Blue Eyes: Thanks reviewers!!! I got reviews, people don't hate it!!
Yay!!
Chibi Angelic Slayer: To answer your question I'm not really planning on any yaoi. I'm not against it, I'm just not sure where it would fit in. So as of now, no yaoi.
setoobsessive: Talented? moi? Thanks a lot, your review really gave me a confidence boost! I'm glad you liked it!
Thanks to everyone else who reviewed too!
Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but not the cannon characters. Does that mean you have to rub it in my face though? *runs away crying, and returns moments later smiling* Ok, I'm over it. On with the chappie! ^_^
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Chapter 2
Aftermath
By: Blue Eyes White Dragon of Ra
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Seth . . . Marik. So now I know who is responsible for doing this to Mokuba. Marik Ishtar, because who else with that name would control a large number of buffoons in purple robes?
I should have killed him when he was in my tournament two months ago. We were on a blimp, it would've been so easy to get rid of him. . . send him crashing to the ground below . . . just like my step-father. If I had killed him then I would still have my little brother.
Yet I let him go. I wanted the chance again to win his Egyptian God Card at some point in the future, so I let him go, and now Mokuba is dead.
No time to dwell on what might've beens, that was for Seto, and Seto died yesterday as well as our brother. I, Kaiba, the surviving half of a broken individual, I am one for action. And now I'm ready to take it . . . as soon as I get one unimportant annoyance out of my way first.
School.
I am standing outside the main office of this useless institution now, impatiently waiting to be admitted. I have no place for this anymore, no time to sit in a class and listen to a teacher with likely half my intelligence blather away about things that concern me no longer. I exist for revenge for my brother, revenge on that monster Marik, and nothing else. So I'm leaving school. I'm here to gather my effects, and then I'll be out of here, never to look back.
Every minute that I stand here could be devoted to tracking down to Marik. As I stand here in this hallway I could be at home, searching for my brother's murderer.
I'm becoming quite impatient indeed.
I don't feel rage when I think of Marik. How could I, when I don't feel anything at all. Marik killed someone, so he must die. An eye for an eye.
No one in the long hallway will even look at me. Can they tell just by looking that I died yesterday? Is that why they skirt to the other side of the hall every time they pass, and jump when I meet their glance? Can they tell that I killed yesterday, and am planning to do it again?
"Come in please, Seto." The door behind my has just swung open, and a nervous looking young secretary stands within, looking at me nervously. I smirk at her obvious fear and she steps back, smoothing her skirt nervously. "Um . . . Seto?" I concede after a short moment, stepping forward, pausing as I pass to murmur in her ear,
"My name is Kaiba. Never call me Seto again."
Without a backward glance I move into the inner office where the principal sat, surrounded by four guidance councilors, smirk widening as the secretary hurries to practically hide behind her desk with a small squeak. Why is she so frightened of me? Perhaps she sees something in my eyes to give her pause.
Forgetting her the moment I enter the inner office, my attention instead focuses on the five adults watching me with apprehension.
"Please, take a seat." he principal says cautiously. He seems to notice something dangerous in my eyes as well, because he refuses to meet them. Pathetic.
I remain standing however, arms crossed.
"I don't think I'll need to, this won't take long."
A sympathetic looking guidance counselor steps forward after a beat.
"We've heard what happened to Mokuba." She says softly. I sigh in exasperation.
"I figured as much." The woman looks taken aback by my lack of emotional response. It's quite obvious that she's never met me before, or she wouldn't look so shocked. She glances to the three counselors, who shrug. The next one steps forward, a kindly looking balding man.
"If you need to talk about what happened, our offices are always open for you . . ."
I roll my eyes impatiently.
"I don't have time for this." I say flatly, and push my way past the stunned shrinks and stop in front of the principal. "I'm leaving. I don't have time for any of this anymore. I have more . . ." I smirk, choosing my wording carefully, "useful things to do with my time. Don't expect me to return." Before anyone can really comprehend what I've just stated I turn and sweep out of the inner office, startling the secretary into dropping a pile of folders she'd been holding. Pausing next to her I crouch down and growl,
"Take me off your attendance lists. I won't be returning." That taken care of, I stand and move out the door.
