Wow

Wow! Today started as a one very screwed up day. I cannot even begin to think where to start. First of all, my day was completely ruined by the worst holiday on the face of the planet. Want to know which? Three guesses, but you will probably only need one and the other two do not count. Yep, it is Valentine's Day, the most despised day on the calendar for me.

It disgusts me; people giving each other their little presents to show their love and affection. Ha, what a joke. Feelings do not last. They never last.

Valentine's was always the most upsetting day of the year for me because I knew that no one can ever love me, but that again I did not need their love. I have been getting by without it before, so why should it bother me now. As far as I am concerned the only love I need is from my little brother, Mokuba, our brotherly love that we share.

Concerning Mokuba by the way, that was the second misfortune of my day. As I already said earlier, I was not even planning on waking up, but unfortunately Mokuba did that for me.

This morning, February the fourteenth, as I was drowned in my deep sleep, which surprisingly had no nightmares, I felt someone shaking me furiously trying to wake me up.

"Go away", I said still not realizing thoroughly what was going on. I did not quite catch the concept of why I was being woken up from my slumber on such a short notice.

"Oniichan, wake up, you are going to be late for school", he said shaking me more gently now.

I waved my left hand in the direction from which the enthusiastic voice was coming from and said, "There is no school today, Mokuba, leave me alone." I tried to pretend that I was falling asleep again, which I actually was, since I was so tired from working all night yesterday. I had to finish a couple of the company reports, concerning the latest technology advancements at Kaiba Corp. Although two or three cups of coffee kept me up late, I always dreaded drinking them, mainly because I always felt extremely sleepy and my head received unbearably painful headaches the next morning.

So, already guessed how I was feeling? Yeah, I felt like shit.

And I felt even worse now that my little brother was yelling at me in my sleep. Just when I felt the wave of relief flooding over me as I thought that he had left the most unexpected thing happened, because apparently, Mokuba had totally different plans for me.

Completely out of nowhere, Mokuba got a microphone, which I did not even knew he had, which was somehow connected to the speakers in my room, which were there for the mansion intercom.

"Seto Kaiba," the intensifying sound yelled," you get out of the bed this instant, or else."

What the…"All right, all right, I am up damn it! What in the hell do you want Mokuba!" I screamed furiously as I practically flew out of bed, my farm feet now touching the cold wooden floor.

When he saw how angry I was, he lowered the mike, and looked up at me with the most innocent, pleading blue eyes I have ever seen, and said," I am sorry big brother," his eyes were now full of tears as I felt my heart wretch.

Before I could say anything else of at least apologize to him, he grabbed his violet backpack and ran out of the room shutting the door loudly behind him.

'Mokuba, wait' I wanted to say, but it was too late as I heard the front door slam, and I knew Mokuba was already gone.

'Damn, damn, damn' I thought as I realized what just happened. I sighted deeply and ran my hand through my thick, chocolate hair. 'Now he will not forgive me for a while.'

'What did he want that was so important anyway…strange. He usually did not use such a harsh method for waking me. Whatever he had to say must have been important.'

Just as that thought ran through my mind, ironically I looked up and saw a small blue bag by the door. Mokuba must have dropped it while running out.

I went over to the door and grabbed the blue bag. I sat back down on my king-sized bed and opened the colorful bag. Inside, there were two small packages. One was carefully wrapped in a rainbow colored paper with a medium, white bow to match the thick white lines of the paper, rather than the thin blue, orange, and yellow colors. The other, was blue, almost the same color of the bag that contained both gifts. It had a very nice, detailed watercolor artwork and had an outlined picture of the famous Mona Lisa.

I looked at the little silver tag attached to it which said 'Happy Holidays, Niisan. From: Mokuba.'

'Hmm,' I thought, 'which holiday was he referring to?' Even though I did not know what the holiday was, I felt very guilty that I screamed at by brother, when the only thing he tried to do was give me a present.

I sighted deeply again, as I was about to put down the bag, go after my brother to his middle school, and try to make it up to him somehow.

Then, completely out of the blue, I averted my gaze to the other, rainbow-colored package, and decided that I would check what was written on the pale, yellow colored square that was secured tightly to the box.

As I flipped it over, I almost felt my heart skip a beat as I read the neatly written text over and over.

My breath became rigid and quick as I read the words 'Happy Valentine's Day, Yugi. Love, Mokuba.' one more time.

At that point, I did not even know at which sentence to be more surprised about. I felt dizzy, and my head started spinning. The whole room suddenly seemed to be going round and round, like the revolving restaurant on top of the Marriot hotel. I had to hold on to my bedside drawer just to keep myself from falling off.

