Seto had heard her leave.
He had done nothing, thinking she was simply going out for a stroll or heading down to the washroom. Or perhaps he had been too lazy to question her actions. He had even had a faint glimpse of her grasping her clothing in a small bundle, but he had done nothing. Now she was gone.
And to think that he could trust her.
But then again, why not? She had told him that she would be on his side, not some maniac brother of hers. She had given him her faithful word that she would not leave his side. She had kissed him, too; she had leaned in at the same time that he had leaned in. It was a two-way kiss. That had to mean something.
Maybe she hadn't betrayed him. Maybe she had gone out and gotten lost. But the chance of that happening was as slim as Marik turning to the good side.
With a melancholy sigh, Seto packed his bags. It was early dawn; streaks of sunlight were only beginning to seep through the clouds. Seto stopped at a nearby bar for breakfast. He felt crazed and wanted to let all the bundled up emotions out of his system.
There was a two-man band playing up on stage: a drummer and a guitarist who also sang. Seto watched them for a few minutes, then ordered bacon, eggs, and two Scotches. The alcohol left his mouth dry and the food tasteless, but he was feeling better, more giddy-headed. When he looked around, he saw three ladies swinging their heads to the music. They looked to be a few years older than himself. Without stopping to think, he walked over to their table.
"Would any of you ladies care to join me for a dance?" Seto asked politely. One of the ladies muttered "and who are you?" under her breath, but another one stood up. Seto led her to the center of the floor. The lady, who's name he found out was Kara, giggled as she danced.
"How old are you?" asked Seto, yelling over the noise.
"Twenty-two!" answered Kara. "What about you?"
Seto's immediate reply would have been seventeen, but he didn't want to be shooed away by an older woman.
"Twenty-three!" he yelled. He gulped when he said it, but Kara didn't seem to notice.
"So what are you doing here so early in the morning?" she asked.
"Hey, you're here too!" he answered with a chuckle. "Well, I just needed to get crazy. I have a stressful life!"
"College?" she asked.
"Er…"
"I mean do you have a stressful life because you're in college?" she asked.
"No, I…"
"What, did you flunk out of school or something?"
"No! I…graduated…" Suddenly, Seto forgot what age people
graduate from college.
"Oh, ok. So where'd you go?"
"Go?" he asked. This conversation was gradually sliding down a hill.
"College! Are you drunk or something?"
"No! Not drunk! I mean, I'm not drunk. I…went to college at…I forgot the name…"
Kara looked at Seto oddly and took him back to her table.
"Hey buddy, you're drunk. You better sit down before you pass out or puke all over the place." She ordered a glass of water for him.
Suddenly he heard that squeaky voice inside his head again. Perfect timing, he thought.
Isis. What are you doing here? He heard faint words, but he made them out. He didn't realize he was leaning forward on the table until his forehead touched the glass of water.
"Hey, whatever you said your name is, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" Kara yelled.
"Shhhh!" Seto shot his finger up to his mouth, still trying to listen.
I…
What? Does this have to do with Kaiba?
No…yes! Yes! He…I know where he is! I can-
And why would I want to know where he is?
If you want to-
What? Huh? He means nothing to me! I just needed his goddamn brother!
The voices were louder now, and Seto had to strain his neck to try and lower the sound. It felt like his eardrums were popping.
"Hey someone! Call an ambulance! This guy's having a breakdown! Look, he's just…staring, and sweating!"
Marik, just…
What have you been doing, Isis? What, did you go see him or something? DID YOU?
No! I mean, yes. I did. I'm sorry. But I…just leave him alone. Leave his brother alone. Please…
So you turned against me, somehow! I told you, I'd kill you if you got involved in this! And you just went right ahead and-
Just leave me alone, please? I promise I won't help him anymore…I promise…
Oh, so you were helping him?!
Seto did not realize that the bar had gone silent or that everyone was staring at him until he felt a deafening slap across his cheek. He fell back from his chair, stunned.
"What the? No!" He realized he had lost connection with Marik and Isis.
"C'mon, son! We're takin' you to the hospital," a gruff voice grunted. "Don't know what you had here, but you ain't right!"
"Again? I just – No! Let me go! Please! I'm ok! Look! I can walk, I can talk."
But he was already lying on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance. The sirens sounded, and he felt a nauseating gush as it took off.
"What happened?" one doctor asked the other. Seto looked back and forth at them like they were crazy. He gave up trying to get their attention and lay down for a few seconds. Then, making up his mind, he sat up and dealt the two doctors with a kick to their stomachs, one with each of his legs. Then, he banged open the ambulance door and was immediately swept out onto the street. He bounced on the hard gravel for ten yards. By the time his body stopped, he felt faint. Blood was gushing down his leg. But before he could even take in his pain, he realized he had no idea where Marik and Isis were.
"You all right there, buddy?" a pedestrian passing by asked. "Ugh. Blood. You need an ambulance? I got a phone."
"Ah, I'm alright," Seto panted. He staggered onto the sidewalk to avoid oncoming cars. Mokuba, he thought.
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dxdevlin: well, sorry. long time no update but im getting sick of writing fanfics anyway. o well, that chapter was kind of weird and I have no idea whats gonna happen or where this is going. if u have any suggestions, im here to hear them, k?
seto: yes suggestions r good. blood gushing down my leg. how do u kick two doctors at once and push open an ambulance door? that's weird yo.