(Seto Kaiba-Journal Entry)
So much for sleeping in. I awoke about five hours ago to hear my brother's maniacal laughter around the corner and to see that the millenium rod had somehow made it to the top of my nightstand. I hate it when the damnable object just 'appears' like this - and locking it up doesn't seem to help either. The worst instance was when I decided that I'd had enough of wondering whether or not Isis and her stories were for real, and I packed the item into a box, and purposely lost it in the basement (believe me, when something is misplaced down there, you will not find it...). I felt relatively pleased with myself (cheap thrills, I know) until I got to school, to find it in my locker, which was in no way possible. I honestly do not remember much of the rest of the day...the next bit I was privy to was the fact that I was being carried to the nurse's office by...ugh...Jounouchi and Honda. I must have been out of it, because under normal circumstances those two would not have been allowed to breathe on me, much less touch me. And that bitch, Mai (unfortunately she enrolled into school, so I get to hear that nerve-grating voice of hers ALL the time...) had to say something about how cute I looked being carried like a bride. Granted, I was nearly comatose from shock, but I still heard that, and just thinking about it pisses me off. Heh, I think she was jealous, however Jounouchi has been drooling over her like the stupid dog he is, so there's no real cause for concern. *pause to snort sarcastically*
Anyway...this morning there's a bit of a dillema.
I can usually ignore manical laughter from the kid, but today it's particularly unsettling, considering why he was laughing. And I have to give him credit; (though I hate it) he's a lot more mature than I originally thought. I've recently been having dreams...either concerning my supposed past life or the current object of my affections, Yami. (I can't believe I'm writing this) And Mokuba knows...well, about the second part, (so, it seems I've been less than quiet) and has taken it upon himself to mess with me at every given opportunity. Which means he wants something he knows I'll say he can't have.
I'll start from the beginning.
Taped to my shower, there was a note that read : 'I know what you did last night.' Had I not been half asleep, I would have either been somewhat amused or slightly paranoid, but this succeeded only in irritating me (not a morning person). I threw the note in the trash-sometimes Mokuba likes to leave me notes around the house because he knows I'll obsess over it until I've found them all.
I got out of the shower and found another note posted to the mirror: 'I see you finally got what you wanted.'
Third note-bedroom door: 'So you prefer guys then, nisama? Or do you like girls too?' *insert physical syptoms of mortification here*
Fourth note-fifth stair from the bottom: 'It's cool with me, but you didn't have to be all sneaky about it!' *insert extreme paranoia here*
Fifth note-couch cushion: 'I'm happy for you though. By the way, can I have the new Castlevania game?' *I nearly fell over*
I'm currently looking for the last note, which wasn't in my house but I did find what Mokuba labled as a 'memo'-unrelated to the post-it notes he used for me, saying he went with the driver to pick up a friend of his and bring him over. So I went to work and tore apart my office, and found nothing. Damn you, Mokuba, for playing off of one of my weaknesses like this.
(End of Entry)
Seto Kaiba huffed indignatly, shutting down his laptop and straightening out his desk. He had come in to discover that he had absolutely nothing to do except wait for his new VR game to be reported on from the test lab, and think. He opened his briefcase to see if Mokuba had placed any notes there, only to yelp in shock as he discovered the millenium rod sitting atop all his papers. He slammed the case shut and moved away from it, eyes wide.
There is absolutely no way I am getting rid of this thing, is there? He asked himself, nervously fingering the card locket around his neck. He rose from his chair and began to pace the room, before coming back to his chair and the case, opening it once more. The item glittered invitingly, begging to be touched. The golden eye watched him eerily.
//Ah, so you've chosen to recognize yourself as the owner of the sennen rod, I see...//
Kaiba jumped slightly, and looked around the room to see no one else, that he was alone. What the hell was that?
Silence.
I must be working too hard. He thought, rubbing his temples. Going home sounds like a reasonably good idea.
//I could not possibly agree more.//
Seto looked down at the item on his desk, trying to mentally gauge how far he could hurl it out of the window behind him.
