Day: One - 1
.:*:. SeTo KaIbA YoU WiLl DiE .:*:.
"That was the note, found today, in the Kaiba Corp. central meeting room sir" spoke a rather short and chubby bald man in a stern voice. "What do you want us to do sir?" he asked, almost demandingly. "I want you to do nothing yet" said a voice which came from behind a tall leather chair, "I will see to this personally" the deep, cold and mysterious voice came again. The bald man looked as if he had a slightly mild case of constipation. But he put it aside as he said; "Very well sir" and walked out of the royal room shutting the door behind him.
Day: Two - 2
.:*:. Be Warned YOUR day IS coming! .:*:.
"I do hate to ask sir, and risk repeating myself, but there was another note found on the table in the central meeting room. Addressed to you" said the same short, chubby and bold man, this time with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Well, I'm glad to see that our man in hiding has learnt some grammar and spelling" was the reply from behind the same chair, from the same voice as last time. "Sir I do apologise, but is that a hint of laughter I hear in your tone?" asked the man. At that the chair slightly creaked. "You may be right Mr. Born. Now please exit" came the reply. "As you wish sir" said the bald man, this time looking and sounding as if his mild case of constipation had escalated into something more irritating. But nonetheless he left swiftly.
Day: Three - 3
.:*:. I can taste your blood already! YOUR TIME IS UP! .:*:.
The doors burst open with a loud thundering B A N G and the leather chair turned slowly round to face the man who had just steamed in like an out of control bull. "I seem to be experiencing a lot of de ja vous lately" said the young man in the chair. "SIR! Please! Another note came in just now" said the bald man, almost yelling. This time his constipation problem could have been easily spotted out of an aeroplane. "Alright Mr. Randal, I agree. Something surely has to be done to resolve this problem" said the man as he got up from the chair, which had a rather large imprint of his backside imbedded into it. And with those words, which came out of the young man's mouth, Mr. Randal's problem had gone almost as quickly as it first came. Though one small side effect was the bright red colouring on his face, which was fading as quickly as ice would melt if it was kept at a temperature of zero. "What would you like us to do Kaiba?" asked Mr. Randal, as another man walked in beside him. He was Taller than Mr. Randal and actually had hair, light brown with light blonde streaks, to be exact. "What would you propose we did?" spoke Seto quickly. "Maybe we should get more bodyguards?" suggested the man who had just walked in. Seto looked at him with no expression. "And what? Add them to my collection of one hundred and forty bodyguards, thirty two cooks, four chefs, two thousand and six hundred and ninety two employers, one thousand receptionists, and 4 gardeners?" he said, putting both of his hands on his desk. The man looked hopelessly as Mr. Randal lowered his head. He even looked behind him for help out of the seven or so bodyguards which were standing outside in the hallway. "Oh and Mr. Born?" Seto said in a questioning tone as he stood up straight and tall, "Why do we have four gardeners in an office building with no gardens?" he finished. The young man turned round, "I do believe that they are for the little plants in the hallways and in offices" he answered. Seto looked for a second and just started to walk towards Mr. Born. "Please, Sir I..." he began in fear than Seto had got into one angry mood. But Seto just walked past and as he got into the hallway he turned and said; "I propose we track him down through his handwriting, and when we find him, we cut out his heart with a dull spoon". Everyone looked at Seto, thinking he meant it, as he walked off down the hallway with one massive grin on his face. After a few seconds pause to soak up what Seto had said, Mr. Born ran into the hallway and yelled after him; "Sir where are you going?" Seto looked up as the doors of the lift were closing. "Lunch" he replied in a deep voice as the doors closed and the lift made its journey to the ground floor. By this time Mr. Randal had joined Mr. Born in the hallway and patted him on the back. "I though it was a good idea, and as you're his personal assistant, I think he'll agree with it... In time" he said walking off towards the stairway entrance, while Mr. Born sighed.
.:*:. SeTo KaIbA YoU WiLl DiE .:*:.
"That was the note, found today, in the Kaiba Corp. central meeting room sir" spoke a rather short and chubby bald man in a stern voice. "What do you want us to do sir?" he asked, almost demandingly. "I want you to do nothing yet" said a voice which came from behind a tall leather chair, "I will see to this personally" the deep, cold and mysterious voice came again. The bald man looked as if he had a slightly mild case of constipation. But he put it aside as he said; "Very well sir" and walked out of the royal room shutting the door behind him.
Day: Two - 2
.:*:. Be Warned YOUR day IS coming! .:*:.
"I do hate to ask sir, and risk repeating myself, but there was another note found on the table in the central meeting room. Addressed to you" said the same short, chubby and bold man, this time with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Well, I'm glad to see that our man in hiding has learnt some grammar and spelling" was the reply from behind the same chair, from the same voice as last time. "Sir I do apologise, but is that a hint of laughter I hear in your tone?" asked the man. At that the chair slightly creaked. "You may be right Mr. Born. Now please exit" came the reply. "As you wish sir" said the bald man, this time looking and sounding as if his mild case of constipation had escalated into something more irritating. But nonetheless he left swiftly.
Day: Three - 3
.:*:. I can taste your blood already! YOUR TIME IS UP! .:*:.
The doors burst open with a loud thundering B A N G and the leather chair turned slowly round to face the man who had just steamed in like an out of control bull. "I seem to be experiencing a lot of de ja vous lately" said the young man in the chair. "SIR! Please! Another note came in just now" said the bald man, almost yelling. This time his constipation problem could have been easily spotted out of an aeroplane. "Alright Mr. Randal, I agree. Something surely has to be done to resolve this problem" said the man as he got up from the chair, which had a rather large imprint of his backside imbedded into it. And with those words, which came out of the young man's mouth, Mr. Randal's problem had gone almost as quickly as it first came. Though one small side effect was the bright red colouring on his face, which was fading as quickly as ice would melt if it was kept at a temperature of zero. "What would you like us to do Kaiba?" asked Mr. Randal, as another man walked in beside him. He was Taller than Mr. Randal and actually had hair, light brown with light blonde streaks, to be exact. "What would you propose we did?" spoke Seto quickly. "Maybe we should get more bodyguards?" suggested the man who had just walked in. Seto looked at him with no expression. "And what? Add them to my collection of one hundred and forty bodyguards, thirty two cooks, four chefs, two thousand and six hundred and ninety two employers, one thousand receptionists, and 4 gardeners?" he said, putting both of his hands on his desk. The man looked hopelessly as Mr. Randal lowered his head. He even looked behind him for help out of the seven or so bodyguards which were standing outside in the hallway. "Oh and Mr. Born?" Seto said in a questioning tone as he stood up straight and tall, "Why do we have four gardeners in an office building with no gardens?" he finished. The young man turned round, "I do believe that they are for the little plants in the hallways and in offices" he answered. Seto looked for a second and just started to walk towards Mr. Born. "Please, Sir I..." he began in fear than Seto had got into one angry mood. But Seto just walked past and as he got into the hallway he turned and said; "I propose we track him down through his handwriting, and when we find him, we cut out his heart with a dull spoon". Everyone looked at Seto, thinking he meant it, as he walked off down the hallway with one massive grin on his face. After a few seconds pause to soak up what Seto had said, Mr. Born ran into the hallway and yelled after him; "Sir where are you going?" Seto looked up as the doors of the lift were closing. "Lunch" he replied in a deep voice as the doors closed and the lift made its journey to the ground floor. By this time Mr. Randal had joined Mr. Born in the hallway and patted him on the back. "I though it was a good idea, and as you're his personal assistant, I think he'll agree with it... In time" he said walking off towards the stairway entrance, while Mr. Born sighed.