Disclaimer: Alright. I'll try to make this longer than last time. I know I
know. I haven't
been writing the best stuff lately, but it'll get better. This will mostly be Yami and Seto
viewpoints. maybe a little Yugi. I'm trying incorporate Jono and the minor characters a
little more. Not working, ne? I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did Anzu would not exist.
~Seto's Perspective~
Where he was he didn't know. What he was doing he didn't know. Was he crazy?
What was with the stupid trenchcoat he was wearing? Hell, he didn't know. Someone
fucking tell him already.
People passed him by; unknown faces with staring eyes and unfriendly expressions. He
put his hands in his coat pockets, wondering what would become of him. Who the hell
was he? Why did he care whether he lived or died? He sure as hell didn't. Did he used to
swear like a sailor, or was this a recent change?
"Hello, my dear. Are you lost, my little lamb?" an older woman asked him
suspiciously. She had come out of the shadows and was now grasping his shoulder in a
disturbing fashion.
He wrenched his arm from her iron-clad grasp, shaking his head silently as he backed
away. The old woman looked at him with a snarling expression on her twisted, wrinkled
face. She did however go on her way.
He walked for a while longer, his feet beginning to get tired. He wondered if his life
was only a dream. wondered if all of what remained was an aftershock of before he
woke up.
He suddenly tripped, letting out a loud gasp as he fell to the hard cement, landing face
first in a puddle. Letting out a small whimper of pain, he stood up, only to fall back over.
His knee was gushing blood. Dammit all to hell.
Crawling into a dark, secluded corner, he curled himself into a small ball, whimpering
again. Rain started to patter against his forehead, the droplets dripping down into his eyes
as his vision blurred. Sniffling, he curled up tighter, his body shivering as he began to sob
silently.
He wondered what his life had been like before he had arrived at this demented state
of mind. Maybe he had someone who cared about him somewhere. Someone who needed
him more than anything in the world. Maybe somewhere he was loved. He leaned against
the cold brick wall that seemed to surround and entrap him at the same time.
It was cold. He was tired; weary. All he could think of now was where his next meal
was coming from. It had been two hours. a man had to eat. God it was cold. Before he
could even begin to brainstorm a living plan for himself, he had falling asleep, his head
bouncing silently against the street, numbing rain pounding in his ears.
~Yami's Perspective~
Three cities, two towns, and a village in the middle of nowhere. Where the hell was
Seto? Yami circled another block impatiently, looking for something, anything, that
would give him a clue to the whereabouts of his arch-nemesis. Still nothing.
He was beginning to get discouraged again. After all, it had been almost a week now.
Anything could have happened to Kaiba in the state of mind he was in. After all, Kaiba
was now officially labeled DEAD on the news; why shouldn't he believe it too.
Last night he had called Yugi to tell him there was no sign of Kaiba. Apparently his
partner had been watching the news because the second he had mentioned Seto's name,
Yugi burst into a fresh batch of tears.
"Yami, he can't be dead! Please, you need to find him! Prove everyone wrong like you
always do!", he sobbed hysterically. Yami sighed deeply.
"Aibou, if I find him I find him. If I don't. well, you have to accept that I might not
ever find Seto. In any case, I will continue the search for a few more weeks. a month at
the most. If I can't find him by then. Well, I might as well give up." He heard wailing
again on the other end of the phone. Not being able to take it anymore, he hung up, a sigh
of pure annoyance escaping his lips.
Stuffing his hands into the sides of his belt, he walked on. In the village he was
currently in, a festival appeared to be going on. He raised his head, looking through his
bangs as brightly colored fireworks shot up like stars into the sky. Exploding with loud
bangs, they looked like spider webs, or cracked ice on a cold winter's day.
Dammit, shouldn't have thought of that. He shivered silently, having forgotten that
winter had its icy grip on Japan right now. What to do now, he wondered.
Suddenly, he saw a flash. White, brown. were those blue eyes? Dropping the corn
dog he had just purchased, (Why they called them corn dogs he would never know. They
weren't made of corn OR dogs. or so he thought.), he sped around the corner, shouting
loudly at the guy who looked remarkably like Kaiba.
