Unfinished Symphony

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh yet. I can't even find Shonen Jump (mumbles threats though clenched teeth)!!!!!! Oh well I'm going to Toronto soon!!!!^_^ I also don't own any Erlenmeyer flasks I just think they look and sound cool!!! I also don't have any blue roses. No sadly they don't come in the shade I like. I also don't own the rights to Pachabel's Cannon (I do own a CD of it though!!!!)

~No actual Erlenmeyer flasks were broken in the making of this story. You can all calm down and stop writing letters.~ PS: Mokuba's ok!!!! So don't worry Eriko!!!!

BIG DISCLAIMER!: Ok you must read this. The number 119 is the ACTUAL Japanese emergency number and I ask you to NOT phone it!!!! I don't know if it works from here but all you'll get is probably some operator talking in Japanese. It's the Japanese equivalent to 911. So I ask you to NOT in any way shape or form to actually phone this number!!!!! It would be prank phoning!!!! Do you crank call 911??? Remember there are actual people in Japan using this number for emergency cases like we do over here. So respect 119 like you do 911. Otherwise you'll get in serous trouble or risk other people's lives. I just wanted to clear this up so people don't go doing dumb things. Anyway remember the number just in case you are in Japan and REALLY need to use it for an emergency. Aregatou!!!^_^

Ok after that long note on with the story!!!

Chapter II: Blue Roses on Breaking Glass



The rain fell down in a huge downpour as Nikko ran to the school soaked form head to foot. She didn't care she knew she couldn't afford any detention, but that wasn't bothering her. She usually would drive her car to school but she couldn't use it today because she needed to put a new battery in it.

What was bothering her is what she saw on the screen of her computer last night and the music that kept on playing, haunting her inwardly. What did it mean? 'Troubled'? What or who was 'troubled'? She tried to knock the thoughts out of her mind as she made her way towards the steps of the school.

She got into the building as she took her jacket off and sighed as she made her way towards the locker. She took off her shoes and put on her indoor ones as she grabbed her books and shoved her jacket into the locker.

She made her way down the hallway when she heard a familiar sound; it was again Pachabel's Canon. She looked down the hallway to see a figure standing down it looking at her. It was a young boy with long messy raven hair.

She recognized him as she called out his name, "Mokuba?"

The boy didn't respond to her and just kept on looking at her with a blank stare.

She walked closer to him as she spoke, "What are you doing here? You should be at school. What if your brother found you here? Or are you looking for him?"

He still didn't respond as she walked closer with the music growing louder with each step she took.

The boy turned around and started running in the other direction.

Nikko dropped her books down to the ground and started running after him shouting, "Mokuba! Mokuba, stop!"

He didn't heed to her calls, as he continued to run turning corners as he ran down the corridors.

Nikko continually tried in vain to get him to stop, as she found her self- running up stairs, not knowing where she was going. What was with Mokuba? What was he doing here? Why was he running? Was this really Mokuba? She knew the only way to find out was to continue the chase.

She soon found herself on the roof of the school as the rain continued to pour down. The rain hit her soaking her clothes with no jacket to protect them.

She again tried to call out, "Mokuba, please let's go back inside! You'll catch cold."

They boy stopped, turned around looking at her with empty black orbs. He just stared at her for a minute with his empty eyes, with no emotion, no life at all. Those eyes, which looked at Nikko with a deathy glare, stopped her in her place. She stood not able to move in fear of those eyes would strike her down if she dared even take a step.

She knew this boy could not be Mokuba.

She took a deep breath and spoke, "Who are you? I know your not Mokuba."

The boy continued to stare at her, not caring to give her an answer. He stared at her emotionless as he took one of his hands from behind his back. He held something in it; it looked like from what Nikko could see a rose. A rose of a shade she had not seen before, for it was dark blue. A blue rose, of pure color.

Nikko looked at the rose the boy held. Why was it blue? The boy started to walk towards her. He was standing right in front of her as he gave her the blue rose, she accepted it. She studied the rose carefully to see the blueness of it, which of no like has ever seen. She gently lifted the rose to near nose to smell, it smelled so sweet, and it smelled like eternity.

She then heard a sound of tinkling glass. Her mind shot a picture of glass falling on the floor as the sound of it continued to echo in her mind. She tuned around to find herself in the hallway again where she first saw the boy. She again heard the sound of glass crashing to the floor. She looked to what happened.

She saw a box lying on the floor with broken glass spilling out of it. She looked up to see who dropped it. She looked to see the fear stricken face of Kaiba Seto.

She looked at him with astonishment. What happened? What scared him so much as to drop a box filled with glass? She wondered as she walked up towards him, his face still stricken down with fear.

She questioned him, "What's wrong Kaiba?"

He gave her no response as he continued to stare in fear, as if he's looking right though her.

She tried to get his attention again, "Can you hear me Kaiba?"

Still he gave her no response as if he couldn't hear her at all.

