Chapter Two
The best secrets are kept/ Between my locked lips
Three hundred and forty seven. He'd destroyed three hundred and forty seven dollars worth of Duel Monsters cards. He must have fallen alseep between tearing the first card and waking up with the three hundred and forty seventh in his hands. Except, he knew he that he'd torn that many up, the shreds of paper and foil and whatever else was used to make them lay on the floor. He was half a mind to pick them up and fit them all back together. Just to see if he could.
Mou, Secchan!
Both blue eyes narrowed, though the right eye slipped shut after a while. Followed shortly by the left. Funny, how a little thing like cards could make one remember things they'd rather forget. When he was younger he used to take apart clocks. Throw them on the sidewalk and then pick out all the pieces. Every time he did that his mother would say 'Mou, Secchan!' as if that would help put the clocks back together. He finally managed to put one back together... and it ran backwards until they threw it away. Seto had forgotten about the clocks until just now, something which made him frown. How could he have forgotten it?
The past is irrelevant. Wasn't it? He'd been working off of that truth for some time. The past was just a step towards the future. Once your foot was off of it, there was no need to turn back unless you had made a mistake. And Seto Kaiba didn't make mistakes. HE didn't make mistakes, he hadn't. Not for years. Every move had been planned out, rook to E4, pawn to G16, Queen's Gambit Declined. Everything he'd thought of. Except... only pawns couldn't move backwards, and he wanted to be Queened, not limited by only forward movement.
Decartes had gone through this. Seto thought idly. The deconstruction of everything he thought he knew. I think therefore I am. Is what he had come up with. However, when it was one's thoughts that were against him... what is one to come up with as an aboslute truth?
There is no truth.
Except, then it would be a lie.
There is no self.
Seto was far more at ease with that statement. The self was a conglomerate of memories, social perceptions, beliefs, ideals and perhaps even physical attributes. His self, Seto Kaiba was a set of carefully constructed ideas, memories, social perceptions and beliefs. So all he had to do was take it apart and put it back together again.
Now...where were all the pieces?
Author's Notes: I know you are probably disappointed with me. This chapter is, I admit, filler and a tad rushed. But the RuroKen fandom distracted me -;;; so I hope to be back in action :D Please review, it brightens my day. 'Sides, if I have 35 hits there should be more than 3 reviews? -;;;
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