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Chapter Four: The Room

I missed my colored dreams. Where had they all gone to? Why was I left with only the darkness and that incessant calling in my night hours?

I yelled in my dreams sometimes. Out of torment. Why did he torture me so by just calling my name? I would never be able to reach him—that voice—and I knew it. I would be nothing.

My dreams carried over into my real life. Mokuba sometimes forgot and said, "Seto, come here for a second—oh wait, sorry, let me come to you." I don't think he knew how much he hurt me with that. I never told him. But I felt the pain and felt like crying out in my own way, which became more and more difficult to control as Mokuba got used to it, and said, "Seto, let me come to you." All the time.

I tried walking and doing normal things all the time. Never worked out. My blindness decided everything. I only walked when Mokuba was missing and I had to go somewhere important. I only ate when there was lettuce or something around because I couldn't cut anything up—no, I couldn't even eat. I never felt like it.

My company...well I checked on it in the beginning, Mokuba walked me to my building and I sort of just sat there. In truth I was no good without my laptop that the millions of stored data. Even if it hadn't been destroyed in the car accident, I wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

Employees, coworkers, my vice president and executive associates, (I had to get all new ones after the Big Five lost their pathetic little minds to a damn video game), tried to be nice to me. But they were all squeamish around me. How could they not be? Their top employer, President of Kaiba Corp., the richest man in the world, was permanently blinded. Anyone would be a little uncomfortable.

I remember one of my associates came up to me and started screaming in my ear. The sound—it was so loud—louder than normal. After I pushed the guy away with the condescending reminder that I was blind, not deaf, I realized that, without my noticing, I had better hearing. This was only natural, I knew, but I hadn't expected it so soon.

I think it was a few days after that day when I stumbled into one of my old rooms. I am still not sure to this day which room it was, I have so many and this one I don't think I even went into anymore. I remember that I had been trying to find Mokuba, (this was a stupid thing to try to do), by running my hand across the wall. That's how I got around—I just leaned my arm or shoulder against the wall and I moved in the direction I wanted to go. Bad way to do things, I constantly crashed into furniture, pictures, wall decorations, and the like.

So I was walking across the hallway calling out for Mokuba and the door to that room was open. I didn't really notice this until I fell into the room, thinking there were more walls there. Somehow the door closed when I tumbled in. Now, you see, some of the doors in my house have a lock feature that comes into effect when you close the door, (Gozaburo had that feature put in for a sadistic reason I don't want to go into). It happened to be my luck that the room I was in had this ability, which I realized after clumsily standing on my feet, feeling the door all the way to the knob only to find that it wouldn't turn in either direction. I knew that the key was somewhere in the room, I had made sure of that after I threw Gozaburo out so as not to be trapped, but...how could I find the key?

I turned around and stared at the wide blackness that was the room. I couldn't get Mokuba now; there was no one but me in there. For some reason, I got a shiver, suddenly. I thought of the fact that when one sense is eliminated, fear sparks because this is now an alienated feeling and one is not accustomed to it. However, I don't think that was the reason. Think about the facts: I was locked in—a prisoner of my own home...and my blindness.

That damn key. Where was it? In a box? A drawer? On a desk? All of those things meant that there was excess furniture, one of my worst fears now.

I attempted to summon my old courage. I used to have a lot of it, undoubtedly. My pace rarely quickened in a duel, except against Yugi when there was actually a chance of defeat for me. Ever since I lost my sight, it seemed to be damaged or dulled. There was a chance of defeat everywhere now.

I lost it then, totally. I sat down on the floor and put my head on my hands. I didn't cry, (never could never would), but I just sat there and refused to get up. What was the point? I had nothing of my old self, none of my passions, none of my life. The picture of agony, I think, was what I looked like.

The thought that struck me next changed my life forever: "Just like a pathetic dog sit at your master's feet." I had said that to Joey once. It applied now. I was being a pathetic dog, allowing my blindness to be my master. Why? Who was I anymore? I used to be stubborn and hard and, well, mean. Why had my blindness softened me? Because I was now in the way of harm? That made a little sense...but I wouldn't allow it anymore. Those words—MY words—had come back to haunt me. No way was I going to be a sad little dog.

I stood up. I was going to find that damn key.

After I unlocked the door, I had a metaphysical reaction. Not only was I free of that room, that blessed, evil room, but my blindness was no longer my captor or my master. I had unlocked the door to freedom.