Hi! First, I don't own anything yugioh related. Second, I'm not writing a
Mary sue here. Third thing, summary:
Seto Kaiba-billionaire, Duel monsters champion, and the CEO of Kaiba corp. He would risk and has risked everything for his little brother, Mokuba. But when he begins to fall in love with Mokuba's best friend-a girl about half his age, his life takes a dismal spiral downwards as a rift forms between the two siblings.
And fourth thing! R&R- if you like it, if you don't, or just for the heck of it.
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So far down
Chapter three: My house
The week passed by quickly, and before anyone knew it, Saturday arrived. Mokuba and Katy had just finished their homework together, and were trying to figure out what to do next.
"Okay, which one do you want to watch? Mokuba asked, "This Ranma ½ movie or part of the first season of Fushigi Yuugi?"
"Err." Katy looked confused.
"Or we could watch some tapes of my brother playing Duel monsters."
"I really don't care. maybe not duel monsters, but you pick the one you want to watch."
"I dunno." Mokuba eyed Katy, who was shifting uneasily; "Is something wrong?"
"No, its just. Where's your bathroom?" She flushed.
"What, you need the bathroom?" Mokuba grinned.
"Why else would I ask?" Katy inquired flushing even more deeply.
"I dunno... Leave the room, turn right. Enter the second hallway on the left, go through the third door on the right, then go through the door on the far right of the room." Mokuba recited.
Katy grimaced. Was his house really that complicated?
"Okay, you should start without me."
"You sure?"
Katy nodded.
"Okay."
~~~~~~~~~
Katy's pov.
I'm trying to find my way back to the room Mokuba's in, but its hard to remember the way I came. Mokuba's house is so big! Mr. And Mrs. Kaiba must be rich. I count the doors to the end of the hall. One, two, three, four, five. Which one was I supposed to go through?
I pick a door at random and enter. Now I'm in a room that I've never seen before. Which door did I just come out of? I'm so stupid.
I start walking down the hallway the previous door led to.
I know I haven't been in this hallway before. I pause.
Maybe if I walk that way I'll come to an end, or find someone.
I start walking down the hallway. The other end is really dark, and I turn to go back, but that end's dark too.
I'm lost. I was so stupid not to realize it before, and I got even more lost, if it were possible. The soles of my shoes slap against the tiled floor. I freeze. I think I heard someone following me, but its just an echo. I know I'm a coward, I'm ten years old and I'm still afraid of the dark. Ever since I've been little, I've been afraid of it. The dark is where nasty things hide.
A draft of cold air waves along the hallway and I shudder; but I don't know whether from cold or fear.
I really don't like being alone, without light. My big brother, Akito, told me that he would never let me get lost, or hurt by the dark, and he got me a nightlight so that I wouldn't be scared. Mommy and Daddy both think I'm too old to be afraid of the dark, but Akito understands.
Akito once told me that if I close my eyes, I won't notice the dark.
I close my eyes, but it doesn't work. I still know that the dark is there. People keep telling me that the dark is only lack of light, and that's nothing to be afraid of. But isn't lack of light frightening in and of its self?
I bump into something cold and hard. A wall? A door?
I open my eyes and find myself face to face with. a dragon.
Its claws are long and threatening, its teeth drip and glisten blood, and its eyes smolder with an icelike anger.
Smolder and ice may not seem to describe each other, but if anyone has ever experienced cold, REAL cold, they'll know that ice burns worse than fire. Fire devours, but cold tortures. Cold makes you devour yourself, always sensing but never knowing exactly what is happening, or why, until you can't know anything anymore. At least with fire you know that you're burning.
I begin to panic. My breathing shallows and quickens, and I run blindly down the hall. I know the dragon probably isn't real, but it's my body that panics, not my mind. So even though I know I shouldn't be afraid of the dark, I still am.
My chest heaves, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes.
I throw myself through the next door I see.
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Kaiba's pov
I've just finished my school work, so now I'll move on to Kaibacorp. business. Then I'll go check on Mokuba.
I have a pile of proposals to look through. There are the typical duel monsters knockoffs; some idiot wants Kaibacorp. to fund Duel monsters action figures- '.The 'tickle-me-elmo of the new millenium.'- how degrading.
