A/N: I don't own YGO, Babies R Us, or the stuffed seal named Yuki (credit
to whoever started the seal thing^_^)
Yay! Now that Spring Break has started, I can dictate more time to my fanfics! *YK doing her happy-dance in the background* Ok, I'll be quiet now so you may start reading and not flame me for babbling on and on and on and on about pointless stuff ^_^
Oh! One more thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's this extremely funny site called "Area 51" at:
http:// www.geocities.com/ area51newmexico/ page3.html
(Remember to delete the spaces in the URL)
Insanity ensues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^_______^
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A pair of sparkling amethyst eyes stared up at me, the harsh sickle school light reflecting off her porcelain skin, creating an ethereal image of perfection. I stared back, unconsciously twirling a strand of ebony hair that framed her childish face and admired the true form of beauty. Suddenly, the moment was shattered by the shrill (and annoying) cry of the bell. With a sigh, I lifted my daughter into my arms before settling into my seat.
Yes, you heard me right - my daughter. No, excuse me; rather, it's mine and _Kaiba's_ daughter. Now, before you jump into any conclusions, it's not what you think it is! (Dear Ra..and I really hope your inference will never step into reality, if you're on the same boat I am right now..) First of all, my _daughter_ isn't even real. Surprised? Instead, she's one of those programmed computer dolls or whatever Aibou calls them. Androids..I believe. Now, I really must give credit to these humans of modern times; these plastic dolls can actually cry, laugh, and scream their heads off!
Which reminds me..I don't think I was ever this much of a problem- child back in Egypt. From the few scattered pieces of memory I'd managed to catch, I remember myself as obedient, easily satisfied, and tamable conformist. If that's the case, then why in the world are my children exactly the opposite?!
Allow me to clarify the case here: Ms. Masaki assigned each couple offspring according to the role of a die. Kaiba and I got 2 (I feel _so_ sorry for the pair that received a 6..) and were given twins - one boy, one girl. Ironically, the kids resemble their parents. For example, Kiara (the girl) had a river of black hair _streaked with red_ cascading right above her shoulders. And Kysen (the boy) was made complete with a crown of brown and gold. Oh yes, both had violet eyes, and I hate to say this, but crimson and cobalt makes violet.
Why our artificial children resemble us so still baffles me, though I have a sneaky suspicion that the person who helped distribute the dolls (coughJoeycough) had something to do with it..
Actually, I should have the right to say _my_ children because apparently, the father decided to abandon his family. After we received the miniature androids and were to move on to our next class, Kaiba had the nerve to thrust both kids into _my_ arms! I thought we were supposed to share the work..? (Oh wait..I don't think Mr. I'm-too-good-for-this is able to define the meaning of "share") All the other fathers are taking on responsibility! Look at Yugi and Joey; they only have a son but at least they're splitting the effort! Or Mai and Anzu! Even Bakura's helping Ryou with their two-year-old daughter, for goodness sake!
I suppose it's just my luck to be stuck with the world's biggest bastard..Am I being punished for something I did as pharaoh?!
My beautiful mooting was disrupted by a loud trill. Almost instantaneously, every head in the room turned in my direction. I felt a warm heat rising up to my cheeks, most likely making me look like a roasted flamingo.
The English teacher jolted upwards about five feet in the air before sparing me one of her so-called censorious glares. "Mr. Mouto, I'd appreciate it if you could keep your son quiet. And I'm sure the rest of the class would like to continue learning."
I shifted my gaze to the ground, not because of her frown or meaningless harangue, but instead to spare myself from having to endure the captured attention of thirty snickering students. Just when I thought the redness of my skin had propagated enough, the stupid teacher started a new lecture on how bad of a parent I'd make.
"Do you realize now how difficult it is to be a teenage parent? It not only interferes with your studies, but also hinders your social and emotional status. Why, back in my days.."
Thankfully, Kysen was still wailing away, giving me a chance to murmur a quick apology and rush him out of the classroom, escaping the heinous past of my teacher (excuse me..I believe that would be "loquacious" teacher). Kylara was left behind, sleeping peacefully in the embrace of my jacket; how she could manage to tune out all the lessons is beyond me..maybe some anti-school thing is installed in her..
Anyway, as soon as I stepped out of the school (yes, the janitor kicked me out for disrupting the _empty_ hall), I was kindly greeted with an abundance of cold air. Better make that freezing. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around Kysen, hoping to transfer my own body heat to his temperature-sensitive skin. In a strange way, the motion reminded me of my mother - or rather, how much I seem to resemble her. A sudden flashback stole my vision, forcing me to watch the montage of voiceless scenes.
(flashback)
A little boy bounced on a woman's lap, gurgling with utmost happiness as she ruffled the unruly crown of crimson and black. The toddler cried out as he hugged his mother with the pure, child-like love, though no sound was instilled. Returning the embrace, the woman - the _queen_ - murmured something, the movements of her mouth giving way to what could be inferred to as, "Hush now, my little prince. It's time to get some rest. Tomorrow, we have to bear greetings to the arrival of Ra*."
The prince's face crumpled slightly at the word "sleep", but obliged nevertheless, finding security in the arms of his mother. The Great Queen of Egypt** smiled almost repentantly as she tightened her arms around her only son, lips dancing to the lyrics of the last song the child will ever hear from her.
(end flashback)
"The comes a day
When I shall leave
This world, this place
To join Osiris
But remember this
My little prince
I'll love you always
In my heart.."
Something wet and salty trickled down my face as I sang the last verses of the song and remembered the horrific tale fate told later; the next day, the royal physician had pronounced my mother dead, her soul banished from her body by the rapidly spreading plague across Egypt. That night, the sky cried with agony, releasing miserable gusts of cold wind and tears.
I emitted a half-strangled sob as I buried my head into the curls of Kysen's hair. How ironic that the current weather is so compatible with the one almost five thousand years ago..
