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CHAPTER 13:
continued from chpt. 12…
"Everything? I really don't know much about any of them, actually. I apologize that I can't be of much use." Mr. Motto scratched his head, but couldn't think of any useful information he might have known.
Seto furrowed his eyebrows, deciding what to do.
"It's ok. I think I'll be going now. Sir, thanks a lot for the help you've given me." He stood up and shook Mr. Motto's hand. "It was a pleasure talking with you. I think I'll go have a little chat with Mr. Kenton and this Rezowsky."
"Wait," Mr. Motto shouted as he reached over to the table. "Take these. My conscience tells me there's more to these three objects than meets the eye."
Seto gently placed the crown, the sword, and the heart into his bag. "Thanks," he said as he stepped out of the house. He called for a taxi to take him back to his office, which wasn't locked. Maybe this was a scam, and he wasn't fired. He found Clark Kenton's address in the phone book and proceeded there. Not surprisingly, the house was a grand mansion, worth at least one million, maybe more.
Seto took one deep breath, soothing his chilled nerves, and walked steadily toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and, looking around, spotted a miniature camera peering at him. He stuck his tongue out at it.
A small, shriveled old lady greeted him suspiciously at the door. "What do you want?" her raspy voice croaked out.
"Is…Mr. Kenton home, ma'am?"
"Er, yes, he'll be right with you." With that, she shut the door. After a moment of pacing around the front porch, the door finally opened. Clark Kenton, with his good-natured smile, shook Seto's hand and asked him to come in.
"Good to see you again, my friend," he said.
"I'm not your friend…but no matter. We have to talk. And please, no more lies?"
Mr. Kenton contorted his face as if he had been outrageously accused. "Lies? Right. So let's get down to business. What would you like to talk about?"
Seto began his questioning. "First of all, I don't think you're the owners of Kaiba Corp. You and Rezowsky, I mean. But that's not the important part. The thing I want to know is what connection you had with my stepfather, Gozubaro Kaiba."
For a moment, Mr. Kenton's face twitched, but he then looked up at the ceiling, muttered a few "hmmm…'s", and finally thought up an answer.
"Frankly, we had no real connection. We had just known each other through several social affairs and whatnot."
Seto kept questioning. "So then how did you two become, if what you say is true, the owners of his company? And – " he hastily interrupated as Mr. Kenton was about to answer. "Why did Rezowsky auction off three of his belongings?"
Mr. Kenton changed his expression from good-humored to serious. "I don't – I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do." This time, Seto was smiling. "I need an answer. And no, not any answer. I need the truth."
"Ok…" said Mr. Kenton. "As I said, Mr. Rezowsky and I encountered Gozubaro at social affairs, and we got to know each other. We, back then, had jobs at a local computer company, and when he started Kaiba Corp., he asked if we'd like to work for him."
"And…"
"And so we worked for him. I was the Vice President of the company, while Mr. Rezowsky was his Chief Advisor. When he died, we took over."
"What about the belongings? The crown? The sword? The heart?"
Mr. Kenton seemed to suddenly remember. "Oh, those! They were some belongings he had lying around his office. Rezowsky decided to auction them off. He made a few bucks too…"
Seto shook his head and rolled his eyes. "And you're just made out of a bunch of bull. Every word that comes out of that mouth of yours is a lie. Don't think I'm stupid; I may be seventeen, but I'm a smart little kid."
Mr. Kenton looked grave. "This is my house – I can kick you out if you want. Would you like that? Or would you like to apologize?"
"Apologize? For what? You're the liar; I'm the one who's suffering because of it. If anything, you should apologize to me, and you should give me some real answers before I lose my cool. Do you understand? And yes, I remember now. When we were having that nice little conversation back in my company, you said that Gozubaro had power beyond my imagination, yes? What was that all about? Or do you want to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about again?"
Seto strolled over to the silenced Mr. Kenton and loomed over him. "Tell me the truth. It must be something serious if you have to make a fool out of yourself with all your inept lies. I have a gun, you know. I've heard that rich men cower at bullets."
Mr. Kenton leaned further back in his chair. As if unafraid, he declared, "Show me, then."
With a small chuckle, Seto thrust out a small pistol and pointed it at Mr. Kenton.
"I'm not afraid to pull this trigger with this gun pointing at you head. I'd go to jail, but who cares? In my lifetime, I've lost my parents and I've been tortured to death by my stepfather. I've nearly lost my brother, and now he's gone again. The only time I've loved a woman ended up in her leaving me. I've given up my title as a Duel Monster Champion. I'd think I'd know the meaning of pain, but the question is, do you?"
Mr. Kenton was now visibly
afraid. "Under what conditions will you shoot?"
"On your first lie."
