NOTE: Yugi Mutou's POV.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Kazuki Takahashi does. Pooh on him.
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato
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Isn't the telephone a great invention?
I mean, look at what it can do.
You can talk to people almost instantly after dialing a seven or ten digit number, and communicate awfully quickly over long distances. And it is very convenient – being found in the home or almost any public place. There are also 'cellular phones', also known as 'cell phones' that can be carried with you on your person. There are also special things you can have on your telephone if you choose, such as four way calling, caller ID, and on the little cell phones, even a camera.
And it was cell phones that started this whole downward spiral.
This whole downward spiral of a person whose name is Kaiba Seto.
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Kaiba Seto always carries a cell phone with him. Now, this is against school regulations, but the teacher have figured out that if they cross him, they may not have a job the next week, as was the case of poor Mr. Sai. So they're pretty good about it. Besides, Kaiba's not rude or anything, it's not like he uses it in the middle of class and starts jabbering away while the teacher's giving a lecture or something. No, he really only uses it during break. And he only has it because he obviously needs to stay on top of things at Kaiba Corporation while he's at school. He usually didn't get many calls anyway, mostly one or two every day from his stockbroker or secretary, occasionally one from his younger brother Mokuba's school, on how well or how bad he's doing. The most recent one from his school was when he spilled red paint all over the piano in the music room.
Now THAT was funny.
But it's not like I eavesdrop on his calls, no, not really.
It's just that I never have anyone to sit with at lunch and I need something to do.
So, I watch Kaiba.
He's really quite interesting to see, doing his work. I swear, he's mastered the art of typing one handed. He'll hold his sandwich (or whatever) in one hand, and type away with the other. It's really neat. But what's even better is when he has sushi. Now THAT'S neat. He can't get as much work done, so he gets all nasty to the teachers.
But I have to mention – I don't hate him, and I'm not evil, I just find him interesting to watch, the school apathetic and all that.
So today at lunch, after his usual call from his stockbroker, he was typing away and eating a chicken sandwich at the same time. Then his cell phone rang again. I was mildly surprised.
So anyway, he pulled it out of his pocket, flipped it open, and said in a harsh voice, "Kaiba speaking." There was a brief pause.
Then Kaiba said "What about Mokuba? Look, if he's put paint on the piano again, I'll – " He stopped, a confused expression on his face. "What? W- what do you mean?" He said bewildered. I was really listening now. Even though he was facing the other way, it was as if all I could hear in the crowded lunchroom was Kaiba's voice, and the slight buzzing noise from the phone when the person on the other line spoke.
"Where did my brother go then?" Then Kaiba's face untensed, and it showed no emotion.
"No, I'll... I'll be over as soon as I can." Then he flipped the phone shut, and put it back in his pocket as if the call had never happened. Folding his hands on the table, I saw his knuckles were white as his thin hands clasped each other. Just... sat there.
Then he picked up his lunch, shut down his laptop and put it back in his briefcase, stood up, and left the lunchroom.
Curious as I always am, I followed him out of the lunchroom, depositing my empty tray in the trashcan as I went by. I followed Kaiba into the main hall, and outside the front door. Ducking behind a huge stone pillar where I knew he wouldn't see me (hair and all), I watched as he leaned against the side of the building, one fist clenched around his metal briefcase, the other hanging loosely against his side. Letting his head fall back against the wall, he let out a deep, grief-stricken, frustrated sigh.
"God damn... God damn... Mokuba... " Collapsing to the ground, briefcase falling down next to him, blue coat splaying out elegantly around him, his head in one hand, a light rain began to fall. I then saw Kaiba Seto do the very thing I never in my life would have even dreamed of him doing.
I saw him cry.
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Kazuki Takahashi does. Pooh on him.
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato
---
Isn't the telephone a great invention?
I mean, look at what it can do.
You can talk to people almost instantly after dialing a seven or ten digit number, and communicate awfully quickly over long distances. And it is very convenient – being found in the home or almost any public place. There are also 'cellular phones', also known as 'cell phones' that can be carried with you on your person. There are also special things you can have on your telephone if you choose, such as four way calling, caller ID, and on the little cell phones, even a camera.
And it was cell phones that started this whole downward spiral.
This whole downward spiral of a person whose name is Kaiba Seto.
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Kaiba Seto always carries a cell phone with him. Now, this is against school regulations, but the teacher have figured out that if they cross him, they may not have a job the next week, as was the case of poor Mr. Sai. So they're pretty good about it. Besides, Kaiba's not rude or anything, it's not like he uses it in the middle of class and starts jabbering away while the teacher's giving a lecture or something. No, he really only uses it during break. And he only has it because he obviously needs to stay on top of things at Kaiba Corporation while he's at school. He usually didn't get many calls anyway, mostly one or two every day from his stockbroker or secretary, occasionally one from his younger brother Mokuba's school, on how well or how bad he's doing. The most recent one from his school was when he spilled red paint all over the piano in the music room.
Now THAT was funny.
But it's not like I eavesdrop on his calls, no, not really.
It's just that I never have anyone to sit with at lunch and I need something to do.
So, I watch Kaiba.
He's really quite interesting to see, doing his work. I swear, he's mastered the art of typing one handed. He'll hold his sandwich (or whatever) in one hand, and type away with the other. It's really neat. But what's even better is when he has sushi. Now THAT'S neat. He can't get as much work done, so he gets all nasty to the teachers.
But I have to mention – I don't hate him, and I'm not evil, I just find him interesting to watch, the school apathetic and all that.
So today at lunch, after his usual call from his stockbroker, he was typing away and eating a chicken sandwich at the same time. Then his cell phone rang again. I was mildly surprised.
So anyway, he pulled it out of his pocket, flipped it open, and said in a harsh voice, "Kaiba speaking." There was a brief pause.
Then Kaiba said "What about Mokuba? Look, if he's put paint on the piano again, I'll – " He stopped, a confused expression on his face. "What? W- what do you mean?" He said bewildered. I was really listening now. Even though he was facing the other way, it was as if all I could hear in the crowded lunchroom was Kaiba's voice, and the slight buzzing noise from the phone when the person on the other line spoke.
"Where did my brother go then?" Then Kaiba's face untensed, and it showed no emotion.
"No, I'll... I'll be over as soon as I can." Then he flipped the phone shut, and put it back in his pocket as if the call had never happened. Folding his hands on the table, I saw his knuckles were white as his thin hands clasped each other. Just... sat there.
Then he picked up his lunch, shut down his laptop and put it back in his briefcase, stood up, and left the lunchroom.
Curious as I always am, I followed him out of the lunchroom, depositing my empty tray in the trashcan as I went by. I followed Kaiba into the main hall, and outside the front door. Ducking behind a huge stone pillar where I knew he wouldn't see me (hair and all), I watched as he leaned against the side of the building, one fist clenched around his metal briefcase, the other hanging loosely against his side. Letting his head fall back against the wall, he let out a deep, grief-stricken, frustrated sigh.
"God damn... God damn... Mokuba... " Collapsing to the ground, briefcase falling down next to him, blue coat splaying out elegantly around him, his head in one hand, a light rain began to fall. I then saw Kaiba Seto do the very thing I never in my life would have even dreamed of him doing.
I saw him cry.
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