Recap...Seto's POV
I had decided to go through with my plans and hold the meeting as scheduled. I took my briefcase off the desk and walked out to my limo. I was now dressed in an old blue coat, though it was only September 2, already around 70 degrees (F), even at this time in the morning. It was 8:00 am, and to everyone else I was late.
I opened the door to the limo, but just as my driver prepared to leave, I decided to take a different mode of transportation. I would take a little blue sports car that my brother had made me buy last week. it reminded me of some small bug, but I liked it. Plus if I didn't take it, I knew Mokuba would be driving it around the city, though he was still underage.
Maybe I was going about things all wrong. I can't exactly say that im living a life that I'd never regret. I can't even find peace in my sleep I toss and turn everywhere. Would people miss me when im gone? Would anyone even pretend that I meant the world to them? or would they call me a liar, say that I made too many mistakes. That I'll rest incomplete.
I sighed and stepped out of my car. I was still about ten blocks from Kaiba Corp Tower, but it would give me more time to think by walking. I parked the car, not even caring to check the price. I put $20 in the money box and began my trek towards my building.
Not even 2 minutes later, a lunatic with silver/white hair, and a crazy smirk on his face, shoved at me, and a split second later, he was gone. And so was my briefcase.
I stood their stunned for a minute, and then mindlessly turned back to my car. Then I realized that would be useless, since I had previously stashed my keys in the briefcase. Today was just not my day.
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Ryou's POV.
How was I going to get Kaiba's things back to him? I had never said a word to the Teenage CEO; I don't think ive even made eye contact with him. And now what could possibly be his most important items were with me, sitting on my bed!
"What am I going to do...what am I going to do...how could Bakura be so stupid..." I said mostly to myself.
It was late. 10:30 p.m. already, and I had school tomorrow. A test. An algebra test. I hate algebra. And now with this briefcase problem to worry about, I was never going to be able to concentrate. I had to get rid of it.
I could give it to him at school tomarrow...but that would be a little wierd to see a random Ryou with your stolen briefcase...no... that idea wouldn't work. I had to get rid of it.
"I will not be able to sleep with your stuff in my possession Kaiba." I said, as if he could hear me.
But I couldn't just dump it...I made up my mind. I would make my way to his house...I knew the spot...I don't even know if I'll be able to get close enough to leave the briefcase where he'd find it. But I had to try.
I got my jacket and left my house, carrying the silver briefcase in both hands. I soon came within eyesight of two big shiny silver gates...the only opening to the wall fence surrounding the property. I looked at the gates, they didn't look too protecting. The bars were wide enough for me to slip through. Since that seemed to be the best way in, I tried...and it worked. You would have at least thought that he had an alarm. I shrugged. This might be easier than I thought.
I made my way up the drive, which seemed to stretch out for miles in the darkness. Then I saw it. The house, There was a light shining in front of the door, like it had been put on for me. Like I was expected. I carefully set down the briefcase, all of its original contents (which had been very hard to sneak away from Marik and Bakura) in, what I hoped to be, their right places. I taped a piece of computer paper onto the handle of the briefcase. On it was the word "sorry." I didn't know what else to write, especially since I had not been the one who did the stealing.
I was just glad that the responsibility was off of my shoulders but for the rest of the night I stayed awake, not being able to sleep, because I kept worrying if Kaiba would every get his Briefcase back. Maybe im too sensitive.