//Hikari, there is no need to be so...tense.// The voice was seductive and powerful, albeit soft and with a hint of playfulness in it. //I hope I did not startle you too much, did I? //
The CEO sat in a state of shock, unable to speak or make any noise at all. /With my luck, I'm either finally losing it or this is a side effect of one of my games.../
Seth chuckled. "I assure you, this is no such thing." The priest appeared before the astonished boy, and leaned against his mahagony desk. "You know of the millenium items and the spirits sealed in them, correct? I do believe you were told something of this before."
The boy nodded dumbly, looking over the three millenia older version of himself.
"Well then, you should not be surprised at all to see me, beautiful one. I am Seth, high priest and servant of Set, the god of chaos, war, and storms, and is sometimes referred to as the 'Lord of the Northern Sky.' You, my dear are my reincarnation, or my hikari."
Kaiba blinked, looking over the tall form in front of him. The priest was dressed in his customary white kilt with gold embroidery that buckled just under his navel. It was split at the sides, revealing long, muscular legs. He wore nothing on his chest except a cloak that hung teasingly over both of his shoulders, covering all but the middle strip of his torso. And jewelry-bracelets, a small gold chain, and two earrings through his left ear. He had a relatively neutral looking face-the only expression coming through in his mocking blue eyes that seemed to shift between shades of blue, ranging from cerulean to a dark navy, matching his cloak. His hair seemed to be a bit lighter than his modern counterpart's, littered with streaks of red and gold and was longer and a lot less tame.
Seth smirked, noticing the state of confusion his light half had settled into. "Now, now; you are overthinking this." He chastised gently. "The situation is not complicated at all. By the way, the rod is attuned to your energy, so there is no possible way you can be rid of it while you are living."
Seto scowled. /Wonderful...there goes my plan./ He sighed and recollected himself.
The yami smirked, and lifted himself on his arms so that he was seated on the desk in front of his light. "You should really learn to shield your thoughts from me, Seto." He shook his head as the scowl on Kaiba's face deepened. "Do not worry, we will eventually come to some sort of an arrangement. For the moment, I suggest you make certain that you have nothing else to do this afternoon, as you will be...occupied for quite some time."
"W-what?" The boy managed to croak as his vision swam. The last thing he saw before falling into uncounsciousness was a picturesque Seth clasping the Sennen Rod his hands, laughing softly at his light.
The Spirit of the Ring was pissed. Not only had he been disturbed by the strange engery emmitance from his Millenium Items; he also hadn't slept for most of the night. Malik had gone out to get breakfast taking Jounouchi (who the thief was getting to know on a more...personal level) with him. The two undoubtedly would not be back for at least an hour, giving Bakura some much needed time to think. He remembered the last time he had felt that energy-it had been during Battle City when his relationship with Malik was in its earlier stages. The blonde boy had been darker then, more sinister instead of the mischevious little imp he was now. The same energy he had felt then, leaking from the youth's very being was in his hands now, in the Millenium Ring and Eye.
When the darkness of Malik had reached its peak, manifesting in the form of the disgustingly insane yami, Bakura had felt it again, but intensified. He knew the same power came from his own being, and from the pharaoh as well. It meant that more shadow magic had just entered the world.
Bakura growled. All the Items now had owners...owners that were aware of their potentially hazardous power. They would not release magic without just cause, and Bakura could sense nothing that would classify as an adeqate threat. The only other reason then, would be that one of the items had awakened, and the spirit housed within had made itself known.
But which one? The Eye was still dormant, as was the Tauk; the Puzzle and Ring had been awake for years and Bakura was fairly certain that a few of Shadii's personality defects (Nako: Is he really one to talk?) came from the fact that there were two spirits that dwelt within his mind: the spirits of the Anhk and Scales. That being said, there was one other item.
And the owner is so inept that he probably doesn't even know. Bakura thought bitterly. I must possess the rod as well, but if the gods-forsakened priest is within there's no fucking way I can get near it. But still... He smirked evilly. I can dupe the light into a shadow game, and win. Then... Seth will have no choice. Kaiba is strong on his own, physically, but his mind has little endurance. He'll fair no better than Pegasus.
Evil cliffy :)
~Nakoruru~