I've always had an air of calm about me.
I thought everyday so was much fun…
I was so content with things.
But once in awhile…I would hear a voice…just for a moment…
"Are you truly happy?"
Something was cold inside me…
Like ice I wouldn't melt.
For some reason…I felt like something was wrong. I felt like this calm…was somehow fake.
I'd be laughing and surrounded by friends…and then suddenly I' d feel very distant from everyone.
I was afraid…
…Of days like that.
I wonder if I…could really feel anything at all.
Even if I smiled. Even if I was doing lots of fun things with my friends…I totally controlled any show of emotion.
Deep down, I felt like nothing could reach my heart.
But there was a worry in my mind that wouldn't go away…
…Would I always be alone?
…
The truth was I was always alone.
I've always been worried about that.
Why do I think such things?
I've been blessed in so many ways.
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Young five-year-old Seto just stared at the doors in the maternity ward. Doctors rushed in and out. Most were giving orders to the nurses and yelling things that Seto did not know of.
His father smiled softly and looked at his son. "You're little brother is being born Seto." he explained. Seto looked up and smiled, just to please his father.
Suddenly, Seto turned away and began crying. His wails caught the attention of most people whom were also waiting. His father knelt down and picked up his son, giving the other people looks of embarrassment. "Shush…Seto, it's alright." he said to his son.
Seto shook his head. "Mommy is dead Daddy. Mommy is gone, and she won't be coming back."
The father just shook his head. "Everything will be alright…" he said softly.
Ten minutes later, it was reported that the baby had been successfully delivered but the Mother unfortunately did not make it.
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Nine-year-old Seto got into the car of his father, who was somewhat sober, but not fully. The young boy held an emotionless expression and he took his seat. He buckled his seatbelt quickly.
They were going to pick up Mokuba from a daycare. Seto himself would have had to go as well, but when he had gone, his eyes held the appalling look. It scared the workers and they immediately told his father that Seto could not go there anymore. So Seto found his time playing games of chess against himself, fighting himself as if he were two people. He was able to take care of himself easily.
So now Seto and his half-sober father were driving to the daycare. About five minutes till they would reach it, Seto's eyes widened and he unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped from the car quickly.
An oncoming trunk with a full drunk driver came and hit his own father's car head on, resulting in a small explosion that killed both men easily and quickly.
Seto got up, his left cheek bleeding a bit from his young body being thrown hard to the floor. He closed his eyes, silent tears running down them. He wiped them away, only to have them replaced with new ones, and he walked down the streets that weren't in a frenzy as he made his way to the daycare to pick up his younger brother Mokuba.
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"Seto, Seto, it is not your fault. You didn't kill anyone. Please wakeup…"
A small splash of water on my cheek from a tear.
I was regaining my senses. I was regaining my thoughts, and my ability to breath.
I felt now like I was drowning, holding my breath for such a long time. I sucked in air for as long as I could, and in doing so resulted in cries of happiness.
But from who? I don't remember anything.
"I'm going to need to contact your parents or guardian to tell them of your news."
"Group of students"
"I smile because I'm happy."
I was stagnating.
Now I can remember. I stagnated because Onata-san talk about my parents. She didn't know about them, so I couldn't blame her for anything. But I stagnated…and I don't know how long I had been asleep.
"Niisama!! Niisama!!!" I heard a happy voice. Only one person calls me Niisama, so it had to be Mokuba.
"Calm down, Mokuba. He is breathing now…" that was a cool and calculating voice…Yami, without question.
"Hard to believe he has been living with this disease. He is always so emotionless, so how could something trigger it? Onata-san just said that she told him she would need to contact his parents or guardian." That was an annoying voice…but it had some worry. Perhaps it was Jounouchi? Well, that's strange. I didn't call him a mutt.
I fluttered open my eyes. I heard those people gasp happily once more. Now I could see that the whole Yugi-tachi was in this huge bedroom of mine, and so was Mokuba. I felt tired again.
My first real concentration was on Jounouchi, for he began to laugh as if he just heard a really crappy joke. Everyone looked at him, and he said between his laughter, as far as I could make out, since I was still tired, "Kaiba…you…look…on…drugs…expression."