Another idiot's scripted a gameboy game- What am I supposed to do with that?
A waste of my time.
Here's a new one; one of the smarter fools has a magazine proposal- '.To further the public's awareness of Kaibacorp., what it stands for, and what it does...'- I set it aside to look at later.
God, I'm tired. I rest my head on my arms.
Its dark outside. Everything always seems to be dark lately, as if even nature is in despair.
If this is heaven compared to some worlds, their hell must be a truly gruesome and horrible place.
I grit my teeth and close my eyes. My head feels like it's being pulverized with a hammer and slashed with a knife, and there are intricate cobwebs of light being spun behind my eyelids.
I had better finish my programming before this gets any worse.
I grab my sheaf of notes and head over to the computer.
I prop my notes against the monitor and start copying them into the computer. As I type, the keys gnash, like the teeth of some tortured prisoner, and the wind wails plaintively through the window, a lost soul searching for rest.
I close my eyes and lean against the back of my chair. My head is throbbing with pain, and my eyes are beginning to glaze over with it. I can barely see, because they seem shadowed by some white veil. A shroud, maybe.
In the darkness where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth. where did I hear that?
I press my hands against my pulsating head. It feels as if there are little demons dancing, howling and drumming inside; some are pushing against the backs of my eyeballs with their vile, dirty hands; and others are painting on my eyelids with fire. The patterns under my eyelids undulate and writhe, as if dancing along with their demonic creators. Maybe they're those scarves that some dancers use. Except, with dancers those scarves are silk, and with demons they're fire straight from Hell.
I stand and throw my head against the wall.
BANG!
When I smash my head against the wall
BANG!
I scatter the demonic celebration inside
BANG!
But when the pain returns, its twice as bad as before.
I slide down to the floor.
The demons are building a bonfire now.
"YOU'RE HAVING QUITE A CELEBRATION IN THERE, AREN'T YOU?" I yell in pain. "WHY WASN'T I INVITED? I CAN STILL COME, AND WE CAN MOVE THIS PARTY-" My voice cracks, "Move this party to Yugi's head." I finish with a groan.
"Come on," I whisper absentmindedly, "I'm one of you. I'm a brother."
My head throbs. The demons are laughing at me. They're twittering evilly.
"Oh, so that's your game."
I sit and wallow in my pain. Why should I get rid of it? Pain makes me strong, so it must be my friend.
More than a friend, actually. Pain is my brother. A very close brother at that.
We will never be separated.
I throw my face against the floor of my room. If only it weren't carpeted.
Someone stumbles into the room. I throw my face against the floor again.
"Mokuba, go away. I'm busy. I'll check on you later." I mumble into the carpet.
I can't let Mokuba see me like this. I have to be strong - not only for myself, but for him. Otherwise, who will -who CAN protect him?
But Mokuba's still here.
"Mokuba," I lift my head off the floor, "I said," and find myself peering into a pair of dark blue eyes.
"WHAT," I growl "are you doing here?"
Blue-eyes sniffles, "I-I g-g-got l-lost," she stutters.
"Why were you in my house in the first place?" I glare.
A tear trickles down Blue-eye's cheek.
"B-b-b-bec-c-caus-se." Her words melt into sobs.
I peer at her suspiciously.
Medium length golden blond hair falls down her neck in two loose braids, tendrils waving out here and there, some plastered to her face with tears; like golden ivy climbing a marble wall in the rain. She has a ghostly pale face, and her thin, expressive mouth is quivering violently. The tips of her ears peek from her thick hair like a pair of smooth, pink shells out of sand, and small hands with long, delicate fingers are tremblingly picking at a thread from her T-shirt. She looks about Mokuba's age.
Blue-eyes has tears running down the sides of her nose, and her breath is racked with sobs.
Am I that frightening?
What if this were Mokuba?
I stand and hold a hand out to her.
"Come on," the benevolence in my voice surprises me, "I may be a demon, but I'm a nice demon, as they come."
She smiles a little through her tears.
"I'm Seto," I say apologetically.
"I'm Katy," she says softly, and takes my hand. Her hand, soft and warm, comforts me somehow.
