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Wow

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

I abruptly jumped off my bed and hid under the elevated mattress. I looked at my super cool, new, digital watch, which was actually the most recent invention in Kaiba Corp. clocks department (don't ask haw we have one; just bear with me here okay?).

I almost got another heart attack as I looked at my watch which showed what I thought was impossible. It was really Valentine's Day, and it was on the worst day of the week-…Monday… ladies and gentlemen, yes it was …Monday…

I did not want say the dreaded word out loud, for it was as bad as the word …Valentine's Day… uuu.. scary...

Naturally, you wouldn't think that the rich, totally gorgeous CEO of Kaiba Corp. such as myself, if you don't mind my saying so (what am I saying of course you wouldn't), would be afraid of such a meaningless thing as a …Monday…, but I am.

Everything bad always happens on Monday. Well, at least for me it does. Once, long ago there, was even a pie throwing contest on a Monday, and guess who got hit right in their face, that's right, me! How, you ask. Well, I cannot help but wonder myself. All I know is that I woke up, with a huge headache, (obviously from drinking, but it's not like I'm ever going to admit to that anyway) and when I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I found a foreign face staring back at me, and thought, 'Geez, I must still be sleeping.'

The face that I saw before me, resembled that of a snowman who, after being a bit melted and thrown some dirt at, was peed on by a small dog that was taken on a walk by his "master", who probably would be believed if he said that he was the dogs' twin brother.

'I pray that this is a dream', I thought 'Mokuba is going to pinch me any second now, and I am going to find myself laying in my soft, warm bed curled in the cottony, light sheets that that have Ultra Downy Apple Fresh scent to them, completely clean with my perfectly pale skin showing through.'

But did I? Noooo, of course not. Instead, after standing there like an idiot for a couple more minutes, and realizing that my comfy bed fantasy, was just a mere wish, I brought my finger to the base of my head and wiped a line of white cream off my forehead. Then, I brought my finger to my mouth and carefully licked it. Now it's not what you might think, I did that just to taste what the heck was covering my entire face, so put your perverted little fantasies away and save them till the end of the story. My finger tasted like one of those vanilla cream cheese pies, and the yellow stuff was actually some lemon, or at least I think it was.

Than, I screamed, which unexpectedly sounded like that guy George, form "Scary Movie 3", (hey I still felt some affects of alcohol from the previous night, okay)?

The door to the bathroom opened, and the worried voice of my brother said," What's wrong, Oniichan?'

At this point I could not help but wonder what more should I be worried about, waking up and seeing myself like this, or letting my brother hear me scream and letting him see me like this? Okay, definitely the second one.

When Mokuba realized that there was no danger, he smiled brightly, starting laughing, and then said "Smile, big brother."

Bright flash stung my eyes, and I could not help but wonder what in the world just happened. Only after a few moments, when my situation suddenly hit me, it was too late. Mokuba and the camera were both gone, and nowhere to be found. Of course I found my brother after a while, but not the camera.

He still uses that picture against me in the most profitable for him situations. Well, we do have the same blood running in our veins, so I'm not so surprised.

Now you know why I hate Mondays, right? A bunch of other screwed up shit happened on other Mondays, but I'll tell you about that some other time, because right now, I have more important things to worry about…like….Valentine's Day….

Now, I found myself looking around, and thinking 'What the heck am I doing? I'm Seto Kaiba, and I'm hiding, yes I'm hiding from a …Monday... Never thought the day would come that I would be actually hiding under my bed like a little kid.'

Mokuba tells me that I remind him of some sort of cartoon fat cat by the name of Car..filled…or… Garfiiileed or something of that sort. He started to read on of these American comic books, not that I mind really, as long as he reads something, but I found it quite insulting when he called me a fat cat. He later on explained the reason, which he said was that Gar… he cat, also dreaded …Mondays…, from which point on, I started to he interested in the comic myself.

He also said that this cat drinks as much coffee as a Ford Expedition burns gas. That, he said, is another thing he can relate to me. I cut my coffee intake from than on.

When I finally found enough courage, I crawled out from under the bed, and said out loud to no one in particular "Ah, hell with it, I'm going to school."

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my laptop, and after contemplating for a while, picked the blue bag from my bed with an intension of opening my gift at school, and maybe if I'll feel nice enough today, maybe I'll give the other one to the shrimp.

As I walked out of my room, I knew I'd be late, but decided to go anyway just to practice my evil laugh when I'll he the bunch of imbeciles, including the anteater and the freak orangutan.

Although I finally got out of the house, I found another problem waiting for me just outside my door. The limo driver looked at me apologetically, and a bit frightened and said "I'm sorry sir, but your tires… "

He spoke no more as I looked down and saw all four of the tires of my by the way brand new limo, broken. Now tell me, what are the odds of that? But of course, at this point, I'm not really surprised at anything anymore. I mean it is, Monday… and Valentine's Day…

"What happened?" I asked quite annoyed. Right now, I wasn't even worried about the tires anymore. So much bad stuff happened so far today, that I didn't even bother to care. The only thing that I was worried about right now, was how in the hell am I going to get to school.

