5 Closing In
Just so you know: I know less than nothing about Kaiba Noah's personality. So don't flame me if my idea of it is incorrect!!!
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//Why would you wish that on me?//
//I never want to act my age//
//What's my age again?//
//What's my age again?//
Blink 182—"What's My Age Again?"
When they had been younger, Nemuriko Midian and Campbell were almost identical. They had the same voice, the same features, the same short hair. The only way to tell them apart was the fact that Midian's hair was black, and Campbell's hair was dark blond. If one was really observant, he would see that they had different eyes.
They also had bickered incessantly (kinda like MY little brothers...).
But now, they had changed.
The twins hadn't argued for the longest time. They only "disagreed" over certain things.
Ever since the death of her mother, Campbell had never cried. She usually kept to herself, spending most of her time in her room with her computer system. Most of her classmates regarded her as cowardly, but those who knew her called her contemplative. She almost never made a decision without thinking through the whole situation; one of the advantages of being a genius.
Sometimes Midian was hard to figure out. He was talkative in school, never lacking the right words, but at home he rarely spoke. The teenager became silent and cold around his father. He didn't want to do anything that would make his father disapprove of him...any more than he already did.
It wasn't that Nemuriko Akiro was a workaholic. No, that was putting it lightly. He practically lived at Kaiba Corp...so great was the time that he spent there.
Mr. Nemuriko wanted Midian to continue in the business world in his footsteps. So, what little time he spent at home was spent in "training" his son.
Midian hated it. He hated being stuck in a stuffy room with mounds of paperwork demanding to be completed. He hated his father's way of always making him feel so...insignificant. He hated the way Nemuriko-san always had something bad to say about his activities.
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A light haired boy stood on the roof of Domino High School early Monday morning. He was patiently waiting for the students to arrive.
Just then, a few cars drove up. A few teachers and several students climbed out and entered the school. The boy above the school sighed...and waited.
It wasn't long before a black limo pulled up outside the school. He smirked. *Nemuriko...they are finally here...* The boy watched as they entered the school with a bunch of other teens.
He wasn't jealous of them by any stretch of the imagination. Kaiba Noah had known enough rejection to know better than to try to join one of the school's countless cliques.
Noah scowled, remembering his father's last words as he had lain unconscious after the car accident.
"The boy will die soon, anyway," Gozaburo had said. "You'd better put him out of his suffering now."
The boy's hands gripped the chain-link fence. His damn father had left him for dead. But he had survived, gathering a small group of rogue computer technicians. He was going to get Kaiba Corporation back...at all costs.
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"Midian...we need to talk."
The teenager glanced up from his homework. *Oh, boy...* "Yes, Father?"
Mr. Nemuriko stood before the desk. "I told you to write up those reports before you went out on Sunday. When I came home from work, those reports weren't even started. Why didn't you do them?!"
Midian sighed. "Look, Father," he began as he stood up. "That work was assigned for you to do. Not me."
Mr. Nemuriko scowled. "I wanted you to work at your writing skills."
"'My writing skills'? Father, I get A's and B's in all my classes. I get good grades! Isn't that enough? Oh, that's right. I forgot. It's not good enough...for you."
"Watch your mouth, Midian. You should call it a privilege that I even want you to take my place in Kaiba Corp, considering the fact that you never act your age."
"How can I act my age when you're teaching me to act my age...times three?!" Midian demanded. "Father...I'm fifteen. Not forty-five."
"Oh, really? You've been acting like fifteen...divided by three."
The teenager stood breathing hard, enraged at his father's sarcasm. "Good night, Father," he muttered between clenched teeth.
The boy stormed from the mansion, slamming the door behind him.
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"What are you saying, Campbell?" demanded Seto.
"I'm saying that splicing isn't a good idea," Campbell explained. "It could be dangerous! Not to mention deadly. And what if someone stole it? It would be 9/11 all over again."
"You saw how well the tests went. What's to harm anyone there?"
Campbell was silent, unable to think up a reasonable answer.
"Just remember, Seto," she said finally. "You aren't the only genius around here."
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The next day, Noah watched as the Nemuriko twins climbed into the limo. He smirked as they drove off. They didn't know it was the last time that they'd ever see their father.
*Time to make my move...* He signaled for his men to close in.