Story Notes
Amor Vincit Omnia is Latin for 'Love Conquers All'. Cheesy-when-translated, but I enjoyed it.
The story is about 90% Seto's POV, mostly because that's what I wrote before I realized that there were a couple of people who wanted something to say too – mainly Mokuba, who WOULD NOT cooperate in third person. Pairing wise… Well, Seto didn't want to hook up with anyone, really, and there were way too many people who looked like they were hitting on him (especially Malik and Yami, and sometimes Ryou…), but in the end, we just left it all open ended.
I worry about characterization in this one a lot, especially Malik and Bakura.
(Seto)
Every eighteen-year-old comes of age with a couple dreams, and I was no exception to the rule – I'd had big plans from the moment I turned eighteen.
By the time I was nineteen, I'd achieved every single one. I had a good job: a minor position in a big technology company. It wasn't the greatest job ever, and my boss was a complete fruit, but he was nice enough, and I would work my way up with time.
I wasn't dead.
I had a home – it wasn't big or fancy, but it was enough.
And most of all, I had two treasures: one was out with his friends, and the other I was fiddling with on my bed. It was a wooden puzzle box; it took me at least three minutes of little tricks in order to open it… and I loved every second. Inside I kept a trove of things – pictures of me and my brother, airplane ticket stubs, a couple letters… but my favorite, the one I constantly looked at, was a small note, beginning to tear along its creases and smudged where the pencil marks were wearing away. The message was simple, but it made me smile every time I looked at it.
It reminded me of everything I ran away from.