The gales continued its on-slant, biting and snapping at my skin as I tried to desperately shield Kysen's small body with my own and cease his cries of complaint. Rubbing soothing circles along the tiny, artificial back, I resumed the song my mother had once sung to me.
But my heart wasn't in it. The revelation of my past left me distressed, anguished, and bitter; my entire body felt numb, like an empty shell, barely aware of the feral attacks of nature. Kysen's screams echoed in my ear as I mechanically patted his back, carrying the both of us up and down the frosted school grounds.
So engrossed was I in my own grievances that I had failed to see the slippery, Ra-damned substance that hid beneath the snow: Ice. Before I even had the chance to register what the heck was going on, the ground seemed to come in at 50 mph, or perhaps even faster.
Shutting my eyes, I tightened my hold around Kysen, using my arms as a shield for him and me.
OhGod.We'refalling.We'regoingtohitthatfreakin'pieceoficeandKysen'sheadwillsh attertosmithereensansandSetowillkillbeforgettinghimanFonthisproject..
But the expected impact never came. (And I spent all that time worrying over nothing!)
Instead, a pair of strong arms held me firmly by my waist. Even with my eyes still closed, I felt myself being pulled to an upright position and, "You can look now."
It wasn't the apathetic command that made my eyes shoot open; no, it was the familiar, condescending tone of none other than..Kaiba. So flabbergasted was I that I nearly dropped Kysen (keyword is "nearly"). I was about to retort when I realized that Kaiba still had his arms around my waist.
Hoping that I was able to suppress the rising blush, I didn't bother to turn around and face him. Instead, I spoke to the invisible person in front of me, "Kaiba. What are you doing here? Should you be in class?"
"No. Mr. Takyato gave me a pass so I can see my wife and children."
I couldn't help but fidget slightly as Kaiba whispered in my ear, his warm breath tingling my own cool skin. As much as I hate to admit, it felt...good, like the soft caress of a summer breeze, which was quite contrary to the strange fluttering in my stomach I was also experiencing. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was actually enjoying this!
Before I could reply, Kaiba untangled his arms, leaving me vulnerable to the chilly wind again. I hugged Kysen closer, anxious for any sort of warmth.
"So.." I started, only to be interrupted by a close-up of a certain CEO's face staring at me _again_. Unnerved and faintly embarrassed (What? Do I have something on my face?), I mumbled, "Yeah?"
Twin cobalt eyes seemed to study me with meticulous scrutiny, one that can only be accompanied by silence. I stared back, having half the mind to just run away from those piercing orbs, when he finally spoke.
"Have you been crying?"
I think I gawked at him or something. For the time being, there were just way too many emotions bombarding me. Is Kaiba, the cold-hearted Chair Executive Officer of the world's largest technology company, actually worried about me? Or is he just playing one of his sick games? How can he tell I'd been crying?! (I was sure the wind knocked the tears away...) _What am I going to say?!_
Being the brilliant genius that I am, I stood there and looked like a complete idiot, waiting for the waves of unsolicited sensations to pass. My senses (or at least 30% of it) was returned when a hand lingered by my cheek.
"Yes, you have," Kaiba answered, his facial expression still stoic, though I was sure I caught a faint glimmer of concern in those blue, blue eyes. (Nah..must of imagined it..No way would a creep like him care about his ultimate rival..)
I shook my head and glanced away, but to no avail when he forcefully turned my chin around.
He nodded, more to himself, I think. "Your face is flushed like a tomato and your eyes are slightly swollen."
Wow. What a nice thing to say to your wife. Normally, I would have Mind Crushed or at least slapped anyone who said that, but with Kaiba's hand still cupping my face, I experienced a mind-blankage.
The cognitive barrenness was worsened when he leaned closer, closer, until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. For a split second, I seemed to have separated from my physical form, focusing only on the advancing face before me. I suppose it was pure luck that my veins didn't erupt from over-pressure because my heart just got one heck of an energy boost. I mean, it _is_ my first kiss.. (I know what you're thinking; I was once pharaoh and had an entire harem, but trust me, I was a celibate back then..)
"Kysen's stopped crying. You'd better get to class."
And then he left. Just like that. One whisper and then walking away, leaving me with nothing more than anger, humiliation, and .dejection? Whoa, whoa, back up. I, for one, am _not_ upset that the jerk _didn't_ kiss me. Actually, that should be a good thing..right?
Then why do I feel like a reject?
Sighing, I patted Kysen one last time and made my way back into the classroom.
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The gossamer petals drifted in delicate swirls outside, the December wind creating miniature blizzards on the ground. Shards of iridescent silver hung from naked branches - still, silent, yet sparkling with life. Winter was never present back in Egypt, at least not with the beautiful white scenario. Domino City was truly a bastion for pale exquisiteness.
I continued to admire the moving panorama as the acute, incessant voice of Kaiba sounded from my left. Truthfully, I had no idea what he was yakking about; some ridiculous thing bordering the topic of "stocks" and "No, I will not sell it to you for half a million". Briefly, I wondered why I was here, in the same car - no, _limo_ - with him, and being totally ignored.
Ah, yes. Shopping. Kiara and Kysen desperately needed some clothes and other supplies, especially since they recently discharged artificial urine. (Well, they most certainly can't wear spoiled diapers, now can they?)
So here I am, hitching a ride with Kaiba to the Domino Mall, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Sighing, I watched as my breath created an erratic film of fog on the cool car window, shrouding the beauty outside. For some strange, unexplainable reason, I felt..despondency..lament..and..lost. I don't know; I just feel lost, as if there's something waiting for me - something I have to attain - yet I don't even know what it is! It's like that night when the sky rained with those long, luminous streaks of fire; I was unnaturally pensive, staring blankly at the meteors, lost in my own world. I felt..incomplete; yes, that's an acceptable term: Incomplete. Sure, I have Yugi, my innocent light, but I need something _more_. I don't mean to sound selfish or anything, but it's just that.I don't know!