The bell had since rung and the hallways are eerily silent as I move to my locker to retrieve my laptop, the one possession I'll bother removing from this place. I have many at the mansion, but this is my best. It shall be most useful in tracking down Marik. Opening the simple combination lock I grab the laptop and open my briefcase.
"Kaiba?" Yugi's innocent voice came from down the hallway behind me. "Wait a minute!" The boy catches up to me after a moment, and looks up at my with wide, rounded eyes. I ignore him and shove the sleek black laptop into my silver briefcase. Something slides out of the briefcase as I click it shut, and it drops to the hallway floor, ignored. Once inside I slam my locker shut and turn to face the boy, regarding him coolly.
"Kaiba . . ." Yugi starts after the residing bang from the slamming locker faded down the hallway. "I didn't expect you to be in school today . . . after . . ."
"Don't worry." I reply evenly. "I won't be staying long." I smirk and watch Yugi shiver. What is the boy thinking, I wonder.
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Kaiba looks so different today. I'm not sure why though. Maybe I do.
His eyes are completely empty.
One would think that after his brother died even Kaiba would be feeling something, but he seems instead to be broken, to be completely dead inside. It's horrible to look at his eyes, which seem to show no ounce of emotion. His smirk is nothing like the superior smile he used to wear yesterday. Now it was far more vicious, more feral almost. Just seeing it directed at me here, in this empty hallway, makes me shudder.
Not that I don't have every right to be scared . . . I mean, yesterday I saw him torture a man before stabbing him in the heart. Was that what he was planning on doing to Marik?
Kaiba's feral grin widens, and he comments after a moment,
"I see someone came and unchained you."
I wince slightly at the memory of being tied to the wall for over an hour with two bodies and an unconscious man before him.
"Yeah." I say softly. "Someone heard the cloaked man's screams when you . . . when his hand . . ."
"When I stabbed his hand to get information to get information on Marik." Kaiba says easily.
I force myself to meet his cold gaze.
"Kaiba, don't you feel the least bit sorry? You took a man's life."
Kaiba shows no reaction, only leans in close to me and whispers.
"It's not like it was the first time." I gasp and jump back.
"What?"
"Although I must say, I can't tell which felt better. Knocking my step- father out a window for beating Mokuba or stabbing that whimpering dog for killing him." His voice is completely even, but I think I see something flash the slightest bit when he mentions his step-father.
He turns away quickly, but I can't let him go like this.
"Kaiba, I know what they did to Mokuba was horrible, and you have every right to want revenge, but you can't go and become some vigilante. You can't just go around killing people."
Kaiba spins, eyes narrowed into slits.
"As I learned yesterday, apparently you can." Was that bitterness in his voice? Yes, it was. Maybe Seto wasn't as dead inside of Kaiba as he wants to believe. Before I can say anything else, however, Kaiba turns away and adds softly,
"Get back to class Yugi, you belong here."
And for the second time in two days Kaiba walks away, leaving me staring after him in shock.
After he's gone my gaze moves to the ground, half wishing I hadn't decided to go to the library for my free period, half glad that I did. Something's still alive inside of Kaiba, he didn't totally lose his heart yesterday . . .
I spot something on the floor, something I vaguely remember falling from Kaiba's briefcase moments before. I lean over and pick it up . . . and tears spring to my eyes. I'm holding a locket in the shape of a duel monsters card, one which Kaiba hadn't taken off that I'd seen since he'd had them made. Flipping it open I see a picture of the smiling youngest Kaiba, and I close it quickly, a tear running down my cheek.
Mokuba Kaiba was really dead.
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TBC
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Blue Eyes: Ok, that was really short, and sorry for the lack of action in it, but I needed to get Kaiba to meet up with Yugi somehow. And no, there will be no yaoi between them, Yugi is only looking out for Kaiba like he would for anyone who's in pain. And yes, Kaiba's in pain. Deeply suppressed pain, but pain. Also, Yugi's upset about Mokuba's death as well, so he wants to help.
Don't worry, next chapter will get some more violence in it!! ^_^
As long as I get any reviews . . .
