To be a Dragon

S. Hawk: New story on board!

Y. Hawk: Let's just get this over with.

Seto: Why the hell are you always doing stories about me?

S. Hawk: Boredom mostly. I can't think of a better subject anyways.

Chaos: S. Hawk does not own anything.


Chapter 1: anxiety

Sanctuary was what I wanted.

Anxiety is all I am given. For all my money and material worth, I still can't get the one thing I want…until now. I have been working as the CEO of Kaiba Corp for many years now. Sometimes, I just want to give up all this responsibility and do what I want to do. The only thing stopping me is Mokuba. I made a promise to him that I am going to take care of him for as long as I can. That means that I have to do this awful job that I hate. There are way too many stupid and impatient people in the business world. I am ready to breakdown and go straight to the insane asylum.

Fortunately, I have found my sanctuary. It was somewhere that I least expected to find it: a tea house. An American tea house is what it really is. I wasn't paying attention one day while I was walking around the city called Dallas and I happened upon this out of the way tea house. It served more than just tea, thankfully, but it still maintained a pseudo-Asian atmosphere to it. I didn't really care since it was quiet and I could be alone…for once.

That is the location of this ironic story. I never thought that what was going to happen would ever happen to me. It was far too late to do anything about it when I finally figured it out. I can't say that I'm upset by these events but it makes one wonder what strange things life can offer a person. I better start at the beginning.

It was a hot autumn day in Dallas. I was really surprised by the weather considering this was my first experience in Dallas. I just arrived from Domino City, Japan. After the recent Duel Monsters tournament, I had a company to expand. We made plans to expand into America and we started with Dallas. Well, that first week in Dallas was hell on earth. I can't believe how arrogant and pushy American business people are. There was no sign of respect from any of the employees. Oh, how I missed Japan that first week. It wasn't until I discovered the tea house that I truly thought that I belong here in America.

The tea house itself was very small but it had a great location. It was half a mile from the business building that I was now starting. It sat next to a huge bookstore, several outlet clothing stores, some small restaurants, and most importantly the comic book shop. I don't indulge in much merchandise of that frivolous comic book shop that other people do. I just like it because very few people actually enter that place. It was a really quiet place when the tea house became too full of annoying college students. Another reason I like that comic book shop is because of her: comic book lady. I didn't learn her name until much later but that was what I called her.

She wasn't drop dead gorgeous but her reddish-brown hair that framed her slightly tinted face was enough to get my attention. I didn't think too much of her considering I just came to the tea house or comic book store to get some peace and quiet. I had found myself a usual table at both the tea house and the comic book shop. The interesting thing was that comic book lady also had a habit of coming to the tea house at 3:00 pm everyday and leaving at 7:00 pm. I know this because I usually arrive at the tea house ten minutes before she does and leave ten minutes after she does. I spend over four hours relaxing in these places each day. What about the company? I still have my laptop that I continuously do work on. It is like I never actually leave my office. Everyone at work assumes that I went home (the one in Dallas) to do work. I would do that if Mokuba wasn't at home (he transferred to the high school in Dallas so he could stay with me). Mokuba is my brother and I love him to death but dear God, can he be any needier? He continuously ask for money, to borrow the car, or if I have time to hang out with him. He assumes that I'm still at work until 8: 00 pm when I arrived home.

When the tea house is unusually noisy, we both make a retreat back to the shop. I've noticed that she worked at the comic book shop (hence the name) when I first passed by the place. It was later revealed to me that the comic book lady worked a regular morning shift from 8:00 am – 3:00 pm and she went to the tea house after work. Many of the local patrons of the store loved this girl. They say that she is very kind, helpful, and knowledgeable about any of the topics that they introduce to her. If she didn't know a topic, she was very interested to learn about it from anyone who was knowledgeable in that topic. I still believe it was because she was the only girl that would talk to those losers.

One particular day was the start of something different. The tea house was crammed full of college students who decided to have a club meeting in this establishment. I couldn't stand those annoying girls in there extremely tight and barely covering clothing. I hate those slutty women and especially those cocky frat boys. They think that they are so wonderful because daddy and mommy worked so hard to earn a lot of money so that they can blow it on fast women. I despise those morons because I had to work extremely hard for my fortune. The only comforting thing is that eventually, they will be working for me.

