You're Only Deceived Once
SariaSubi: (to the beginning of "In da Club" for your sanity, don't see the music video) No, no, no, no, no, no. No re-views, it's mah birthday. I'm gonna ex-plode like it's mah birthday……You know, I'm gonna stop, it's not like anyone cares. Either that, or in the beginning of fanfiction.net there's this huge sign that says, "DO NOT READ ANY OF SARIASUBI-KUN'S FANFICTION!" or somethin like that. Ah, whatever.
Chapter 2
A young sixteen-year-old awoke from her groggy sleep that Tuesday morning. Now would be the time where most teenagers her age would go to school, but she wasn't like the rest. At sixteen years old, she never had even attended school. She walked past her nightstand, her gum from the day before being knocked into the wastebasket. She limped sleepily over to the mirror and pulled her blue hair up so that only two side locks of blue hair hung at the frame of her face. She put her glasses on and walked to her dresser, throwing on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt that read "Aruba." Really, she couldn't remember a time that she had been to Aruba. Or at least a time Ayako Marisoki could remember.
The girl slumped over to her cabinet in the kitchen, pulling out a box of Quaker Oats Cinnamon Squares and mechanically poured into a bowl of cereal and added milk. But her attention was on her awaiting iMAC. She looked at it, its screen already indicating that it had been on all night. She was mostly ashamed with herself that she carelessly left her iMAC on. Again.
Looking to the corner of the screen, her self-designated desktop clock flashed 9:00 AM. Perfect. He should be online now.
At yes he was. She felt proud that she was such a good hacker on the computer that she found out Seto Kaiba's screen name. Not that he ever really used it, she thought. But that would mean that he was at a computer. And near a phone.
She picked up and dialed KaibaCorp.'s phone number. Her phone being connected to the computer, she typed past the several secretarial lines and went straight to Seto Kaiba's phone line.
"Kaiba."
"Mr. Kaiba, are you aware that counterfeit Duel Monster cards are being produced by underground industries on the black market by the day?"
"What do you want?" he snapped coldly. She grinned; just the same as the other night.
"I merely want to sell you a product of mine and then if you like it, you can promote it in KaibaCorp.'s market."
"What's in it for me? Or more so, you? I doubt you would want to sell a product and then get nothing out of it?"
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Kaiba," she grinned, putting her feet on the table her computer held, "I just merely want to sell you a product of mine. You would decide how much profit to give me, since I feel it will be a big help for later on in the near future. You see, I will give on of the counterfeit cards I came across the other day and a real card, both of which you can keep. My product will show you the difference between the two and how you can avoid buying counterfeit cards."
"How will I know you didn't make the 'counterfeit' card yourself? This is a waste of money and my time."
She grimaced. "Mr. Kaiba, how can myself, a sixteen-year old girl, make counterfeit cards?"
"Many people thought I couldn't start running KaibaCorp at fourteen, but I did. This is a waste. I'm hanging up."
"Wait!" she yelled into the phone, praying she wouldn't hear a click of a hang-up.
"What?" he snapped.
"There is another reason for my call." She heard him cuss under his breath, but continued, surprised he still had the receiver I his hands. "I challenge you to a duel. The name's Matsu." There was a long pause, a pause too long for comfort. "M-Mr.Kaiba?"
"No," came the short refusal from the other line.
"What?! Mr. Kaiba! You-you can't…..you can't refuse!" All she received was the beep of a real hang up.
This time she was mad. The reason she hadn't attended high school until she was sixteen was because she was training her deck to defeat Kaiba. She bunched her hands into fists and threw a nearby book at the wall with little intentional aim, hitting a picture frame and knocking it down.
Matsu knew that her only option was to attend Domino High tomorrow. After picking her frame up and resetting it on the wall, she turned off the morning news and walked to her Jeep, her sights set on picking up the school uniform she ordered.
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SariaSubi: (to the beginning of "In da Club" for your sanity, don't see the music video) No, no, no, no, no, no. No re-views, it's mah birthday. I'm gonna ex-plode like it's mah birthday……You know, I'm gonna stop, it's not like anyone cares. Either that, or in the beginning of fanfiction.net there's this huge sign that says, "DO NOT READ ANY OF SARIASUBI-KUN'S FANFICTION!" or somethin like that. Ah, whatever.
Chapter 2
A young sixteen-year-old awoke from her groggy sleep that Tuesday morning. Now would be the time where most teenagers her age would go to school, but she wasn't like the rest. At sixteen years old, she never had even attended school. She walked past her nightstand, her gum from the day before being knocked into the wastebasket. She limped sleepily over to the mirror and pulled her blue hair up so that only two side locks of blue hair hung at the frame of her face. She put her glasses on and walked to her dresser, throwing on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt that read "Aruba." Really, she couldn't remember a time that she had been to Aruba. Or at least a time Ayako Marisoki could remember.
The girl slumped over to her cabinet in the kitchen, pulling out a box of Quaker Oats Cinnamon Squares and mechanically poured into a bowl of cereal and added milk. But her attention was on her awaiting iMAC. She looked at it, its screen already indicating that it had been on all night. She was mostly ashamed with herself that she carelessly left her iMAC on. Again.
Looking to the corner of the screen, her self-designated desktop clock flashed 9:00 AM. Perfect. He should be online now.
At yes he was. She felt proud that she was such a good hacker on the computer that she found out Seto Kaiba's screen name. Not that he ever really used it, she thought. But that would mean that he was at a computer. And near a phone.
She picked up and dialed KaibaCorp.'s phone number. Her phone being connected to the computer, she typed past the several secretarial lines and went straight to Seto Kaiba's phone line.
"Kaiba."
"Mr. Kaiba, are you aware that counterfeit Duel Monster cards are being produced by underground industries on the black market by the day?"
"What do you want?" he snapped coldly. She grinned; just the same as the other night.
"I merely want to sell you a product of mine and then if you like it, you can promote it in KaibaCorp.'s market."
"What's in it for me? Or more so, you? I doubt you would want to sell a product and then get nothing out of it?"
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Kaiba," she grinned, putting her feet on the table her computer held, "I just merely want to sell you a product of mine. You would decide how much profit to give me, since I feel it will be a big help for later on in the near future. You see, I will give on of the counterfeit cards I came across the other day and a real card, both of which you can keep. My product will show you the difference between the two and how you can avoid buying counterfeit cards."
"How will I know you didn't make the 'counterfeit' card yourself? This is a waste of money and my time."
She grimaced. "Mr. Kaiba, how can myself, a sixteen-year old girl, make counterfeit cards?"
"Many people thought I couldn't start running KaibaCorp at fourteen, but I did. This is a waste. I'm hanging up."
"Wait!" she yelled into the phone, praying she wouldn't hear a click of a hang-up.
"What?" he snapped.
"There is another reason for my call." She heard him cuss under his breath, but continued, surprised he still had the receiver I his hands. "I challenge you to a duel. The name's Matsu." There was a long pause, a pause too long for comfort. "M-Mr.Kaiba?"
"No," came the short refusal from the other line.
"What?! Mr. Kaiba! You-you can't…..you can't refuse!" All she received was the beep of a real hang up.
This time she was mad. The reason she hadn't attended high school until she was sixteen was because she was training her deck to defeat Kaiba. She bunched her hands into fists and threw a nearby book at the wall with little intentional aim, hitting a picture frame and knocking it down.
Matsu knew that her only option was to attend Domino High tomorrow. After picking her frame up and resetting it on the wall, she turned off the morning news and walked to her Jeep, her sights set on picking up the school uniform she ordered.
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