Chibi Angelic Slayer: To answer your question I'm not really planning on any yaoi. I'm not against it, I'm just not sure where it would fit in. So as of now, no yaoi.
setoobsessive: Talented? moi? Thanks a lot, your review really gave me a confidence boost! I'm glad you liked it!
Thanks to everyone else who reviewed too!
Disclaimer: I own some stuff, but not the cannon characters. Does that mean you have to rub it in my face though? *runs away crying, and returns moments later smiling* Ok, I'm over it. On with the chappie! ^_^
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Chapter 2
Aftermath
By: Blue Eyes White Dragon of Ra
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Seth . . . Marik. So now I know who is responsible for doing this to Mokuba. Marik Ishtar, because who else with that name would control a large number of buffoons in purple robes?
I should have killed him when he was in my tournament two months ago. We were on a blimp, it would've been so easy to get rid of him. . . send him crashing to the ground below . . . just like my step-father. If I had killed him then I would still have my little brother.
Yet I let him go. I wanted the chance again to win his Egyptian God Card at some point in the future, so I let him go, and now Mokuba is dead.
No time to dwell on what might've beens, that was for Seto, and Seto died yesterday as well as our brother. I, Kaiba, the surviving half of a broken individual, I am one for action. And now I'm ready to take it . . . as soon as I get one unimportant annoyance out of my way first.
School.
I am standing outside the main office of this useless institution now, impatiently waiting to be admitted. I have no place for this anymore, no time to sit in a class and listen to a teacher with likely half my intelligence blather away about things that concern me no longer. I exist for revenge for my brother, revenge on that monster Marik, and nothing else. So I'm leaving school. I'm here to gather my effects, and then I'll be out of here, never to look back.
Every minute that I stand here could be devoted to tracking down to Marik. As I stand here in this hallway I could be at home, searching for my brother's murderer.
I'm becoming quite impatient indeed.
I don't feel rage when I think of Marik. How could I, when I don't feel anything at all. Marik killed someone, so he must die. An eye for an eye.
No one in the long hallway will even look at me. Can they tell just by looking that I died yesterday? Is that why they skirt to the other side of the hall every time they pass, and jump when I meet their glance? Can they tell that I killed yesterday, and am planning to do it again?
"Come in please, Seto." The door behind my has just swung open, and a nervous looking young secretary stands within, looking at me nervously. I smirk at her obvious fear and she steps back, smoothing her skirt nervously. "Um . . . Seto?" I concede after a short moment, stepping forward, pausing as I pass to murmur in her ear,
"My name is Kaiba. Never call me Seto again."
Without a backward glance I move into the inner office where the principal sat, surrounded by four guidance councilors, smirk widening as the secretary hurries to practically hide behind her desk with a small squeak. Why is she so frightened of me? Perhaps she sees something in my eyes to give her pause.
Forgetting her the moment I enter the inner office, my attention instead focuses on the five adults watching me with apprehension.
"Please, take a seat." he principal says cautiously. He seems to notice something dangerous in my eyes as well, because he refuses to meet them. Pathetic.
I remain standing however, arms crossed.
"I don't think I'll need to, this won't take long."
A sympathetic looking guidance counselor steps forward after a beat.
"We've heard what happened to Mokuba." She says softly. I sigh in exasperation.
"I figured as much." The woman looks taken aback by my lack of emotional response. It's quite obvious that she's never met me before, or she wouldn't look so shocked. She glances to the three counselors, who shrug. The next one steps forward, a kindly looking balding man.
"If you need to talk about what happened, our offices are always open for you . . ."
I roll my eyes impatiently.
"I don't have time for this." I say flatly, and push my way past the stunned shrinks and stop in front of the principal. "I'm leaving. I don't have time for any of this anymore. I have more . . ." I smirk, choosing my wording carefully, "useful things to do with my time. Don't expect me to return." Before anyone can really comprehend what I've just stated I turn and sweep out of the inner office, startling the secretary into dropping a pile of folders she'd been holding. Pausing next to her I crouch down and growl,
"Take me off your attendance lists. I won't be returning." That taken care of, I stand and move out the door.
