the window. "I don't know, do you want to?"
"Kinda."
"Fine, let's go."
Ryou smiled and stood up. He'd never been' walking' in forever too!
Wow, that was a boring chapter...sorry everyone.
