Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or anything related to it, except my deck! ^_^ I do own the plot though.
A/N: I have change the Dokuroyaiba card's picture a little bit. A blade was more exciting than a boomerang.
Recurring Nightmare
Chapter One: Of Mysterious Scars and Tattoos
A boy was running through the forest at top speed. His wild brown hair was trailing behind him, and his cerulean blue eyes had courage and determination in them. The boy was wearing a loose shirt, a pair of tight pants, and a cape, all in black with silver buckles, not too out of the ordinary. But this boy was scratched up, as if he had been in a fight with a wild animal. There was a large gash on his upper arm, and dried blood on his hands and face. He kept running through the trees, which seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around him. His eyes no longer were fearless, but now full of grief, as if he had failed something. He sat down on a rock, buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
"Ra help me," he said. And then louder called out into the mess of trees. "I've stopped running now. You can come and get me."
Seto Kaiba jerked up in bed. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and he found himself gasping for air. This had been the third time this week he had this dream, or should he say nightmare. It was always so clear, and each time becoming more and more so. The boy in the dreams was him, that was what scared him. He pulled back the blue silk sheets on his bed and began to walk groggily to the bathroom.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of Blue-Eyes White Dragon boxer shorts, which Joey had given him as a joke. Although he still hated the little Chihuahua, he had become fond of the shorts. Seto stretched and went to the sink and splashed his face with water. He was very good looking, with russet brown hair, and large blue eyes, and not so modest. He also was finely built, and he worked out-when he had the time-to keep it that way.
Seto looked into the mirror and squinted at himself. There was a scar on his arm which wasn't there before, and it was in the same place as the boy in his dream. Seto shuddered, he would have to see his psychiatrist about these dreams, they were becoming out of control, he was even beginning to imagine scars.
Seto rubbed the scar, almost sure it was there, and quickly dismissed the thought from his mind. He brushed his teeth, and ran a comb through his hair, then rode his privet elevator to the kitchen for breakfast.
Although it would be strange to most to have an elevator in their house, Seto was used to it, being a technology freak, and a multibillionaire. Before he had died, his father left him a small family business, DuelMonster Inc., and Seto expanded it and made it into what it was today, a world famous chain of stores, arcades, and companies called KaibaCorp. The years of hard work and dedication had finally paid off when he was 14, and he introduced a dueling craze, making himself, and his brother, incredibly rich. He was now 18, and had enough money to feed a small country for weeks. Taking full advantage of this, Seto packed their mansion with the latest technology, from elevators, to indoor dueling rings.
Seto arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a bagel to eat, he wasn't very hungry. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was nearly time for he and his little brother to go to school. As if on cue his brother, Mokuba, flew in and ran to Seto.
"Big brother!" Mokuba cried.
Seto ruffled the younger boy's raven black hair. "Hello, Mokuba."
"Hey, Seto, what's that on your shoulder?" Mokuba was pointing to the scar that seemed to have formed overnight.
"I'm not sure, it just sort of appeared." Seto said, rubbing the mark. Mokuba squinted at it again and muttered, "weird..." then jumped into Seto's lap. "Can I have ice cream for breakfast?"
Seto grinned, "No. But you can have eggs."
Mokuba sighed, but decided that eggs would suit him. Seto went to make his famous scrambled eggs as he went over the dream from last night. He found himself wondering what was going to happen next and mentally slapped himself. "It's just a dream Seto, get over it."
"What?" Mokuba had heard Seto talking to himself.
"Nothing, Mokuba."
Seto went back to his eggs, as Mokuba sat confusedly at the breakfast table.
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Later that day, Seto sat at a picnic table outside the school playground. Mokuba was on the swings, with Yugi and the little mutt. Yami walked over and sat across from Seto.
"Hello, Kaiba."
Kaiba frowned, if there was anyone he didn't want to talk to right now, it was Yami. He had lost his title to Yami, and several duels. The damn ex-pharoh was unbeatable! But Seto was waiting, just waiting for the right moment when he'd win his title back.
"Hello Yami" He spat out the last word harshly.
"It seems as if you still hold a grudge, eh Kaiba?"
Seto looked at Yami with distaste, "What is it you want?"
Yami smirked and replied, "Yugi's Grandfather is planning a camping trip."
Mokuba and Yugi chose this time to conveniently waltz over.
"And anyway, we were wondering if you and Mokuba would like to accompany us." Yami continued.