The bell had since rung and the hallways are eerily silent as I move to my locker to retrieve my laptop, the one possession I'll bother removing from this place. I have many at the mansion, but this is my best. It shall be most useful in tracking down Marik. Opening the simple combination lock I grab the laptop and open my briefcase.
"Kaiba?" Yugi's innocent voice came from down the hallway behind me. "Wait a minute!" The boy catches up to me after a moment, and looks up at my with wide, rounded eyes. I ignore him and shove the sleek black laptop into my silver briefcase. Something slides out of the briefcase as I click it shut, and it drops to the hallway floor, ignored. Once inside I slam my locker shut and turn to face the boy, regarding him coolly.
"Kaiba . . ." Yugi starts after the residing bang from the slamming locker faded down the hallway. "I didn't expect you to be in school today . . . after . . ."
"Don't worry." I reply evenly. "I won't be staying long." I smirk and watch Yugi shiver. What is the boy thinking, I wonder.
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Kaiba looks so different today. I'm not sure why though. Maybe I do.
His eyes are completely empty.
One would think that after his brother died even Kaiba would be feeling something, but he seems instead to be broken, to be completely dead inside. It's horrible to look at his eyes, which seem to show no ounce of emotion. His smirk is nothing like the superior smile he used to wear yesterday. Now it was far more vicious, more feral almost. Just seeing it directed at me here, in this empty hallway, makes me shudder.
Not that I don't have every right to be scared . . . I mean, yesterday I saw him torture a man before stabbing him in the heart. Was that what he was planning on doing to Marik?
Kaiba's feral grin widens, and he comments after a moment,
"I see someone came and unchained you."
I wince slightly at the memory of being tied to the wall for over an hour with two bodies and an unconscious man before him.
"Yeah." I say softly. "Someone heard the cloaked man's screams when you . . . when his hand . . ."
"When I stabbed his hand to get information to get information on Marik." Kaiba says easily.
I force myself to meet his cold gaze.
"Kaiba, don't you feel the least bit sorry? You took a man's life."
Kaiba shows no reaction, only leans in close to me and whispers.
"It's not like it was the first time." I gasp and jump back.
"What?"
"Although I must say, I can't tell which felt better. Knocking my step- father out a window for beating Mokuba or stabbing that whimpering dog for killing him." His voice is completely even, but I think I see something flash the slightest bit when he mentions his step-father.
He turns away quickly, but I can't let him go like this.
"Kaiba, I know what they did to Mokuba was horrible, and you have every right to want revenge, but you can't go and become some vigilante. You can't just go around killing people."
Kaiba spins, eyes narrowed into slits.
"As I learned yesterday, apparently you can." Was that bitterness in his voice? Yes, it was. Maybe Seto wasn't as dead inside of Kaiba as he wants to believe. Before I can say anything else, however, Kaiba turns away and adds softly,
"Get back to class Yugi, you belong here."
And for the second time in two days Kaiba walks away, leaving me staring after him in shock.
After he's gone my gaze moves to the ground, half wishing I hadn't decided to go to the library for my free period, half glad that I did. Something's still alive inside of Kaiba, he didn't totally lose his heart yesterday . . .
I spot something on the floor, something I vaguely remember falling from Kaiba's briefcase moments before. I lean over and pick it up . . . and tears spring to my eyes. I'm holding a locket in the shape of a duel monsters card, one which Kaiba hadn't taken off that I'd seen since he'd had them made. Flipping it open I see a picture of the smiling youngest Kaiba, and I close it quickly, a tear running down my cheek.
Mokuba Kaiba was really dead.
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TBC
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Blue Eyes: Ok, that was really short, and sorry for the lack of action in it, but I needed to get Kaiba to meet up with Yugi somehow. And no, there will be no yaoi between them, Yugi is only looking out for Kaiba like he would for anyone who's in pain. And yes, Kaiba's in pain. Deeply suppressed pain, but pain. Also, Yugi's upset about Mokuba's death as well, so he wants to help.
Don't worry, next chapter will get some more violence in it!! ^_^
As long as I get any reviews . . .