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Chapter 2: Good Morning, Enemy!Kaiba's POV
'My head,' I think as I stretch out my limbs. I climb out of my bed and look around. THIS IS NOT MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is awful and smelly and dirty and grimy, what happened to my mansion!?!?!?!
The furniture is beaten up and scratched beyond repair, the walls are covered with posters of duel monsters, girls, and video games. Those pathetic posters cover up gray, peeling wall stained with what appears to be blood and vomit. The blood still appears a little moist. Among the duel monsters' posters there was a red-eyes-black-dragon one that covered the better part of the wall near a broken mirror. Apparently, a fork had broken the mirror, and the owner had not cared. The bed sheets are green and white and filthy beyond repair. They cover a small worn mattress, without a frame. This room reminds me of Gozoburo's teachings. Damn I hate that man! I get up, and very unstable walked towards the mirror that had been broken by the cutlery. I think my legs got shorter. Not to mention my posture has fallen to a cruddy slump. What is going on? This is one hell of a dream.
I cannot believe my eyes, this must be a trick mirror! Is shows me blonde hair and brown-honey eyes, a mirror image of the mutt! I bet he has something to do with this cruddyiliy decorated cell, and the mirror that shows my adversary! I think, I rattled my brain, this is just a trick. I'll just, get dressed in these stupid rags and walk to MY house!! I think I'm losing it!
Joey's POV
'Great, another day! He must have gotten me while I slept. I mean, my head hurts like. . .' with that I opened my eyes to find myself in a room dully and impersonally decorated, 'What the heck. . .??' Chocolate hair covered my eyes a little.
No one's POV
Joey rose and began looking at the items in the room curiously. The top of each dresser was neatly organized. There were photos with heads and people cut out, mainly of Mokuba (who was one of the only people left uncut in the photographs). 'So this person has a fetish with Mokuba?' thought Joey. There was leather wallet containing several billion woolongs (I think that is Japanese currency). Joey's eyes nearly popped out! Also, there was a single poster of a duel-monster's card, the. . BLUE-EYES-WHITE- DRAGON???!!!!!!!!!
"Kaiba?" he whispered, running toward the closet, opening it to find about fifty trenchcoats, shirts, ties, and pants.
"Big brother? Wow, you're still in your pajamas. You're usually up way before me! Can we spend the day together? Please???" Mokuba pleased with a side of puppy-dog eyes. But that wouldn't keep Joey from the fact that the mirror that was reflecting "him" was actually reflecting an image of Kaiba!
"Hold on, did you just call me your big brother?" asked Joey, nearly popping out of his head with the fact that his voice has lost its accent.
"Yes, of course Seto. Why wouldn't I?" asked Mokuba back, looking at 'Joey' very oddly.
"Yea. . . why wouldn't you?" 'Joey' trailed off. His eyes scanning the room.
"I'll let you get dressed. Please? Please can we go to Kaiba land? I want to duel you big brother!" Mokuba laughed, skipping out of the room.
The room is so gigantic it is a miracle Kaiba can find anything! Joey searched through the closet and drawers, looking into the armoire, until he found a pair of jeans and a white shirt. Although he couldn't find a normal shirt (or jacket for that matter) he settled for one of Kaiba's famous trench coats. Surprisingly to Joey, it was rather comfortable.
The second he stepped into the hallway, he wished he hadn't. How was he going to get to the . . . wherever they dined? Luckily, a maid passed.
"Excuse me?" Joey asked, still uncomfortable with Kaiba's voice. The second she heard him, she dropped to the ground and looked rather scared to death. She was shaking too, but managed to stutter, "H-how can I help you, M-Mr. Kaiba?"
"Can you show me how to get to the dining room? I seem to have racked my brain working late yesterday," Joey explained, totally shocked that whatever he needed to say was translated into Kaiba-speak. Joey certainly wouldn't have known the word 'racked!'
"Sure, sir," she silently whispered and led him down the hall and past doors of every type! Then led him down a gallivant staircase and into a painting-clad room with a velvet chair and a mile-long table. Mokuba was sitting in another lavender velvet chair, reading comics and laughing.
"Hey Big brother! Guess what! Super-Dragon man defeated the Darker Magician again! I love these comics that you make for me!" he laughed, showing Joey a well-drawn comic book full of evil-looking dark magicians and a heroic- looking Kaiba-look-alike, wearing a blue-eyes white dragon for an outfit (kind of like Seto-kun's outfit in Duelists of the Roses).
"You're welcome. . ." Joey trailed off.
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