Finally finished, Seto sighed as he gathered up his papers and closed his laptop. He stood up and sighed again as he walked out the door to find no one left in the Kaiba Corp. building.
Seto glanced around to see the streets deserted; no cars zoomed past and no people walked by looking at the many clothing stores. His eyes flickered to his watch as he groaned to see that it was well past one in the morning. Well, at least he got all of his work done today. He rubbed his sore neck, pain running through it from being bent over papers every day.
Seto wrapped his jacket tightly around him: it was another of those cold winter nights where the frigid air kept all the red shutters on the middle-class apartments near his mansion locked tight.
Not a soul strayed outside, and for this Seto was happy; it allowed him time to think about the deals he made, people he fired and businessmen he hired everyday.
He sighed as he walked past a run down Japanese Sushi shop that he and Mokuba used to go to once a week with… with them. The bright colors of green, red, blue and yellow were now covered with wooden boards and graffiti. Pathetic that kids could find nothing better to do than act like Americans, he thought to himself, a sneer on his lips.
Seto quickly moved on, letting those memories fly out of his mind of days gone by. He hurried past some of the newer places: a coffee shop covered in bright yellow and black paint, a dress store with white gowns gleaming in the moonlight and…
His thoughts where interrupted by the sound of something falling in the alleyway behind him. He guessed it was probably just a local cat.
He looked up at the chilled night sky. The cold, icy wind blowing across his face, Seto had the sudden urge to let his hands fly to his ears to try and keep himself warm, but he dare not.
Some ways down the road Seto found himself in a somewhat difficult situation. Actually it wasn't that difficult at all…it was a slight debate of which way he should take. If he where to go right, then that would lead him past a couple of shops and towards home…but it would be a slight while longer; while the other way lead past the baseball field and a gym…and it wouldn't take as long. You can guess which way he took: the way that lead past the baseball field and gym.
Seto walked quickly past the stands in the baseball field, refusing to bury his head into edge of his jacket to keep warm. He wouldn't start that again.
Yet even though his eyes were straight ahead he still didn't see them until they smashed head on into each other around the corner.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Seto snarled at him and took a step back.
A soft "Ow!" escaped their lips, and when that person leaned forward to clutch at their hand the hat they were wearing slipped forward to reveal shoulder length hair the color of dark wood. As Seto started to leave the sight, walking around her of coarse, Seto noticed blood-dripping form the now-known girl's hand. She clutched it tightly and stood there in silence. Feeling no need to be there any more Seto went on home. It was too late at night for him to care much for some stupid accident that wasn't his fault.
The girl groaned, clutching her hand as Seto Kaiba hurriedly walked past and silently thanked anyone listening that he didn't make sure she was okay.
She carefully made sure no one was around and slipped the blade that had cut her back into her boyish-looking gym bag. The girl drew her hair back under her hat and sighed. Another groan of pain escaped her lips and she moaned quietly,
"Now what do I do?"
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