Groaning softly, I turned my gaze to the young man (hey, I'm about 5000 years older!) still yelling into his cell phone, his flawless face scrunched up in annoyance. Locks of chestnut hair had fallen between his eyes, casting a slightly childish look. But looks can be deceiving, as those cobalt orbs were testimony to. Deep sea blue, hiding thousands of secrets under those murky waters, churning with competence, frustration, and an unknown force not to be reckoned with. The faint sunlight only ---
Stop! Rewind! This is Kaiba we're talking about! Ra, I must be going insane to be describing so, uh, _poetically_, about my mortal enemy. In fact, I think I'm starting to become my identity in the silly "family unit" act: An airhead who's fetish is her husband.
I believe I should be paying the mental institution a visit tomorrow..
Meanwhile, my so-called husband (Ha! You wish!) was _still_ rambling away on that little device of his, this time altercating with the poor fellow on the other line about the debut for a new software program. I was about to remark that he should change his career to a telemarketer instead if he loves his phone so much, when a voice appeared from the speaker.
"Mr. Kaiba? We've arrived at Domino City. Parking location: C-5, row 3, near the southwestern zone between JC Penny and Spencers. Current time: 3: 25 pm. Shall I start the recorder now?"
Whoa..what a mouthful. I feel sorry for the driver who must have done this for a good part of his life.
Kaiba had enough sense to actually pause the "imperative" conversation he was having and answer, "Yes, yes. This will take only thirty minutes. And don't forget to pick Mokuba up from his friend's house."
"Of course, Mr. Kaiba."
A soft beep terminated the exchange and the limo's automated door slid open. Kaiba stepped out and almost immediately started to walk briskly into the mall, apparently forgetting about his "wife". I was about to call him, but then decided it wasn't worth my time and scrambled out of the car instead, trailing after the oh-so-great-one like a puppy (.and that was Joey's title.I feel pathetic now.).
This wasn't my first visit to the mall; Aibou and his friends came here all the time. The thing is, I've never been here around December. Bright stars were scattered everywhere, winking in spasmodic intervals and traversing across the ceiling and walls in colorful arrays of yellow, red, and green. And at the entrance, there was a massive structure sprouting branches and needles, its size almost rivaling one of Toth's temples back in Egypt.***
I would have complimented some more if not for Kaiba walking straight through the scene like it was some kind of curse. Can't the guy at least appreciate a little joy in life?
We stopped by this one stored called Babies' R Us (what a strange name..even I could come up with a better one!) - or rather, Kaiba stopped and I almost crashed into him. Guess I shouldn't expect forewarning from now on. Anyway, the saleslady took one look at us, gave a quick bow to "Kaiba-sama", and ignored me completely.
I feel _so_ loved.
My presence was disregarded even more so when she practically shoved me out of the way (as if I wasn't there) in an attempt to show Kaiba this _huge_ book of what her store had to offer. I swear, that red-head girl must have been talking at 70 mph, her fingers in synchronization with her mouth. Kaiba just sort of stared at the book , nodding once in a while to show that he was listening, though I doubt he cared for diaper colors or the number of baby food existing in the world.
Me? Well, since the lady-person-baka seemed to have forgotten about Kaiba's "partner" (or did she even acknowledge me in the first place?) and because of my short stature, I could see nothing but the back of her ugly, purple and orange skirt. I didn't know whether to Mind Crush her or die of humiliation. Actually..there really was nothing to be embarrassed about SINCE I HAVE BEEN DEEMED INVISIBLE! But it sort of made me feel..lonesome. Back in Egypt, I had all the attention one could ever want.guess I kind of missed having people's awareness of me..
Bored, and after an unsuccessful attempt at listening to the _very social_ employee, I wandered off. (Well, it's not like I'm going to waste _my_ time listening to gibberish!) Shelves beyond shelves of infant supplies towered over the beige tiles, giving the impression of metallic waves superimposed on a sandy beach. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of one of the toys - a stuffed seal.
Mind you, it wasn't just an ordinary stuffed seal that babies usually drool all over. Oh no.this one was as white as virgin snow, with the daintiest pair of fins and whiskers. But what enraptured me most was its eyes; yes..those large, luminous brown eyes catching the store's fluorescent light at just the right angle, giving them an aura of mystery and kindness.
In fact, the more I stared into those chocolate swirls, the more my Aibou's image came to mind. I know, I know, Yugi has violet eyes, but it's not the color I'm referring to; it's the virtue and innocuous that's being radiated.
Unconsciously, I lifted the toy from its place on the shelf, softly stroking its untainted fur.
"Like it?"
I spun around, instantly recognizing it as _not_ Kaiba's. After all, I don't think Kaiba would use ..ah..the believed-to-be-sexy-but-isn't tone that was just exploited. Twin green orbs stared hungrily back at me, and I would have blushed when they racked up and down my body if I had not been so provoked at the time.
"_What_?" I all but seethed. Hey, how would you like it if someone viewed you as a dessert?!
The blonde delinquent smirked as he gestured at himself self- admiringly. "Hey, babe..chill. Now, why don't you put that little toy of yours down and come with me instead?" He winked and licked his lips. "I'm sure you're just as soft."
Ok, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale - Dammit it! I'm going to kill him!!! The freakin' bastard..No one ever says that to a former- pharaoh! What?! Just because I'm wearing leather and metal doesn't mean _this_ type of behavior should be induced! Run away, mortal, before your soul gets a permanent trip to the Shadow Realm!
I really would have done that if not for a tiny little problem: Yugi made me promise _never_ to use my Shadow magic any more and learned how to sense magic-usage through our link from Ryou. (Damn the tomb robber.why did he have to teach Ryou that?!)