"Kaiba-kun! Wait, can't you just slow down?!", he screamed. The man looked at him,
a frightened expression on his face as he turned and ran in the opposite direction. Yami,
startled, wondered if he were really that scary looking, or if the man was even Kaiba. Oh
well. No knowing until one asked right?
~Seto's Perspective~
He was just walking down the street, minding his own business when someone yelled
something at him. Turning, thinking maybe he had jaywalked or something, her turned,
expecting a cop to be there or something. It wasn't.
To say the least, he was a very scary looking person. He was dressed all in black
leather, belts hanging off of his waist like wings. His hair was a fiery red and spiked high
atop his head. With complimenting yellow bangs, he had amethyst colored eyes which lit
up as he ran toward him.
Scared, Kaiba instinctively ran in the other direction, afraid he was about to be beat up.
It wasn't fun he was sure. So he ran quickly and as fast as he could, gasping for breath as
the man chased him, yelling something at him.
He turned a corner, trying to loose the man as he panted softly, his trenchcoat flying
out behind him. He wished he could fly. It would certainly help him now.
"Kaiba-kun!! Come back! I need to talk to you!", the man yelled. Kaiba? Who was
that? Did that guy know him or something. He couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just a trick
to make him stop running.
A little child, no older than three, suddenly crossed into his running path. Move kid!,
he whispered to himself silently. The child stopped, looking up at him, startled and too
afraid to do anything. He had to stop. If he didn't the kid would be trampled. So he did.
Screeching to a halt, he ran into a few trash cans as he avoided hitting the young boy.
This was it. He was trapped. Moved back into a corned like a stray dog. He looked up
just in time to see the man approaching him. Now he was standing over him.
He cowered back, knowing he was going to die.
KChan: I hope this satisfied some of you for now. Sorry. I have a bit of writer's block at the moment. I know it's not the best. It'll get better hopefully. Next time, we'll see what happens when Yami confronts Seto about his past. Will Seto ever remember his life?
been writing the best stuff lately, but it'll get better. This will mostly be Yami and Seto
viewpoints. maybe a little Yugi. I'm trying incorporate Jono and the minor characters a
little more. Not working, ne? I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did Anzu would not exist.
~Seto's Perspective~
Where he was he didn't know. What he was doing he didn't know. Was he crazy?
What was with the stupid trenchcoat he was wearing? Hell, he didn't know. Someone
fucking tell him already.
People passed him by; unknown faces with staring eyes and unfriendly expressions. He
put his hands in his coat pockets, wondering what would become of him. Who the hell
was he? Why did he care whether he lived or died? He sure as hell didn't. Did he used to
swear like a sailor, or was this a recent change?
"Hello, my dear. Are you lost, my little lamb?" an older woman asked him
suspiciously. She had come out of the shadows and was now grasping his shoulder in a
disturbing fashion.
He wrenched his arm from her iron-clad grasp, shaking his head silently as he backed
away. The old woman looked at him with a snarling expression on her twisted, wrinkled
face. She did however go on her way.
He walked for a while longer, his feet beginning to get tired. He wondered if his life
was only a dream. wondered if all of what remained was an aftershock of before he
woke up.
He suddenly tripped, letting out a loud gasp as he fell to the hard cement, landing face
first in a puddle. Letting out a small whimper of pain, he stood up, only to fall back over.
His knee was gushing blood. Dammit all to hell.
Crawling into a dark, secluded corner, he curled himself into a small ball, whimpering
again. Rain started to patter against his forehead, the droplets dripping down into his eyes
as his vision blurred. Sniffling, he curled up tighter, his body shivering as he began to sob
silently.
He wondered what his life had been like before he had arrived at this demented state
of mind. Maybe he had someone who cared about him somewhere. Someone who needed
him more than anything in the world. Maybe somewhere he was loved. He leaned against
the cold brick wall that seemed to surround and entrap him at the same time.