Love, Mokuba? Love, Mokuba? Is that what it said, no it is not possible, is it. Please, gods tell me that it is just a friendship kind of love. Please! Now that I think about it, Mokuba does spend more and more time with that good for nothing, slimy, shrimp, who thinks that the whole world wants to be friends with him.

Well, here is a newsflash for you Yugi Motou: No one cares about your retarded little friendship songs you sing with that totally dumb, slutty, idiotic person named Tea, who I do not even think is a girl, she looks more like a freaking anteater who's brain has been squashed into tiny little pieces and fed to that completely pathetic guy in their clan named Tristan, who apparently did not get any smarter by it.

Does he like not know that overly tall, anorexic monkeys like him belong in closed up lab where every once in a while shows up an old grumpy doctor with overly huge glasses under which you can not even see his eyes properly, so they seem like two misplaced blobs of old glue that overtime adopted a yellowish-brown color and smell like a wet dog, from who's sclera seem to be leaking out some disgusting, sticky, albescent stuff that goes down his dry, fat cheeks, and travels down to his curved nose which seems to be raised up a bit, so he looks like a swine, especially because of his deep red-orange freckles that resemble moles with some tiny black hair sticking out of the center. Of course the freckles match the color of his revolting, greasy hair that seems like it has not been washed in months at a time. Under his chin seem to also be enormous pimple that looks like it is going to burst any minute now and flood half of the planet. Massive sweat is now overflowing his neck which is located right under his third chin. His old, white, and half ripped doctor's outfit is covering his massive body, which seems to be so out of balance that there appears to be an illusion that a blind butcher took the pieces of old, left over meat and glued them together using one bottle of Elmers' glue. His unstable legs barely keep his body standing, as he shifts from side to side which approximately takes him two full minutes to do, one minute for one side, the other to another side. He nearly falls over, but his fat fingers which are attached to a part of his body that is supposed to be a hand, but what he has looks more like three dead cats tied together, found in an alley by some Chinese people who obviously had too much sake to drink, and who decide to make more money for their alcohol by selling them to their epileptic cousin that lives a block away, so that he can put them to a good use by making them into some sort of tofu sandwiches that he sells on the corner of the Red Lights District to some completely oblivious American tourists. So the extremely overweight doctor, with some absolutely out of sort reflex, grabs the nearby counter, that actually bends under the weight of his fat and barely holds on a as his knees almost give out. By a miracle, he seems to manage to get back up, of course not before another series of monolithic sweat drop flood down his neck. As he stands back up, he shakily outstretches his wet, slippery hand to the weird, freaky-haired monkey boy and says with a high pitched voice that which seems like pipe has been shoved down his throat hitting his every nerve and every pore that contains as much cellulite as the whole population in Africa, "My name is Mr. Fattilda McDonalds, I am your new doctor", he pauses slightly as if to think with his brain, but his reflexes tell him that he does not have one and continues, "what is your name, Mr. Monkey?"

Ha! Ha! Ha! How would you like to live in that kind of nightmare Tristan Taylor?

Whew…it felt good to let it all out…

Anyways, getting back on the Yugi Motou subject, I do not even begin to understand who exactly he had all there minions that he calls friends. Does he not realize that the one and only reason that those idiots hang out with him ids because Yami, that is right, Yami won all those duels for him.

The retard Yugi does not even deserve to have the credit for wining those duels, because here is another newsflash: he sure as hell did not win them. I mean hello? Get a freaking clue already people. Yugi is just a weak, little crybaby who can not even stand on his two feet without help of Yami.

To tell the truth, I would even respect or admire Yami if he was not as weak and pathetic as that Yugi of his. Yami is pathetic for being so nice to the damn brat who does not even deserve it.

But of course Yami is fool for doing so. Too bad for him, and he actually calls himself a King of Games. What games would those be, might I ask. Tick-Tack-Toe?

And what is up with that hair of his. It looks more like a burned stack of hay if you ask me. Do people actually believe that that is his real color? But than again, the only people he hangs out with are the number one morons in the country. I cannot really say if they are most retarded in the world, I have not been to every part of the world yet. So judging from that it would not be fair to myself to say that. But trust me; compared to them the Arabians seem overly intelligent.

And last, but certainly not least, I will repeat again that no one and absolutely on one in the world with exception of the bunch of imbeciles wants to be his friends.

Period, exclamation point.

Wait a second, did that card say that it is …….. VALENTINES' DAY?

/hopefully…..to be continued/

Yeah, different from my other story, "Lumination", but in my opinion, writing it was rather entertaining. Until next time!CIAO!