It's loud. It's always loud. The engine still roars, though the flight is over. I slowly exit the door, uncertain and nervous, though I would never show it in my face. I've never been one for emotions anyway.
The light hits my eyes, and, anyone else would hold their hand over them, but I continue to walk out. Not missing a step. Without a falter. Without a smile.
I look at the small group waiting for me, by a limo ready to take off, and search the faces....
Would I recognize him? Has it been so long?
"Mr. Kaiba, sir, how was your flight?" one of the men ask me, I look at his face for a brief second then look away.
"Just take me home." I say, waiting for one of them to open the door for me.
Home. The word tastes so strange in my mouth. Home.
He'll be there, won't he?
Why isn't he here?
"Oh, of course!" one nudges another to open the door, while others put some of my suitcases in the trunk. "You're probably exhausted from your trip!"
He opens the door, and I look inside before I sit.
No sign of him.
I look back again, at the men behind me, and then past them, past the plane, past everything.
Has it really been that long?
"Is there something the matter, Mr. Kaiba?" I don't bother to look which one asked. Or care.
"Where is he?" I ask, my voice flat as usual, as I continue to look away.
There is silence at first, the idiots have no clue what I am talking about. I look at them now, and give them my coldest stare.
"-Where is who, sir?" one asks quickly, fortunately for them, before I had to ask again.
"Where is my brother?"
[........break........]
These noises. Soft and loud voices clashing together to form one meaningless mummer. Slow and fast paces creating a stampede of footsteps on the tiled and carpeted floors alike.
These noiseoholics.
I figured a stop before home wouldn't hurt. I haven't been there for, what was it... almost 10 years now?
When I arrive on the top floor, things seem to settle. The voices are few, the footsteps are few. It's only my stomach upsetting me now. I know he is here, and as I approach the door, and reach my hand to knock, it all feels so familiar. So cold and dead.
It's all been so familiar. The noise, the lack of it. The floor, the door. This feeling.
Maybe I should have never came back?
I almost pull my hand back to my side, to turn about, but I notice the door is open a crack.
"What do you mean you lost the papers?!" a voice in the room yells.
I pull my hand back from door, but I bring myself closer.
I know this voice.
"I don't need excuses from you, because you didn't just lose papers, you lost your job." The conversation is ended with a harsh slam of the phone.
This voice.....
"Gotta do everything yourself if you want anything done..." the voice mumbles.
And as my hands fall on the lifeless door, I pull somewhat back, taken aback, and not just by the coldness.
It's my voice. It's me....
Only. It's not.
I start to step back some, but I hear the voice again. Only this time, it's directed toward me.
"I know you're there," he says from afar "I know you've been listening."
My mouth begins to dry up, and that feeling in my stomach roars back up again. But I'm Seto Kaiba., so of course I won't let it show.
I lick my lips before I push the door open.
I'm Seto Kaiba. And I never should have come back.
to be continued.
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