So, I settled for the old game king death-glare. ".Stay the _hell_ away."
"Or what?" The jerk took another step closer, coercing me into retreating.
"Or," I narrowed my eyes, trying to transmute all my inner rage into a more visual expression, "you will regret it. And I'm not joking, either."
To my great frustration, the baka laughed! This time, taking several more steps forward, he crossed his arms and raised a crooked brow in mock- fright.
"Ooo..I'm sooo scared. Is the sexy little punk going to give me a hicky?"
..What in Ra's name is a hicky?! Of course, I didn't say that aloud. Instead, I withdrew my foot in an attempt to move back..only to hit something hard. A quick glance confirmed that it was a wall. Correction: it was the _corner_ of two walls, plus a shelf and cart on either side, reducing the chances of escape by a good 70%.
I panicked. Shit! Why's the store so freakin' small?! And who the hell put those things there?! .Stop..calm down.let's see, I could make a break for it and push the cart out of the way..No. _He_ would catch me before I even reach it. Uh..
The demented bastard grinned odiously as he drank in my obvious attempt at finding an escape route. So lost was I in my frenzy of thoughts that it was too late when my arms were pinned above my head - harshly.
Not good. Definitely not good.
The overpowering scent of cheap cologne wafted up my nostrils as the moron leaned in, his face almost skimming over mine. (Ra, I think I'll either die of suffocation or claustrophobia.) A hand held my chin firmly in place as the distance between us grew smaller and smaller..
A wave of peristalsis crashed in me as I tried desperately to free my hands. No luck. Unfortunately, brute strength was _not_ one of my best qualities. But that's not the point; my first kiss is going to be from an imbecile! And I can't even use Mind Crush to defend myself!
I watched in horror as the other's lips were only inches away from mine, a feeling of repulsion and fear churning in the pit of my stomach..
Suddenly, by some godly miracle, my hands fell limply to my side as those pair of hideous lips flew backwards, its owner landing in a messy heap on the floor. I was so overwhelmed with surprise and relief that I would have kissed whoever intercepted that.
"Hands off."
..Oh no..Please don't tell me.. To my second devastating surprise of the day, I found myself staring at the one and only..Seto Kaiba.
I don't believe Kaiba noticed my wild look; currently, he's occupying himself by scowling at the idiot who tried to rape me. Why he even bothered to help his lifetime nemesis was a mystery..perhaps only to fulfill his duty for this family project? But then again, his role hadn't specifically instructed him to protect the "woman" of the household..so why..?
Meanwhile, the idiot had gotten to his feet. A dark mauve blotch had resided in his left cheek (serves him right..) as irate emerald met calm cerulean.
"And who the hell might you be..?!"
But a sharp glare from Kaiba ended his sputtering. Wordlessly, the moron sulked away, though not before remitting one last scowl.
I presume I must have still been in my state of shock at that time, for a question had been directed towards me several times, followed by an irritated face.
"Yami, for the third time, are you alright?"
Huh? Oh..
I nodded mutely, letting my game face surface. The worst thing that could ever happen was to show my emotions to an enemy and reveal how truly weak I was. Even though the incident was over, I was still trembling inside. Sure, I'm received plenty of lust-filled looks from people..but none had ever come this far before.. What would have happened if Kaiba hadn't intervened?
I shuddered and pushed the horrific culmination out of my mind.
"Yes, thank you, Kaiba." Somehow, my voice remained steady and apathetic. "I'm perfectly fine."
Cobalt eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I was frozen under the stare. It was as if he was reading my thoughts, gazing into my eyes and prodding at my innermost secrets.
Suddenly, just when I when I was about to give in to the urge of running away, Kaiba walked over to the toy shelf and picked up the seal I hadn't realize I'd dropped. A questioning and slightly amused brow arched at me.
I blushed, hesitant as to whether or not to confess. Yes, I admit the seal's cute and all, but to tell Kaiba that was just so.._wrong_. Besides, he'll probably laugh that haughty laughter of his and blackmail me.
Much to my surprise, Kaiba took the seal and headed towards the cashier. Curious, I followed, eyeing the little toy with puzzlement. What? Does _he_ want it? But the idea of the oh-so-feared CEO hugging a stuffed animal did not seem very plausible.
Still stuck in my foolish vagaries, I nearly collided into a blue trench coat ahead. Startled and on the verge of apologizing, I (thankfully) managed to stop myself when I realized it was none other than Kaiba.
The brunette wore his usual silent demeanor, and as he turned his back to me, I felt something being dropped into my arms. Something white, downy, and with twin molten chocolate swirls.
The seal.
I must have stood there, gaping at Kaiba as his jacket billowed after him in the intangible breeze, caught between embarrassment, curiosity, and..perhaps even a growing gratitude. Why the cold, stoic man bought the toy - and for me, of all people - was an enigma that'll never be solved. Maybe it was his way of giving me his condolence after what had happened? Or maybe this is just a ploy to keep me off my guard? Or maybe..
I hesitated and climbed into the waiting limo.
..Kaiba's changing for the best?
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*Ra as in the sun rising..not the god Ra ^_^
**The Great Queen of Egypt is the main queen, in this case Yami's mother
***Toth is the god of writing in Ancient Egypt
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NEXT TIME...
-Yami attempts to cook
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YK: I officially declare that I suck!
Yami: Yes..you do
YK: No, really.. *points up* I mean, look at all that unworthy, pitiful stuff I wrote.. *sighs* My career is definitely _not_ an authoress..
Yami: Don't worry. You have my agreement. But I think your problem is that you can't write in first person
YK: ..Thus, *bows to readers* I'm terribly sorry if the entire thing was pointless, confusing, and just plain bad. If you have any suggestions on how to improve this first-person narrative thing, then please feel free to tell me! Arigatou!
