Author's Note: Hey, I'm back. Sorry about the delay in chapters 6 & 7, I've
been injured. What happened? Let's just say that I got in a fight with a
basketball in Gym class and I lost. Also, I just got into a little fight
with my dog a couple of minutes ago, and lost. Yeah, it hurts. Anyway,
here's chapter 7.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! but I do own Remedy. ;P
Seto woke early the next morning. He looked out the window. The sun was just starting to rise. The sky was painted with pinks and purples as well as some orange. It was backed by a dark blue sky. The night ran out of the sky as the sun woke the world up to a new day. But along with the sun and the brilliant colors, gray clouds lined the sky. They were like weeds in a garden of flowers, threatening to choke out what brought the most joy and color, threatening to choke out the hard work and sacrifices of the gardener. Choke out the happiness, just like Gozaburo had done all those years ago.
Seto sighed. What would his life had been like if some one else had gotten him first? What would it have been like if he had gone with the first person who wanted him? What would it have been like if he had left Mokuba behind to let someone else adopt him? Would his life turned out any better? Would Mokuba have been able to handle the loss of his brother?
"I guess it was better this way," Seto told himself.
Though, try as he might, he couldn't make himself feel better by telling himself this. The only thing that brought him comfort now was Mokuba, sunrises and sunsets, and freedom. Now, Remedy.
Seto watched the dark gray clouds roll and billow like an angry snake, waiting to attack.
Freedom to him was sitting alone in his room with a book, reading and listening to soft music in the background. Freedom was feeling the wind through his brown hair, maybe by the wind, maybe by the speed of the wind rushing by his head as he sped along the road in a car, or along the water in a boat. Freedom was being alone, being himself with Mokuba. Freedom was being able to cry, or smile if he wanted to, when he wanted. Thought, Seto felt as if he had lost the ability to cry. But true freedom, he thought sadly, came from within. It came from true happiness, which he felt as if he had never known. Until he found true happiness, he wouldn't be truly free.
The clouds would soon cover the sun, Seto noted. They would soon cover comfort and happiness itself. Seto sighed again and got dressed for school. He had an early meeting, and then it was strait to school. From there, it was to another meeting, then to the Kaiba Corporation Building to check on progress there. Then he would have to come home briefly to get some dinner and do his homework. After all that, he had a late meeting and then, he would come home to stay. By that time, it would be well past 10 or 11 o' clock. This would be one of those Mondays that you feel like you barely have time to breathe. Seto walked quietly and swiftly down the stairs and made himself some breakfast.
Remedy tossed and turned in her bed. She was having a nightmare. Not unusual really. She had one at least once a week, but this one was more vivid than the others.
She dreamed that she was walking down a dark hall. It was nearly pitch black and even the little light that flickered softly on the wall told her danger was coming. She cautiously continued forward. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, hoping that nothing was coming to get her. She then saw something ahead, something that threw more shadows upon the wall. As she approached the end of the hallway, she could see it now. It was a dark blue flame. It burned angrily as she approached it. In the middle she could see the shape of some one's face. His features were faintly outlined in the blue flame. She couldn't quiet make out who it was though. He looked cold and stern, who ever it was. Then, she saw another, bigger figure take shape. He seemed to hurt the first. Then the second one faded. The flame seemed to grow a sort of eerie icy blue, the center staying the same deep blue. Only now did Remedy dare to stick her hand into the flames. It wasn't hot at all, but rather cold. But it seemed to warm to her touch. Then, as quickly as it warmed up, the flame dwindled down to almost nothing. It only pulsated slowly now, like a human heart beat.
She realized what she had seen. The flame represented Seto. Gozaburo turned his heart cold. But when she had come along, she had helped him. He was warming up to her. But the last part still baffled her. What happened? What did the dwindling fire represent? Then it hit her. It was a warning.
Remedy woke with a start, sitting strait up in bed. Now she knew what it was. It was a warning that something bad would happen to Seto once again. And she had a feeling that she would have a part in it. It was close at hand. She realized this now. The signs all point to it. Seto's scar hurting, and now this nightmare, this warning. She had a feeling that today would be a very bad day for the both of them.