Mokuba smiled and pulled at Seto's sleeve. "Please, big brother? Please?"
Seto, who wasn't thinking of the consequences of this decision, said, "All right, Yami. I'll be honored, to grace you with my presence."
Seto walked away with Mokuba to their limo. Seto sighed to himself and thought, 'why me?'
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"Go ahead run, you can try to get away. But you won't. You'll never get to the end of the forest alive. We will catch you."
"I can try can't I?"
The boy started sprinting. He ran through the trees, not looking back, it would only slow him down. He knew they weren't following. They were confidant he wouldn't escape.
He was now running through the forest at top speed. His wild brown hair was trailing behind him, and his cerulean blue eyes had courage and determination in them. The boy was wearing a loose shirt, a pair of tight pants, and a cape, all in black with silver buckles, not too out of the ordinary. But this boy was scratched up, as if he had been in a fight with a wild animal. There was a large gash on his upper arm, and dried blood on his hands and face. He kept running through the trees, which seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around him. His eyes no longer were fearless, but now full of grief, as if he had failed something. He sat down on a rock, buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
"Ra help me," he said. And then louder called out into the mess of trees, "I've stopped running now. You can come and get me."
Seto shot up. He had the dream again. This time with more than the other times. There were tears running down his face, now. And he noticed he was still wearing his outfit from the day before. Seto got up from bed and walked into his bathroom. He was sweating profusely. He looked into the mirror and saw there was blood and dirt wiped on his face. Seto trembled. He was deathly afraid now.
Seto striped down and stepped into the shower. He washed away the blood from his face, and saw that it wasn't his.
'Why me, why me? Why can't my life be NORMAL?!' Seto slammed his fist against the sides of the shower and broke the glass. His fist was bleeding now. Seto looked down at the red blood seeping out of his hand and fought the urge to cry. He knew it would do him good, to let out what he had locked up inside for so long. But once he had buried it, it would stay buried. Seto got up and walked out of the bathroom to dress his wound.
Seto grabbed the first aid kit, but paused at the mirror. There was something on his inner thigh. It was some kind of marking. He examined it closer and saw it was a skull with a blade going through it, and a snake coming out of the eye socket. There was an emerald, or something of the sort, stuck right in the middle of its forehead, it stood out in the midst of the purples and grays.
Seto knocked his head against the wall, forgetting about his bleeding hand.
"Why the hell is it always me?"
Whilst banging his head something clicked in Seto's mind. That tattoo that had appeared on his thigh. It was on one of his duel monster cards! He ran to get his deck and pulled something out of it. It was his Dokuroyaiba card. It was the exact same picture, down to the very last detail. He dropped the card to the ground, and continued his head banging. Maybe if he did it enough, he would wake up from the cursed dream that was his life.
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Today was a Saturday, and Seto took the day off from work. He was afraid if he did go in he'd end up doing something to jeopardize his company. He wasn't thinking straight today.
Seto heard his cell phone ring. He hadn't given anyone the number, just Mokuba, who was sleeping in his room. Seto picked up the phone and answered with an annoyed, "Hello, where the fuck did you get my phone number?"
"And it's nice to speak to you too, Seto. How are you?"
"Yami, hello. I'll ask you again, where the fuck did you get my phone number?"
"I have my ways..."
Seto paused, waiting for another answer.
"All right! Fine, I bribed it off Mokuba for an ice cream cone."
Seto facefaulted then spoke into the receiver, "I'm not having the best of days, Yami, I would advise you to leave me alone unless you want to die a slow and painful death."
"Ohhh... I'm so scared..."
Seto made a fist and really wished he could grab through the receiver and strangle Yami.
"I was just calling to say that we're going to pick you and Mokuba up in about an hour and a half, be ready."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"Do the words 'camping trip' ring a bell?"
Seto glared into the phone, if Mokuba hadn't wanted to go so badly he wouldn't have. Seto sighed and said, "we'll be ready."
"Great! See you soon!"
"I can't wait. Bitch" He whisper the last word.
"I heard that."
"What?"
Seto turned off his cell phone, and went to wake Mokuba up and pack his bags. To his surprise when he got there Mokuba was awake, and both their bags had been packed.
"Hello, big brother. I packed your bags for you. And I didn't forget your favorite underwear."
Seto buried his head in his hands. Sure the kid was cute, but at times he was just plain weird.