Yami: And don't forget to R&R ^_^
Yay! Now that Spring Break has started, I can dictate more time to my fanfics! *YK doing her happy-dance in the background* Ok, I'll be quiet now so you may start reading and not flame me for babbling on and on and on and on about pointless stuff ^_^
Oh! One more thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's this extremely funny site called "Area 51" at:
http:// www.geocities.com/ area51newmexico/ page3.html
(Remember to delete the spaces in the URL)
Insanity ensues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^_______^
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A pair of sparkling amethyst eyes stared up at me, the harsh sickle school light reflecting off her porcelain skin, creating an ethereal image of perfection. I stared back, unconsciously twirling a strand of ebony hair that framed her childish face and admired the true form of beauty. Suddenly, the moment was shattered by the shrill (and annoying) cry of the bell. With a sigh, I lifted my daughter into my arms before settling into my seat.
Yes, you heard me right - my daughter. No, excuse me; rather, it's mine and _Kaiba's_ daughter. Now, before you jump into any conclusions, it's not what you think it is! (Dear Ra..and I really hope your inference will never step into reality, if you're on the same boat I am right now..) First of all, my _daughter_ isn't even real. Surprised? Instead, she's one of those programmed computer dolls or whatever Aibou calls them. Androids..I believe. Now, I really must give credit to these humans of modern times; these plastic dolls can actually cry, laugh, and scream their heads off!
Which reminds me..I don't think I was ever this much of a problem- child back in Egypt. From the few scattered pieces of memory I'd managed to catch, I remember myself as obedient, easily satisfied, and tamable conformist. If that's the case, then why in the world are my children exactly the opposite?!
Allow me to clarify the case here: Ms. Masaki assigned each couple offspring according to the role of a die. Kaiba and I got 2 (I feel _so_ sorry for the pair that received a 6..) and were given twins - one boy, one girl. Ironically, the kids resemble their parents. For example, Kiara (the girl) had a river of black hair _streaked with red_ cascading right above her shoulders. And Kysen (the boy) was made complete with a crown of brown and gold. Oh yes, both had violet eyes, and I hate to say this, but crimson and cobalt makes violet.
Why our artificial children resemble us so still baffles me, though I have a sneaky suspicion that the person who helped distribute the dolls (coughJoeycough) had something to do with it..
Actually, I should have the right to say _my_ children because apparently, the father decided to abandon his family. After we received the miniature androids and were to move on to our next class, Kaiba had the nerve to thrust both kids into _my_ arms! I thought we were supposed to share the work..? (Oh wait..I don't think Mr. I'm-too-good-for-this is able to define the meaning of "share") All the other fathers are taking on responsibility! Look at Yugi and Joey; they only have a son but at least they're splitting the effort! Or Mai and Anzu! Even Bakura's helping Ryou with their two-year-old daughter, for goodness sake!
I suppose it's just my luck to be stuck with the world's biggest bastard..Am I being punished for something I did as pharaoh?!
My beautiful mooting was disrupted by a loud trill. Almost instantaneously, every head in the room turned in my direction. I felt a warm heat rising up to my cheeks, most likely making me look like a roasted flamingo.
The English teacher jolted upwards about five feet in the air before sparing me one of her so-called censorious glares. "Mr. Mouto, I'd appreciate it if you could keep your son quiet. And I'm sure the rest of the class would like to continue learning."
I shifted my gaze to the ground, not because of her frown or meaningless harangue, but instead to spare myself from having to endure the captured attention of thirty snickering students. Just when I thought the redness of my skin had propagated enough, the stupid teacher started a new lecture on how bad of a parent I'd make.
"Do you realize now how difficult it is to be a teenage parent? It not only interferes with your studies, but also hinders your social and emotional status. Why, back in my days.."
Thankfully, Kysen was still wailing away, giving me a chance to murmur a quick apology and rush him out of the classroom, escaping the heinous past of my teacher (excuse me..I believe that would be "loquacious" teacher). Kylara was left behind, sleeping peacefully in the embrace of my jacket; how she could manage to tune out all the lessons is beyond me..maybe some anti-school thing is installed in her..
Anyway, as soon as I stepped out of the school (yes, the janitor kicked me out for disrupting the _empty_ hall), I was kindly greeted with an abundance of cold air. Better make that freezing. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around Kysen, hoping to transfer my own body heat to his temperature-sensitive skin. In a strange way, the motion reminded me of my mother - or rather, how much I seem to resemble her. A sudden flashback stole my vision, forcing me to watch the montage of voiceless scenes.
(flashback)
A little boy bounced on a woman's lap, gurgling with utmost happiness as she ruffled the unruly crown of crimson and black. The toddler cried out as he hugged his mother with the pure, child-like love, though no sound was instilled. Returning the embrace, the woman - the _queen_ - murmured something, the movements of her mouth giving way to what could be inferred to as, "Hush now, my little prince. It's time to get some rest. Tomorrow, we have to bear greetings to the arrival of Ra*."
The prince's face crumpled slightly at the word "sleep", but obliged nevertheless, finding security in the arms of his mother. The Great Queen of Egypt** smiled almost repentantly as she tightened her arms around her only son, lips dancing to the lyrics of the last song the child will ever hear from her.
(end flashback)
"The comes a day
When I shall leave
This world, this place
To join Osiris
But remember this
My little prince
I'll love you always
In my heart.."
Something wet and salty trickled down my face as I sang the last verses of the song and remembered the horrific tale fate told later; the next day, the royal physician had pronounced my mother dead, her soul banished from her body by the rapidly spreading plague across Egypt. That night, the sky cried with agony, releasing miserable gusts of cold wind and tears.
I emitted a half-strangled sob as I buried my head into the curls of Kysen's hair. How ironic that the current weather is so compatible with the one almost five thousand years ago..
