Rath- Hello, everyone! How are you all?
Set- I'm sure they're all just peachy.
Rath- Hm, yes, Mister Set, I'm sure you're right.
Set- Indeed, Mister Rath, I'm sure I am.
Rath- Okay, enough of that, well enjoy.
Set- Indeed. Enjoi.
-We (/us./ Set, stop it.) do not happen to own Yu-gi-oh-
The black finally started to falter then faded to the bright colors of this world again. I thought I'd never be happier to see the color yellow again in my life. How I truly despise that color. I was currently sitting on the ground, with panic still coming from my ever so idiotic classmates. Papers were still flying around the room and people were still running around the room trying to make sense of things. But of course, the chaos that they knew nothing of was already over. And I, much to my own misfortune, took the full blast of it. Well, not quite, as I wasn't the one who was crushed into oblivion by a giant fist of rock. And for that, I am thankful, to put it plainly. Though sometimes, one does often think, which would be better, to disappear into the shadows or to forever suffer the wrath of your past?
No, I can't die. I must banish these demon thoughts from my mind… I still have much in life and life itself to hold on to. My brother still requires my care and he is the thing that means most to me in the world, my company still needs to grow, I still need to prove myself as the number one duelist again and get rid this damned bastard. I don' quite get why the hell the sickening moron is so obsessed with revenge or why he must make everything extremely hard and painful for everyone. Fuck it, look how much trouble he's cause, killed Bakura, drove my teacher near the brink of death, and caused an uproar in my class. He is a damned fool that is only into his own selfish rights. He was obsessed pathetically with revenge and being the best at the game. He felt that no one could be trusted and he served himself, and though everyone else in the world should bow down to him and kiss his ass. He's nothing but an empty bastard filled with nothing but an air-headed belief in vengeance. Then I was hit with a painful thought. That sounded a bit like me… No, he and I were different, I had different reasons, different situations, I'm different than that twisted fiend, end of story.
I frowned and got up, but only fell back down, my knees giving out, and my muscles feeling heavy and limp. The pain was still here. Most had managed to leave, but the ache that remained made sure that it was known. And hell, it was acknowledged. I stumbled to my desk, making sure that I was unseen amongst the chaos. In the mess of students I crawled over to the door, briefcase in hand, dragging it behind me and slipped out the door with out any problems. Well, almost, a girl almost stepped on my hand and I saw the teacher had fainted on the ground in front of the door. But he was easy enough to move. Crawling, feh, it made me feel to weak, but I didn't want to take my chances standing. That would be more unbearable if I were to fall again.
When I finally got out, I slumped against the wall then let out a breath. I held my legs to my chest and stared at the point in which the ceiling and wall met. I remained like that for a few minutes before I got up to go home. I didn't really care about cutting or being caught. I a. already know more than this stupid school has to offer and b. I'm too smart to be caught. Any way, even if this school were to attempt to punish me, not much they can do or I can explain for that case. With a room full of panicked teenagers, surely you wouldn't be surprised if some of them decided to leave. Especially me, they knew how much I hated coming here most the week, and I thought it was a waste of time. I made sure that they knew. They were all fools, and should be happy that I even bothered to come to this school rather than getting a private tutor.
Using the wall for support, and occasionally my briefcase if I were to fall, I walked as normally as I could down the hallways, keeping my eyes straight ahead and ignoring as much as I could the pain that screamed in my head. I stumbled over to the elevator and leaned against the railing, sighing at the momentary rest. I remembered the last time I was in an elevator. As blissfully as I could, living life. And now this. Amazing how much one damned person can corrupt your life within two days. Just simply amazing. The sides of my vision blurred to a blue and black. I growled and shook my head slightly, trying to rid myself of the annoying border. I reached the first floor within second, the gate blocked my way, but I climbed over, not with as much ease as I usually would have had. I called my chauffeur, waiting for him to arrive, knowing it would be a good thirty minutes before he did. I merely waited for the man to come sitting on the bench and resting. As soon as the sleek black car arrived I climbed into the back, completely collapsed, spreading myself across several seats. I remained like so, my forearm over my eyes, blocking out the sun until a thought hit me and I couldn't help but smile to myself.
