Chapter II: Sinful
Sin. That as the only word Kaiba could think of… the never-ending taunt burnt on his denying redemption. The eyes of a stranger were not all too welcoming as Yugi's nonetheless, if only his were not so merciless.
Indifferently, he let them rake over him undoubtedly skimming every detail. Had Mokuba not subtly warned her about this? About anything out of sorts happening in the presence of a superior, let alone the prurient Yugi Mutou? For once, why had he not heeded his advice especially when it mattered the most?
Soon, Mokuba's incessant babbling slipped his mind as he caught a glimpse of Yugi shift. Where was he headed? Automatically, he assumed the worst. To tell his idiotic fan club? Mokuba? The press, that he'd been staring?
No. Of course he wouldn't. Seto Kaiba did not stare, at anything nor anyone. He was purely analytical firsthand, and anyone with any true common sense would know that… But to be safe, he wouldn't underestimate Yugi.
As he marched forward to clear the assumed, various questions drifted into his mind. How was it that Yugi could turn over that Egyptian spirit living within him into a new body as he claimed? It was he, not Yugi, who everyone spoke of to know as the greatest duelist. It was he, who had caught him supposedly 'staring'.
"What do you want, Kaiba?" came the spirit's gruff inquiry. Why was it that suddenly everyone was asking him the questions?
"To know why you're looking in my direction," he shot back.
"If I'm not mistaken, you were looking in mine."
"Then you are truly a washed up has-been Pharaoh gone senile from the centuries, aren't you?"
"Kaiba, what the fuck is your problem? I mind my own business and you stalk over here throwing accusations of me staring at you and you use it as an excuse to insult me—exactly what in Ra are you on?"
"Oh, so he learns a few modern curses and he thinks he has the right to stare at me? Honestly, you are an idiot." Was Kaiba's smug reply.
"Take that as my only compliment to you, Kaiba, for if I am truly such an idiot, why did I receive the champion duelist title over you? Or why have you yet to acquire friends? Are you so pathetic to insult yourself, Kaiba?"
He cringed at the overpowered point made—indeed the stupid Pharaoh had succeeded in besting him in Duel Monsters and he did have friends, but who needed them? These did not make him the better person… he would pay…
"Don't accuse me of having anything in common as pathetic insults, Yami," he growled. "I will beat you in the upcoming tournament, so don't be so sure of yourself. And I don't know what it proved back in Ancient Egypt, but staring at your enemies does nothing now, so get some new tricks to throw out of your Dark Magician's hat."
With that he stalked off, leaving a fairly steaming Pharaoh and taking another motivation to his soon to be victory over the spirit. Yami could be whatever he thought he was, as some ancient 'spirit' as he referred to himself, but there was no way he bought all of that crap about Egypt—it was only all worthwhile to insult him with.
Yami should be seeing the psychologist, not me. Was his thought in haste.
The following day after school, he carried on to his daily appointment. That imbecilic doctor would be waiting for him as scheduled, waiting to preach on and on again about his 'supposed' feelings. It confused him to no end why she insisted on inquiring his 'feelings' and thoughts for Yugi Mutou albeit she had recently discovered his name as Yami Mutou, the high duelist's twin.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba," the doctor greeted. "How was your day at school."
"Going back on our last appointment, do you really want me to answer that question?" Kaiba was not in the best of moods—Yami's perpetual ramblings on his higher rank had upset him. When would that Pharaoh realize he was just waiting to be shot down?
"Mr. Kaiba, how have you been feeling?"
"No different."
"Anything exciting happen to you, sir?"
"No."
"With Mokuba?"
"No."
"Your profitable company?"
"No."
"What about Mr. Mutou?"
The well groomed psychologist was certain she had seen Kaiba's eyes flash red for a brief moment at her question while responding. Red could only mean pure hate. Silently, she jotted that down as a guideline.
"Mr. Mutou is not the reason I am paying you, is he? What does it matter how he's doing?"
"Sir, I was simply inquiring that of your goal in Duel Monsters…what did you think I meant when I asked of him?"