The gales continued its on-slant, biting and snapping at my skin as I tried to desperately shield Kysen's small body with my own and cease his cries of complaint. Rubbing soothing circles along the tiny, artificial back, I resumed the song my mother had once sung to me.
But my heart wasn't in it. The revelation of my past left me distressed, anguished, and bitter; my entire body felt numb, like an empty shell, barely aware of the feral attacks of nature. Kysen's screams echoed in my ear as I mechanically patted his back, carrying the both of us up and down the frosted school grounds.
So engrossed was I in my own grievances that I had failed to see the slippery, Ra-damned substance that hid beneath the snow: Ice. Before I even had the chance to register what the heck was going on, the ground seemed to come in at 50 mph, or perhaps even faster.
Shutting my eyes, I tightened my hold around Kysen, using my arms as a shield for him and me.
OhGod.We'refalling.We'regoingtohitthatfreakin'pieceoficeandKysen'sheadwillsh attertosmithereensansandSetowillkillbeforgettinghimanFonthisproject..
But the expected impact never came. (And I spent all that time worrying over nothing!)
Instead, a pair of strong arms held me firmly by my waist. Even with my eyes still closed, I felt myself being pulled to an upright position and, "You can look now."
It wasn't the apathetic command that made my eyes shoot open; no, it was the familiar, condescending tone of none other than..Kaiba. So flabbergasted was I that I nearly dropped Kysen (keyword is "nearly"). I was about to retort when I realized that Kaiba still had his arms around my waist.
Hoping that I was able to suppress the rising blush, I didn't bother to turn around and face him. Instead, I spoke to the invisible person in front of me, "Kaiba. What are you doing here? Should you be in class?"
"No. Mr. Takyato gave me a pass so I can see my wife and children."
I couldn't help but fidget slightly as Kaiba whispered in my ear, his warm breath tingling my own cool skin. As much as I hate to admit, it felt...good, like the soft caress of a summer breeze, which was quite contrary to the strange fluttering in my stomach I was also experiencing. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was actually enjoying this!
Before I could reply, Kaiba untangled his arms, leaving me vulnerable to the chilly wind again. I hugged Kysen closer, anxious for any sort of warmth.
"So.." I started, only to be interrupted by a close-up of a certain CEO's face staring at me _again_. Unnerved and faintly embarrassed (What? Do I have something on my face?), I mumbled, "Yeah?"
Twin cobalt eyes seemed to study me with meticulous scrutiny, one that can only be accompanied by silence. I stared back, having half the mind to just run away from those piercing orbs, when he finally spoke.
"Have you been crying?"
I think I gawked at him or something. For the time being, there were just way too many emotions bombarding me. Is Kaiba, the cold-hearted Chair Executive Officer of the world's largest technology company, actually worried about me? Or is he just playing one of his sick games? How can he tell I'd been crying?! (I was sure the wind knocked the tears away...) _What am I going to say?!_
Being the brilliant genius that I am, I stood there and looked like a complete idiot, waiting for the waves of unsolicited sensations to pass. My senses (or at least 30% of it) was returned when a hand lingered by my cheek.
"Yes, you have," Kaiba answered, his facial expression still stoic, though I was sure I caught a faint glimmer of concern in those blue, blue eyes. (Nah..must of imagined it..No way would a creep like him care about his ultimate rival..)
I shook my head and glanced away, but to no avail when he forcefully turned my chin around.
He nodded, more to himself, I think. "Your face is flushed like a tomato and your eyes are slightly swollen."
Wow. What a nice thing to say to your wife. Normally, I would have Mind Crushed or at least slapped anyone who said that, but with Kaiba's hand still cupping my face, I experienced a mind-blankage.
The cognitive barrenness was worsened when he leaned closer, closer, until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. For a split second, I seemed to have separated from my physical form, focusing only on the advancing face before me. I suppose it was pure luck that my veins didn't erupt from over-pressure because my heart just got one heck of an energy boost. I mean, it _is_ my first kiss.. (I know what you're thinking; I was once pharaoh and had an entire harem, but trust me, I was a celibate back then..)
"Kysen's stopped crying. You'd better get to class."
And then he left. Just like that. One whisper and then walking away, leaving me with nothing more than anger, humiliation, and .dejection? Whoa, whoa, back up. I, for one, am _not_ upset that the jerk _didn't_ kiss me. Actually, that should be a good thing..right?
Then why do I feel like a reject?
Sighing, I patted Kysen one last time and made my way back into the classroom.
~*~
The gossamer petals drifted in delicate swirls outside, the December wind creating miniature blizzards on the ground. Shards of iridescent silver hung from naked branches - still, silent, yet sparkling with life. Winter was never present back in Egypt, at least not with the beautiful white scenario. Domino City was truly a bastion for pale exquisiteness.
I continued to admire the moving panorama as the acute, incessant voice of Kaiba sounded from my left. Truthfully, I had no idea what he was yakking about; some ridiculous thing bordering the topic of "stocks" and "No, I will not sell it to you for half a million". Briefly, I wondered why I was here, in the same car - no, _limo_ - with him, and being totally ignored.
Ah, yes. Shopping. Kiara and Kysen desperately needed some clothes and other supplies, especially since they recently discharged artificial urine. (Well, they most certainly can't wear spoiled diapers, now can they?)
So here I am, hitching a ride with Kaiba to the Domino Mall, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Sighing, I watched as my breath created an erratic film of fog on the cool car window, shrouding the beauty outside. For some strange, unexplainable reason, I felt..despondency..lament..and..lost. I don't know; I just feel lost, as if there's something waiting for me - something I have to attain - yet I don't even know what it is! It's like that night when the sky rained with those long, luminous streaks of fire; I was unnaturally pensive, staring blankly at the meteors, lost in my own world. I felt..incomplete; yes, that's an acceptable term: Incomplete. Sure, I have Yugi, my innocent light, but I need something _more_. I don't mean to sound selfish or anything, but it's just that.I don't know!
