Sorry I haven't updated... Evil writer's block...
yo, in this chapter only... maybe next one too...
means written by cati
means written by seto
means written by mokuba
means P.O.V. change
still means thought
Cati's P.O.V.
I'd looked through my 'bag of tricks' a.k.a. the only stuff I own, until I found what I was looking for.
Bingo! our old journals! Seto needs to read these...
"MOKUBA! IS HE HOME YET!"
"YES! HE'S COMING UP THE DRIVEWAY! HURRY UP!"
I raced down the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of the door, right before Seto openedit.
"Great timing. Now Step 2!" Mokie said.
Seto looked from me to Mokie, clearly confused. I held out the journals.
"Family reading time?" He asked. I grinned.
"Still able to read my mind, you must be a genious." Was my cool reply.
"Come on! Let's read in my room!" Mokie said, slightly impatient. I chuckled.
"Yeah!" I said. Seto looked at me, a little ... frustrated.
"I have too much work to do." He said flatly. I faked a pout.
"Why are you working? Didn't you miss me?"
"Of course, but time doesn't stand still for CEOs like it does for lazy bums."
That hurt. He said it like he'd forgotten why I'd lived on the street. It stung for him to talk like living on the street was easy.
"Idiot. Time stretches longer when you're half... We can talk later." I'd looked over at Mokie.
"Fine, but I'm not reading those stupidjournals."
Seto's P.O.V.
Those journals are from a time when I liked myself, when I loved Cati like a girl like her should be, when I loved Mokuba as I should love my brother. If I recall, mine goes to that night on the terrace. The most "romantic" night of my life. Please Cati, I don't want to see how horrific I've become.
"Fine! Me and Mok'll read 'em." Cati half yelled at me. I knew it'd sting, that lazy bum comment. I said it anyway. I watched sadly as she and Mokuba went up the stairs. As soon as they were gone,I grabbed my briefcase and hurried down the hall, to my library. The whole bit about work was only an act, I'd gotten it all done. I dropped my briefcase on the couch, went over to the desk and brought out my present journal. I opened to the first clean page, and started to write.
I want to be more like the person in that journal. No, wait. I just want to have time to get to know my... best... fri...girl...Cati again. Get to know her like I knew her before. I don't know... Why do I find this so difficult?... I hate myself.
I know, I know, I was going to add more, but if I didn't post this now I never would have...Will right more soon.