I was alone. Perfectly alone. No stupid nagging voice that interrupted my thoughts. No damned "Seito" comments or such. I was alone, alone in the bliss having my thoughts be private again. I felt a burst of warm content in my chest. Alone, all alone. I know realized how unappreciative of the sanctity and privacy of my own thoughts I was. How everyone is. But now, I'm alone, all alone. I smiled against the ache. Alone. The word could have never sounded better to any other person but myself. After having my body abused and my mind violated, I was finally alone to myself. With no other person around. I laughed a bit and then stayed quiet for the rest of the ride
We pulled up to the mansion and my smile lessened a bit. I liked that moment of happiness in the car. I liked it very much. I wanted to savor it as much as I could. But then again, that would be the stupidest thing in the world, now time has moved on and I would have to ignore that moment. Live in the present, accept the future and forget everything in the past. Sometimes, ignorance of the past is bliss. Things have a reason to be long forgotten. But every now and then, a locked up memory will rise from the grave to haunt you, sometimes a wanted spirit, sometimes a deadly entity, much like the one lingering around me now…
I waited for the chauffeur to open the door for me before I came out, my briefcase in hand. I let him open the door for me and then slowly walked to my bedroom. Slowly, it seemed, part of me was left behind. A trail of where I had been. A shoe, then the other, then the briefcase, then the jacket, then the sock, the other. I went in ad changed, throwing on a random blue t-shirt and black boxers. I sat on my bed, ready to fall in, but then looked around, not enjoying the atmosphere. Too many reminders of the past two days… Nor did I want to even stay on the same floor as the damned room. It was so irritating to now be uncomfortable in my own damned room even after the damned spirit wasn't around. So I trudged down stairs, closing the door to my room and locking it.
I immediately went to the closest living room and the nearest sofa and fell on it. Nothing for me today. Nothing, no work, no school, no mad spirit. Just nothing. Absolutely nothing, then I will content. I ordered a maid to bring me a blanket, some painkillers and a cup of tea. No chamomile though. The shit was horrible. I had no idea how people could even take a liking to it. As soon as it was brought I took the medicine and made sure the table with my tea was within arm's reach. I buried myself into the mass of pale, cream colored, leather pillows and cushions and the red blanket so that only my eyes showed through. It was rather uncharacteristic of me, but I was cold, in pain and irritable. If anyone came near me, I'd growl and glare until they felt the need to leave the country. I didn't care whether or not it was barbaric or animalistic, all I wanted was to be alone.
I turned on the TV that was in front of me, the screen flashing into a picture. I scanned through the channels, looking for something to watch, anything to watch actually. I happened to land on a documentary on Ancient Egypt, and how priests were given a bad reputation in the media today and such. I smiled to myself at the private joke, but then went back to being irritable. Comfortably irritable that was. Not one that was actually annoying, but one that gave you a satisfaction, like you had a reason to be that way and was perfectly content that way. After searching through about fifty more channels I settled on the news, watching as they explained something about Russia and Chechnya's relationship with each other, mainly focusing on how some terrorists took over a theater while a new play had come out, or something to that effect. Apparently the play glorified Russia and showed one of its proudest moments. Made sense for them to take over at an event like that, but then again, the whole thing (taking over a theater and holding over one hundred people hostage) wasn't exactly the smartest move to pull in my opinion. But then again, I don't know how the hell this documentary could have to been useful to me in anyway. After all, I would be much more interested in Japan and Egypt's relationship with each other, if there was one, that is. I grimaced at the thought, like hell I would want to know, I'm quite fine without Egypt making an appearance in my life, again that is.