It was cold. He was tired; weary. All he could think of now was where his next meal
was coming from. It had been two hours. a man had to eat. God it was cold. Before he
could even begin to brainstorm a living plan for himself, he had falling asleep, his head
bouncing silently against the street, numbing rain pounding in his ears.
~Yami's Perspective~
Three cities, two towns, and a village in the middle of nowhere. Where the hell was
Seto? Yami circled another block impatiently, looking for something, anything, that
would give him a clue to the whereabouts of his arch-nemesis. Still nothing.
He was beginning to get discouraged again. After all, it had been almost a week now.
Anything could have happened to Kaiba in the state of mind he was in. After all, Kaiba
was now officially labeled DEAD on the news; why shouldn't he believe it too.
Last night he had called Yugi to tell him there was no sign of Kaiba. Apparently his
partner had been watching the news because the second he had mentioned Seto's name,
Yugi burst into a fresh batch of tears.
"Yami, he can't be dead! Please, you need to find him! Prove everyone wrong like you
always do!", he sobbed hysterically. Yami sighed deeply.
"Aibou, if I find him I find him. If I don't. well, you have to accept that I might not
ever find Seto. In any case, I will continue the search for a few more weeks. a month at
the most. If I can't find him by then. Well, I might as well give up." He heard wailing
again on the other end of the phone. Not being able to take it anymore, he hung up, a sigh
of pure annoyance escaping his lips.
Stuffing his hands into the sides of his belt, he walked on. In the village he was
currently in, a festival appeared to be going on. He raised his head, looking through his
bangs as brightly colored fireworks shot up like stars into the sky. Exploding with loud
bangs, they looked like spider webs, or cracked ice on a cold winter's day.
Dammit, shouldn't have thought of that. He shivered silently, having forgotten that
winter had its icy grip on Japan right now. What to do now, he wondered.
Suddenly, he saw a flash. White, brown. were those blue eyes? Dropping the corn
dog he had just purchased, (Why they called them corn dogs he would never know. They
weren't made of corn OR dogs. or so he thought.), he sped around the corner, shouting
loudly at the guy who looked remarkably like Kaiba.
"Kaiba-kun! Wait, can't you just slow down?!", he screamed. The man looked at him,
a frightened expression on his face as he turned and ran in the opposite direction. Yami,
startled, wondered if he were really that scary looking, or if the man was even Kaiba. Oh
well. No knowing until one asked right?
~Seto's Perspective~
He was just walking down the street, minding his own business when someone yelled
something at him. Turning, thinking maybe he had jaywalked or something, her turned,
expecting a cop to be there or something. It wasn't.
To say the least, he was a very scary looking person. He was dressed all in black
leather, belts hanging off of his waist like wings. His hair was a fiery red and spiked high
atop his head. With complimenting yellow bangs, he had amethyst colored eyes which lit
up as he ran toward him.
Scared, Kaiba instinctively ran in the other direction, afraid he was about to be beat up.
It wasn't fun he was sure. So he ran quickly and as fast as he could, gasping for breath as
the man chased him, yelling something at him.
He turned a corner, trying to loose the man as he panted softly, his trenchcoat flying
out behind him. He wished he could fly. It would certainly help him now.
"Kaiba-kun!! Come back! I need to talk to you!", the man yelled. Kaiba? Who was
that? Did that guy know him or something. He couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just a trick
to make him stop running.
A little child, no older than three, suddenly crossed into his running path. Move kid!,
he whispered to himself silently. The child stopped, looking up at him, startled and too
afraid to do anything. He had to stop. If he didn't the kid would be trampled. So he did.
Screeching to a halt, he ran into a few trash cans as he avoided hitting the young boy.
This was it. He was trapped. Moved back into a corned like a stray dog. He looked up
just in time to see the man approaching him. Now he was standing over him.
He cowered back, knowing he was going to die.
KChan: I hope this satisfied some of you for now. Sorry. I have a bit of writer's block at the moment. I know it's not the best. It'll get better hopefully. Next time, we'll see what happens when Yami confronts Seto about his past. Will Seto ever remember his life?