Katy. Mokuba has a friend called Katy.
"Are you Mokuba's friend?" I ask.
"Yeah," almost in a whisper, "I guess."
"Any friend of Mokuba's is a friend of mine," I say without thinking.
She's wiping away her tears on the edge of her T-shirt.
"Okay," she holds out her other hand, "Now we have to hook pinkies."
"Alright." We hook pinkies.
"Now we're friends," she says softly. Her face is illuminated with happiness, the sorrow falling from it as a veil from a lamp, or a cloud from the sun.
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The beginning of that chapter wasn't very strong, but I just can't figure out how to rewrite it to actually MAKE it strong.. Ah, well.
I'm worried that Katy's character wasn't developed enough. Its always easier to write about characters that already have their personalities established on the anime! Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how to think like her, so that it will be easier to write her povs. This chapter wasn't very forcefully done, but I still haven't mastered the art of words.
Please R&R! I will post the next chapter when I have three more reviews
To those who have already reviewed, thank you!
PrIsMiC Fantasea
Reviewer responses: Thank you so much for reviewing!
Moonymonster- Thank you so much for reviewing! Your advice is really helpful! I think Katy might be a philosophical type. heheh. It would sort of work to have her say wise things every once in a while. I don't know if I can make the fic humorous though. it is supposed to be angst, but I'll see what I can do. ( (that means I don't think I can write humor.)
Ashertye- Yeah, Katy doesn't like violence, and duel monsters is violent, so.yeah. Also, she's afraid of darkness and gruesome things, and it can't be denied that some DM's are dark and/or gruesome. Thanks for reviewing!
Fate- Thanks! I was worried that I made him too emotional. If I give him too much of a hard time at the beginning, it might be hard to emphasize how bad his life really gets, and how that affects him & his emotional state when I try to increase the tension in future chapters. For that matter, this chapter might have been better posted a little later on. Maybe I should have downgraded the painful and dark adjectives. But I liked it, because it was so much fun to write! (I'm probably just twisted.)
If you haven't reviewed yet, please do! Three reviews = next chapter posted.
Thank you for reading!
PrIsMiC Fantasea
Seto Kaiba-billionaire, Duel monsters champion, and the CEO of Kaiba corp. He would risk and has risked everything for his little brother, Mokuba. But when he begins to fall in love with Mokuba's best friend-a girl about half his age, his life takes a dismal spiral downwards as a rift forms between the two siblings.
And fourth thing! R&R- if you like it, if you don't, or just for the heck of it.
**********************
So far down
Chapter three: My house
The week passed by quickly, and before anyone knew it, Saturday arrived. Mokuba and Katy had just finished their homework together, and were trying to figure out what to do next.
"Okay, which one do you want to watch? Mokuba asked, "This Ranma ½ movie or part of the first season of Fushigi Yuugi?"
"Err." Katy looked confused.
"Or we could watch some tapes of my brother playing Duel monsters."
"I really don't care. maybe not duel monsters, but you pick the one you want to watch."
"I dunno." Mokuba eyed Katy, who was shifting uneasily; "Is something wrong?"
"No, its just. Where's your bathroom?" She flushed.
"What, you need the bathroom?" Mokuba grinned.
"Why else would I ask?" Katy inquired flushing even more deeply.
"I dunno... Leave the room, turn right. Enter the second hallway on the left, go through the third door on the right, then go through the door on the far right of the room." Mokuba recited.
Katy grimaced. Was his house really that complicated?
"Okay, you should start without me."
"You sure?"
Katy nodded.
"Okay."
~~~~~~~~~
Katy's pov.
I'm trying to find my way back to the room Mokuba's in, but its hard to remember the way I came. Mokuba's house is so big! Mr. And Mrs. Kaiba must be rich. I count the doors to the end of the hall. One, two, three, four, five. Which one was I supposed to go through?
I pick a door at random and enter. Now I'm in a room that I've never seen before. Which door did I just come out of? I'm so stupid.
I start walking down the hallway the previous door led to.
I know I haven't been in this hallway before. I pause.
Maybe if I walk that way I'll come to an end, or find someone.