I didn't know how long I stayed up staring blankly at the TV, but I started to pick out the different colors and objects and I was lost in the pixels, my eyelids growing too heavy for me to hold up and I fell finally into a fitful and undisturbed peace, only a serene and empty black in my mind for company.
I woke up for some strange reason. I glanced at the VCR next to the TV stocks. It flashed twelve o'clock. I guess I was hungry… An apple wasn't really much of a meal now reflecting back on my odd morning. In doing so, I found myself once again looking at the past events. I couldn't help but wonder where Seito was, he didn't seem like the type to just sulk or be quiet somewhere in the world while he was still very determined for revenge. No, not at all. He was up to something, whether a new plan or resting for another kill, him being silent, much like Mokuba, was not a good thing. Last time that had happened in Mokuba's case, he had switched my hair conditioner with some green hair-dye for April Fool's Day. He spends too much of his time with his mind in America.
The phone ringing woke me up and it rang three times before a servant finally came to pick it up. There was a short pause.
" No, one moment, please." He said. I heard him come up behind the sofa.
" No, I'm not home, tell them to call back after they're dead." I said, still watching the TV, still wanting to be left to myself. He didn't go away at first and I was wondering whether or not he had heard me through the blanket that was covering my mouth.
" No, I'm sorry, he's not home. Please call back later on this evening." Then horrors of all horrors, I heard mutt's voice yelling on the line.
" FINE! If the damned moron dunn't wanna talk to me, we'll fail! NOT MY FUCKIN' FAULT!" I sunk deeper into my den and growled, eyes narrowed. I could see my reflection in the TV; I indeed looked as though I would scare someone out of the country. Good. That is exactly what I want. But then again, failing wasn't an option and I couldn't let it taint my perfect record.
" Dammit, give me the phone." I snuck one arm out and grasped the phone, ready to crush it. I held it arm's length away for a few moments, absolutely detesting what I was about to do, but finally spoke, bringing it under the blanket with me and now in fury.
" What do you want, mutt?" I hissed.
" KAIBA! Listen we got two weeks to do this project, we'd better start!" Well, well, isn't someone the responsible character. That's new. But personally I don't give a damn. I've been through a fuckin' lot, more than mutt could imagine. And the damned moron just ruined my one moment of peace.
" I know, idiot. You can worry about it later, now leave me be." I held the phone back out of the blanket and adjusted the blanket so that my eyes could once again see the TV.
" What the fuck?! Kaiba, get back on the phone! Arrghh! Fine, den, you bastard! Whatever, but at 7' tomorrow I'm comin over!" He screeched into the phone right before I hung up. Making him angry made my peaceful moment more content now.
I threw the phone behind me and heard the servant yelp and run to catch it. The door closing announced that I was once again alone. Finally. Those five minutes on the damned phone seemed like an hour at the least. I turned my attention back to the TV, sitting up and while taking a sip of my tea. No more stocks, no Russia and Chechnya, now it was local news.
" Apparently he was last seen two days ago, school officials say. His father was out of town for business and the school principle reported it in after not hearing from him after two days. Students have also said that when stopping by the house, it was empty. If you have any information on the disappearance of Bakura Ryou, please call this number…" I choked on the tea and spat out the hot substance. I didn't car whether or not I just ruined my white carpet. So I glared at the TV, still watching it intently even though it switched to another story. I heard a knock on the door, and another servant came in. I took no heed to him as I was still currently staring at the TV and didn't give a damn about whatever he was going to say.
" Mister Kaiba, pardon me for disturbing you-"
" Then leave." I cut in, still looking at the TV, making sure you could see no surprise in my face. I took another sip of my tea.
" But a police man is here to see you, sir."
Rath- Done with that chap. Whoa, been a long time since an update, huh?
Set- Yeah, but we've been busy. Be appreciative, people!
Rath- Calm yourself, Set, no one said anything.
Set- I know… I'm just being a bit touchy is all.
Rath- Alright then, dearie, 'till next time, mates. Ja ne.
Set- Later.