Disclaimer: I disclaim that I've no ownership of the main characters; minor characters are those belonging to me. Thank the creator who allows us to manipulate as far as our imagination allows us.
Hmm… I know its short… but I'm limited with the hate I can put between Foster-father and son, besides it has been a long time since I updated this particular story. I have another one I need to update and I guess all my best idea's go into that one . Well, whatever. I just hopes it is good enough.
"You want to do what?" Gozoboro yelled at the teen that stood in front of him, icy blue eyes narrowed in defiance as they had always been whenever the boy took a glance at the elderly man. His face was red with anger and his fist clutched as he continued to yell. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he coughed violently without warning and running through the eighteen-year-old's mind was all hopes of the man coughing up blood and dying right their in his office, but only in dreams… Gozoboro sat down and clutched at the tall clear glass of water with ice cubes floating aimlessly in the circular cup.
Clutching his fist at his side he said through gritted teeth, because the words he was about to say were like battery acid in his very mouth. "I am the son of Gozoboro Kaiba." He hissed, wishing he could take back the words he needed in order to win his argument. Gozoboro placed the glass down and looked amusingly at Seto, a small chuckle escaped, growing until it was a full blown laugh. Gozoboro was literally holding onto his sides, laughing with outrage.
"You are… are you?" he wondered, his laughs subsiding. "Well, now how do you think that came about? The only reason you two miserable creatures are in my home is because of a silly little game of chess and my reputation for keeping promises." Yes, Gozoboro Kaiba did keep promises, deadly promises; promises that one wouldn't want a wealthy man like Gozoboro to make. Seto stared; he was growing tried of standing in front of this man, holding a battle of wits amongst him. Seto wanted to get on with it and win. "Do you even know how hard it is to get a child into Seiwa? People stand in line forever to get their 'gifted' child into that school."
"You don't stand in line, you plow it down." Eyes shifted from the window to the boy, a smirk curved one side of his mouth, making him look dangerous.
"True, you're catching up boy." He rose back up from his chair. "Fine, we'll play it your way, your out of Seiwa and in Domino, when you find your less of a challenge do shut up and make no more suggestions, now… get out." Seto closed his eyes briefly turned and left the office. So he was out of their and out of that private school. That was good, now if only he could get out from underneath Gozoboro's thumb that would be enough for him. Before turning to leave the room where a minor battle had been won by Seto, Gozoboro began violently coughing again, trying to grasp the glass of water. Venomous thoughts leaked Seto's mind.
'Die old man,' he thought with hatred that should never be embedded in the soul of one still so young, with so much life ahead, 'choke on your vomit, bleed from the inside out, just be quick about it.' He shut the door behind him and left that place that filled him to the core with hate. Mokuba came zooming at his big brother, knocking him to the ground, arms encircled around his waist. The raven hair boy grinned up at Seto who scowled.
"Mokuba…" his voice was deep, dragging out his brother's name. Mokuba continued to grin, but he let go of his big brother and sat back on his hands. Seto picked himself off the ground and grabbed his brother by the forearm pulling him up. Mokuba's face twisted to confusion.
"What's the matter?" he asked, forced to walk with Seto.
"Nothing," was his simple, angry reply.
Mokuba wrenched his arm away from his brother's tight grip, stopping to stand in front of the only family Mokuba had ever really known, Seto and Mokuba, the world's outcasts. They stared each other down. "You fought with Gozoboro, didn't you?" Seto scoffed and walked past his little brother. He didn't owe Mokuba any explanations. He felt and heard Mokuba following him persistently. "Seto!"
He spun around and glared at him and suddenly for the second time in his young life, Mokuba was afraid of his brother. "Yes, okay! I fought with Gozoboro, don't worry… I won." The victory felt hollow and Mokuba's features lighten. He took his brother by the hand then hugged him and Seto became ridged. He had just yelled and made his brother afraid and Mokuba now acted like it didn't happen. Seto touched the top of his brother's head briefly then pushed him back and managed a smirk. Mokuba feared he would never see his big brother smile at him or anything else again. "Why don't we go play Duel Monsters… okay?" he dropped his voice to a whisper… Duel Monsters was forbidden in the cold, empty of heart mansion. A full fledge smile expanded on Mokuba's face and he nodded vigorously. A short single laugh escaped from Seto and he grabbed his brother by the shoulder and pushed him in the direction of his room.
They entered the room and Seto went to the dresser drawer. He opened one of the compartments and pulled out a deck of cars he had hidden away. He locked the door after setting the cards down, shuffling them and giving half to Mokuba, so that he could pick out his choice cards, leaving the Blue-Eyes White Dragon for Seto, the card he had made for him. Seto dreamed of having all the Blue-eyes in the world and Mokuba wanted nothing more than that dream to be fulfilled to its fullest extent.
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