Groaning softly, I turned my gaze to the young man (hey, I'm about 5000 years older!) still yelling into his cell phone, his flawless face scrunched up in annoyance. Locks of chestnut hair had fallen between his eyes, casting a slightly childish look. But looks can be deceiving, as those cobalt orbs were testimony to. Deep sea blue, hiding thousands of secrets under those murky waters, churning with competence, frustration, and an unknown force not to be reckoned with. The faint sunlight only ---
Stop! Rewind! This is Kaiba we're talking about! Ra, I must be going insane to be describing so, uh, _poetically_, about my mortal enemy. In fact, I think I'm starting to become my identity in the silly "family unit" act: An airhead who's fetish is her husband.
I believe I should be paying the mental institution a visit tomorrow..
Meanwhile, my so-called husband (Ha! You wish!) was _still_ rambling away on that little device of his, this time altercating with the poor fellow on the other line about the debut for a new software program. I was about to remark that he should change his career to a telemarketer instead if he loves his phone so much, when a voice appeared from the speaker.
"Mr. Kaiba? We've arrived at Domino City. Parking location: C-5, row 3, near the southwestern zone between JC Penny and Spencers. Current time: 3: 25 pm. Shall I start the recorder now?"
Whoa..what a mouthful. I feel sorry for the driver who must have done this for a good part of his life.
Kaiba had enough sense to actually pause the "imperative" conversation he was having and answer, "Yes, yes. This will take only thirty minutes. And don't forget to pick Mokuba up from his friend's house."
"Of course, Mr. Kaiba."
A soft beep terminated the exchange and the limo's automated door slid open. Kaiba stepped out and almost immediately started to walk briskly into the mall, apparently forgetting about his "wife". I was about to call him, but then decided it wasn't worth my time and scrambled out of the car instead, trailing after the oh-so-great-one like a puppy (.and that was Joey's title.I feel pathetic now.).
This wasn't my first visit to the mall; Aibou and his friends came here all the time. The thing is, I've never been here around December. Bright stars were scattered everywhere, winking in spasmodic intervals and traversing across the ceiling and walls in colorful arrays of yellow, red, and green. And at the entrance, there was a massive structure sprouting branches and needles, its size almost rivaling one of Toth's temples back in Egypt.***
I would have complimented some more if not for Kaiba walking straight through the scene like it was some kind of curse. Can't the guy at least appreciate a little joy in life?
We stopped by this one stored called Babies' R Us (what a strange name..even I could come up with a better one!) - or rather, Kaiba stopped and I almost crashed into him. Guess I shouldn't expect forewarning from now on. Anyway, the saleslady took one look at us, gave a quick bow to "Kaiba-sama", and ignored me completely.
I feel _so_ loved.
My presence was disregarded even more so when she practically shoved me out of the way (as if I wasn't there) in an attempt to show Kaiba this _huge_ book of what her store had to offer. I swear, that red-head girl must have been talking at 70 mph, her fingers in synchronization with her mouth. Kaiba just sort of stared at the book , nodding once in a while to show that he was listening, though I doubt he cared for diaper colors or the number of baby food existing in the world.
Me? Well, since the lady-person-baka seemed to have forgotten about Kaiba's "partner" (or did she even acknowledge me in the first place?) and because of my short stature, I could see nothing but the back of her ugly, purple and orange skirt. I didn't know whether to Mind Crush her or die of humiliation. Actually..there really was nothing to be embarrassed about SINCE I HAVE BEEN DEEMED INVISIBLE! But it sort of made me feel..lonesome. Back in Egypt, I had all the attention one could ever want.guess I kind of missed having people's awareness of me..
Bored, and after an unsuccessful attempt at listening to the _very social_ employee, I wandered off. (Well, it's not like I'm going to waste _my_ time listening to gibberish!) Shelves beyond shelves of infant supplies towered over the beige tiles, giving the impression of metallic waves superimposed on a sandy beach. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of one of the toys - a stuffed seal.
Mind you, it wasn't just an ordinary stuffed seal that babies usually drool all over. Oh no.this one was as white as virgin snow, with the daintiest pair of fins and whiskers. But what enraptured me most was its eyes; yes..those large, luminous brown eyes catching the store's fluorescent light at just the right angle, giving them an aura of mystery and kindness.
In fact, the more I stared into those chocolate swirls, the more my Aibou's image came to mind. I know, I know, Yugi has violet eyes, but it's not the color I'm referring to; it's the virtue and innocuous that's being radiated.
Unconsciously, I lifted the toy from its place on the shelf, softly stroking its untainted fur.
"Like it?"
I spun around, instantly recognizing it as _not_ Kaiba's. After all, I don't think Kaiba would use ..ah..the believed-to-be-sexy-but-isn't tone that was just exploited. Twin green orbs stared hungrily back at me, and I would have blushed when they racked up and down my body if I had not been so provoked at the time.
"_What_?" I all but seethed. Hey, how would you like it if someone viewed you as a dessert?!
The blonde delinquent smirked as he gestured at himself self- admiringly. "Hey, babe..chill. Now, why don't you put that little toy of yours down and come with me instead?" He winked and licked his lips. "I'm sure you're just as soft."
Ok, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale - Dammit it! I'm going to kill him!!! The freakin' bastard..No one ever says that to a former- pharaoh! What?! Just because I'm wearing leather and metal doesn't mean _this_ type of behavior should be induced! Run away, mortal, before your soul gets a permanent trip to the Shadow Realm!
I really would have done that if not for a tiny little problem: Yugi made me promise _never_ to use my Shadow magic any more and learned how to sense magic-usage through our link from Ryou. (Damn the tomb robber.why did he have to teach Ryou that?!)
