Disclaimer: Well, this will officially be the SIXTH chapter that I've
written of this story.
Again, thank you all for the reviews. It really means a lot to know that my story is getting
to SOMEONE. heh. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor would I want to. I think I would just
mess it up. too much angst. Hope you all like it. *(A colt is a baby horse for those who
don't know.)
~Yami's Perspective~
Scene; Tokyo city, twelve 'o' clock P.M. Feeling; crabby. Why was I doing this
again? Oh yes. That loser, Seto Kaiba. Why couldn't he have chosen the SPRING to
get lost?
Yami shivered a little at the biting, body-numbing cold that surrounded him. It had
been two days since Yugi had asked him to look for him. Him. Seto. Why couldn't he
have just died or something? Why couldn't he have stayed at his stupid mansion with his
stupid computer and died? It seemed as if time had stopped for Yami. Everything seemed to be going wrong.
Here he was, an ancient Egyptian spirit, a pharoh even, being forced to look for a
worthless human who should have been begging for mercy at his feet. He sighed again.
What a cruel world this was.
Yami stopped in a park, the name he did not know. Sitting down exasperatedly on a
bench, he leaned his head back and sighed yet again, a warm puff of air floating up into
the air. He stared up at the sky, wondering where he could go next. He wasn't Seto
Kaiba. Hell, he didn't even know really what Kaiba was like! Why would he want to find
his archenemy anyway?
Yugi's face floated into his mind, his eyes red and puffy with tears. He seemed so
sad. If Yami couldn't do this for him, what good was he? After all.
Yami smiled, remembering the first time he had actually met Yugi. Yugi. he was
so cute back then. He was just a young child; not a care in the world. Why couldn't things
have stayed like that forever?
Slowly, Yami removed himself from the park bench, stretching a little as he walked.
He was strengthened; Yugi had renewed his confidence. His determination to find Seto
was greater than ever.
~Seto's Perspective~
Where the hell am I?. This does not look like home. What? Why is my head
bleeding? Why the hell can't I remember anything? Wait. Who am I? I-I just can't
remember anything!
Seto rose quickly to his feet, only to flop over again on the hard, cold pavement.
It hurt. Ouch. So this was real. Looking around at his surroundings, he appeared to be in
a large city of some sorts. But where?
He lifted his hand to his forehead, touching it gingerly. He quickly pulled his fingers
back as pain seared through his head. Seto glanced at his fingers. Blood.
"So let me get this straight", he said to himself. "I'm here and I don't know where
here is. I don't even know WHO I am. There's blood on my forehead and I smell like
trash." He stood up again, this time more carefully. He was able to stand, but wobbled
like a new born colt*
"Well, come on feet. Lets find out who we are.", he spoke quietly. Seto then wobbled
off in some random direction, not really sure where to go anyway.
~Next time. We get Yugi's perspective on what's going on. Also, I'll be bringing back
the oh-so-wonderful perspective of Jono. I might try a little something with Bakura, I'm
not sure yet. Be sure to expect a lot more of Kaiba in the next couple of chapters.
Again, thank you all for the reviews. It really means a lot to know that my story is getting
to SOMEONE. heh. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor would I want to. I think I would just
mess it up. too much angst. Hope you all like it. *(A colt is a baby horse for those who
don't know.)
~Yami's Perspective~
Scene; Tokyo city, twelve 'o' clock P.M. Feeling; crabby. Why was I doing this
again? Oh yes. That loser, Seto Kaiba. Why couldn't he have chosen the SPRING to
get lost?
Yami shivered a little at the biting, body-numbing cold that surrounded him. It had
been two days since Yugi had asked him to look for him. Him. Seto. Why couldn't he
have just died or something? Why couldn't he have stayed at his stupid mansion with his
stupid computer and died? It seemed as if time had stopped for Yami. Everything seemed to be going wrong.
Here he was, an ancient Egyptian spirit, a pharoh even, being forced to look for a
worthless human who should have been begging for mercy at his feet. He sighed again.
What a cruel world this was.
Yami stopped in a park, the name he did not know. Sitting down exasperatedly on a
bench, he leaned his head back and sighed yet again, a warm puff of air floating up into
the air. He stared up at the sky, wondering where he could go next. He wasn't Seto
Kaiba. Hell, he didn't even know really what Kaiba was like! Why would he want to find
his archenemy anyway?
Yugi's face floated into his mind, his eyes red and puffy with tears. He seemed so
sad. If Yami couldn't do this for him, what good was he? After all.
Yami smiled, remembering the first time he had actually met Yugi. Yugi. he was
so cute back then. He was just a young child; not a care in the world. Why couldn't things
have stayed like that forever?
Slowly, Yami removed himself from the park bench, stretching a little as he walked.
He was strengthened; Yugi had renewed his confidence. His determination to find Seto
was greater than ever.
~Seto's Perspective~
Where the hell am I?. This does not look like home. What? Why is my head
bleeding? Why the hell can't I remember anything? Wait. Who am I? I-I just can't
remember anything!
Seto rose quickly to his feet, only to flop over again on the hard, cold pavement.
It hurt. Ouch. So this was real. Looking around at his surroundings, he appeared to be in
a large city of some sorts. But where?
He lifted his hand to his forehead, touching it gingerly. He quickly pulled his fingers
back as pain seared through his head. Seto glanced at his fingers. Blood.
"So let me get this straight", he said to himself. "I'm here and I don't know where
here is. I don't even know WHO I am. There's blood on my forehead and I smell like
trash." He stood up again, this time more carefully. He was able to stand, but wobbled
like a new born colt*
"Well, come on feet. Lets find out who we are.", he spoke quietly. Seto then wobbled
off in some random direction, not really sure where to go anyway.
~Next time. We get Yugi's perspective on what's going on. Also, I'll be bringing back
the oh-so-wonderful perspective of Jono. I might try a little something with Bakura, I'm
not sure yet. Be sure to expect a lot more of Kaiba in the next couple of chapters.