"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato
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The scene before me looked like something Diane Arbus would have taken a photograph of.
The entryway showed part of a living room, and you could see across to the back of the house to a sliding glass door that lead out into a backyard that looked like the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. And in front of me, as if frozen in time, was Kaiba Seto, dripping water, emaciated, and heartbreakingly sad looking.
Everything was in shades of grey and blue. I nearly cried myself at the depressing nature of it all.
But then time began again, and Kaiba started shedding his dripping clothes and motioned for me to do the same.
Somehow the notion of stripping down in front of my arch-rival didn't appeal to me very much, but I did anyway.
We both stripped down to our underwear, at which point Kaiba told me he'd be back in one moment and went upstairs, leaving me sopping wet in the entryway of some house I'd never been in before in nothing but my underpants.
Right.
To my great relief, Kaiba came back down carrying two sets of clothes, one apparently for me and another for himself. I took the clothes he handed me, and almost started putting them on when I realized I didn't have a towel. I brought this up, and Kaiba said we still had a ways to walk, and these clothes were for when we got there. So he wrung out our wet clothes so that they were now merely damp, and we put them back on, while Kaiba stowed the dry pairs in his briefcase.
Then we went back outside and continued on our merry way until we reached the Kaiba mansion. There was an ambulance there, and several cars I didn't recognize, but Kaiba walked right up there like nobody's business and started talking in hushed tones with some guy I didn't recognize either. Then he motions for me to go inside with him, and me, being the nice little midget I am, followed.
Kaiba leads me into the mansion, and we go up stairs and down corridors and oh, it's JUST SO BIG!
Finally we reach our destination. It seems to be a bedroom... Oh, look, on the door, it says Mokuba!
Mokuba's bedroom?
What are we doing here?
And why are there so many people around?
Kaiba says, "We're going in." and all the people scatter.
We step into the bedroom, and for a moment, I don't get it. Everything is in order, the bed is made, nothing on the desk except an envelope with Mokuba's handwriting on it addressed to Kaiba, and all the hangers in the closet are neat and tidy.
And then I see it.
And then I know why we're here.
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RD64: Gomen that the chapters are so short, but LSL already wrote this and everything. She told me that it gathers suspense. I told her it was killing us!!! And she smiled.
Sometimes I just don't understand her...
But that's why we're friends!
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The scene before me looked like something Diane Arbus would have taken a photograph of.
The entryway showed part of a living room, and you could see across to the back of the house to a sliding glass door that lead out into a backyard that looked like the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. And in front of me, as if frozen in time, was Kaiba Seto, dripping water, emaciated, and heartbreakingly sad looking.
Everything was in shades of grey and blue. I nearly cried myself at the depressing nature of it all.
But then time began again, and Kaiba started shedding his dripping clothes and motioned for me to do the same.
Somehow the notion of stripping down in front of my arch-rival didn't appeal to me very much, but I did anyway.
We both stripped down to our underwear, at which point Kaiba told me he'd be back in one moment and went upstairs, leaving me sopping wet in the entryway of some house I'd never been in before in nothing but my underpants.
Right.
To my great relief, Kaiba came back down carrying two sets of clothes, one apparently for me and another for himself. I took the clothes he handed me, and almost started putting them on when I realized I didn't have a towel. I brought this up, and Kaiba said we still had a ways to walk, and these clothes were for when we got there. So he wrung out our wet clothes so that they were now merely damp, and we put them back on, while Kaiba stowed the dry pairs in his briefcase.
Then we went back outside and continued on our merry way until we reached the Kaiba mansion. There was an ambulance there, and several cars I didn't recognize, but Kaiba walked right up there like nobody's business and started talking in hushed tones with some guy I didn't recognize either. Then he motions for me to go inside with him, and me, being the nice little midget I am, followed.
Kaiba leads me into the mansion, and we go up stairs and down corridors and oh, it's JUST SO BIG!
Finally we reach our destination. It seems to be a bedroom... Oh, look, on the door, it says Mokuba!
Mokuba's bedroom?
What are we doing here?
And why are there so many people around?
Kaiba says, "We're going in." and all the people scatter.
We step into the bedroom, and for a moment, I don't get it. Everything is in order, the bed is made, nothing on the desk except an envelope with Mokuba's handwriting on it addressed to Kaiba, and all the hangers in the closet are neat and tidy.
And then I see it.
And then I know why we're here.
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RD64: Gomen that the chapters are so short, but LSL already wrote this and everything. She told me that it gathers suspense. I told her it was killing us!!! And she smiled.
Sometimes I just don't understand her...
But that's why we're friends!