Disclaimer: Okay, everyone here class? Yes? Good. Now let us proceed. I will now write down some notes on the board. - scribble, scribble- and you, random person in the first row, read them out loud to me. RPITFR: "Remo Con is completely broke and living no where near Japan. She owns more books then necessary, but nothing pertaining to Yu-Gi-Oh. She merely borrows them to toy with them and cause them all misery." -glare- "I mean, make them all completely happy." Better.
Ooh, and now we've got some pretty Michelle Branch songs, this time from her c.d. Hotel Paper. So class, what does this mean? Class: You're a hopeless loser with no potential who has to rely on songs from other people to make her chapter longer? (glares) Class: That you're a lovely person, who's just a tad bit lazy sometimes. Me: Better…
CHAPTER 2: Plan out the Plot
Now, don't just walk away
Pretending everything's okay
And you don't care about me
I know its just no use
When all your lies become your truths
And I don't care
Joey knocked once, twice, three times on the Game Shop's front door. He was a bit worried, the door was never locked, especially now during business hours. There was even a closed sign hanging on the door declaring that no one was to come in, stating this in bright red letters. For a sickening moment Joey was reminded horribly of blood.
He pounded again, harder, wishing that the Motous had a car like normal people so he could have some way of telling if they were even home.
"Yugi?" he called out, trying to get someone's attention. "Yami? Gramps?"
"Joey?" The door creaked open upon its aging hinges to reveal Solomon Motou, looking worn and world-weary. His eyes were glassy as if he wanted to cry but at the same time refused to let any tears fall. "What are you doing here?"
"I came t'see Yug," Joey answered.
"Now's really not a good time," Solomon said in that voice of someone trying to be polite while wishing you would leave and go to the other side of the planet. "I'll tell him you dropped by." The old man tried to shut the door but Joey stuck his food in the doorway. He winced. Clearly doing that was a thing you could only do in movies without experiencing actual pain.
"What's goin' on?" Joey demanded. "Is Yugi sick?"
"In a manner of speaking, I suppose," Solomon said. "He's not sick in his body so much as his heart is suffering."
"Why?" Joey persisted. Solomon hesitated, unsure of whether it would be right for him to answer, but the fire in Joey's eyes, the need to know what was going on with his best friend moved him and so Solomon gave in.
"Yami left."
LETSCALLTHISTHEPRETTYLINETOSEPERATESCENES
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face?
Or have it been erased
Are you happy now?
Her face, there was something familiar about it in the narrow paleness that was shadowed by two curtains of straw-straight blonde hair. Perhaps it was the eyes, watching him, wide and large, that three his memory reeling, because he had a feeling that he should remember a girl with ruby-red eyes.
"Seto," her voice was like crackling thunder, sheets of ice falling on top of you, and for an instant Seto almost forgot that this creature had broken into his company, tampered with the elevator, and almost killed him. In that instant he could- almost.
"Who the hell are you?" Seto felt the fury pounding in his veins, a big ball of hate growing in his heart. Why was everyone so obsessed with ruining his company? His stepfather hadn't been in charge of Kaiba Corp. for years, it was a gaming company now, what got people so upset with him? Why couldn't they just leave him alone?
A grin, malicious and full of bitterness, pasted itself on the girl's face. Seto wasn't sure if girl was the correct term to be used with her, an odd maturity radiated off of her. But she didn't not look older than him physically, if anything she seemed a few years younger.
"You don't remember me, Seto?" she asked, her voice sending chills down his spine. She looked at him intently, her face looking as if it were set in stone with her eyes open wide, completely incapable of blinking.
Seto took a step back, his head spinning. Something was wrong with this girl. She radiated the same kind of dark aura as what he felt whenever the freaky Shadow Realm (which he was slowly starting to believe in) was called.
"Should I? I try not to become familiar with too many freaks at once and I've already filled up my quota for life," Seto said, the sarcasm and nastiness he had worked so hard on to make it in the business world popping up. He considered making a grab at them as they passed his lips, but then realized for once he didn't feel bad. He was done feeling sorry for those psychos who tried to toy with him- no matter what sob story she was going to come up with.
"I would watch that tongue of yours if I were you," the girl said. "It might cause you problems that you'll have no way of dealing with." Suddenly she disappeared. Seto blinked once and all of a sudden an arm was around his neck and his arms were in an unbreakable hold.
"You promised to be mine, Seto Kaiba. And I've come to make you keep your word. I will be back to take what is mine." Then he felt her press her lips to his neck just below his hairline.
