Attara: Hi, everybody! This is my biography of Seto Kaiba, and I'm trying to do the exact facts, but I might need help, so if I have anything untrue in here, then tell me in a review, please! But I might have to make some things up since I don't have detailed information. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and in my last fic, I mentioned that in practically every chapter, so this is the only time I'm going to say it for this fic, got that? The only reason I am doing this is because I need to figure out why Seto Kaiba does the things he does, and what better way than write a biography, right? That's why this is going to be in his point of view. ENJOY!! And don't forget to review!
It doesn't matter what kind of event is happening in a hospital, it will always smell of something you can't exactly pinpoint, but your brain recognizes it, probably because it's usually the first scent that a newborn infant experiences at the beginning of life. I was in the waiting room, waiting for someone to tell me that there would be a new addition to our family.
As if on cue, a nurse in a greenish-blue uniform approached me and silently took my hand as we walked down the white-tiled corridor. She led me directly to the delivery room where I found Father a bit melancholy. He sat next to an empty bed. I was soon interrupted by the wails of none other than a newborn infant brought in by another attendant. My father looked at him with a sad smile.
"Mokuba." He whispered to me. Father's eyes were red from crying. I didn't understand what had happened.
"Where's mother?" I asked.
"She's…she's not going to be with us anymore, Seto." Father said quietly.
I knew exactly what that meant. Mother had died. The thought rang through my head as if it couldn't leave until my sanity was destroyed. My mother had died. There it was, as plain as ever. My mother had died.
Father and I brought the tiny infant home after waiting for the routine 24 hours for the check-ups of the newborn. We were silent on the journey home. Only the coos of my new brother broke the melancholy silence in the car. It was just the three of us now. I looked to my right and watched the small being tire himself to sleep. I remember Mother and Father had been preparing themselves for my brother for several weeks. There, he was lying inside the specialized seat that my parents had been so careful to chose. They had been researching for whether or not it was comfortable, safe, and durable. The memories summoned tears that burned my eyes as each one leaked out of my eye socket. I wiped them away, but to no avail as they perpetually replaced themselves until I could cry no longer.
I was only happy that my brother was oblivious to what happened because of his birth. It would not have been very comforting to know that you were the cause of your mother's death. That would very likely be something that a person would regret for the rest of his life.
The car pulled into the parking lot space that was next to an apartment building. The car gave a slight jolt as it was turned off, and Mokuba woke up from the sudden stop. His eyes shifted to look at me. He seemed to smile, although I had read somewhere that babies don't develop the muscles for it after being a day old. I shrugged and opened the car door. Father had already lifted Mokuba from the car seat and handed me the keys.
"Seto, could you open the door?" He asked gruffly.
I nodded and followed the path that led to the apartment building's front door. I shoved the keys into the specified area. The door opened automatically and I held it open for my family to come. Mokuba had gone back to sleep and Father quietly entered the building. Then, I rushed toward the elevator and waited for them once more. I had decided that I needed to be as helpful as possible since it was going to be tough for us to get through these times. I heard Father talking to the receptionist at the desk. She chatted cheerfully and congratulated us for Mokuba. Father muttered a simple "yes" and hurried off before she would trap him into another long conversation.
I pushed the button that brought us to the floor our room was located. The doors closed only to be opened once again after the ring of the bell that signified our arrival. We stepped out of the enclosed room. I stayed close to Father now and watched Mokuba's chest rise and fall with every breath that filled his lungs. The long corridor was carpeted with a dirty, blue matting that had collected the smell of everything that had been in contact with it. The walls were painted white and every twenty feet there would be a brown, wooden door with a number on it. After the fifth door to our right, I inserted the key into the hole and leaned my body against it with a shove.
Mokuba stirred slightly as Father had placed him into his crib.
"It's just the three of us now." My father whispered.
"A new three." I replied, realizing that the number of our family members had never changed.
"Yes…a new three."
Attara: First, sorry it was so short, but I had to make it short just in case I was doing something wrong, and then working with it! After all, I don't want to build a whole chapter on something inaccurate! Okay, so was that accurate or was it so far off that this should be posted on fictionpress.net? If there is any information you can give me, please tell me in a review and I will immediately change the chapter, okay? I am just doing this for the facts, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would help! Thanks!
*Title suggested by Penny: Angel of Darkness. Great idea!