A Story Without A Title
Chapter 4: At The Office
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
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Seto sat at his desk debating on what to write for his novel. Normally such things would not be on his mine, but he needed the stupid English credit to obtain his University Business degree even though he already ran a very successful company.
'I should just write my life story.' he thought, 'Everyone would take it for fiction anyways. All I would have to do is write it in first person and replace my name with another.'
He leaned his head back against his chair and turned to face the glass wall behind him. He flinched as the sun shone in his eyes. He immediately spun around to face his desk again. He stood and closed the curtains.
'I can't write my life story.' A small grown escaped his mouth, 'There are too many people out there that would have my head on a silver platter. What on earth am I going to write about. Anything about my kind would do but I would be held for treason in the courts. Why is this so hard? If Mokuba were still alive he would come up with a million things. He always had an enormous imagination.'
Seto slouched in his chair remembering the boy who had taken him as his brother.
About 13 years ago he had posed as an orphan. He was sick of the life he had grown to know. There was a young boy at the orphanage. He was crying. Seto listened to the conversation that was going on in the room.
Flash Back
"Mokuba, your brother has been missing for two weeks now. The police have declared him dead." An older woman told him as she rubbed the boys back soothingly.
Mokuba only cried more. Seto had caught a glimpse of the boy and who he assumed was his older brother in a picture on the desk. Immediately Seto noticed that he looked exactly like the older boy in the picture. He carefully opened the door and stepped in.
"SETO!" the boy who, moments ago, was crying yelled. He jumped up and ran to Seto.
At first Seto didn't understand how the boy knew his name and then it clicked, that his brother must have had the same name.
After a scolding from the older lady Seto settled into the place that would be his new home for the next year.
End Flash Back
Mokuba had given Seto something to live for other than himself. He had been a different person with him around. Now without the happy carefree boy around, he had returned to his old ways. He had become a silent predator guided only by instincts.
He found himself thinking of Mokuba's death, like the way he had been brutally ripped from this world.
A pack of werewolves out for their midnight feast had happened to catch Mokuba on his way home from his first day at his first job. He was so happy to have a job and to be making his own money.
Seto was sure that if he had made it home he would have been bored out of his mind listening to Mokuba go on and on about every aspect of his job. The thing that made Seto feel the worst was, that he more often blew off the sweet boy.
Seto pulled out his laptop and began to type. An idea had finally hit him for his story. He was going to write a tragedy about a man who lost all he ever loved. It would be his story of him and Mokuba, and of how cruel fate had torn them apart. It would be enough that people would believe it as fiction to make it seem as though it was simply based on a true story.
I know this chapter is short. I need to work on making my chapters longer but hopefully the amount I update will make up for how short my chapters are. Well please R&R and tell me what you think of this chapter.
