Chapter 3: Mac the Knife
Seto walked into his office for the second time that day. He shut the door quietly and locked it. He walked over to the computer and boot it up. The humming of it starting was almost comforting.
He sat down at his desk and loaded a program. But, a program he wasn't expecting popped up. Seto gasped. The program was one he had made when he was just seven years old.
*Flash Back*
Seven year old Seto Kaiba reluctantly walked into his adopted father's office, his small hand clutching a floppy disk. His 'father's' name was Gozaburo.
"Sir?" asked the young Seto shyly.
"What? Can't you see I'm busy, you little brat?!" yelled Gozaburo, slowly turning around to face Seto, his eyes leaving the computer screen.
"Sorry, sir. I made a program, and I thought you might want to see it," Seto gulped.
"Give me that! Get your lazy butt over here!" growled Gozaburo.
Seto walked over to him and tried as best he could to politely hand Gozaburo the disk.
Gozaburo snatched the disk greedily out of Seto's hands, and popped it into the floppy drive.
After skimming carefully through the hours of hard work Seto had put in to it, Gozaburo said something. "Seto, this program you have made, it's all worthless!"
Seto looked at Gozaburo, his eyes widening. "But, sir." That was all Seto had managed to utter.
"Bull! This is all bull!" screamed Gozaburo, first pressing a key, then ejecting the floppy disk.
He had secretly saved the program to use for his own needs. He could make even more money with it! The work in the program was far past the intelligence of a seven-year-old. Why, some of Gozaburo's employees couldn't even do that.
Seto had tears forming in his eyes.
Gozaburo looked at him and laughed, then threw the disk to the floor.
"Don't ever give me trash again! And just for that, you get a beating! Come closer!"
Seto walked closer to his adopted father in utter fear.
Gozaburo stood up and removed his belt. "Hold out your hands! Now!" he screamed.
Seto held out his hands and felt sting after sting of searing pain.
Gozaburo whipped Seto's hands until they bled. He was doing this for his own enjoyment, of course.
"There! You've had your discipline! Now get out of my face before I whip you more!" Gozaboru shouted.
"Yes, sir," said Seto shakily. With blood slowly seeping from his hands, he picked up his disk and ran to the safety of his room.
Once inside, he angrily threw the disk into the trash can, and flopped down on his bed.
Seto started crying into his pillow, some blood mixing with tears, forming a murky color.
"No one loves me," he said to himself, over and over, until finally, he cried himself to sleep, curled up in to a little ball.
*End Flash Back*
Seto stared at the screen, a burning pain eating away at his heart.
Seto gaped for a few seconds longer, then shut down the computer angrily.
He needed something to get away from the pain. He opened his desk drawer and saw the single, solitary knife he had placed there a few months ago. He had forgotten about it.
Seto had actually never cut himself before. He was too afraid to. 'But not any more,' he thought.
He pushed up the sleeve of his coat. Then, he picked up the knife and pressed the blade against his wrist.
"Here goes nothing," he said, and slid the knife across it.
"Holy -" Seto let out a string of curses. "That hurts like heck!"
He gritted his teeth. The pain in his wrist was so great, that tears were forming in his eyes. "Why'd I do that?" he questioned himself.
Then, like magic, the pain in his arm subsided. The cut had started to feel good. He had forgotten about the pain in his heart, and was concentrating on the morphing pain in his wrist.
Seto smiled strangely, and cut himself again. Then, he started to sing softly.
"Mac, the knife, Mac the knife." sang Seto.
Then, Seto looked at his bloodied arm.
"Oh, no. I better clean this up before Téa sees it."
Seto slowly opened the door to his office. His coat sleeve was still up. He poked his head outside to make sure Téa wasn't to be seen.
Then, with Mac the knife in hand, he tiptoed down the hall, and towards the bathroom. He was just about home free when he thumped into someone. That someone was Téa.
"Kaiba, what happened?" Téa exclaimed.
Seto just stood there, unsure of how to answer.
Disclaimer: I do not own, "Yu-Gi-Oh!" although I wish I did. ^_^ Kazuki Takahashi does. ^_^ I do not own the song, "Mac, the Knife," either.
A/N: Hey guys! ^_^ Just to let you know, I won't be around from Friday night until about Monday afternoon. I'm going camping. ^_^ So, sorry. No updates until then. The same goes for my other fic, "The Stuff We Never Hear." I may or may not get chapter 10 up before Monday. ^_^
Thank-you to all of my wonderful reviewers, once again! -huggles them all- Love ya guys! ;)
Peace Angel: Hey! ^_^ I have figured out who you are! I sent you an email, didn't you get it? ^_^ Thank you for reviewing! -huggles- Well, later *cough* Yellow *cough* ^_^
See you all later and in the next chapter! ^_^ Byz!