"I didn't think, which is precisely why I am not going to acknowledge him and his ridiculous thoughts on my life. He should be worried about his life not mine, who does he think he is? Why is he constantly lecturing me about 'friendship' and whatever the hell else he finds good?"
Her eyes perked up at his sudden outrage. Apparently Yami Mutou had left Mr. Kaiba on edge and had annoyed him to no end. Humbly, she thanked all of the gods listening at this progress. Yami Mutou what his root of worries and probable pain…
"Tell me, Mr. Kaiba, what in turn, do you think of Mr. Mutou? How does he affect you? And by gods, what has he been 'lecturing' you about?"
Kaiba made no attempt to hesitate or hide his contempt for the ancient Pharaoh. It was clear he hated him with all his heart and indeed saw red… only red.
"What do I think of Mr. Mutou?" He stormed dangerously. "I'll tell you exactly what I think.
"I am sick and tired of his endless preaching of the 'supposed' Heart of the Cards and his pathetic speeches on how one needs friends to survive. He has absolutely no right to tell me how to live or what the get, or how to feel! It confuses me to no end as to why he insists on berating me for losing against him, and why he must always use that as an excuse to look down on me. He has no right, damn it! Damn it all to hell! Damn that pathetic Yami Mutou!"
The doctor had no idea in how to react. Should she applaud his performance and outburst in progress or should she have him committed for his constant fixation on this Yami Mutou? It did not matter, for she had a conclusion… Unfortunately, a conclusion leaving him rather confused.
"Mr. Kaiba," she stated calmly. "I have reached a conclusion and have seen exactly what your problem is."
"Kindly enlighten me, oh wise doctor," he replied coyly.
"First, Mr. Kaiba, I must ask you one thing."
"What is it?"
She braced herself for his endless insults and outburst but nevertheless went on.
"Mr. Kaiba, are you… heterosexual? In the sense of being interested in the opposite gender as women?"
"What the hell…? Of course I am. Exactly what are you implying?"
Hastily, she brushed the brim of her eyeglasses and cautiously went on, for fear if she didn't she would lose her medical license…or her life.
"I see, Mr. Kaiba… you are heterosexual."
"What are you implying, doctor?" He asked in fury.
"What ails you so much stress and tension is the state you are set in—crisply, denial. Denial in your case, ranges from certain things such as your talent for Duel Monsters and thirst for clean victory to your sexual orientation."
"What do you mean, denial?"
"Briefly, your main hint is your constant fixation on Yami Mutou… Mr. Mutou is indeed a male. Mr. Kaiba, I solved and realized this all with your possessive obsession with him. You have convinced everyone to mistake your passion for him to be that of only the thrive for your victory over him—even convinced, yourself—but it is much more and ranges into deeper feelings."
"WHAT?" Kaiba shouted. This was all beyond mental!
"What you feel is the need for triumph, conquest, mastery—but, not simply in Duel Masters but on Mr. Mutou himself."
"YOU ARE INSANE!"
"These feelings you harbor for him are not that of dedicated focus, but have transformed into that of lust and eroticism… this all is dependent on your obsessive hatred toward him. You do not hate Mr. Mutou, but only yourself, your heart, and so on. You hate it all for it is disgusting to you to lust for, possibly love, him as a man—as your biggest rival, no less."
There was a moment of silence before she continued as stated her final thought.
"This all is involving your newfound homosexuality, Mr. Kaiba and as Yami Mutou to be the fixation of it all. You wish to not only defeat him in a duel but in ejaculation…"
At that instant, Kaiba stood up, clashing his hands on her desks as he receded. "You are utterly insane," he gnarled through clenched teeth. "I am not gay! And I am not in love or lusting after Yami Mutou! What kind of sick doctor are you! Grahhh!"
At that he sauntered out of the room, his only companion as his briefcase swinging soundly in his swished rhythmic breathing. He clenched his teeth in newfound disavowal:
HE WAS NOT IN LOVE WITH YAMI MUTOU!
….Or was he?