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Chapter 2
Seto Kaiba woke up on a fine Saturday morning at an ungodly hour. It was three thirty and the house was completely silent. Well, almost completely. Kaiba seemed to hear a soft breathing in his room. He looked around and saw absolutely no one. Narrowing his eyes, Kaiba got out of bed and went to the bathroom adjacent to his room. There, he turned on the cold water tap in the shower and stepped in. Kaiba practically jumped out of his skin at a very close but very distinct female shriek.
{{Gah!!! Cooooooooollllld! Who did that? Was it you, Nathan?! … Nathan? .….….. Uh, where am I?}} The voice was confused and sleepy sounding. {{Why isn't the cold wat—oh… I'm in a shower. Wait! A shower?!}} Kaiba was looking around to see the girl that he was so clearly hearing. Then it dawned on him. She said she was in a shower and there was only one shower in this bathroom and Kaiba himself was in that shower, so… Kaiba's eyes widened considerably.
"Holy shit!"
{{WTF?! Who was that?}}
"Who are you and why are you in my head?" Kaiba growled out, not wanting anyone hear him and consider the teen CEO a loon.
He got a mental image of someone blinking their eyes in confusion and suddenly found himself in a strange room that was most definitely not a shower stall. Then Kaiba realized that he was still stark naked (A/N: *drool* Seto Kaiba in all his glory!). His sudden want for clothes left him, well, clothed. He now had on one of his favorite outfits. The white trench coat that he had worn during the Battle City Tournament was now gracing him along with the rest of this particular outfit's adornments. But it was quite odd; he still felt cold water running down his body.
Kaiba then looked around at the room. It contained everything he liked, loved, and had a passion for. An entire wall was filled with bookshelves overflowing with texts, papers, and any sort of knowledge that he had built up over the years. On the opposite wall was a large portrait of Mokuba and himself when they were younger, before the days of Gozaburo… and, there, before it was an exact duplicate of the table and chessboard in the photo. The pieces were in the exact same spots as in the picture except for the one that Kaiba was holding. That one was sitting off to one side, like a lost soul extracted from its world. Sort of how Kaiba felt.
The wall holding the picture was surrounded by all sorts of designs that Kaiba had thought up of and pictures of his different cards. However, he noticed quickly that the favored one, the Blue Eyes White Dragon, was not amongst the monsters there.
But when he shifted his eyes again, he saw it in a huge mural, alongside the other two dragons he owned, on the third wall. Before it sat a simple bed that was quite magnificent at the same time. The sheets were comprised of navy blue and silver silks. The bed frame was of gorgeous unadorned cherry wood that was truly expensive. The headboard had three figures on it. On each end sat a BEWD at attention, their faces turned at an angle to fully gaze upon the spot where a person might rest their head. The third was in the middle and apparently caught in the middle of a challenging roar to those who might disturb said person's sleep. These figures seemed separate from the bed, as they were silver instead of wood, and their eyes seemed unusually bright and lifelike.
Finally, Seto Kaiba turned to the final wall. This wall had a door in it and was quite plain. He strode over to the door and flung it open, only to find a hallway. But, across the hallway stood another door… a door that seemed a bit darker than Kaiba's. Cautiously, the billionaire opened the door. Inside was a whole new surprise.
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