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Chapter 3 ************************************************************************
It was pouring that day. The day seemed dark and gloomy as Serenity walked towards her locker in the school. She had remembered that morning that she had a "date" with Seto Kaiba, her brother's worst enemy. She wondered if he knew he was Joey's little sister. Probably not. She would tell him today when he drives her home. It was the only one thing that she was looking forward to today. School never interested her. She had gotten straight A's since she was in grade school and didn't worry about getting into college. She would probably get a scholarship anyway. She had told Joey that she would be going to Xanadu's house to study for an English examine. Xanadu was always eager to be one "study duty" and "shopping duty" whenever someone needed it, as long as they told her their reason to be on "duty". Xanadu and Serenity were friends since 1st grade and always kept each other's secrets. Xanadu was the school's gossip encyclopedia, and people always went to her for bits of gossip, not that she'd tell the truth though. Serenity had tried to picture how her drive home would be like but never quite got it. All she could do was wait eagerly for the day to end. Grabbing all the books she needed, Serenity quickly shut the locker door and started walking towards her homeroom.
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Seto Kaiba arrived at the school very early that day. He hoped to catch a glimpse of the girl he met during the weekends. He thought himself rather stupid to believe that the girl was actually telling the truth. She might have just been teasing him.
'No,' he thought to himself, ' She isn't that kind of person.'
His homeroom teacher was rather surprised to see Kaiba here so early. He usually arrived just in time to skip the homeroom social time in the morning. Seto told the driver to come a half an hour earlier than usual, just to make sure everything was perfect. He had never liked a girl so much before. Maybe once, but that was when he was just a child, so he believed it didn't count.
*Flashback* When he and Mokuba were in the orphanage, during the weekends, a girl would always come to visit. She was three to four years younger than he was. Her mother would send her there ' just to keep the orphans company' and use it as a daycare when she was busy. The girl always loved to play with the Kaiba brothers, especially Seto. They would sit together on the garden benches and tell each other stories, new and old ones, and were never tiered of them. The girl would sit with her head between her hands with her tan red colored hair falling just beneath her shoulders and tell Seto stories of famous painters and musicians, of faeries and magic, of warriors and battles, and sometimes even her own made up stories and ways of life. One of the stories he would never forget was her last story. That day, the sat on a wooden garden bench under a cherry tree, listening to the birds chirp in the spring air. Seto had begged her to tell another story. She looked like she was searching her mind as she stared toward the large crystal blue lake a mile or so away from the orphanage. After ten minutes or so, she turned her large hazel eyes to meet his blue ones and said, "Can I tell you something very special?" Seto automatically answered that is was okay.
"Someone special once said that everyone was born with an other half. That when they were born, their other half was chosen. That other half was their special someone, the person just for them. No one could take the place of this person, no matter how hard one tries. It is up to the two of them to find their other half, in the middle of all these people, they will meet one day. They were meant for each other and will find each other one day or another. The purpose of living is to seek this special person, to find them and be happy together. One's life is a failure if they do not find this special someone. No human being is complete without the other half of his or her "body". You might decide to fall in love with a person, thinking that you had found the one, only to find you wrong. There is only one person that you could truly be happy with, one that can share your love, your troubles, your happiness, and your grief. There is emptiness within you, one that only the one just for you can fill. Your heart will only be truly satisfied when you find and "reunite" with your other half. It isn't easy to find the one just for you, in the mists of all these other people, but you will. Your hearts are bound together with knowingness, even though you may not have met them, your hearts will find each other, if they are willing. The other half, it sounds important. Do you know what it means?"
Seto looked at the girl with questions. He could not understand the meaning of this. As she had said, it did sound important. He wasn't sure what to say. He felt the girl stand up. As he looked up to meet the girl's eyes, he felt her lightly kiss the top of his head.
"Are you the one just for me?" and those were the last words he heard from that girl. From that day on, she never came again. Seto often spent hours pondering about her question. The days went by and the memory of the girl became slightly hidden, not erased, but hidden. Life went on the way it was.
*Flashback Ends*
Seto often wondered if he would ever see her again. He didn't even know her name, yet he felt an unknown bond between them. 'Was he her special someone?' he would often ask himself. Even after many years, he could still remember the whole story, the way the girl walked away and never turned around, how she kissed him on his head. He still couldn't understand the story. The girl didn't seem to understand it either when she told it. The girl had given him some happiness in his life at the orphanage but after she had gone, his small happiness disappeared, leaving him colder to others than usual. After the first few weeks she had gone, he had hoped that she would come back, even if it was just once more. But as the days dragged by, he began to loose hope. She seemed to have disappeared of the face of the earth, taking his liveliness with her. Would he ever find his special someone?
************************************************************************ How did you like it? A bit short, but I'm short of time too. The story the young girl tells Seto is something my mother told me when I was little, only a bit changed, and in my own words. I'm not sure who told the little girl, I'm still thinking. Who do you guys think she is? I wouldn't spoiler the story and tell you though. Just keep reading and you'll find out sooner or later. R&R! Flames are welcomed, bad language is not. Hope you liked this chapter. If you have any question and/or suggestions, I'd be more than happy to read them. Thanks for reading this!
