Fate Plays Cruel Tricks
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! and I am not responsible for what the characters do in this fan fiction.
Chapter 1: The Wheels on the Bus
Mokuba Kaiba quickly grabbed his backpack and his textbooks off of his smooth, wooden desk. He was late as usual. He always had to rush to the school bus. Sure, he could take his big brother's limo home, but that would deprive him of the wonderful scenery of Domino's suburbs and he really hated those long, quiet rides in the back of that dimmed vehicle.
As Mokuba made it through the hallway, he waved at a few of his friends. Unlike his brother, he actually liked having friends. Once, during history, he actually thought about the differences between his brother and himself and it shocked him to realize so many. Mokuba was the social one and Seto, well, he was the neat and organized CEO of Kaiba Corp. We aren't all the same, now are we!
He quickly found his bus: route 267 and climbed aboard. There weren't too many people on today. Usually Fridays were emptier anyways…
Mokuba grabbed his same old seat, six rows back behind the bus driver and set all of his belongings on the floor.
Soon after the bus' engine started, the bus slowly glided away from Domino Junior High School.
Mokuba decided that he would take a quick nap instead of looking out the window on the way home. He was the last stop and he had a while to sleep before the bus would pull up to Kaiba Mansion. The slow drops of rain water trickling across Mokuba's window allowed him to drift into a nice relaxed sleep.
Mokuba slowly awoke to see the rain drops falling heavily outside. They beat against the window with great anger and force. He was still half asleep when he turned to look at the front of the bus and then slowly the back. No one was left on the bus. Mokuba glanced outside again, but couldn't see where the bus was.
He was sure that he would arrive at Kaiba Mansion any minute now, but time slowly drifted. Mokuba looked over at the bus driver who was frantically steering the bus in and around other cars. Mokuba questioned to himself: why the bus driver was going so fast? And where were they headed?
He was too afraid to ask the almost crazed man at the wheel. He just sunk down in his seat with pure fear. He felt the bus moving forward without any true pace, it was just moving faster and faster and faster……until Mokuba was quickly slammed into the seat in front of him without any warning.
"What's going on?" Mokuba screamed with fear and pain. He was hoping for an answer, but did not receive one. Mokuba slowly gripped the seat and pulled himself up, holding his stomach for added support. He peered over the grey seat and looked over at the bus driver. But there was no bus driver any longer. All that stood in his seat was….fire.
"What happened?" Mokuba questioned. He couldn't see anything but the fire in front of him, the blinding rain to his right and left and behind him was…a way out. Mokuba grabbed his backpack and his extra textbooks and quickly ran toward the back of the bus. He was staring to smell the fire's ash and he could feel the fire's heat against his bare skin. He knew he had to jump out of the back; it was the only way out now.
Mokuba dropped his things on the bus' floor and grabbed the backdoor's handle. He pulled down on the lever and pushed against the door with all of his might, but the door wouldn't open for him. He tried again and again and again, but the door didn't even squeak. "Great…" Mokuba said to himself, trying to keep calm. The fire was crackling against his ears and the heat was beginning to hurt his skin. He had to think and he had to think fast. Mokuba decided to do the only thing he could do now.
"Help…..someone please…..HELP ME! I'm trapped…please….HELP!" He yelled and banged against the bus's door with all the strength he had. "HELP!" Mokuba cried out. The fire was aching toward him slowly. He could feel the heat, he could touch the flames, he could smell the burning bus, and he could hear the bus collapsing on itself…everything began to seem so unreal…so…grey…so…dark…so…dark…so…
"Help…" Mokuba called out weakly. "Help…" His eyes began to get heavy, the smoke was clouding his air supply and the last thing he saw was a dark dragon fly through the flames, it's red eyes blinking in his thoughts.