~Blue-Kool-Aid~
Seto walked into his office for the second time that day. He shut the door quietly and locked it. He walked over to the computer and boot it up. The humming of it starting was almost comforting.
He sat down at his desk and loaded a program. But, a program he wasn't expecting popped up. Seto gasped. The program was one he had made when he was just seven years old.
*Flash Back*
Seven year old Seto Kaiba reluctantly walked into his adopted father's office, his small hand clutching a floppy disk. His 'father's' name was Gozaburo.
"Sir?" asked the young Seto shyly.
"What? Can't you see I'm busy, you little brat?!" yelled Gozaburo, slowly turning around to face Seto, his eyes leaving the computer screen.
"Sorry, sir. I made a program, and I thought you might want to see it," Seto gulped.
"Give me that! Get your lazy butt over here!" growled Gozaburo.
Seto walked over to him and tried as best he could to politely hand Gozaburo the disk.
Gozaburo snatched the disk greedily out of Seto's hands, and popped it into the floppy drive.
After skimming carefully through the hours of hard work Seto had put in to it, Gozaburo said something. "Seto, this program you have made, it's all worthless!"
Seto looked at Gozaburo, his eyes widening. "But, sir." That was all Seto had managed to utter.
"Bull! This is all bull!" screamed Gozaburo, first pressing a key, then ejecting the floppy disk.
He had secretly saved the program to use for his own needs. He could make even more money with it! The work in the program was far past the intelligence of a seven-year-old. Why, some of Gozaburo's employees couldn't even do that.
Seto had tears forming in his eyes.
Gozaburo looked at him and laughed, then threw the disk to the floor.
"Don't ever give me trash again! And just for that, you get a beating! Come closer!"
Seto walked closer to his adopted father in utter fear.
Gozaburo stood up and removed his belt. "Hold out your hands! Now!" he screamed.
Seto held out his hands and felt sting after sting of searing pain.
Gozaburo whipped Seto's hands until they bled. He was doing this for his own enjoyment, of course.
"There! You've had your discipline! Now get out of my face before I whip you more!" Gozaboru shouted.
"Yes, sir," said Seto shakily. With blood slowly seeping from his hands, he picked up his disk and ran to the safety of his room.
Once inside, he angrily threw the disk into the trash can, and flopped down on his bed.
Seto started crying into his pillow, some blood mixing with tears, forming a murky color.
"No one loves me," he said to himself, over and over, until finally, he cried himself to sleep, curled up in to a little ball.
*End Flash Back*
Seto stared at the screen, a burning pain eating away at his heart.
Seto gaped for a few seconds longer, then shut down the computer angrily.
He needed something to get away from the pain. He opened his desk drawer and saw the single, solitary knife he had placed there a few months ago. He had forgotten about it.
Seto had actually never cut himself before. He was too afraid to. 'But not any more,' he thought.
He pushed up the sleeve of his coat. Then, he picked up the knife and pressed the blade against his wrist.
"Here goes nothing," he said, and slid the knife across it.
"Holy -" Seto let out a string of curses. "That hurts like heck!"
He gritted his teeth. The pain in his wrist was so great, that tears were forming in his eyes. "Why'd I do that?" he questioned himself.
Then, like magic, the pain in his arm subsided. The cut had started to feel good. He had forgotten about the pain in his heart, and was concentrating on the morphing pain in his wrist.
Seto smiled strangely, and cut himself again. Then, he started to sing softly.
"Mac, the knife, Mac the knife." sang Seto.
Then, Seto looked at his bloodied arm.
"Oh, no. I better clean this up before Téa sees it."
Seto slowly opened the door to his office. His coat sleeve was still up. He poked his head outside to make sure Téa wasn't to be seen.
Then, with Mac the knife in hand, he tiptoed down the hall, and towards the bathroom. He was just about home free when he thumped into someone. That someone was Téa.
"Kaiba, what happened?" Téa exclaimed.
Seto just stood there, unsure of how to answer.
Disclaimer: I do not own, "Yu-Gi-Oh!" although I wish I did. ^_^ Kazuki Takahashi does. ^_^ I do not own the song, "Mac, the Knife," either.
A/N: Hey guys! ^_^ Just to let you know, I won't be around from Friday night until about Monday afternoon. I'm going camping. ^_^ So, sorry. No updates until then. The same goes for my other fic, "The Stuff We Never Hear." I may or may not get chapter 10 up before Monday. ^_^
Thank-you to all of my wonderful reviewers, once again! -huggles them all- Love ya guys! ;)
Peace Angel: Hey! ^_^ I have figured out who you are! I sent you an email, didn't you get it? ^_^ Thank you for reviewing! -huggles- Well, later *cough* Yellow *cough* ^_^
See you all later and in the next chapter! ^_^ Byz!
~Blue-Kool-Aid~
