"Kaiba." K-Lyn seethed staring the Kaiba Corp. building, angry memories rushing through her mind; she never wanted to be back here, staring at that same menacing building that haunted her dreams. Hatred for that building surged through her, filling her heart and soul with an anger she hadn't felt for five years—the only years of freedom in her life.
Was it fate that she wound up back here? Only time could tell, unless she did something about it sooner—but what? Should she take what should've been rightfully hers? Should she?
"I don't know." K-Lyn whispered quietly, studying the building deep in thought for a moment before turning away at the sound of her rumbling stomach. First things first, she had to find something to eat, and then get some other things. So, quietly, K-Lyn walked away from the Kaiba corp. skyscraper, putting all thoughts not about food or shelter to the darkest corners of her mind.
Elsewhere, staring out the clear glass window of his office, wearing a white sleeveless jacket over close-fitting black pants and shirt, Seto Kaiba absentmindedly watched the ragged looking girl turn away, hurrying down the streets as it began raining lightly, wondering who she was and why she had stared at this building so long.
Not that it was significant in anyway, he was just curious that's all, time crawled by so slow these days, and today while he waited for someone to show up for an appointment with him the passage of time seemed to have vanished. At least he had the chance to look upon someone as beautiful as that girl—beautiful? Had he really thought that about her? A complete stranger?
Boredom must really be getting to him, to think he'd waste his time figuring out how attractive someone was; he had better things to do. Such as figuring what the person who made this appointment with him wanted—his name was Lloyd Tensen, and had apparently been his stepfather's Gozaboru's secret lawyer, at least he claimed to have been, Kaiba doubted someone like his father would hire someone like this Lloyd Tensen for any sort of business—the guy was a complete drunk and had yet to win a case in the past five years.
It was highly unlikely Gozaboru had ever known Mr. Tensen, though maybe Lloyd's fall from grace was because he loss his job as the late Kaiba's lawyer—Gozaboru had cut off all funding to Lloyd about a year before Seto took over Kaiba corp. so apparently this Lloyd had been fired.
However, what Lloyd would want with Seto was unanswerable; Kaiba was certain it concerned nothing about him. But he agreed to meet with Mr. Tensen just in case there were any secrets about his father that the man could tell him—Kaiba still couldn't forget about the whole Noa thing, and he refused to let another plot like that crop unexpectedly up on him again.
Moving away from the window, no longer curious about the world outside due to his growing impatience of waiting for Lloyd, Kaiba sat down in the cushioned chair at his desk, leaning forward on the desk with his hands clasped together. There he sat in impatient silence for a moment before a message came through the intercom device on his desk from his secretary.
"Mr. Kaiba, a Mr. Tensen is here, says he has an appointment, should I send him in?" The secretary asked through the intercom, unsure a tad—she was new, and hadn't gotten used to things yet.
"Send him in." Kaiba pressed the button on the intercom and spoke, annoyed that this new secretary hadn't the logic enough to just send the man in if he had an appointment—it would save time. But it couldn't be helped at the present—his last secretary had retired on short notice and there hadn't been time to find an adjacent replacement.
Looking up from the desk as the door opened, Kaiba expected to see the picture-image of a stereotyped drunk lawyer, ragged looking a bit though trying to appear presentable, however what he did see appalled him in his surprise.
White blond hair, straight, barely passing the ears, slender pale face and broad shoulders wearing a blue suit, Lloyd Tensen stood still in front of the door after shutting it, staring at the gaping Kaiba perplexed.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba, apparently I wasn't what you were expecting." Lloyd spoke after a moment, put off by the intense silence that greeted his entry. "Did you picture me arriving here looking like some raggedly dressed, drunken vermin? Well, sorry, Mr. Kaiba, but unlike most excessive drinkers, I have the class and common decency to look presentable when time calls for it." The man seethed, though he did so in a voice that betrayed little rage, only a tad of indignation.
"Wha…no…I…." Kaiba stammered temporarily shocked by Lloyd's response, not knowing whether he disliked the man's gall, though Lloyd's indignation was misplaced—Kaiba hadn't stared because he had expected Lloyd to look terrible (even though he had) it was because the man's appearance reminded him of someone else. "I…you just remind me of some American I've met before, that's all." Kaiba replied, noticing only now that the man in front of him had blue eyes instead of brown, so he decided to focus on those eyes.
"Oh." Lloyd replied, his blue eyes turning blank, though the sudden twitch of his pursed lips suggested that he hid his anger.
"Be seated." Kaiba motioned to the chair in front of the desk, black and wooden, that, depending on the person and situation could be considered comfortable or not.
"Know this Mr. Kaiba, that I achieve everything I do on my own, and do not, and never have, used anything to heighten my advances except ability." The blond replied, and then relaxed his defensive tone, his blue eyes losing their stern quality quickly. However Kaiba's eyes now showed fiery indignation.
"What did you mean by that? You're bold, was that suppose to be an accusation? Well?"
"What?" Lloyd asked, purely bewildered at Kaiba's response, but quick thinking, he realized how Kaiba interrupted his words—and it wasn't the way the blond intended. "No, you mistake me, Mr. Kaiba…I'm distantly related to a high society family, and have always encountered those who thought I got where I am because of their name—and I've always hated it. I merely meant to impress upon you the fact that my success wasn't handed to me on a silver platter."
"Is that so?" The brown haired CEO muttered, closing his eyes briefly—Lloyd's bewilderment had answered his question before the man spoke a single word, it was genuine enough for Kaiba to know that Lloyd hadn't meant to accuse him of anything. "Mind telling me the name of your distant relative?"
"Actually, I do mind, I'd rather not mention that name in any discussion about myself—or in any discussion period." That response signaled the end of Lloyd's willingness to discuss the topic, and his wanting to continue with the official business of the meeting.
After a few moments of silence in which Kaiba continued to stare at Lloyd stoically cold, the young CEO spoke, his eyes never leaving Lloyd's.
"Very well, let's get down to business." Kaiba began, holding his hands clasped in front of him again. "You requested this appointment with me, because you've had business with my stepfather as one of his lawyers and say you have some things to discuss with me, right?"
"Yes. I have some inf…."
"I'm not done speaking, Mr. Tensen. One thing I want you to remember is I only agreed to this meeting because my stepfather's bank records show that he made monthly payments to you for quite a while before I took over the company. That's the only proof that exists that he knew you. And that's why I'm putting my judgment of you aside until after you tell me what you wish to." Kaiba then paused and waited for Lloyd to speak, smirking a little at the slight put off expression on the blond's face.
"Well, I have some documents that you may want to look at." Lloyd opened the briefcase, brown, that he brought into the room and took out a few sheets of paper, handing them to Kaiba after closing the briefcase. "As you can see that's…."
"…My stepfather's will." Kaiba muttered after glancing at the first sentence.
"Yes."
So what did you readers think of this chapter so far? Can you figure out who it is that my Lloyd character is related to? Anyway, please review! Arigato!