"How will you know if I'm lying?"
"I'll know, all right. My advice is: tell the truth, I'll let you go. You have my word."
"And if – "
"Cut the crap, ok? Start talking. I swear to god, if you stall one more time, I'll pull this trigger. Tell me everything about Gozubaro, this Kaiba Corp. issue, even Marik Ishtar, if you know who he is. I'm an excellent lie-detector, and I will shoot."
Mr. Kenton's brain raced. "You won't shoot."
A single shot rang out, the bullet a centimeter away from hitting Mr. Kenton's ear.
"I'm serious, you moron! Next time, it'll be your ear that goes, then your arms, your legs, a finger at a time…TALK!"
Seto had established what he wanted in Mr. Kenton: fear. He began talking nervously and truthfully, unless he was a very good liar.
"I understand, yes. About your question of whether or not we are the owners of Kaiba Corp., yes we are, and I'm the CEO. You're no one. Gozubaro had powers that came from the crown, the sword, and the heart, and when he adopted you, he passed them on to you. Marik Ishtar…yes, Gozubaro knew him well, and they made a deal. Marik told Gozubaro about his plan to take control of the Millennium Items and – "
"Hold up, hold up. What powers did he have?"
"Uh…those three objects are similar to the Millennium Items, but they're called the Silvers"
"And what do they do?"
"The crown gives you authority and control. With it, you can brainwash people's minds into obeying you. The sword gives you physical as well as mental strength and toughness. The heart can make anyone instantly fall in love with you."
Seto hesitated. This sounded a bit farfetched, but what if it was the truth?
"So these items are somewhat evil," he concluded, testing Mr. Kenton.
"I suppose so."
"So keep going…my stepfather made a deal with Marik…"
"Yes. Gozubaro agreed that to prevent you from destroying his plan, he would instate you as the CEO of his company, Kaiba Corp., so that you would always have something to do."
"I don't understand…"
Mr. Kenton began to ease up. He even mustered a smile. Seto angrily fired a shot that caught a piece of Mr. Kenton's shoe. The shot rang in Mr. Kenton's ears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Marik didn't want you to discover you powers, and Gozubaro told Mr. Rezowsky and I to watch over you, to make sure you didn't somehow discover them. You're really not the CEO; you just think you are. You don't really affect the company at all."
"So how come you fired me?"
"Because Marik told me his plan was almost complete and that you could do whatever you wanted."
Seto froze. "What?"
"The whole point of you being the CEO is so you don't discover your powers and use them to corrupt Marik's plan. Now that his plan is nearly complete, he told us that we don't have to watch you anymore."
"Nearly complete, you say?"
"That's what he said."
"So I have these powers, you say? How do I use them?"
Mr. Kenton opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to conjure an answer.
"HOW DO I USE THEM?" yelled Seto.
"Put on the crown, hold the sword, and kiss the heart."
Seto's eyes gleamed. "Looks like I've got you in a corner, haven't I? Didn't know I had the Silvers, if that's what they're called? Well I do, and I'm going to do as you say. If it works, I let you go. If it doesn't, you're a dead man. So tell me if you're lying now, before it's too late."
"I'm…I'm telling the truth."
"Good." Seto pulled out the three objects out of his bag with his hand still fastened to the trigger. He first put the crown onto his head, as Mr. Kenton had said. Suddenly, Mr. Kenton's eyes changed. They looked straight at him without fear or mirth.
"Are you telling the truth?" Seto questioned, testing out his 'power.'
"Yes," Mr. Kenton answered.
"Take off your shoe."
Mr. Kenton did so.
"If this works, you'll do this, but not if it doesn't." Seto laughed a psychotic laugh. "Break the bone in your finger."
Without hesitation, Mr. Kenton bent his finger further than any finger can go. A sickening crack followed, and the bone stuck out the skin. Blood seeped through his skin. Mr. Kenton yelped in pain.
"So you tell the truth…idiot."
Seto held the sword in his hands. Nothing happened. Alarmed, he held it in fighting position. Still, nothing happened. Wait a second, he thought. Testing his strength, he placed his hand under the sofa and lifted. Surprisingly, it felt as light as a feather. Interesting…he thought.
Seto decided to save the heart for later. It wouldn't do him much use now.
"Bye now, my friend. Hope your finger heals fast. Thanks for all that info. I wasn't going to shoot, you idiot. And I'm no lie-detector. You're just an idiot. Ha, it's hilarious."
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yay that chpt was so long wasn't it? almost 2000 words. wow what an interesting chpt. some of it doesn't make sense but its got all the 'answers'.
((((((()—|||*(0* dude shoot me already (I wish seto had shot me instead)
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thanks for the reviews. u guys r weird!