I start walking down the hallway. The other end is really dark, and I turn to go back, but that end's dark too.
I'm lost. I was so stupid not to realize it before, and I got even more lost, if it were possible. The soles of my shoes slap against the tiled floor. I freeze. I think I heard someone following me, but its just an echo. I know I'm a coward, I'm ten years old and I'm still afraid of the dark. Ever since I've been little, I've been afraid of it. The dark is where nasty things hide.
A draft of cold air waves along the hallway and I shudder; but I don't know whether from cold or fear.
I really don't like being alone, without light. My big brother, Akito, told me that he would never let me get lost, or hurt by the dark, and he got me a nightlight so that I wouldn't be scared. Mommy and Daddy both think I'm too old to be afraid of the dark, but Akito understands.
Akito once told me that if I close my eyes, I won't notice the dark.
I close my eyes, but it doesn't work. I still know that the dark is there. People keep telling me that the dark is only lack of light, and that's nothing to be afraid of. But isn't lack of light frightening in and of its self?
I bump into something cold and hard. A wall? A door?
I open my eyes and find myself face to face with. a dragon.
Its claws are long and threatening, its teeth drip and glisten blood, and its eyes smolder with an icelike anger.
Smolder and ice may not seem to describe each other, but if anyone has ever experienced cold, REAL cold, they'll know that ice burns worse than fire. Fire devours, but cold tortures. Cold makes you devour yourself, always sensing but never knowing exactly what is happening, or why, until you can't know anything anymore. At least with fire you know that you're burning.
I begin to panic. My breathing shallows and quickens, and I run blindly down the hall. I know the dragon probably isn't real, but it's my body that panics, not my mind. So even though I know I shouldn't be afraid of the dark, I still am.
My chest heaves, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes.
I throw myself through the next door I see.
~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba's pov
I've just finished my school work, so now I'll move on to Kaibacorp. business. Then I'll go check on Mokuba.
I have a pile of proposals to look through. There are the typical duel monsters knockoffs; some idiot wants Kaibacorp. to fund Duel monsters action figures- '.The 'tickle-me-elmo of the new millenium.'- how degrading.
Another idiot's scripted a gameboy game- What am I supposed to do with that?
A waste of my time.
Here's a new one; one of the smarter fools has a magazine proposal- '.To further the public's awareness of Kaibacorp., what it stands for, and what it does...'- I set it aside to look at later.
God, I'm tired. I rest my head on my arms.
Its dark outside. Everything always seems to be dark lately, as if even nature is in despair.
If this is heaven compared to some worlds, their hell must be a truly gruesome and horrible place.
I grit my teeth and close my eyes. My head feels like it's being pulverized with a hammer and slashed with a knife, and there are intricate cobwebs of light being spun behind my eyelids.
I had better finish my programming before this gets any worse.
I grab my sheaf of notes and head over to the computer.
I prop my notes against the monitor and start copying them into the computer. As I type, the keys gnash, like the teeth of some tortured prisoner, and the wind wails plaintively through the window, a lost soul searching for rest.
I close my eyes and lean against the back of my chair. My head is throbbing with pain, and my eyes are beginning to glaze over with it. I can barely see, because they seem shadowed by some white veil. A shroud, maybe.
In the darkness where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth. where did I hear that?
I press my hands against my pulsating head. It feels as if there are little demons dancing, howling and drumming inside; some are pushing against the backs of my eyeballs with their vile, dirty hands; and others are painting on my eyelids with fire. The patterns under my eyelids undulate and writhe, as if dancing along with their demonic creators. Maybe they're those scarves that some dancers use. Except, with dancers those scarves are silk, and with demons they're fire straight from Hell.
I stand and throw my head against the wall.
BANG!
When I smash my head against the wall
BANG!
I scatter the demonic celebration inside
BANG!
But when the pain returns, its twice as bad as before.
I slide down to the floor.
The demons are building a bonfire now.
"YOU'RE HAVING QUITE A CELEBRATION IN THERE, AREN'T YOU?" I yell in pain. "WHY WASN'T I INVITED? I CAN STILL COME, AND WE CAN MOVE THIS PARTY-" My voice cracks, "Move this party to Yugi's head." I finish with a groan.
