Chapter I

BEEP BEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm clock was silenced by Seto's fist. Not the switch, as the normal people would do; Seto banged the clock against the wall, as if it was all it's fault.

The CEO frowned. Yup, another one of these torturous days up ahead. Whoop-de-fucking-doo.

Without opening his eyes, Seto got up and went down to the kitchen to fix himself a coffee. Mokuba was already gone – " why? O that's right he mentioned something about some extra volunteer work he was doing. Loser." Though Seto did not really think of his brother as a loser – sometimes it really seemed so, especially after his making friends with the Yugi & Baboons Inc. I mean, Yugi and his friends.

"School. That's right. Gotta get to school. Fuck. What kind of a socially-challenged moron thought up the idea o going to school?" Going to school, also, meant Yugi & Baboons Inc.

Kaiba stepped into the school. Everything there had bothered him. And everyone. These girls kept hitting on him, they just did not get the message to FUCK THE FUCK OFF. They even organized a Kaiba fan club, which was now by far most popular of the clubs. They had meetings every Thursday after school. Sick. But most of all, the one thing that annoyed him THE most in the whole school was

"EYYYY The KAIBSTER IS HERE," a screech announced his attendance at school. The unmistakable voice, and an unmistakable figure bounced through the hallway. Who else could it be?

"Wheeler," Seto almost hissed through his teeth.

The figure continued its way through the hallway and jumped on Kaiba from its long run. Quickly getting up, Seto brushed him off. "Ok what is it now? You've got a new illness again?"

Joey looked up. "Whatcha talking bout man? SOO, whazzup my Kaiber ma man?"

Unlike the steryotype, his eyes did not pop out or anything. With his ususal careless expression, he mumbled, "That's weird. Didn't the puppy dog hate me just yesterday?"

"Yo, man, 's all cool.. Whanna go chill with me, Yugster, and Baks after school today?"

"No.'

"What about at lunch huh? Have some fries, poutine? Uncle Joey's wallet is in da house today!"

"No"

"Well what about Friday night? We got invited over to Tea's party ya know. U can come, 's gonna be a blast ma man!"

"No"

"Wait I know! How about-"

"No"

"But-"

"No."

"What's up with him?" – Seto thought. "Probably wants to borrow some money. Oh how I hate him. I'd have him shot, I would, but his baboons would raise a fuss. Whatever."

As Joey continued babbling on, Kaiba punched him hard in his stomach. Joey collapsed and fell down.

"Learn to shut up you filth," he mumbled and advanced on with to his class.

Moments later, Kaiba regretted what he had just done. Tea, appearing out of nowhere, advanced through the hallway towards the scene of action. Hell, he'd have her shot too, but, again, the baboons were there. And her he could not punch or anything, since she was a girl.

Starting on with a lecture about friendship and ethics, Tea got into an excited state.

"Mothafuckin whore. Go fuck yourself," was all Seto could manage to insert into her debate.

She finally concluded with a moralic statement of "this is exactlt why you never had, have, or will EVER have any friends. You don't care about no one, well no one gives about you. You are a loner with no friends, that's who you are!"

Seto was getting used to her and the baboons, so he usually just skipped the things she said – they never registered. But, somehow that last sentence, which, by the way, Tea had usually used to conclude her speeches, had reached him. "Loner with no friends… No friends.. no friends…" echoed through his head.

He swore at Tea again and then it was time to get to class.

Seto was also used to not listening the teachers babble on. He usually thought about his work,or just let his thoughts trail off into nowhere. This class, however, he could get rid Tea's voice. He did not understand why. It was so weird. But then again, he could not understand why a lot of things were, and a lot of things were weird.

"……………..well no one gives about you…………………."

"…………………………………………..loner with no friends, that's who you are……………"

"loner………………."

"……..no friends….."

"MR. KAIBA?" – the voice of the professor brought him back to earth. "Would you like me to repeat the question for you?"

Looking up at the teacher, Seto realized she was a newbie. All those who worked for at least a week at Domino High knew it was best to no bother him.

"No I'm fine," he replied. "Leave me alone, teach your little students something, go away fuck yourself, whatever."

"EXCUSE ME," yelled the enraged supply.

"You heard me, now fuck off - you don't wanna have business with me."

The teacher was about to say something, as the principal walked in. As she complained to him, the principle whispered something in her ear.

The teacher's expression changed from angry to shocked. "Oh, oh well… um… should we get one with the class, children," she said in a disturbed voice.

Seto would usually, then, get his men to beat the shit out of a teacher like that. But not that day. Somehow, he just felt too upset with everything.