Chapter 3 ************************************************************************
It was pouring that day. The day seemed dark and gloomy as Serenity walked towards her locker in the school. She had remembered that morning that she had a "date" with Seto Kaiba, her brother's worst enemy. She wondered if he knew he was Joey's little sister. Probably not. She would tell him today when he drives her home. It was the only one thing that she was looking forward to today. School never interested her. She had gotten straight A's since she was in grade school and didn't worry about getting into college. She would probably get a scholarship anyway. She had told Joey that she would be going to Xanadu's house to study for an English examine. Xanadu was always eager to be one "study duty" and "shopping duty" whenever someone needed it, as long as they told her their reason to be on "duty". Xanadu and Serenity were friends since 1st grade and always kept each other's secrets. Xanadu was the school's gossip encyclopedia, and people always went to her for bits of gossip, not that she'd tell the truth though. Serenity had tried to picture how her drive home would be like but never quite got it. All she could do was wait eagerly for the day to end. Grabbing all the books she needed, Serenity quickly shut the locker door and started walking towards her homeroom.
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Seto Kaiba arrived at the school very early that day. He hoped to catch a glimpse of the girl he met during the weekends. He thought himself rather stupid to believe that the girl was actually telling the truth. She might have just been teasing him.
'No,' he thought to himself, ' She isn't that kind of person.'
His homeroom teacher was rather surprised to see Kaiba here so early. He usually arrived just in time to skip the homeroom social time in the morning. Seto told the driver to come a half an hour earlier than usual, just to make sure everything was perfect. He had never liked a girl so much before. Maybe once, but that was when he was just a child, so he believed it didn't count.
*Flashback* When he and Mokuba were in the orphanage, during the weekends, a girl would always come to visit. She was three to four years younger than he was. Her mother would send her there ' just to keep the orphans company' and use it as a daycare when she was busy. The girl always loved to play with the Kaiba brothers, especially Seto. They would sit together on the garden benches and tell each other stories, new and old ones, and were never tiered of them. The girl would sit with her head between her hands with her tan red colored hair falling just beneath her shoulders and tell Seto stories of famous painters and musicians, of faeries and magic, of warriors and battles, and sometimes even her own made up stories and ways of life. One of the stories he would never forget was her last story. That day, the sat on a wooden garden bench under a cherry tree, listening to the birds chirp in the spring air. Seto had begged her to tell another story. She looked like she was searching her mind as she stared toward the large crystal blue lake a mile or so away from the orphanage. After ten minutes or so, she turned her large hazel eyes to meet his blue ones and said, "Can I tell you something very special?" Seto automatically answered that is was okay.
"Someone special once said that everyone was born with an other half. That when they were born, their other half was chosen. That other half was their special someone, the person just for them. No one could take the place of this person, no matter how hard one tries. It is up to the two of them to find their other half, in the middle of all these people, they will meet one day. They were meant for each other and will find each other one day or another. The purpose of living is to seek this special person, to find them and be happy together. One's life is a failure if they do not find this special someone. No human being is complete without the other half of his or her "body". You might decide to fall in love with a person, thinking that you had found the one, only to find you wrong. There is only one person that you could truly be happy with, one that can share your love, your troubles, your happiness, and your grief. There is emptiness within you, one that only the one just for you can fill. Your heart will only be truly satisfied when you find and "reunite" with your other half. It isn't easy to find the one just for you, in the mists of all these other people, but you will. Your hearts are bound together with knowingness, even though you may not have met them, your hearts will find each other, if they are willing. The other half, it sounds important. Do you know what it means?"
Seto looked at the girl with questions. He could not understand the meaning of this. As she had said, it did sound important. He wasn't sure what to say. He felt the girl stand up. As he looked up to meet the girl's eyes, he felt her lightly kiss the top of his head.
"Are you the one just for me?" and those were the last words he heard from that girl. From that day on, she never came again. Seto often spent hours pondering about her question. The days went by and the memory of the girl became slightly hidden, not erased, but hidden. Life went on the way it was.
*Flashback Ends*
Seto often wondered if he would ever see her again. He didn't even know her name, yet he felt an unknown bond between them. 'Was he her special someone?' he would often ask himself. Even after many years, he could still remember the whole story, the way the girl walked away and never turned around, how she kissed him on his head. He still couldn't understand the story. The girl didn't seem to understand it either when she told it. The girl had given him some happiness in his life at the orphanage but after she had gone, his small happiness disappeared, leaving him colder to others than usual. After the first few weeks she had gone, he had hoped that she would come back, even if it was just once more. But as the days dragged by, he began to loose hope. She seemed to have disappeared of the face of the earth, taking his liveliness with her. Would he ever find his special someone?
************************************************************************ How did you like it? A bit short, but I'm short of time too. The story the young girl tells Seto is something my mother told me when I was little, only a bit changed, and in my own words. I'm not sure who told the little girl, I'm still thinking. Who do you guys think she is? I wouldn't spoiler the story and tell you though. Just keep reading and you'll find out sooner or later. R&R! Flames are welcomed, bad language is not. Hope you liked this chapter. If you have any question and/or suggestions, I'd be more than happy to read them. Thanks for reading this!