She put her hand on his face trying to get him to pay attention to her, but he didn't respond to her touch ether. It was like she wasn't even there.

She decided to turn around to see what he was looking at, maybe she might find out what made him so scared.

She turned around from him and saw kids and teachers all huddled on the floor around something or someone. She couldn't see what it was because everyone was blocking her view.

She walked a bit closer to see that it was someone lying on the floor looking as if she had fainted. She studied the person who looked like a girl. She saw the books that were lying on the floor beside her as if she dropped them when she had fainted.

She looked at the girls' face, which looked pale. The features on it looked so familiar to her that she took a few more steps closer. As she got closer she recognized that face the person for who it belonged to. It was hers. Nikko was the person lying on the floor.

She knelled beside herself and looked at her own face. Why was she lying on the floor? What had happened? She didn't remember falling. Was it that boy? Did he do this? Maybe she wasn't really running after him. What's going on?

She hugged herself as tears flowed down her face. She held herself tightly as if trying to reconnect herself back together, but sadly it was no use.

She heard a teacher beside her ask to a student, "Did someone phone 119?"

She saw some students who had heard Kaiba drop the box with glass init looking at him. They too were shocked to see Kaiba look like that. No one had ever saw Kaiba look with fear stricken across his face. She wondered what was going though his mind as of now.

Kaiba looked at the figure lying on the floor as teachers ran to call 119. He thought back remembering what happened before he saw Nikko lying on the floor.

The science teacher, Young sensei, who was a transfer teacher from Canada, asked him to go down to the office and bring the Erlenmeyer flasks that had been recently delivered to the school.

He was on his way back too the science room and was walking down the hallway when he saw a crowded group of students hovering over someone. He looked to see who it was and when he got a clear view he saw a girl whom he recognized. It looked to be like Nikko. Shock fell upon his face as he realized that it was Nikko. With that realization the box of Erlenmeyer flasks fell from his hands and fell down to the floor shattering each and every flask, as the broken pieces spilled from the box and onto the floor.

He couldn't move for fear it was real. Everyone looked at him and his face shocked all. How could Kaiba Seto the man with no feelings, be stricken down with suck fear?

Kaiba felt a chill on his face, as if the winter's cold frosty hands were touching his fair warm skin.

Why? He wondered. Why am I so afraid? What happened to her? What can I do? I can't do anything. Kami-sama, why do I feel so helpless? I can't stand it!

Nikko felt more tears fall down her face, but she wasn't crying for herself, she was crying for Kaiba. Why? Why did you have to see this?

She looked down at her feet and saw again the blue rose that she had gotten from the boy. She bent down to pick it up. She felt the soft petal of the rose with its deep blue shade. Her left hand twirled the rose in her hand as she looked at it mournfully, as if mentally praying to it to find an answer she couldn't find.

She felt her hand prick a thorn. She put the rose in her other hand as she looked at her finger which started to bleed red. How could she be bleeding if she was lying on the ground? She wondered as the blood rolled down her finger, she watched it drip from her finger and on to one of the petals of the rose. The red blood hit the petal of the blue rose. The red on the blue, it looked so odd as if the red defied the blue in some odd way.

She saw the rose as it started to turn black at the spot where the red blood fell. She saw it as it turned completely black and started to wither away. She continued to watch as the rose fell apart in her hands, as it fell apart she found herself grow weak as she fainted on to the floor.

She woke up as the paramedics were reviving her in the hallway. Everyone looked relived as they saw her open her eyes.

Kaiba stood there beside everyone as he sighed heavily relived that she was awake. Sadly his happiness did not last long as he saw a janitor cleaning up the scatted glass on the floor and a teacher walking towards him.

The teacher stopped to talk to Kaiba, "Kaiba Seto about the glass-"

Kaiba glared at him cutting him off, "Don't worry I'll pay for it."

The teacher looked shocked and tired to answer back, "No it's not that! I just wanted-"

Kaiba grabbed his checkbook from his pocket and started to write down on it, as he spoke again interrupting the teacher, "Will a thousand cover it?"

Kaiba ripped the check from the book and handed it to the teacher. When the teacher looked at it he was flabbergasted and tried to speak, "You didn't have to pay for it."

Kaiba looked at him coldly, "Keep it. It's more that what those Erlenmeyer flasks were worth." He walked down the hallway back to class leaving the teacher in shock.

All that was going though Kaiba's mind right now was Nikko. Is she ok? That stupid teacher didn't even let me see if they were going to take her the hospital. What happened to her? I wish I knew. I'll find out tomorrow, even if I have to drag it out of her.

He walked down the hallway as he passed by the music room hearing the band playing music. They were playing something he hadn't heard for along time as he recognized it. The music he recognized made him smile with a thought of remembrance as he whispered the name, "Pachabel's Canon."

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: I hope you like this chapter. I know it's strange but I hope you like enough review!!^_^