Then he was free.
"That was no thief," he said to himself, collapsing onto the floor, his heart beating wildly and his brain numb. For the first time in quite a few years Seto felt fear, fear of the unknown. And in his mind there was nothing more terrifying in existence.
LETSCALLTHISTHEPRETTYLINETOSEPERATESCENES
You took all there was to take
And left me with an empty plate
And you don't care about it, yeah
And I am giving up this game
And leaving you with all the blame
Cause I don't care
How much time had passed? Seto lifted his head up and looked at the clock. Hm, about half an hour, actually. He groaned. He should get up, his secretary would be waiting and so would Joey in a few hours.
But the floor was so lovely, and what's more was if he stayed on the floor he didn't have to deal with whatever that thing had been…
"Mister Kaiba?" he turned his head on the floor and saw his secretary staring down at him.
"Damn," he whispered, feeling slightly hysterical thus bringing on irrational amusement. "She moved."
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now? Yeah
Come on tell it to my face
Or have I been replaced
Are you happy now? Yeah
Do you really have everything you want?
You can't ere give something you ain't got
You can't run away from yourself
Would you look me in the eye?
Could you look me in the eye?
I've had all that I can take
I'm not about to break'
Cause I'm happy now
Are you happy now?
Next Chapter: Create the Characters
"Left?" Joey inquired, staring in disbelief. "As in, he just took off?" Solomon smiled bitterly.
"Yes, Joseph, that's exactly was it means."
And now to thank my lovely reviewers: You guys are completely awesome! I was so worried that no one would read this story, but it's really great to know that a bunch of people still are. Thank you so much! And I'm sorry that I haven't updated sooner, but school has just been so stupid and teachers for some reason decided to pile up the homework last week and then I've had the play…oh, sorry, nvm, no excuses. But anyway, now onto the replies!
Shin Mao: Horror? Moi? Only if I want to spend the next ten days living under my bed in terror of my own story (lol). Ah, not Mai, but you still don't know who yet. And don't worry- Seto and Joey will prevail in the end (If I'm feeling generous insert maniacal laughter )
Kumori Sakusha formerly Saelbu: Yay! I was told my chapter was cool (wipes tear of joy out of her face) this a monumental day in my life indeed. Hope you liked this chapter!
Panda girl: I wrote "Artist's Window" and if you want some Bakura, then read that one too 'cause he's got an amusing part toward the end. And then I just posted up a Mai/Varon fic…but I think I'll finish this story before I start any major Bakura fic (which I will someday, 'specially if you want one!)
Solarsenshi: I'm going on, I hope you're still reading!
Mokuba's Official Glomper: (laughs) Having funKaiba? Kaiba: not really… So, exactly how am I to get you out of this chair your stuck in? Anyway, glad you're enjoying the story, hope you still are!
Lady Shinigami: Always glad to hear people appreciate my work (basking in the praise) Self: Oh, don't get all happy, you've probably gone and ruined her appreciation of anything you've ever written. Me: You're so mean! (sobs) (grins) Anyway, glad you liked it so far!
Kitkat1978: I'm glad I'm writing a sequel too when you're making me feel all happy inside with your wonderful review! (feeling very happy) and this is on your favorites lists? (dies in heavenly bliss) Okay, now I have to be nosy, and I really don't expect an answer, but for your penname, were you born in 1978, or do you just like the number?
Midnight Schemer: Muahahahahahaha! Another pretty ending! Buahahahahahaha! Finally someone who appreciates evil laughter like I do! Muahahaha (cough) (choke) (wheeze) Okay, enough laughing. Hope you liked the chapter!
Dawn: You liked the secretary? (feeling happy) Didn't think anyone would notice her…anyway, sorry for taking so long to update (ducks at objects flying her way) Sorry!
Time Again: Ithink you reviewed Artist's Window…(pauses) er, I think… (feeling honored) I'm on your favorites list! (jumps up and down for a few minutes) Yay!!!!!!!
Misori Chan: Girlfriend (looks around nervously) Um (peaks around corner) Er (thinks coast is clear) (makes a run for it) (finds herself impaled with many sharp objects) I guess you'll just have to wait and find out!
Chika of the high Mts: Is this enough more? For a week or so anyway…and hope I updated soon enough! Thanks for the review!
Anyway, thank you all again for reviewing and I apologize for the short chapter- next time will be longer. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! Remo