Chapter Nine
This chapter is dedicated to my friend who has been er.a little less than
happy with Kaiba's "death"
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Crying.the tears of those people at the funeral could have filled a lake, no, a sea, but it was too late now.
The tears shed were meaningless, the crowd did not really feel sadness at Seto Kaiba's death, no one did, except Mokuba. Everyone in the crowd would soon get over the loss, everyone except Seto's little brother. Mokuba blamed himself for his brother's death, he thought, quite irrationally, that he could have prevented his elder brother's impending doom. The people at the funeral were here to offer their sympathies.though they had none for him when he had lived. Those last minute acted on sympathies ignited a spite in Mokuba that he had not known before.pretense. "These people had not even truly known his brother, Mokuba thought, " They had spited him in life.why are they so sad at his death?" All the mock sympathies were of no meaning.worthless, devoid of any sense.
The funeral began to proceed as everyone took his or her seat.
Halfway through the speech, crying was heard through out the audience. Voices murmured, "He was on his way to becoming great" or "he was a good person at heart." Useless, all meaningless. Mokuba looked hatefully at the speaker.he was reciting a speech that was said to so many."You NEVER knew my brother!" he wanted to yell, "You don't have the right to speak of him!" Yet he kept silent, knowing that if he could not control his outburst, his brother would not be pleased.."Seto," Mokuba murmured, "I miss you."
The speaker had finished his worthless speech and asked for someone to speak about Seto Kaiba. One by one, residents of Domino City arose. "I would like to say that Seto Kaiba was a wonderful boss." one man spoke. "He was a great person" another continued..all these hollow statements. They could have been for anyone.but that was why it was made. No one had know Seto Kaiba well enough to speak about him.
"Seto Kaiba was a wonderful duelist," one voice said. Mokuba turned to see his brother's rival, Yugi, say. "He was caring of his brother and put so much responsibility on himself. Going to highschool, running a business. And.and.that is all I have to say," ended Yugi, tears streaming from his eyes. Mokuba's heart softened.Yugi had been one of the few who knew Kaiba.he had known Seto's ambitions, and worked along side him when in difficulty.
A figure emerged behind the stand.slowly striding onto the podium where the coffin was stored.his long trench coat trailing behind him. The audience gasped..this was Seto Kaiba.alive and well. But.how.what.why.
"Like my new invention?" Seto said, smirking. "It really is realistic huh?"
Crying.the tears of those people at the funeral could have filled a lake, no, a sea, but it was too late now.
The tears shed were meaningless, the crowd did not really feel sadness at Seto Kaiba's death, no one did, except Mokuba. Everyone in the crowd would soon get over the loss, everyone except Seto's little brother. Mokuba blamed himself for his brother's death, he thought, quite irrationally, that he could have prevented his elder brother's impending doom. The people at the funeral were here to offer their sympathies.though they had none for him when he had lived. Those last minute acted on sympathies ignited a spite in Mokuba that he had not known before.pretense. "These people had not even truly known his brother, Mokuba thought, " They had spited him in life.why are they so sad at his death?" All the mock sympathies were of no meaning.worthless, devoid of any sense.
The funeral began to proceed as everyone took his or her seat.
Halfway through the speech, crying was heard through out the audience. Voices murmured, "He was on his way to becoming great" or "he was a good person at heart." Useless, all meaningless. Mokuba looked hatefully at the speaker.he was reciting a speech that was said to so many."You NEVER knew my brother!" he wanted to yell, "You don't have the right to speak of him!" Yet he kept silent, knowing that if he could not control his outburst, his brother would not be pleased.."Seto," Mokuba murmured, "I miss you."
The speaker had finished his worthless speech and asked for someone to speak about Seto Kaiba. One by one, residents of Domino City arose. "I would like to say that Seto Kaiba was a wonderful boss." one man spoke. "He was a great person" another continued..all these hollow statements. They could have been for anyone.but that was why it was made. No one had know Seto Kaiba well enough to speak about him.
"Seto Kaiba was a wonderful duelist," one voice said. Mokuba turned to see his brother's rival, Yugi, say. "He was caring of his brother and put so much responsibility on himself. Going to highschool, running a business. And.and.that is all I have to say," ended Yugi, tears streaming from his eyes. Mokuba's heart softened.Yugi had been one of the few who knew Kaiba.he had known Seto's ambitions, and worked along side him when in difficulty.
A figure emerged behind the stand.slowly striding onto the podium where the coffin was stored.his long trench coat trailing behind him. The audience gasped..this was Seto Kaiba.alive and well. But.how.what.why.
"Like my new invention?" Seto said, smirking. "It really is realistic huh?"