So, I settled for the old game king death-glare. ".Stay the _hell_ away."
"Or what?" The jerk took another step closer, coercing me into retreating.
"Or," I narrowed my eyes, trying to transmute all my inner rage into a more visual expression, "you will regret it. And I'm not joking, either."
To my great frustration, the baka laughed! This time, taking several more steps forward, he crossed his arms and raised a crooked brow in mock- fright.
"Ooo..I'm sooo scared. Is the sexy little punk going to give me a hicky?"
..What in Ra's name is a hicky?! Of course, I didn't say that aloud. Instead, I withdrew my foot in an attempt to move back..only to hit something hard. A quick glance confirmed that it was a wall. Correction: it was the _corner_ of two walls, plus a shelf and cart on either side, reducing the chances of escape by a good 70%.
I panicked. Shit! Why's the store so freakin' small?! And who the hell put those things there?! .Stop..calm down.let's see, I could make a break for it and push the cart out of the way..No. _He_ would catch me before I even reach it. Uh..
The demented bastard grinned odiously as he drank in my obvious attempt at finding an escape route. So lost was I in my frenzy of thoughts that it was too late when my arms were pinned above my head - harshly.
Not good. Definitely not good.
The overpowering scent of cheap cologne wafted up my nostrils as the moron leaned in, his face almost skimming over mine. (Ra, I think I'll either die of suffocation or claustrophobia.) A hand held my chin firmly in place as the distance between us grew smaller and smaller..
A wave of peristalsis crashed in me as I tried desperately to free my hands. No luck. Unfortunately, brute strength was _not_ one of my best qualities. But that's not the point; my first kiss is going to be from an imbecile! And I can't even use Mind Crush to defend myself!
I watched in horror as the other's lips were only inches away from mine, a feeling of repulsion and fear churning in the pit of my stomach..
Suddenly, by some godly miracle, my hands fell limply to my side as those pair of hideous lips flew backwards, its owner landing in a messy heap on the floor. I was so overwhelmed with surprise and relief that I would have kissed whoever intercepted that.
"Hands off."
..Oh no..Please don't tell me.. To my second devastating surprise of the day, I found myself staring at the one and only..Seto Kaiba.
I don't believe Kaiba noticed my wild look; currently, he's occupying himself by scowling at the idiot who tried to rape me. Why he even bothered to help his lifetime nemesis was a mystery..perhaps only to fulfill his duty for this family project? But then again, his role hadn't specifically instructed him to protect the "woman" of the household..so why..?
Meanwhile, the idiot had gotten to his feet. A dark mauve blotch had resided in his left cheek (serves him right..) as irate emerald met calm cerulean.
"And who the hell might you be..?!"
But a sharp glare from Kaiba ended his sputtering. Wordlessly, the moron sulked away, though not before remitting one last scowl.
I presume I must have still been in my state of shock at that time, for a question had been directed towards me several times, followed by an irritated face.
"Yami, for the third time, are you alright?"
Huh? Oh..
I nodded mutely, letting my game face surface. The worst thing that could ever happen was to show my emotions to an enemy and reveal how truly weak I was. Even though the incident was over, I was still trembling inside. Sure, I'm received plenty of lust-filled looks from people..but none had ever come this far before.. What would have happened if Kaiba hadn't intervened?
I shuddered and pushed the horrific culmination out of my mind.
"Yes, thank you, Kaiba." Somehow, my voice remained steady and apathetic. "I'm perfectly fine."
Cobalt eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I was frozen under the stare. It was as if he was reading my thoughts, gazing into my eyes and prodding at my innermost secrets.
Suddenly, just when I when I was about to give in to the urge of running away, Kaiba walked over to the toy shelf and picked up the seal I hadn't realize I'd dropped. A questioning and slightly amused brow arched at me.
I blushed, hesitant as to whether or not to confess. Yes, I admit the seal's cute and all, but to tell Kaiba that was just so.._wrong_. Besides, he'll probably laugh that haughty laughter of his and blackmail me.
Much to my surprise, Kaiba took the seal and headed towards the cashier. Curious, I followed, eyeing the little toy with puzzlement. What? Does _he_ want it? But the idea of the oh-so-feared CEO hugging a stuffed animal did not seem very plausible.
Still stuck in my foolish vagaries, I nearly collided into a blue trench coat ahead. Startled and on the verge of apologizing, I (thankfully) managed to stop myself when I realized it was none other than Kaiba.
The brunette wore his usual silent demeanor, and as he turned his back to me, I felt something being dropped into my arms. Something white, downy, and with twin molten chocolate swirls.
The seal.
I must have stood there, gaping at Kaiba as his jacket billowed after him in the intangible breeze, caught between embarrassment, curiosity, and..perhaps even a growing gratitude. Why the cold, stoic man bought the toy - and for me, of all people - was an enigma that'll never be solved. Maybe it was his way of giving me his condolence after what had happened? Or maybe this is just a ploy to keep me off my guard? Or maybe..
I hesitated and climbed into the waiting limo.
..Kaiba's changing for the best?
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*Ra as in the sun rising..not the god Ra ^_^
**The Great Queen of Egypt is the main queen, in this case Yami's mother
***Toth is the god of writing in Ancient Egypt
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NEXT TIME...
-Yami attempts to cook
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YK: I officially declare that I suck!
Yami: Yes..you do
YK: No, really.. *points up* I mean, look at all that unworthy, pitiful stuff I wrote.. *sighs* My career is definitely _not_ an authoress..
Yami: Don't worry. You have my agreement. But I think your problem is that you can't write in first person
YK: ..Thus, *bows to readers* I'm terribly sorry if the entire thing was pointless, confusing, and just plain bad. If you have any suggestions on how to improve this first-person narrative thing, then please feel free to tell me! Arigatou!
Yami: And don't forget to R&R ^_^