Chapter 9, True Love
"WHERE'S MY DRESS!" May screamed at the top of her lungs. She was planning to go out with someone, I knew. I went up the staircase and looked at her. Her hair was all frizzy with stress. Her two separate cascading waterfalls of her hair were in a static position in the air. I laughed ta the sight of my new enemy's agonization. "Heh. May, getting ready for a date, soon after you dumped me? You'll find your dress. Don't worry. Your man won't be disappointed. Oh. Did I call you by your first name, Lady? Sorry." She looked at me with a confused and bewildered look on her face. "What's going on, Seto?" She looked at me in the eyes. I got furious at her. "You cannot call me by THAT NAME anymore. Mr. Kaiba Sir to you." She shook her head and had a depressed look on her face. "But... Mr. Kaiba Sir, I thought we were friends. Maybe even more than that. Did you get my letter?" I had a satanic grin on my face. "You can continue to live here, but I'm starting over. With Manna. Everything between us is said and done. Oh, and your letter sleeps with the dust bunnies."
She buried her hands in her hair and began to sob. She whipped out another piece of paper and began writing. I shook my head with a callous look in my eyes. "No Kindergarten drawings of yours will help. Maybe this time, your letter will rest with the fishes." She began crying even harder, and it slurred her letter. She wrote over that and kept going. She would and could have been happy that she got my goat this far. Instead, she was sad. This didn't add up... Anyway, I had a date with Manna by my pool. To start anew. When I got to the pool, the water was cool and serene. She had gotten us two strawberry smoothies. She appeared to motion to someone in the shadows, and for that second, I felt them eerily move. "Hello, Seto." She had the most blissful look in her eyes, and a dress that looked just like May's, at out first date. "That..." I began to say. She looked at me with untold curiosity. "Is something the matter? Do you like my dress? Thanks."
"You're welcome!" I said. I looked at my tuxedo. Manna said, "You forgot your bow tie." I looked at my shirt. It was true. I must have been so excited to meet her, that I hastily dressed. "I'll be right back." I said, and then ran into the house. I heard talking outside suddenly. "Don't worry, honey, he'll be back soon." Probably one of the maids. But it still felt odd, but not creepy. Manna was being evasive for some reason. I could see it in the way she moved. This was not the girl I once knew, but it was better than the alternative. Suddenly, one of May's letters fell onto the floor from the little table it was situated upon. I decided I had time to read what the idiot said. 'Dear, Seto, before I tell you anything else, I'm packing in an hour. My friend found me a new, cool place outside of NYC, and I'm moving there.' Good riddance to bad rubbish. She was out of my life, but it would still feel sort of empty without her. It continued, 'I would stay longer, but I don't feel welcome anymore. You've been acting very hostile lately, and I've had enough. I redecorated the attic for you, and when you came up to me, you didn't even notice. Before then, I thought I had gotten to know you really well.' She didn't feel welcome. Figures. I was dumped, why act nice? It STILL continued. 'I felt like I had gotten you almost out of your shell, to see the world from a perspective other than a computer. I loved our first date. I laughed at all of the people's faces when they saw a big CEO eating a grilled cheese sandwich and baby corn. I thought you liked it too.' It was fun, yes, but she had ruined that in one night. Going on... 'You acted really weird after that on night with that guy and girl. That night, you totally closed up and refused to speak to me as a friend, or maybe more.' That much was true. Now for the closing message... 'I beg you, even with me out of your life, to look at your world with a bigger perspective. Look at small things as well as big things. Last message, May.'
I had gotten my bow tie from my hardwood oak closet, and came back to meet Manna. I had a bit of compassion for May, so I fished her letter out of my bed and blew it off. Somehow, the letter had made me more vigilant to my surroundings. Once outside, I knew the shadows surrounding the pool were moving, but I didn't know why. "So, you're back!" Manna caught me with her ever smiling face. For some reason, she looked ruffed up, as if she had yelled at someone. "What's the matter?"I asked her. She swiftly smoothed out her hair. "Oh. Nothing." I shook my head. "Something HAS to be the matter. Let me help." She looked flustered. "No!" She said. Suddenly, I saw the shadows weave near the entrance to the pool. Manna had put a life preserver there, and it was bound to be slippery.
Suddenly, I heard screaming. "Waaa... Wooaah...AHHHH!" Stumbling awkwardly on the ground was Chase. My shock showed in my eyes. "Manna, Chase is here to ruin our date! How many OTHER things can he ruin?" She looked angry, not shocked. "You didn't show up at the right time! Enter from the other side of the pool! We would have dealt a big blow to his ego BIG TIME, but your klutzy feet had to mess it up!" I gasped. "Y...you don't mean..." I had put two and two together. She had been bossing him around as married couples do, not divorcees or friends. She was still married. Chase even had his wedding ring on. She nodded. "Yes, I mean. This was a big plot that would devastate you. I thought it would work, but... Wait a minute! HA HA! Maybe it has! She's leaving!"
Manna had noticed May slip out of the door with several pink and white suitcases with lace around them. The same ones she used when she came here... Her hair covered her face, which was down towards the ground, she knew I was there. She walked past the pool, until she saw the argument, more on Manna's part than Chase's. I had to admit, I felt sort of sorry for the guy now, but he was still my business rival, and his wife still had tricked me. May came over, her fists clenched and her eyes glaring at Manna. "THAT'S MY DRESS!" She lunged towards the other woman, and a struggle insured. "UGGH!" "AHH! MY DRESS!" IT'S MINE, I STOLE IT!" "DEFINE THE WORD. STOLE!" The women threw unfriendly banter at each other, to say the discreet least. "*uck you! That's my dress, you idiot!" "I don't give a *amn." The women were in a cat fight, their fingers clasped around the others throat, until they noticed that the dress was ruined, and in tatters. I had reclined in a pool chair, and Chase put his chair next to mine. "They're going at it again. Women." That was a remarkably intelligent phrase from Chase, but I was still seething mad. "That's one thing I agree with you about, but remind me to kill you later." I stated. He whipped his day planner out, which was mostly filled with parties, because he had 3 vice presidents go to his meetings. In the notes section for today, he wrote in Kindergarten writing. 'Remind Kaiba to Kill Me.'
I didn't know how the scumbag still had any money, but his father's pockets were bottomless. When you think Chase is out of money, another inheritance springs up. *amn fool. But something had to be done first...