Disclaimer: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Yeah, I know, phony chapter title. Anyway this part is a bit more informative...lots of Seto.
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CHAPTER 2-LOOKING BACK
| DOMINO HIGH |
" Kaiba sure seems busy," murmured Tea, glancing over at the preoccupied Kaiba. " Ah forget it. Probably just reprogramming summat," yawned Joey. " Yeah," agreed Tristan. Yugi sat by himself in a corner, mind talking with his Yami.
\ There is something about Kaiba's past that he conceals. \
/ Do you know anything about it? /
\ Just that he was trained to inherit his company, and he learned martial arts from that girl yesterday... \
/ Martial arts? Why would he learn martial arts from a girl? /
\ She was top in the country...but the girl will be looking for you soon, Yugi, for she possesses the Millennium Scales. \
/ She has a Millennium Item?! /
\ Yes, and I think she can help recover what my past was like... \
" Hey Yuge!" Yugi turned back with a start, " Huh?" " Teacher's here. Snap out of it," mumbled Tristan. Yugi quickly turned a leaf in his textbook, and meanwhile caught a glimpse of Kaiba. I wonder what he's hiding about his past...
******Flashback******
" Seto!" The ten-year-old boy opened his eyes groggily. " Yes father?" " Get up and go to the programming room." Seto glanced toward his clock. " It's...midnight," he said, still under the covers. " Time doesn't wait for you in the business world," Gozaburo snapped. Easing himself up in bed, Seto plodded out the door of his bedroom, still half-asleep. As he passed his little brother's room, he allowed himself to peer in to see he was all right. After making sure of that, he rushed after Gozaburo's long strides. When they got to the programming room, Seto seated himself in the usual black leather chair. " You'll need to reprogram the base part of it, because we made a change in the project-look at the paper," ordered his adoptive father gruffly. Seto glanced at the paper shortly. He continued to type in the basic mainframe of the project, changing things up and down the document. He faltered for a moment, exhausted. Why was he up at twelve o'clock in the morning when he just went to sleep two hours before? The idle moment was interrupted when his apathetic father cuffed him across the cheek. Seto set his jaw against the smarting pain, and started to work on the document again. " Listen, boy-nobody in this world is gonna' wait for you. When you want power, you need to grab it before anyone else can, and if they do first, you either destroy it or steal it as your own. Learn from that," said Gozaburo imperatively. Seto nodded, but he was burning inside. Typing quickly, he managed to reset the document into what Gozaburo wanted. It was three o'clock when he finished. The boy clambered back to his bedroom, and dropped onto the bedspread. As he closed his eyes, he managed to push away what awaited him when he'd wake up in four hours.
Seto quickly blocked the incoming blow from the girl. She reacted with an aimed roundhouse kick. Seto dodged to the side, and made his move with a punch. The girl smoothly moved around the punch, flexing her body back so it made no contact with the hit. She stopped. " Watch," she said, " this is a spinning back fist-you only move your hand like this. Good." Although she was two years younger than him, she was able to guide his moves to real form.. They continued to spar, impeding now and then for her to show the name of the move. The young girl set a defensive crescent kick when Seto threw a front snap punch. The older boy hurriedly enclosed a leg lock around the girl's slim legs, and his opponent toppled to the ground in a startled heap. Though she was surprised, the young child managed a smile. She pushed herself off the ground.
" That was successful-I think we should try throws now. My father said it is a good way to get rid of the people bothering you," she laughed. " It all depends on the strength in your arm-you have to have enough energy if you're doing an one-armed throw, it requires quite an amount of focus. In the Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, which is a kind of street fighting, you can just hang on to the scruff of their neck and throw them aside. Like-" She clenched her hand around the neckline of Seto's shirt, and tossed him aside onto the mat. " This. Pardon," she added, grinning sheepishly. Helping the shocked boy up, she noticed the alarmed look on his face. " It just requires focus-think of that and you can attack someone who's older than you, even if they do weigh more," she paused. " But it took me awhile to learn that, so it might take you a mite of time to concentrate your energy. Try it in the next spar." It was astounding to the girl when she was thrown aside on the mat. " Well, mate, you're a quick learner." She stood again. " How do you figure these things out so fast? That move took me a month to master," she asked curiously. Seto turned away. " It comes easily," he answered. Quite easily, with all the 'encouragement' Gozaburo's been giving me, he thought. The girl glanced over at the clock on the granite-lined wall. " I suppose we should leave now-we'll be late. And I don't fancy your father would be happy if you were...something about a session..." Her eyes furrowed with confusion, but Seto's inner defense burned steadily and he turned away.
