Attara: Finals are over! YAY!! No more school…until…next week…-_-' Never mind, let's just start, shall we? Oh, and I'm not sure whether or not Gozaburo abused Seto, so I'm just going to assume that he does and wait for some of the reviewers to tell me otherwise, all right? ^_^ Enjoy!
"How many times do I have to tell you that emotions are futile?!" He asked an obviously rhetorical question.
I bit my lip to restrain the tears as I held my hurting stomach. I refused to show any emotion in front of anybody, especially him. He disgusted me more than anyone else. I looked down at my blue shirt and found the dirty footprint marked on it. We had only started to live here with Gozburo for a week, and already he was "disciplining" me, but I made sure that he did not touch Mokuba, or he would seriously regret it.
He slapped me across the face.
"Hey, answer me when I'm talking to you!" He roared. "Now, start studying."
He threw a book at me. I stared at it, too angry to move and to give him the satisfaction of obedience.
"Start studying!" He kicked my leg.
I almost moaned in pain, almost. I grabbed my injured leg, trying to ignore the ache that now spread over my entire body. It was both a mental and physical pain.
He scoffed, "All right, if you're going to be that way…" He withdrew a cell phone from his pocket and pressed several numbers, "Find Mokuba." He instructed several of his associates.
"No!" I grabbed the book at my feet and looked up at him with cold eyes as he dropped the phone back into his pocket. "Tell them to stay away from my brother."
He narrowed his eyes, "The sooner you finish the book, the sooner I'll call them off."
He left the room before I could reply. I slid down to the floor and held my head. I realized then that the only way to get the life that Mokuba deserved was for me to survive this, to survive him. It didn't matter whether or not I was suffering, just as long as Mokuba would reap the fruits of…this. I opened the book and scanned the pages of the book on technology. It had been a couple thousand pages long, but I was determined to complete it, for Mokuba, not for him.
"Done?" He growled as he stormed into my bare room the next day.
I nodded and angrily threw the book at him. He was the one that stopped me from getting my full eight hours of rest that night. I had spent the entire day finishing that book, skimming over all the frivolous information and trying to memorize the important ones. I expected him to hit me for my bold move, but all he did was catch it and grin.
"That's it…" He prodded. "Always take revenge on your opponents."
I raised an eyebrow and looked up into his brown eyes. That was a strange reaction…
He flipped open his cell phone and called off the guards, but I knew that they never would have found him. I could hear Mokuba's breathing under the bed, but Gozaburo didn't, and I was grateful for that. He had told me that emotions were obscene, and that it was useless to try to protect loved ones, that they were weaknesses that would one day destroy me, but I ignored him. I knew Gozaburo had his own son, and he died. I knew that was the reason why he was pushing me so hard, because I saw him, Noah, once in a picture in my room, Noah's former room. Mokuba had even commented on our similarities. Gozaburo wasn't training me, Seto, but he was training Noah, his own son, his own flesh and blood, not some orphan that he adopted. He never called me by my first name, always "Kaiba" and nothing more. It was his way of avoiding the reality of the death of his son, and I knew it. I used it to gain his good side at times, making sure that everything he owned was in my inheritance. Only a person from the Kaiba family could be the heir to the "empire" that Gozaburo created, and I was the next in line. With all of his assets, I could give Mokuba the life that he deserved, the one that he needed. That was all that kept me going, surviving the cuts, bruises, abuse.
"Go to the study." He ordered me.
I remembered that he desired to improve my abilities, but only mentally. What he didn't know was that I was training myself to survive in this world. I went to the gym everyday, pushing myself to the limits of my human body. One day, in the near future, I will take what's ours. One day…
Attara: O_O Can anyone say MURDER?! Yipees, I'm turning Seto into a homicidal maniac! Ah, well, it's all the same to me, anyway. Well, what do you think? Should I make Seto push Gozaburo out the window, or do you want me to let Gozaburo die of a heart attack from the threat? Choose, or the next chapter will be delayed! Why? First, because I'm going to summer school, and I don't have that much time to think it over, and second, because I just don't feel like making a decision on these things. Oh, and does anything happen in between the adoption and Gozaburo's death? I feel like I'm missing something important before I kill him off, and since you, the reviewer, probably know more about these things than I do, please tell me if I'm missing anything! Thanks, and I'll see you next Friday, if I get any responses!