Lightning-Dono: Happy, happy!
Answers to the reviewscan't think – I didn't necessarily think it was that sad, but then again I was rereading it while I was sugar high. :)
Queen Insanity – I'm a sucker for sad stuff, so when they turned to stone I was crying. xD; My friend thought I was nuts. And I know how you feel about Mokie but it had to drama somehow. At first Isis was going to die in the crash, but I thought it'd be too predictable and stupid.
Witch01 – That's where I come in. ((types))
JellyML1392 – I always thought Shizuka/Serenity x Seto was idiotic. How the heck did they get together and why would Jounouchi let them do that? It hardly makes sense. Anzu x Seto I can see. Kind of. oO; You'll see what happens. ;)-----
Kaiba, upon entrance to the building, found a crisp yellow envelope lying by the most outward pillar. It was unmarked and included no return address.
"Maybe it's a resume," Isis pointed out as she picked it up, testing its weight carefully.
"I make my applicants e-mail it directly to me," he growled, snatching it from her suspicion. The sudden mood swing was surprising and the paper sliding quickly from her hands had created a small incision in her finger.
Isis shook the pain from her hand and proceeded to entering the building, Kaiba following behind with the envelope artfully deposited his outer pocket.
"You know what? I think you should get some rest," Isis suggested brightly as Kaiba strode to his office with her, slamming the door shut, and holding a pocketknife up, almost menacingly, to the edge of the envelope. Kaiba remained silent as he slit it open and shook it, looking as though he were expecting a small bomb to fall out with some lethal powder for a grand finale. Instead, a folded piece of white computer paper slid out, landing neatly on the table. It apparently was a blank card with no greeting, but when Kaiba opened it, everything was a different story.
In black marker and sketchy handwriting, the inside read, "I'm coming for you. Wait for me." There was no signature and nothing tacked to the inside to indicate whom it might've been from. Isis felt a chill go down her spine and she shuddered involuntarily, but tried to make it look as though she were just shivering from the cold air blowing in through the open window. Kaiba didn't notice, however.
"I really think you should get rest," she persisted, watching his frowning face.
"Not while Gozaburo is doing extracurricular activities, I won't," he snapped, crumpling it up and tossing it into the garbage can that was conveniently by his desk. The amount of trash in there seemed oddly minimal in comparison to the ones outside.
"How would you know it was from him?"
Kaiba made an exasperated sound. "I lived with him for years and you don't think I know his antics and what he would pull just to get revenge and a few dollars to add to his count? I'm positive it's him. No one, I tell you. No one," the heavy emphasis on those words made his voice grow louder. "says, 'Wait for me' when they send something like that. It's as obvious as putting a signature on it. He just likes taunting you and making everyone look stupid because he thinks they have nothing better to do but wait."
She approached him cautiously, lying a slender hand on his broad shoulder. "It's all right. We don't have to wait Kaiba. If he does come, then we should atleast get something done."
"Like what? It's a bit hard right now just to activate my brain." He rubbed his head subconsciously.
"We should put Mokuba...Um..." Suddenly she felt like she wasn't using the right words, like everything she was saying didn't exactly sink in through Kaiba's mind.
"Of course." He withdrew the bottle from his pocket and watched the ashes sift. "I hope Mokuba is..." As always when he spoke of his deceased brother, his throat tightened dangerously. Kaiba swallowed.
Comforting him with a brief squeeze on the shoulders, she finished the sentence for him. "Happy. I hope Mokuba is happy, too."
A light, drizzling rain started outside.
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(A/N: This part is a little odd)
Dark. It's all so dark, the young boy gasped in his thoughts, spreading pearly white wings he never knew he had. The iridescent light from what looked like the sky glinted off the wings, displaying every single feather and vein. Where...What is this place? Where's my brother? I'm scared...So...Scared... the boy was crouched in a fetal position in a corner of this new world. Everything was so unfamiliar. Seemingly solid objects simply sank through him like he was nothing more than an illusion created by an extremely talented magician.
What happened to me? The boy could only remember flashes of what had supposedly been the end. But what did it all mean? A jet-black anvil specked with dust and labeled a total of two tons. It seemed so fake. Mokuba curled up into an even tighter ball and tried to forget the leering eyes that so often appeared in the back of his mind as he tried to remember. The man he had last seen looked like the Grim Reaper with his hood down.
He opened his wide eyes that reflected nothing more than the sadness he held deep inside. Why had he been left here? That was the only question he wanted answered and if only someone would tell him, then he would be at peace. The wall behind him seemed to be made up of a glittering material that surprisingly supported him, much unlike the ones before where he had fallen through them. Everything before him changed, as though nature itself had decided to change it's course. The ground became a cloudy surface, puffy and like cotton balls. Other angelic beings enjoyed themselves; bouncing around, speaking in whispers to others...But Mokuba was unable to join them.
Mokuba rose, pale and sickly as he watched the scene before him. I must be in Kaiba Land! He thought cheerily, walking forward. Seto told me he wanted to make people happy by building it and people here are definitely happy! As he attempted to step from the hard, empty place onto the clouds, a force of unimaginable power kept him in.
"I don't understand...Why can't I get out?" So many questions and not one answer that could fit the puzzle together. A godly voice resonated.
"You cannot join them," it said. They were just four words but they infuriated Mokuba more than anything.
"Why not?" He yelled, having no clue who he was talking to. "They're there, why can't I be with them?"
"Those who died miserably cannot join the realm of those who were peaceful at mind. These people will eventually be reborn in years to come and if you are reborn you will be a bitter, lonely child. We cannot allow that."
The young boy paused. Seemingly nothing could stop his anguished tears. "Seto! Seto!" He banged against the thick, protective bubble that forced him away from the rest. "Come and save me!" Falling to the ground, he cried. Dark, poignant tears wet the ground.
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Isis leaned out the window, a gusty wind sending raindrops flying in to moisten her hair.
"An angel is crying," she whispered.
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That had to be the worst chapter ever. Sorry, I forced myself to write even through my Writer's Block. -.-