" No...don't...I tried..." Seto backed with exhaustion against the desk's smooth wood. Too tired to cry out in protest, too tired to do anything but try to retreat. " Absolutely worthless! You fool!" The sharp stick flailed down again, snapping across his cheek. The sting was unbearable, and he let out a scream of pain. These 'training' sessions-a few hours which seemed like weeks, seemed beyond the boy's endurance sometimes. Barely four months ago they had started-the preparing, the projects, the immediate insults, completely planned by Gozaburo Kaiba. As Seto exited the room, worn and weary, he made it to the doorway of his room. He opened the linen closet on the corridor to the left, and helped his younger brother out. " Seto...Seto...are you...are you all right?" Mokuba asked timidly. The older boy managed a faint smile. " I'm fine," he answered, ruffling his brother's hair. " Okay." The small child's face broke into a genuine grin. " See you in a moment, 'k? Stay out of Gozaburo's sight in the meantime..." the ten-year old's face darkened. Mokuba flashed him a thumbs-up sign. " Whatever you say, big brother!"
******End Flashback***
Kaiba smiled without knowing it. The instructor arched an eyebrow. " Something amuses you, Mr. Kaiba?" he asked loftily. Seto looked up, regaining his dignity. " No." " Then perhaps you won't mind answering this question," he finished icily. Kaiba looked up without interest. " Seven thousand two hundred seventy-nine." The teacher was slightly annoyed. Why was the boy always able to answer anything thrown at him? Seto saw the tedious look in his eyes. Because I'm a genius, moron, he thought smugly.
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Bad place to end, I admit it. Anyway, in the next chapter it's Mokuba, and we'll be introducing a new character...review the story if you like it, hate it, or seemingly whatever feeling you have toward it.
Yeah, I know, phony chapter title. Anyway this part is a bit more informative...lots of Seto.
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CHAPTER 2-LOOKING BACK
| DOMINO HIGH |
" Kaiba sure seems busy," murmured Tea, glancing over at the preoccupied Kaiba. " Ah forget it. Probably just reprogramming summat," yawned Joey. " Yeah," agreed Tristan. Yugi sat by himself in a corner, mind talking with his Yami.
\ There is something about Kaiba's past that he conceals. \
/ Do you know anything about it? /
\ Just that he was trained to inherit his company, and he learned martial arts from that girl yesterday... \
/ Martial arts? Why would he learn martial arts from a girl? /
\ She was top in the country...but the girl will be looking for you soon, Yugi, for she possesses the Millennium Scales. \
/ She has a Millennium Item?! /
\ Yes, and I think she can help recover what my past was like... \
" Hey Yuge!" Yugi turned back with a start, " Huh?" " Teacher's here. Snap out of it," mumbled Tristan. Yugi quickly turned a leaf in his textbook, and meanwhile caught a glimpse of Kaiba. I wonder what he's hiding about his past...
******Flashback******
" Seto!" The ten-year-old boy opened his eyes groggily. " Yes father?" " Get up and go to the programming room." Seto glanced toward his clock. " It's...midnight," he said, still under the covers. " Time doesn't wait for you in the business world," Gozaburo snapped. Easing himself up in bed, Seto plodded out the door of his bedroom, still half-asleep. As he passed his little brother's room, he allowed himself to peer in to see he was all right. After making sure of that, he rushed after Gozaburo's long strides. When they got to the programming room, Seto seated himself in the usual black leather chair. " You'll need to reprogram the base part of it, because we made a change in the project-look at the paper," ordered his adoptive father gruffly. Seto glanced at the paper shortly. He continued to type in the basic mainframe of the project, changing things up and down the document. He faltered for a moment, exhausted. Why was he up at twelve o'clock in the morning when he just went to sleep two hours before? The idle moment was interrupted when his apathetic father cuffed him across the cheek. Seto set his jaw against the smarting pain, and started to work on the document again. " Listen, boy-nobody in this world is gonna' wait for you. When you want power, you need to grab it before anyone else can, and if they do first, you either destroy it or steal it as your own. Learn from that," said Gozaburo imperatively. Seto nodded, but he was burning inside. Typing quickly, he managed to reset the document into what Gozaburo wanted. It was three o'clock when he finished. The boy clambered back to his bedroom, and dropped onto the bedspread. As he closed his eyes, he managed to push away what awaited him when he'd wake up in four hours.