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First chapter's over. Next chapter, camping! And we'll find out more about Seto's dream! Press the little review button! I live for those things. ^_^
A/N: I have change the Dokuroyaiba card's picture a little bit. A blade was more exciting than a boomerang.
Recurring Nightmare
Chapter One: Of Mysterious Scars and Tattoos
A boy was running through the forest at top speed. His wild brown hair was trailing behind him, and his cerulean blue eyes had courage and determination in them. The boy was wearing a loose shirt, a pair of tight pants, and a cape, all in black with silver buckles, not too out of the ordinary. But this boy was scratched up, as if he had been in a fight with a wild animal. There was a large gash on his upper arm, and dried blood on his hands and face. He kept running through the trees, which seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around him. His eyes no longer were fearless, but now full of grief, as if he had failed something. He sat down on a rock, buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
"Ra help me," he said. And then louder called out into the mess of trees. "I've stopped running now. You can come and get me."
Seto Kaiba jerked up in bed. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and he found himself gasping for air. This had been the third time this week he had this dream, or should he say nightmare. It was always so clear, and each time becoming more and more so. The boy in the dreams was him, that was what scared him. He pulled back the blue silk sheets on his bed and began to walk groggily to the bathroom.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of Blue-Eyes White Dragon boxer shorts, which Joey had given him as a joke. Although he still hated the little Chihuahua, he had become fond of the shorts. Seto stretched and went to the sink and splashed his face with water. He was very good looking, with russet brown hair, and large blue eyes, and not so modest. He also was finely built, and he worked out-when he had the time-to keep it that way.
Seto looked into the mirror and squinted at himself. There was a scar on his arm which wasn't there before, and it was in the same place as the boy in his dream. Seto shuddered, he would have to see his psychiatrist about these dreams, they were becoming out of control, he was even beginning to imagine scars.
Seto rubbed the scar, almost sure it was there, and quickly dismissed the thought from his mind. He brushed his teeth, and ran a comb through his hair, then rode his privet elevator to the kitchen for breakfast.
Although it would be strange to most to have an elevator in their house, Seto was used to it, being a technology freak, and a multibillionaire. Before he had died, his father left him a small family business, DuelMonster Inc., and Seto expanded it and made it into what it was today, a world famous chain of stores, arcades, and companies called KaibaCorp. The years of hard work and dedication had finally paid off when he was 14, and he introduced a dueling craze, making himself, and his brother, incredibly rich. He was now 18, and had enough money to feed a small country for weeks. Taking full advantage of this, Seto packed their mansion with the latest technology, from elevators, to indoor dueling rings.
Seto arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a bagel to eat, he wasn't very hungry. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was nearly time for he and his little brother to go to school. As if on cue his brother, Mokuba, flew in and ran to Seto.
"Big brother!" Mokuba cried.
Seto ruffled the younger boy's raven black hair. "Hello, Mokuba."
"Hey, Seto, what's that on your shoulder?" Mokuba was pointing to the scar that seemed to have formed overnight.
"I'm not sure, it just sort of appeared." Seto said, rubbing the mark. Mokuba squinted at it again and muttered, "weird..." then jumped into Seto's lap. "Can I have ice cream for breakfast?"
Seto grinned, "No. But you can have eggs."
Mokuba sighed, but decided that eggs would suit him. Seto went to make his famous scrambled eggs as he went over the dream from last night. He found himself wondering what was going to happen next and mentally slapped himself. "It's just a dream Seto, get over it."
"What?" Mokuba had heard Seto talking to himself.
"Nothing, Mokuba."
Seto went back to his eggs, as Mokuba sat confusedly at the breakfast table.
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Later that day, Seto sat at a picnic table outside the school playground. Mokuba was on the swings, with Yugi and the little mutt. Yami walked over and sat across from Seto.
"Hello, Kaiba."
Kaiba frowned, if there was anyone he didn't want to talk to right now, it was Yami. He had lost his title to Yami, and several duels. The damn ex-pharoh was unbeatable! But Seto was waiting, just waiting for the right moment when he'd win his title back.
"Hello Yami" He spat out the last word harshly.
"It seems as if you still hold a grudge, eh Kaiba?"
Seto looked at Yami with distaste, "What is it you want?"
Yami smirked and replied, "Yugi's Grandfather is planning a camping trip."
Mokuba and Yugi chose this time to conveniently waltz over.
"And anyway, we were wondering if you and Mokuba would like to accompany us." Yami continued.
Mokuba smiled and pulled at Seto's sleeve. "Please, big brother? Please?"