Well no duh dumbass. I was out cold for who knows how long, and I'm still groggy when I awake. What is so hard about comprehending that and understanding it in a non-humoring way?
I looked at Mokuba and he nodded to me silently, then walked to Jou and kicked him in the shin for me. The whole room laughed, and I smiled at Mokuba with my eyes. He saw this and rushed to my side.
"How are you feeling Niisama?" he asked me, putting a hand to my forehead. I closed my eyes, but then recalled that I didn't want the tachi to see my weakness. I sat up quickly, and became a little nauseous, but I regained myself before I could vomit.
"I'm fine Mokuba." I tried to reply in the best voice I could that would represent that I was convalescing. Everyone else took the bait except for Mokuba, and I could tell easily from the way he crossed his eyes at me.
"Oh no you don't Niisama. You need to convalesce the old fashion way. That means plenty of fluids and sleep." my brother scolded me. I heard some of the tachi laugh, but I ignored them.
"Mokuba, I said that I'm fine." I replied sternly. I got my feet over the bed and stood up sharply, making me once again nauseous. But I would not show weakness in front of these people.
Anzu and Yugi ran to me while Mokuba just jumped across the bed. "Niisama!" he whined. Yugi and Anzu put their arms up as if I was going to fall. I was not going to fall.
"Yo, Kaiba, you really need to relax! I mean, just bye getting up that fast you can make yourself ill again!" Honda shouted across the room to me. I rolled my eyes but did not reply.
Suddenly, I was pushed onto the bed. I looked at the culprit. It was the double team of Jou and Yami. "First of all," Yami began for the pair, you're going to tell us why you never told us of this disease before." his face was stern, but now it softened a bit. "We just want to help you Seto. But we can't help you if you don't tell us these things. We were really worried."
"Why the hell would I tell you?" I sneered. I looked in another direction. "We aren't that close. Though you may consider me part of your 'tachi', I am not. I'm a free person, not getting caught up in your lies of friendship."
I heard Anzu growl and Jou mutter something incoherent under his breath. I looked back, just as Yami was about to speak, and I interrupted him. "Now, get out of my house. Even if I'm not feeling up to your standards, it doesn't give you any right to interrogate me in my own house and make yourself at home."
I got myself up and watched them mutter things under their breath as they gathered themselves and left my room. Mokuba sent me a glare, meaning I was being too rude, but he followed after them. Probably to see them goodbye.
I climbed back in my bed and closed my eyes. I was tired once more. I let myself go into the darkness that came with the comfort of sleep.
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Setoobsessive-2: Hello again folks. This of course isn't the end, and still I appreciate all te reviews I have received! So, once again, Reviewer's Responses!
Saiyan Jedi: This next chapter was very interesting, I hope!
Shadu: hides I continued! I continued! Now I don't have to feel the wrath of your hikari or you! Whew!
Sia: You only tolerate yaoi? Maybe I'll make it a yaoi, just for you...or something. How about I put up a vote in the next chapter. And why does the teacher hate Kaiba so much? Well, if you know the feeling of putting down someone higher then you and getting away with it, then you would feel happy and light too. But Kaiba spoiled the teacher's mood, so...yeah. LOL
IcyPanther: Well, of course the good samaritans were the Yugi-tachi! I've always enjoyed the idea of my favorite character feeling weak and helpless and then they get rescued by the main character! I don't know why, either...maybe I'll go contemplate that for awhile, ne?
the-kaiba-heir: I'm very flattered that you would review for me! I hope I don't disappoint you and you stop reviewing! And yeah, I've read a few stories named turmoil. If only they would update, ne?
Nephths-Poison: that's part of the disease he has! He'll seizure, but he really isn't, only he really is. I think i I just reread Onegai Teacher a few more times, then I'll finally understand it fully! ...or something like that.
Kokoro Pocky Neko: you got an account and put me on there right away?! I'm very flattered! Yeah, I agree that those Whose Lines Parodies are getting old, since nobody can ever come up with fresh ideas... Hm...I guess my ideas are unique. Thankyou for saying such!