In what seemed to be eternity, school was finally over. The bell rang, and everyone dashed to the buses. A galloping crowd, laughing, yelling… They all where so.. happy? Seto turned away form the perspective where he gave a shit about something like that, and sat in his black limo that was waiting for him as he walked out of the back door.

"What now? Work. Fuck them all. Oh how I hate it all."

Work, though not as bad as school, meant being constantly bothered by everyone employees, other companies representatives, agents… It was all just so….. sickening. Mr. Kaiba this – Mr Kaiba that. Would they all just FUCK OFF? And all these employees – never do ANYTHING properly. No matter how much you pay them, they are still the same fucked up lazy asses, the most important thing to whom is to feed their little fucked up families, with their little fucked up kids. Oh how sickening. And other CEOs too, were no better. One day, during one of these business meetings with them, he would just shout "GET OUT! GO! I HATE YOU ALLL! G O F U C K Y O U R S E L V E S! But he knew he could never really do such thing. Just to think of all the newspaper headings…………

And there he was, sitting in his office, sorting out some papers. It was almost five minutes and no one bothered him. Wow, he was going to put that down as a record. Suddenly, he saw…….

Gozaburo. And another several people, hooded, behind him.

Instead of doing something, however, all of them had just walked out of the door. Seto jumped up to look where they were going, but when he looked in the hallway, they were already gone.

"Oh that's it I'm going crazy," he said to himself. "And now I'm talking to myself. What the fuck is going ON with me? What am I gonna do?"

It was one of these times when this feeling was back to him. He could not describe it. He did not know what it was, or why had he felt it. It was the feeling of wanting someone close. Someone whose shoulder you could cry on. Someone Seto did not have for all his life. Or, most of his life, at least. Yes, there was Mokuba, but what could he know – he was just a little kid. Burdening him with problems, or complaining to him was not an answer. Besides, Mokuba, at least, had to have some hope in life. He had to have someone to look up to – Seto, that is. And if Seto had shared even the tenth of his feelings with his little brother, Mokuba would not be able to look up to him, as Seto thought. In any way, Seto, though noone ever knew of tha, always wanted a ….. friend. Just a normal, good friend. Not like one of the Yugi Baboons. Just a normal friend. Someone to understand him. Someone to, from time to time, pity him. Nonone ever did. 'Look, there goes the rich boy', or 'Wow, he has everything he wants', was all the others thought. The looks, the money… it seemed he had it all, while he really had nothing. And now was the time Seto wished he just had this one person – nothing else.

However, life had taught him that wishing for things was not enough. He needed to make a decision.

"Think rationally. Just think of what you need to do. Just think. Come on, Seto, THINK.," he said to himself.

After 15 minute of staring into the ceiling Seto decided. He was going to call Isis. Isis Ishtar, the one person whose phone number he wanted to dial least. But, then, she was familiar with all the visions crap.

"Go. Fuck. Yourself," – Marik's voice could be heard through the dialer as Isis's brother picked up the phone.

"Marik it's me, Seto. So chill and get your sister on the phone," replied Kaiba in his usual I-don't-care-about-anything tone.

"Oh sorry man, I thought it was another one of these fan girls – she keep on calling me and I can't get rid of her. So annoying…. Bwaaaa :'( " (cries)

" :) OMG, I know exactly how you feel. (compassionate phone hug)"

"Aww, I love you man"

"Don't push it."

"Sorry"

"Just get your fucking sister on the phone"

"Mushi-mushi," said a cheerful voice, and Kaiba instantly knew that it was no longer Marik.

"Isis I need to see you."

Isis's voice now turned from cheerful to business like. "Oh, could it be? THE ceo pays a little visit to a good ol' fortune teller . I guess you finally believe, huh, sweetie Well what will it be, getting your fortune read, voodoo, a gaze into the past, visiting our new shop, cards?"

"……" Seto did not feel like wasting time. Although, thinking of some people, voodoo did sound pretty good…….

"Or are you asking me out?"

"…….."

"Aww you're not… I guess you'll stick with Mokey then ?"

"…….."

"C'mon hun, can't you have a little sence of humour?"

"Isis, I need to see you ."

"Tee-hee. Ok hun, my place in an hour."


Isis's 'place' was no longer where she used to live. Her and Marik moved away from the tomb (or wherever the hell they used to live) and settled in a humble apartment. The 'humble' apartment, of course, was isis's idea – Marik wanted to move into one of the mansions – they had more then enough money. But Isis, to his sadness, was the older sister and his official 'guardian', so he did not have much choice. Marik, though, never did get over being forced to live in a 'humble' apartment….

