Too Much To Ask

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Chapter 11: A Horrible Fate…Just Forget It


Eshe's Point of View

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"Do you think this is a joke?" Seto spat.

"Of course not," I retorted. "I'm sitting here with a swollen cheek." I rubbed the bruised flesh and winced, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my entire head. I can't believe he hit me.

"I could have broken your T.M.J. if I had moved my fist to the right once centimeter when I struck you."

"Don't act like you've spared me from some horrible fate."

He paused for a moment, a faraway look in his eyes. "I did."

He wasn't talking about the punch anymore.

"Did you ever wonder if it would've been any better if we'd been able to face him together?" I blurted out.

Seto looked at me sharply. "That's impossible," he responded bitterly. "He didn't want another person, never mind a girl around to waste his time. He hated all people, especially girls. You'd be dead."

"But why did you have to seal your fate and go with that evil son of a bitch, just to be killed yourself?!" I demanded. "You didn't have to risk Mokuba, and you didn't have to sacrifice yourself!"

"I'm not dead yet," he snapped. "Unless you're planning on killing me."

"Don't be stupid."

"I am merely stating what you implied in a more straightforward manner."

"They say you're a supposed genius, but for a genius, you can be pretty dense."

"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice was dangerously low.

"Like I said, you didn't have to sell your soul to the Devil just to get some money and fame."

"You think I did this to get money and fame?!" he snarled. I cringed slightly. He looked about ready to pounce at me again. He laughed sardonically, his eyes devoid of emotion. "You think I want to be in all the newspaper tabloids? Do you think I wanted to run a multi-million dollar corporation when I was not even a legal adult? Who would? But I do it for Mokuba. I do it to make sure he's well fed, has clothes and shelter, and gets the best education possible. I do it to make sure he's happy. I do it so he can have the childhood I didn't have. I do it so that maybe someday, orphans like us won't have to grow up in the dump we did. I do it so little kids won't be adopted by ruthless, careless, or abusive parents. I do it to rid the world of people like…like him!"

I stared at Seto in awe. "Seto…" I reached to gently touch his shoulder.

He jerked away. "Forget everything I just said," he growled through clenched teeth. "Just forget it!" He bent down to busy himself with fixing the elevator.

I sunk to the floor in the corner of the elevator, feeling discouraged. At least he's starting to open up a bit…


It was weird; as I was typing this, when Eshe said, "Don't act like you've spared me from some horrible fate," I had intended that she was talking about how Seto chose not to shatter her jaw, simply because she was being bitter and sarcastic. But right after I wrote it, I realized the second meaning it had, so that's why Seto answered, "I did," because he was referring to how he wouldn't let Eshe also become Gozaburo's victim.

As much as I despise Gozaburo (him being a -cough-sh-ttybleepingS.O.B.ingbastard-cough-), sometimes I wonder about him, too--wonder what made him the (do I have to type that out again?) that he is. -twitch- Uh-oh, I'm feeling a plot bunny nudging me…

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