I love writing cliffies, hate reading them. Well, I hate reading them, and I love reading them, ya know? Any who, please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! but I do own Remedy. ;P
Seto woke early the next morning. He looked out the window. The sun was just starting to rise. The sky was painted with pinks and purples as well as some orange. It was backed by a dark blue sky. The night ran out of the sky as the sun woke the world up to a new day. But along with the sun and the brilliant colors, gray clouds lined the sky. They were like weeds in a garden of flowers, threatening to choke out what brought the most joy and color, threatening to choke out the hard work and sacrifices of the gardener. Choke out the happiness, just like Gozaburo had done all those years ago.
Seto sighed. What would his life had been like if some one else had gotten him first? What would it have been like if he had gone with the first person who wanted him? What would it have been like if he had left Mokuba behind to let someone else adopt him? Would his life turned out any better? Would Mokuba have been able to handle the loss of his brother?
"I guess it was better this way," Seto told himself.
Though, try as he might, he couldn't make himself feel better by telling himself this. The only thing that brought him comfort now was Mokuba, sunrises and sunsets, and freedom. Now, Remedy.
Seto watched the dark gray clouds roll and billow like an angry snake, waiting to attack.
Freedom to him was sitting alone in his room with a book, reading and listening to soft music in the background. Freedom was feeling the wind through his brown hair, maybe by the wind, maybe by the speed of the wind rushing by his head as he sped along the road in a car, or along the water in a boat. Freedom was being alone, being himself with Mokuba. Freedom was being able to cry, or smile if he wanted to, when he wanted. Thought, Seto felt as if he had lost the ability to cry. But true freedom, he thought sadly, came from within. It came from true happiness, which he felt as if he had never known. Until he found true happiness, he wouldn't be truly free.
The clouds would soon cover the sun, Seto noted. They would soon cover comfort and happiness itself. Seto sighed again and got dressed for school. He had an early meeting, and then it was strait to school. From there, it was to another meeting, then to the Kaiba Corporation Building to check on progress there. Then he would have to come home briefly to get some dinner and do his homework. After all that, he had a late meeting and then, he would come home to stay. By that time, it would be well past 10 or 11 o' clock. This would be one of those Mondays that you feel like you barely have time to breathe. Seto walked quietly and swiftly down the stairs and made himself some breakfast.
Remedy tossed and turned in her bed. She was having a nightmare. Not unusual really. She had one at least once a week, but this one was more vivid than the others.
She dreamed that she was walking down a dark hall. It was nearly pitch black and even the little light that flickered softly on the wall told her danger was coming. She cautiously continued forward. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, hoping that nothing was coming to get her. She then saw something ahead, something that threw more shadows upon the wall. As she approached the end of the hallway, she could see it now. It was a dark blue flame. It burned angrily as she approached it. In the middle she could see the shape of some one's face. His features were faintly outlined in the blue flame. She couldn't quiet make out who it was though. He looked cold and stern, who ever it was. Then, she saw another, bigger figure take shape. He seemed to hurt the first. Then the second one faded. The flame seemed to grow a sort of eerie icy blue, the center staying the same deep blue. Only now did Remedy dare to stick her hand into the flames. It wasn't hot at all, but rather cold. But it seemed to warm to her touch. Then, as quickly as it warmed up, the flame dwindled down to almost nothing. It only pulsated slowly now, like a human heart beat.
She realized what she had seen. The flame represented Seto. Gozaburo turned his heart cold. But when she had come along, she had helped him. He was warming up to her. But the last part still baffled her. What happened? What did the dwindling fire represent? Then it hit her. It was a warning.
Remedy woke with a start, sitting strait up in bed. Now she knew what it was. It was a warning that something bad would happen to Seto once again. And she had a feeling that she would have a part in it. It was close at hand. She realized this now. The signs all point to it. Seto's scar hurting, and now this nightmare, this warning. She had a feeling that today would be a very bad day for the both of them.
I love writing cliffies, hate reading them. Well, I hate reading them, and I love reading them, ya know? Any who, please review.