Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, see pretty self-explanatory.

Cyberwing: Ugh. My mind is going all over the place. My friend, who had started to write ff later than me had finished all her stories. Me, on the other hand, did not even finish one! *sob* I guess my interest span is very short, just like my attention span. Sigh.

Well here's the next chapter!

In My Dreams-Ch 11

I rubbed my temple as I put down the last file. I stood up and did a stretch. My neck was getting sore and my stomach was going on a strike.

I swore that fat guy had sixth sense! Either that or he had a secret camera. Just when I've finished reading the records, he would 'just happen' to show up in my office, handling me other mountainous pile of shit- --aka SHIT. Yes those files were all shit! Shit I tell you! Why? Why you ask! Because if I look at them one more time, I going to throw up!

I took a few deep breaths, trying to prevent myself from going into massacre mode. I didn't think I was feeling quite well. I had been trapped in this damn room for more than---more than ages! I've came to the company around eight something and now! I didn't know since I didn't have the watch but hell did it felt long!

My feet were once again dead cold. God I was starting to wonder if I would have to cut my legs soon because the blood in my body was certainly not making its way to the lower part of my body. I blamed my fucking blood vessels. Come to think of it, it could be because I was sitting on my ass for too long---or the lack of exercise---hmmm.

I felt blood rushing up to my head as I felt the heat. I saw a few black circles before my visions could clear up again. I really think I overdid it this time.

It wasn't that difficult to read those files at all because I knew how to speed read. Still, it was a pain in the ass to read all of them. I had yet to read it over the second time. Over the course of the years, I've developed a weird way of reading. I could read fast, but I couldn't remember things clearly. I need to read things over for the second time before I could get all the main points down. I could remember things quite well before---I forget--- that is. Still, one time through the exciting journey of boredom was enough, thank you very much.

Even so, reading it through once was already enough for me to get a clear understanding as to what kind of corporation Kaiba Corp was. The company itself was separated into different departments. Before the time when "Psycho' Kaiba---

Oh crap, I shouldn't be calling him 'Psycho" anymore now should I? I mean, that guy saved me, but I was so used to calling him 'psycho', without the capital too. Oh screw him; I would just continue in my own way. I mean, he didn't even know I gave him a nickname and what's more, I think that the name fit him quite well. I suppose I'll just capitalize the 'p' in psycho in respect of him becoming a handicap because of me. On the second thought- --nah. He was the one who send me a trip through boredom aka reading shit. I was such an ungrateful bitch.

I was starting to wonder if I was going crazy. I was having this whole conversation inside my head.

ANYWAY, as I was 'thinking'. Before him took over the company, his stepfather, ________(fill in the blank). I sighed, so much for good memory.

I was flipping through the files before I could find his name. His name was---Gozaburo Kaiba. He had signed a contract with the Government of Japan, stating that Kaiba Corp would be fully responsible for the development and the improvement of military weapons and communication technology for the twenty years. It had been almost twenty years already. Rumours said that Gozaburo had connections with both the government and the Mafia. Therefore, the ten year time which I've read was dominated by companies which had a lot to do with the government.

Gozaburo died when 'psycho" was twelve years old, exactly five years ago. News reports had claimed that he had die of a sudden heart attack which caused him to fall out of the window of his office as he fell backward. However, the government had practically sealed all the information. Some people claimed that it was because the affiliation between the government and Kaiba Corp had broken; that Gozaburo had no longer wanting produce military armaments. As a result, he was assassinated but was made to appear as if he was killed by natural causes.

However, on the other hand, some believed that it was 'psycho' who had pushed his father out the window when his father wasn't being aware of him-- -I didn't know whether he would do something like that or not since I didn't know him well enough to have an opinion on this.

Even so, what made me concerned was that this was the last year of the contract. By the end of the year, 'psycho' would have to decide whether he wants to renew the agreement with the Government or not. Since the Government of Japan and Kaiba Corp had such an influence in the field of politic and economic. I hoped that 'psycho' wouldn't do anything irrational.

Remember the technologies that were developed for 'common use'? Those were for common use all right, those stuff were commonly used in multi-million corporations. Those were not used for the general public!

The last one would be for the Duellist Committee. The technology that were developed by Kaiba Corp for the last few years were specially designed by 'psycho. This department didn't make a lot of money in return yet it was the department where most money was used---

I looked out the window. It was a beautiful day; the sun was still shining brightly, illuminating the world. However, within a few hours, the sun would go down and darkness would take over. The street below was filled with cars and people. I watched as people and cars moved back and forth. In some ways, I felt deprived of something of which I didn't know. I didn't know whether the decision I've made before was right or wrong. So many things had happened before I could even absorb any of them into my brain. I sighed.