Seto knocked at the door. After at least five minutes of waiting, Marik opened the door.

"Took you long enough," remarked Seto.

"Hey give us a break man- we had to get some clothes on"

"O.o"

"I --- I mean – I was cold I had to put a jacket on, ----yes --that's it! - I had to get a jacket"

"Is that why your fly is open?"

"…………….."

Isis interrupted the conversation. Seto could not help but to notice her messed up hair, and pink cheeks. He sighed.

"Is Bakura here or something….."

Marik and Isis immediately, at the same time said "NO."

"I see…"

"Well, Seto we were expecting you. Wanna join us there?"

"Isis you know I did not come here for this"

"Aww what a shame. "

"Isis…."

"Come, Bakura has to leave soon. It's our last chance before he goes to America."

"……… Why is he going to America all of a sudden?"

"Beats me. Ryou's dragging him there."

"Oh"

"Yea…. Sooo, that's why today is our last chance. Besides, as far as we remember, 5000 years ago, your were always with us… ah what time does to people…. "

"Isis I don't have time for this and you know it. I seriously need your adice."

"Aw.. well alright, if it's serious. Marik go back to Baks, you can continue on without me. Come, Seto, we'll talk in the kitchen"


The steam of the kettle filled the kitchen with the smell of tea. It was relaxing, somehow.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Isis in a motherly voice.

Seto, then, told her about the events that took place in the past few days. About his visions, everything. He did not even know why he was telling all that to her. Isis carefully listened, and finally went into deep thinking. Something was not right.

"Seto I need to look in your mind"

"………"

"Please. Just let me have a look, this is serious."

"Even if I did, how the hell would you be able to do it"

Isis opened one of the cupboards. Behing a box of cereal, was a white wall, which, she, had somehow managed to take a piece out of. Then she took something shiny out of it. That something was Shadi's millennium key."

"Marik nicked it away from him – that loser didn't even notice," explained Isis.

"What am I doing?" – a thought same into Seto's mind. "Why would I let her go into my head. But then again---" He remembered the images of Gozaburo, Mokuba dying…

"Seto…… Do you know what is real?"

"………"

"Do you think your visions are? No… They're just illusions – that's what you say. But how do you definereal? What makes you think they are not? My point is," she said getting closer to him, "Is that your visions are more important than you think they are You see, this is strange. In your past, you had that happen a lot. In you Egyptian past, that is. And you always dealt with it so well. But now it's just not the same.. Look, I'm starting to get scared myself, so please Seto." Isis's voice was sounding more and more disturbed with every second.

"Fine," said Seto, though not willingly.

Isis put the key to his forehead. He felt the cold metal touch him, and then the coldness somehow turned into a burning heat. Isis jerked the key off.

"What the hell?" she said. "Look, I was almost there, but… Your repellment… It's just too….strong…"

There was a moment of silence. Isis spoke up.

"Seto, this is not normal. Something like this never happened – ever. You understand me, this is serious. And I don't…………………. I don't know what to do."

The silence now filled the room for a while. Isis – did not know what to do?

"Well, I'll tell you what, Seto. Go home. I will think about this. But - actually – no. Don't Stay here with us. Don't go."

"Look," said Seto. Though he was freaked out by everything, he still could not let go of his self – his I-don't-care-about-all-that-bullshit personality. "Nothing's gonna happen. It's ok – I can really handle this." In his head though, he said to himself "or can I?"

"Alright then… Whatever's best for you."

"Well, thanks Isis. I'm gonna go now."

Isis walked Seto to the door. "Good night," she said and smiled. Just as he was about to walk out, she added. "Wait. Seto, listen up. I know something that might help. You havce to go back – think back about what you have not thought about before. You know of hat I speak – I know you do. Now good night."

Seto did know. His past – the past that he never spoke of – nobody ever did. The past he never even thought of – it was too painful. The past before he was ever named Kaiba.

"Night, Isis," he said and walked out of the door.

That night, he decided to walk home. Didn't feel like getting a ride. It was dark already, and he liked it. Nothing was bothering him – it was dead silent. Suddenly, he felt a slight, barely noticeable push like him. The man was dressed differently – but everything else was the same. His eyes, his face…. The man noticed that Seto was looking at him, and started running. Seto started off after him. As the man ran around the corner, he disappeared. Seto looked all over the area for him, yet found nothing.

Somehow, though he knew the man was not an illusion. He felt him push him. That slight just slight puch. He could feel it so well.

Seto got back home at 3 in the morning. Mokuba was of course, asleep already. The house was dark. Without turning off the light, Seto sat in on the couch. He put his head in his hands and tried hard to think back.


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