"Come on," I whisper absentmindedly, "I'm one of you. I'm a brother."
My head throbs. The demons are laughing at me. They're twittering evilly.
"Oh, so that's your game."
I sit and wallow in my pain. Why should I get rid of it? Pain makes me strong, so it must be my friend.
More than a friend, actually. Pain is my brother. A very close brother at that.
We will never be separated.
I throw my face against the floor of my room. If only it weren't carpeted.
Someone stumbles into the room. I throw my face against the floor again.
"Mokuba, go away. I'm busy. I'll check on you later." I mumble into the carpet.
I can't let Mokuba see me like this. I have to be strong - not only for myself, but for him. Otherwise, who will -who CAN protect him?
But Mokuba's still here.
"Mokuba," I lift my head off the floor, "I said," and find myself peering into a pair of dark blue eyes.
"WHAT," I growl "are you doing here?"
Blue-eyes sniffles, "I-I g-g-got l-lost," she stutters.
"Why were you in my house in the first place?" I glare.
A tear trickles down Blue-eye's cheek.
"B-b-b-bec-c-caus-se." Her words melt into sobs.
I peer at her suspiciously.
Medium length golden blond hair falls down her neck in two loose braids, tendrils waving out here and there, some plastered to her face with tears; like golden ivy climbing a marble wall in the rain. She has a ghostly pale face, and her thin, expressive mouth is quivering violently. The tips of her ears peek from her thick hair like a pair of smooth, pink shells out of sand, and small hands with long, delicate fingers are tremblingly picking at a thread from her T-shirt. She looks about Mokuba's age.
Blue-eyes has tears running down the sides of her nose, and her breath is racked with sobs.
Am I that frightening?
What if this were Mokuba?
I stand and hold a hand out to her.
"Come on," the benevolence in my voice surprises me, "I may be a demon, but I'm a nice demon, as they come."
She smiles a little through her tears.
"I'm Seto," I say apologetically.
"I'm Katy," she says softly, and takes my hand. Her hand, soft and warm, comforts me somehow.
Katy. Mokuba has a friend called Katy.
"Are you Mokuba's friend?" I ask.
"Yeah," almost in a whisper, "I guess."
"Any friend of Mokuba's is a friend of mine," I say without thinking.
She's wiping away her tears on the edge of her T-shirt.
"Okay," she holds out her other hand, "Now we have to hook pinkies."
"Alright." We hook pinkies.
"Now we're friends," she says softly. Her face is illuminated with happiness, the sorrow falling from it as a veil from a lamp, or a cloud from the sun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beginning of that chapter wasn't very strong, but I just can't figure out how to rewrite it to actually MAKE it strong.. Ah, well.
I'm worried that Katy's character wasn't developed enough. Its always easier to write about characters that already have their personalities established on the anime! Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how to think like her, so that it will be easier to write her povs. This chapter wasn't very forcefully done, but I still haven't mastered the art of words.
Please R&R! I will post the next chapter when I have three more reviews
To those who have already reviewed, thank you!
PrIsMiC Fantasea
Reviewer responses: Thank you so much for reviewing!
Moonymonster- Thank you so much for reviewing! Your advice is really helpful! I think Katy might be a philosophical type. heheh. It would sort of work to have her say wise things every once in a while. I don't know if I can make the fic humorous though. it is supposed to be angst, but I'll see what I can do. ( (that means I don't think I can write humor.)
Ashertye- Yeah, Katy doesn't like violence, and duel monsters is violent, so.yeah. Also, she's afraid of darkness and gruesome things, and it can't be denied that some DM's are dark and/or gruesome. Thanks for reviewing!
Fate- Thanks! I was worried that I made him too emotional. If I give him too much of a hard time at the beginning, it might be hard to emphasize how bad his life really gets, and how that affects him & his emotional state when I try to increase the tension in future chapters. For that matter, this chapter might have been better posted a little later on. Maybe I should have downgraded the painful and dark adjectives. But I liked it, because it was so much fun to write! (I'm probably just twisted.)
If you haven't reviewed yet, please do! Three reviews = next chapter posted.
Thank you for reading!
PrIsMiC Fantasea