I touched the glass with my hands, feeling its coldness when something caught my eyes. The building which stood directly across Kaiba Corp had a large television screen which showed different advertisements and news broadcast. It said something about soba and cosmetics before showing the time.

FIVE THIRTY!

OMG! I'VE STAYED IN HERE DOING NOTHING BUT READING FOR MORE THAN NINE HOURS!

I wanted to bang my head on my desk. God, I might as well kill myself now that I've wasted my precious time.

Do you know how precious time is? My PRECIOUS lifespan had just been shrank by nine-something hours! Ugh. No wonder I was feeling as I was deprived of something. It was my life! My life I tell you! But that was the least of my concerns.

I DIDN'T EAT LUNCH! I MISSED LUNCH!

I buried my face with my hands and groaned. I felt so ashamed. I had failed to feed my own body! I am so sorry stomach! I had failed to let you do you work. Now you will probably protest by letting gastric juice to burn through my stomach wall. I would have an ulcer and then I would die!

No. I was trying to keep myself sane.

I didn't know when this happened but ever since I was small. My brain had this tendency to wonder all over the place whenever I was pissed or when I was going to loose control. This, I suppose, was my way of self-hypnotise. By thinking things that are not part of my problems, I would be able to stay calm and not have a nervous breakdown.

I---did---not---have---lunch!

I couldn't remember a time when I've missed my lunch. No matter how busy I was, I would always find time for it. I mean, it's food! No, I am not weird nor over dramatic. I was just a normal girl who needed food to survive. Do I eat a lot? Of course not! I mean, I didn't eat as much as the other guy in the café. Or else, I would've won the "all you can eat sushi contest". If only I had finish one more sushi I would've have kicked his ass instead of it being a tie.

I could see my faint reflection through the glass. I flicked my black hair to the back because it was poking my neck. I guess I should cut my hair again soon. It had yet to past the shoulder. In fact, my hair was right at shoulder length, so half of my hair curled in while the other half curled out. Also, it was too short to tie it into a ponytail. I looked at the girl in front of me. I looked like a typical Asian, with black eyes and white pale skin. In China, I would've been considered as beautiful.

However, the truth to my paleness was because I don't go out into the sun a lot. It wasn't as if I was afraid of it but rather I had to go to school and work. Both of those places are indoors. As I've mentioned before, I slept though the morning and went to school during the afternoon when the sun was not at its strongest. By the time I've finished my course for the day, it was dark or soon to be dark. Then I had to go to work as a bartender during the night.

Beauty tips #1: for those of you out there who want to stay white; sleep through everything; stay indoors; and don't go out during the day.

I don't suppose I was fat. I weight around a hundred and ten or something near that. I only knew it because of PE, where we had to record our height and stuff. It was humiliating. I was forced into doing sit-ups and push- ups. I thought I was in a war camp. I was never the type who exercises a lot but the environment had forced me to do so.

Once again I must emphasize, I was always late for everything. Therefore, I must run in order to prevent myself from being late. Also, I must carry many textbooks and binders for my course for the day. As those accumulate, my backpack was always heavy. Since most of my classrooms were all over the place. I had to run up and down the stairs all the time. As a result, this formula was made: late+ carrying a lot of weight+ running+ up and down different floors= the ultimate perfect exercise.

Beauty tips#2: for those of you out there who want to do my ultimate perfect exercise, be late for your thing everyday; carry a lot of shit on your back; and do not be afraid of humiliation as you ran like mad.

For all of you who were interested, dial 1-800-HOW-TO-STAY-FIT-LIKE-ELLE. I can guarantee that you'll be able to stay fit in the most unhealthy way.

I sighed as I shook my head. I've let my mind run wild again. I apologize- -- to myself since I was the only one here in the room.

I looked down at the street below once again when a white limo caught my eyes. What kind of freak would actually ride in that? Just then, I saw 'psycho' Kaiba got out of the limo. Well, that explained a lot.

Wait a minute---

HE GET TO GO OUT, SITTING IN THIS LONG ELEGANT BEAUTIFUL CLEAN WHITE LIMO WHILE I AM STUCK IN MY DARK EMPTY SMALL OFFICE READING SHIT!

This burns.

This burns real bad.

I was in my little isolated darkness place when I felt someone tabbing my left shoulder. I jerked my head in that direction.

"Marik? What are you doing here?"

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Well that is the end of this chapter. So why is Marik in Elle's office at this hour? What will elle do to kick 'psycho's' ass? Will she ever be able to? Or will she have to call a psychologist soon to prevent herself from having a nervous breakdown? What will happen soon? Read the next chapter to find out!

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