CHAPTER THREE
"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato ---
Thankfully, nobody DOES walk by, and I'm stuck here in front of Domino High with some guy I don't even really know bawling on my shoulder.
Isn't it amazing what situations I get myself into sometimes?
So anyway, Kaiba cries and cries, and finally gets his act together a little bit. Well, at least he gets the sobbing under control. But he's still crying kinda hard, and the water on my jacket has soaked through to my shirt.
But then the drowned rat on my shoulder starts talking.
Well not talking, really, but more like whimpering incoherently so that I could understand him.
"God, Mokuba... I don't believe... Never said anything... No idea he... How... Why... Where did I go wrong?" At that, a fresh surge of tears washes over Kaiba.
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I don't know how long we sat there, rocking and drenched to the bone. The rain began to increase in ferocity, and that started to get behind my semi-enclosed pillar, soaking the already slightly wet me, and making my hair droop just a little.
I was beginning to wonder if Kaiba's briefcase would rust when suddenly Mr. CEO himself just stood up, stopped crying, and grabbed his briefcase. His uniform was plastered to his slim frame. Then Kaiba took a deep breath and said,
"Tell no one of this. But come..." He faltered, unsure whether or not to continue.
"Come with me." Kaiba's voice lowered, and his eyes looked at the ground.
"Please..."
I weighed my options.
On one hand, he had already sobbed on me, gotten me wet, and had me miss at least forty-five minutes of my chemistry class, that which I reallyreallyreally needed to pass if I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. AND he had put my mind in a freakish state of confusion and disarray.
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato ---
Thankfully, nobody DOES walk by, and I'm stuck here in front of Domino High with some guy I don't even really know bawling on my shoulder.
Isn't it amazing what situations I get myself into sometimes?
So anyway, Kaiba cries and cries, and finally gets his act together a little bit. Well, at least he gets the sobbing under control. But he's still crying kinda hard, and the water on my jacket has soaked through to my shirt.
But then the drowned rat on my shoulder starts talking.
Well not talking, really, but more like whimpering incoherently so that I could understand him.
"God, Mokuba... I don't believe... Never said anything... No idea he... How... Why... Where did I go wrong?" At that, a fresh surge of tears washes over Kaiba.
---
I don't know how long we sat there, rocking and drenched to the bone. The rain began to increase in ferocity, and that started to get behind my semi-enclosed pillar, soaking the already slightly wet me, and making my hair droop just a little.
I was beginning to wonder if Kaiba's briefcase would rust when suddenly Mr. CEO himself just stood up, stopped crying, and grabbed his briefcase. His uniform was plastered to his slim frame. Then Kaiba took a deep breath and said,
"Tell no one of this. But come..." He faltered, unsure whether or not to continue.
"Come with me." Kaiba's voice lowered, and his eyes looked at the ground.
"Please..."
I weighed my options.
On one hand, he had already sobbed on me, gotten me wet, and had me miss at least forty-five minutes of my chemistry class, that which I reallyreallyreally needed to pass if I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. AND he had put my mind in a freakish state of confusion and disarray.
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