Since the tea house was packed, I decided to retreat to my second fortress of solitude. What the hell did I just say? I have been in that comic book shop too long. On this day, she saw that I was coming into the comic book shop so she called the tea house to place her "usual" on order. She would come pick it up when she got off of work. Apparently, she must have been a really friendly person with the manager of the tea house since she all of a sudden thanked him graciously about how he was such a nice guy to bring it up to her. So, we both had our "usual" and we were sitting at our usual comic book tables. My usual consisted of dark coffee with no cream, no milk, and very little sugar and a sesame bagel with cream cheese. I was sitting at the table in the far corner and she was sitting at the table right next to mine. All of a sudden, she breaks routine and starts talking to me!

"I see that your back here again on your laptop. I noticed that you come here when the crowd gets a little rowdy at the tea house. I can't blame you since I don't like the noise either. I bet you come in here for the peace and quiet. Of course, I'm breaking your peace and quiet by talking now. You know what? I'll shut up now."

I couldn't believe she actually had the nerve to talk to me! I can here to be left alone and she was chatting with me! How bold of such a small lady! I was about to tell her off when I noticed that she stopped making noise immediately after saying that. I realized that she has always been at that table near me and I barely heard a peep out of her any of the times she has sat next to me. I did something that was very strange at that moment.

"I do come here for the peace but I don't mind if you talk to me. Just keep it quiet and try not to be too disruptive."

What the hell did I just say? I actually told her that she could talk to me! Why the hell did I do that? It's too late now to change anything. I should have told her off at that time and none of what happened would have happened. Unfortunately, she turned and smiled at me. She started to write again on her notebook paper. Every time I come in her, she is always writing something. I was extremely curious about it. She happened to guess that I was curious because of what she said next.

"I'm working on some poems. I'm an aspiring poet and novelist. Do you want to see some of my poems? You can read these two while I head to the lady's room. Tell me what you think."

With that, she left me to read her stupid poems. I never really understood the attractiveness of poetry until I read her poems.

Each one of us is a stranger to one another yet I feel that your
Meaningful existence has truly inspired true friendship in my
Aspiring life. I live with you near me
Not out of dependence but out of true acceptance for
In your heart lies my future and our happiness.
Everything I have shared with you is my feelings and
Life has honored me with your friendship.
Like any other woman, I have feared the harshness that
Idiotic females have been known to express which can freeze

Ice and burn the raging inferno. I know not the
Subtlety of a female until your

Awakening eyes set me free of my burdens.

Birds fly for you and butterflies flutter at your command so that
Each of them can experience your warmth
And every one of them can be given a reason to live.
Until that day, I walk in the shadow of my brother and
That fear and dependence chokes me.
I know now the love of one true friend to another and let me say this
For you and for you only:
Until the sun set on your
Lovely mind and body,

Life will
Allow me to stay by your side my
Dearest and truest friend.
You are so beautiful and don't let the world tell you differently.

I couldn't believe what I just read. Even though it was kind of cheesy, the heart-warming words felt so dear to me. I wish I was the friend that she was talking about. I believed that I never will have a friend like that. How little I know about the future. I didn't waste any time reading the next one.

Now that I'm back with my dearly beloved,
Inseparable we have become and only happiness prevails.
I cannot forget his love for it gave the light to see with.

So much love and respect I have for him yet
Anger clouds his judgment. No matter how much he
Needs, he is still willing to give it all to me.

Just when nothing could tear us apart, she
Opens her mouth and my beloved follows like an
Eager puppy behind her. Oh how I wish
You would be so faithful to me but I do not regret.

When all was dark and gloomy, you lifted me to the
Highest point that you could lift me. I remember
Every moment of your love and kindness yet
Every time I need you now, blond hair walking away is all
Life shows me. I will not blame you for loving her but
Everything we experienced together will
Remain special, won't it big brother

Her brother would abandon her like that? I couldn't believe the words that I had read. This is almost something Mokuba could have written. I haven't been there as much as I should be. He still needs me. I will not be like this mutt that has abandoned comic book lady! Of course, I might have to learn her real name and she learn mine.

She eventually came back and I handed her back her poems. This was the beginning of something that may or may not be a terrible thing in my life. It is far too early to tell.