It was several months before you and I spoke again. Kaiba-sama's death
came as a big shock to everyone. The Big Five tried to exert their force,
but was pushed back with the set of lawyers I paid for. I defended my
estate with little tax taken out of it and things settled down. I suppose
people were surprised when I was actually made a C.E.O. by The Big Five. I
was suppose to be a puppet, but, again, I surprised everyone by making
Mokuba Vice President and actually taking charge.
When I was sorting through a box of things, I found the pack of cards Kaiba- sama had so thoughtfully bought me. I opened them, mildly interested and was shocked to be holding a Blue Eyes White Dragon. I began to chuckle as I realized the irony of it all. I had been nothing and would have continued to be nothing if it wasn't for the person who caused me the most pain.
As the whirl-wind of everything died down, I made you a little visit. I pressed on the doorbell and stood, waiting for you to answer. The walls to your apartment were paper-thin, for I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and "Go get the door you worthless mutt."
You came to the door, wearing your wrinkled school uniform, rubbing your arm. Your hair was messed up more than usual and you walked with a slight limp. Black-and-blue bruises marred your pale skin in several places and your eyes looked hollow and like you hadn't slept in days. You stepped back a bit when you saw me. "Seto," you whispered.
"I go by Kaiba, now," I spoke coldly.
You blinked and stepped back again. "K-Kaiba...Kaiba...do-- Do you wanna come in?"
I brushed at the corner of my mouth and cleared my throat. You ran your hand over your mouth and looked at it. I laughed coldly. "Spit or swallow?" You stared at me as tears came to your eyes. You turned on your heels and began shutting the door on me. I caught the door with my hand. "Don't you know better than to shut the door on people?" I walked into your living room and nodded at your father, who was pulling his pants up.
"Sssseto?" he slurred.
"I go by 'Kaiba' now, Mr. Wheeler. How are you?"
He kicked at a few empty bottles that littered the floor. "I hear you inherited quite a bit of money. And the business...I see my son really isn't totally worthless."
"Your son and I aren't really dating anymore."
You stared at me. "S-S...Kaiba..." You looked down. "Please leave, Kaiba. Right now."
I turned to you and narrowed my eyes. "I just wanted to say, *Joey,* that I am disgusted by the way you've treated me."
"What the hell are you talking about, big shot?"
I just smiled and shook my head. "Fuck you, Joey."
"You already TRIED to!"
Your father stumbled over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. "You don't know what you're missing, *Kaiba,*" he mumbled. "He gives GREAT head."
You stared at me, then glanced at your father through the corner of your eye. I laughed, cruelly, as you pushed past us and left the house.
That's the last time I saw you before that day in The Kame Game Shop. I mean, I saw you, but you know what I mean. I was cruel. I really shouldn't have said what I had. You know what I really wanted to do? I wanted to save you. The way you had saved me. That's what you really did for me. You saved me. I mean, yeah, you put me through a lot. I killed a man because of you. But in reality, you saved me. I'm sorry I couldn't realize that earlier. I really am. I don't hate you Joey. I hate myself. I really do. I really wish you loved me. Because I still love you.
When I was sorting through a box of things, I found the pack of cards Kaiba- sama had so thoughtfully bought me. I opened them, mildly interested and was shocked to be holding a Blue Eyes White Dragon. I began to chuckle as I realized the irony of it all. I had been nothing and would have continued to be nothing if it wasn't for the person who caused me the most pain.
As the whirl-wind of everything died down, I made you a little visit. I pressed on the doorbell and stood, waiting for you to answer. The walls to your apartment were paper-thin, for I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and "Go get the door you worthless mutt."
You came to the door, wearing your wrinkled school uniform, rubbing your arm. Your hair was messed up more than usual and you walked with a slight limp. Black-and-blue bruises marred your pale skin in several places and your eyes looked hollow and like you hadn't slept in days. You stepped back a bit when you saw me. "Seto," you whispered.
"I go by Kaiba, now," I spoke coldly.
You blinked and stepped back again. "K-Kaiba...Kaiba...do-- Do you wanna come in?"
I brushed at the corner of my mouth and cleared my throat. You ran your hand over your mouth and looked at it. I laughed coldly. "Spit or swallow?" You stared at me as tears came to your eyes. You turned on your heels and began shutting the door on me. I caught the door with my hand. "Don't you know better than to shut the door on people?" I walked into your living room and nodded at your father, who was pulling his pants up.
"Sssseto?" he slurred.
"I go by 'Kaiba' now, Mr. Wheeler. How are you?"
He kicked at a few empty bottles that littered the floor. "I hear you inherited quite a bit of money. And the business...I see my son really isn't totally worthless."
"Your son and I aren't really dating anymore."
You stared at me. "S-S...Kaiba..." You looked down. "Please leave, Kaiba. Right now."
I turned to you and narrowed my eyes. "I just wanted to say, *Joey,* that I am disgusted by the way you've treated me."
"What the hell are you talking about, big shot?"
I just smiled and shook my head. "Fuck you, Joey."
"You already TRIED to!"
Your father stumbled over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. "You don't know what you're missing, *Kaiba,*" he mumbled. "He gives GREAT head."
You stared at me, then glanced at your father through the corner of your eye. I laughed, cruelly, as you pushed past us and left the house.
That's the last time I saw you before that day in The Kame Game Shop. I mean, I saw you, but you know what I mean. I was cruel. I really shouldn't have said what I had. You know what I really wanted to do? I wanted to save you. The way you had saved me. That's what you really did for me. You saved me. I mean, yeah, you put me through a lot. I killed a man because of you. But in reality, you saved me. I'm sorry I couldn't realize that earlier. I really am. I don't hate you Joey. I hate myself. I really do. I really wish you loved me. Because I still love you.