Seto, who wasn't thinking of the consequences of this decision, said, "All right, Yami. I'll be honored, to grace you with my presence."
Seto walked away with Mokuba to their limo. Seto sighed to himself and thought, 'why me?'
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"Go ahead run, you can try to get away. But you won't. You'll never get to the end of the forest alive. We will catch you."
"I can try can't I?"
The boy started sprinting. He ran through the trees, not looking back, it would only slow him down. He knew they weren't following. They were confidant he wouldn't escape.
He was now running through the forest at top speed. His wild brown hair was trailing behind him, and his cerulean blue eyes had courage and determination in them. The boy was wearing a loose shirt, a pair of tight pants, and a cape, all in black with silver buckles, not too out of the ordinary. But this boy was scratched up, as if he had been in a fight with a wild animal. There was a large gash on his upper arm, and dried blood on his hands and face. He kept running through the trees, which seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around him. His eyes no longer were fearless, but now full of grief, as if he had failed something. He sat down on a rock, buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
"Ra help me," he said. And then louder called out into the mess of trees, "I've stopped running now. You can come and get me."
Seto shot up. He had the dream again. This time with more than the other times. There were tears running down his face, now. And he noticed he was still wearing his outfit from the day before. Seto got up from bed and walked into his bathroom. He was sweating profusely. He looked into the mirror and saw there was blood and dirt wiped on his face. Seto trembled. He was deathly afraid now.
Seto striped down and stepped into the shower. He washed away the blood from his face, and saw that it wasn't his.
'Why me, why me? Why can't my life be NORMAL?!' Seto slammed his fist against the sides of the shower and broke the glass. His fist was bleeding now. Seto looked down at the red blood seeping out of his hand and fought the urge to cry. He knew it would do him good, to let out what he had locked up inside for so long. But once he had buried it, it would stay buried. Seto got up and walked out of the bathroom to dress his wound.
Seto grabbed the first aid kit, but paused at the mirror. There was something on his inner thigh. It was some kind of marking. He examined it closer and saw it was a skull with a blade going through it, and a snake coming out of the eye socket. There was an emerald, or something of the sort, stuck right in the middle of its forehead, it stood out in the midst of the purples and grays.
Seto knocked his head against the wall, forgetting about his bleeding hand.
"Why the hell is it always me?"
Whilst banging his head something clicked in Seto's mind. That tattoo that had appeared on his thigh. It was on one of his duel monster cards! He ran to get his deck and pulled something out of it. It was his Dokuroyaiba card. It was the exact same picture, down to the very last detail. He dropped the card to the ground, and continued his head banging. Maybe if he did it enough, he would wake up from the cursed dream that was his life.
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Today was a Saturday, and Seto took the day off from work. He was afraid if he did go in he'd end up doing something to jeopardize his company. He wasn't thinking straight today.
Seto heard his cell phone ring. He hadn't given anyone the number, just Mokuba, who was sleeping in his room. Seto picked up the phone and answered with an annoyed, "Hello, where the fuck did you get my phone number?"
"And it's nice to speak to you too, Seto. How are you?"
"Yami, hello. I'll ask you again, where the fuck did you get my phone number?"
"I have my ways..."
Seto paused, waiting for another answer.
"All right! Fine, I bribed it off Mokuba for an ice cream cone."
Seto facefaulted then spoke into the receiver, "I'm not having the best of days, Yami, I would advise you to leave me alone unless you want to die a slow and painful death."
"Ohhh... I'm so scared..."
Seto made a fist and really wished he could grab through the receiver and strangle Yami.
"I was just calling to say that we're going to pick you and Mokuba up in about an hour and a half, be ready."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"Do the words 'camping trip' ring a bell?"
Seto glared into the phone, if Mokuba hadn't wanted to go so badly he wouldn't have. Seto sighed and said, "we'll be ready."
"Great! See you soon!"
"I can't wait. Bitch" He whisper the last word.
"I heard that."
"What?"
Seto turned off his cell phone, and went to wake Mokuba up and pack his bags. To his surprise when he got there Mokuba was awake, and both their bags had been packed.
"Hello, big brother. I packed your bags for you. And I didn't forget your favorite underwear."
Seto buried his head in his hands. Sure the kid was cute, but at times he was just plain weird.
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First chapter's over. Next chapter, camping! And we'll find out more about Seto's dream! Press the little review button! I live for those things. ^_^