Seto quickly blocked the incoming blow from the girl. She reacted with an aimed roundhouse kick. Seto dodged to the side, and made his move with a punch. The girl smoothly moved around the punch, flexing her body back so it made no contact with the hit. She stopped. " Watch," she said, " this is a spinning back fist-you only move your hand like this. Good." Although she was two years younger than him, she was able to guide his moves to real form.. They continued to spar, impeding now and then for her to show the name of the move. The young girl set a defensive crescent kick when Seto threw a front snap punch. The older boy hurriedly enclosed a leg lock around the girl's slim legs, and his opponent toppled to the ground in a startled heap. Though she was surprised, the young child managed a smile. She pushed herself off the ground.
" That was successful-I think we should try throws now. My father said it is a good way to get rid of the people bothering you," she laughed. " It all depends on the strength in your arm-you have to have enough energy if you're doing an one-armed throw, it requires quite an amount of focus. In the Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, which is a kind of street fighting, you can just hang on to the scruff of their neck and throw them aside. Like-" She clenched her hand around the neckline of Seto's shirt, and tossed him aside onto the mat. " This. Pardon," she added, grinning sheepishly. Helping the shocked boy up, she noticed the alarmed look on his face. " It just requires focus-think of that and you can attack someone who's older than you, even if they do weigh more," she paused. " But it took me awhile to learn that, so it might take you a mite of time to concentrate your energy. Try it in the next spar." It was astounding to the girl when she was thrown aside on the mat. " Well, mate, you're a quick learner." She stood again. " How do you figure these things out so fast? That move took me a month to master," she asked curiously. Seto turned away. " It comes easily," he answered. Quite easily, with all the 'encouragement' Gozaburo's been giving me, he thought. The girl glanced over at the clock on the granite-lined wall. " I suppose we should leave now-we'll be late. And I don't fancy your father would be happy if you were...something about a session..." Her eyes furrowed with confusion, but Seto's inner defense burned steadily and he turned away.
" No...don't...I tried..." Seto backed with exhaustion against the desk's smooth wood. Too tired to cry out in protest, too tired to do anything but try to retreat. " Absolutely worthless! You fool!" The sharp stick flailed down again, snapping across his cheek. The sting was unbearable, and he let out a scream of pain. These 'training' sessions-a few hours which seemed like weeks, seemed beyond the boy's endurance sometimes. Barely four months ago they had started-the preparing, the projects, the immediate insults, completely planned by Gozaburo Kaiba. As Seto exited the room, worn and weary, he made it to the doorway of his room. He opened the linen closet on the corridor to the left, and helped his younger brother out. " Seto...Seto...are you...are you all right?" Mokuba asked timidly. The older boy managed a faint smile. " I'm fine," he answered, ruffling his brother's hair. " Okay." The small child's face broke into a genuine grin. " See you in a moment, 'k? Stay out of Gozaburo's sight in the meantime..." the ten-year old's face darkened. Mokuba flashed him a thumbs-up sign. " Whatever you say, big brother!"
******End Flashback***
Kaiba smiled without knowing it. The instructor arched an eyebrow. " Something amuses you, Mr. Kaiba?" he asked loftily. Seto looked up, regaining his dignity. " No." " Then perhaps you won't mind answering this question," he finished icily. Kaiba looked up without interest. " Seven thousand two hundred seventy-nine." The teacher was slightly annoyed. Why was the boy always able to answer anything thrown at him? Seto saw the tedious look in his eyes. Because I'm a genius, moron, he thought smugly.
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Bad place to end, I admit it. Anyway, in the next chapter it's Mokuba, and we'll be introducing a new character...review the story if you like it, hate it, or seemingly whatever feeling you have toward it.