I sound a bit eager now, don't I? Well, since I'm so determined, I wasn't going to give up no matter what. I was going to get to school, even if I had to crawl back there on all fourths carrying a monkey dressed like Osama on my back. Well, than I'll have to formulate a plan on how to get there alive. But no worries! I am after all, the Seto Kaiba, and I will survive no matter how many monkeys in weird head turbans dressed like Middle Eastern assassins there are on my back!

With that thought in my mind, I looked at the driver who started answering the question which I even forgot I asked.

"W-ee-lll ss-i-rr," he started stuttering "I know you'll think this is strange, but something that looked like a spaceship flew over the car and …."

"Please, Hopkins, say no more. It must have been those pissed off French with whom I didn't sign the damned contract."

"But sir, don't the French have a blue and white and red flag?" he asked.

"What's your point Hopkins?" I asked still not seeing what he was getting at.

"Well, the weird spaceship, sir, it had an American flag, and there was a tall man dressed in white robes, with the pointed white hood holding it." he said in the matter-of-factly.

"Shoot, not them again! First, they put a hole in my roof, and now this. How big does the damn billboard right next to my window have to be?" Both of us look as the large, white poster that said 'I am not African American, they live next door'.

Then, ironically, we hear the voice of my enthusiastic black neighbor, "Hey there, Mr.Kaiba! What's crackalakin'?"

I look over my strong metal fence to where the 5'8 foot man is standing in from of his rundown ramshackle and crack a vague smile, all the while saying to Hopkins, "Yeah, he sure is enjoying this. Ever since he moved here, he gets no problems, while I get a new piece of my house destroyed every other morning." 'Well, it's true; this is after all the twentieth time the guy has moved in the past month. They probably got assassinated every day.'

"Maybe I should get them evicted. I am still trying to understand how they pay off all that land. He practically moved there, just to build himself a tatterdemalion, so that instead of his house being blown op, those racists blow up mine."

I watch the guy leave on his 1965, old, literally taped up two door Suzuki truck listening to what sounds like "Tipsy", still smiling brightly, and even waving!

'You just wait,' I thought,'just wait till I rub that smile off that face of yours.'

When I saw the guy disappear behind the corner, I looked back at Hopkins, who seemed to have a confused look on his face, and didn't know what to say. I sighted in defeat, and finally said, "It's okay, Hopkins, just get the car fixed, and I'll walk to school."

"Yes, sir." He said. He paused for a moment and than continued. "But sir, wouldn't you rather I get you a taxi?"

Remembering my previous bad encounters with taxi drivers who all seemed to be either gay and wanting or straight and pissed off I started to recollect a long lost memory that was now stinging my mind.

One time, obviously on a …Monday…, I called a cab. Now you're probably thinking 'Was that on a gay day, on a straight day'. Well unfortunately, the first one. Instead of driving me to Kaiba Corp., like the crazed Iraqi-looking man was supposed to, he drove me to the gay district of Shinjuku and offered me to have drink with him. So I'm like "I ain't gay." And he's like "It's never too late to start." And I'm like "Do you even know who I am?'

And he's like "That's the whole reason why you're here." And before I'm like 'Fuck off.', he launches himself at me and gives me my first gay, passionate and deeply bruising kiss. At this point, my mind is so shocked, that it can't even think, so the only thing I hear is my conscience screaming at me 'What the hell! I thought we decided that we're not gay! And now you're dumping me for some gross middle aged guy? That's it, it's like sooo over between us. I'm like so totally leaving you for that other, much more intelligent guy Yami. At least he's more sensitive!' Consciences can be such bitches sometimes, but in my case, since I'm a male, they're such assholes! I didn't even know how to respond, so I instinctively shoved him off me and got out o the car ass fast as I could. For another hour or so, I found myself walking around in a newly bought outfit I picked up from the closest clothing store, in which I looked more like "Miss Congeniality 2", but to the gay people I strangely seemed inconspicuous. Well, I wasn't complaining, as long as I had them off my back! After walking around for a couple more hours seeing nothing but men dressed in women's clothing, men constantly french kissing, men making out, and songs like "I'm a Survivor" or "Baby Boy" from some and "Move Bitch" or "Bitches Ain't Shit" from other, more wild clubs, I finally by some miracle, (well lets just say that someone up there deserves some thanks, or it might have been that high Latino druggie that showed me the directions after seeing how desperate I was, I don't know) got home, plopped on my bed completely exhausted, still hearing that loud music ringing in my ears, and fell asleep for two days without even taking off my clothes.

Well, now you know another part of why I hate …Mondays…Oh yeah, and as for my conscience, it ended up staying after returning from Yami's mind just after three days. From then on, it's happy to be with me.

Getting back to Hopkins's question, I said with a quick response "no" and began to walk down the narrow path that led towards the downtown and closer to my school.

I was beginning to think that it was better if I just had stayed hidden under my bed….

/to be continued…/

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