Allright, here we go with chapter three! I was asked for a quick update so here it is. I had too much time to spare in History and Literature class today so I worked on getting this written.
Iia: No
Baka: stupid/ idiot
But everyone knew those two already.
Chapter Three
There were only two people that Seto ever regarded with any kindness. One was Mokuba, and the other, Seto did not believe he would ever lay eyes on again. However, there are some mistakes we are glad we made.
Beep, beep, beep... The sound of the ever hated alarm clock. Everyone had a great dream and desire to take a sledgehammer and crush that annoying piece of technology that woke us up each morning, usually when we did not want to wake up. And Seto did not want to wake up. But unlike the rest of us, he was able to give the alarm clock some hell for ringing at the most inappropriate moment.
Longer, slender, artistic fingers curled around the frame of the digital clock which was still signaling the arrival of morning. The sound of the "beeps" stopped right after there was a loud crashing sound as it hit the wall, breaking into three even pieces with a few plastic chips scattered here and there, the glass dial cracked with the patterns of a spider web.
Closing his crystal blue eyes Seto nestled deeper within the covers of his bed. Most morning he was wide awake, able to turn off that clock the second it went off. Not this morning. This morning he wanted to stay in bed. He wanted that dream back in the pictures of his mind where it had been so rudely interrupted by the aggravating alarm clock.
: Dream Sequence Play-back:
He was not entirely sure of where he was... It was a beach, white balmy sands with the ocean just a few yards ahead, the water rolling back and forth in the waves that sparkled in the sunset like diamonds. All so peaceful...
A cool evening breeze fluttered by as a butterfly would during the middle of spring.
He was not too used dreams. He rarely got them anymore, and if he did, he woke up not remembering. Bu even in this dream he was being logical, trying to figure out where he was, why he was there, and how he had gotten there.
"Seto..."
The calling was soft and tender, quiet and intriguing, drawing him in without his realization.
"Seto..."
He knew that voice. Only one person could say his name so sweetly. Only one person had that delicate tone that she was always using on him. As it had been every time before in his life, the call was too much for him to resist.
Before his dream-self got to turn around to see her, smooth hands slid up his back and to his shoulders. He closed his eyes as warm lips met the nape of his neck, hot breath rolling over his skin. "You left me Seto..."
Immediately he had begun his protest, ready to defend himself against the accusations. Did she think that he had wanted to leave? What he wanted was to stay with her, regardless of his career or company or anything else that was important back home. "I di-"
A small and gentle bite to his skin quieted him. The nips had always been her signal to get him to shut up. "I know... But it did not make things any easier." He never knew why it was that she affected him like this. When with or around her he lost any sense of himself, the exterior of ever present ice melting away in less then a second. Her touch was always so soft and careful as though she was afraid to hurt him. The words were always spoken quietly, her voice as beautiful as the old classical songs that no one listen to any more. Her kisses... They were dangerous, intoxicating.
He was a drug addict and she was his drug. There was never enough to satisfy him. "Anzu... please let me explain..."
He turned around, her stunning features vivid and the seductive frame of her body remaining exactly the way he had remembered it. But this was still the picture of his seventeen-year old lover, the old Anzu. He did not know how she might have changed in the past five years.
"You don't need to explain anything, baby. You had your life and I had mine. It was only natural," she told him, her lips curving up to her gorgeous smile. "But I'm still waiting for you..." She leaned in closer, her hands sliding up to caress the back of his neck as she leaned up to kiss him.
Her name left his lips a mere moment before the contact could be made, his arms snaked around her waist to pull her body close to his, their mouths a breath away from colliding after so long...
: End Dream Sequence :
That had been when his alarm clock went off. That was why it now lay smashing into a useless heap on the floor. Cursing quietly, Seto lifted his head off the pillow, brown hair in a bed mangled mess that was the complete opposite of his usual sleek, proper, and professional look. He sat up, legs draping over the edge of the bed as he hunched over and buried his face in his hands.
Who thought that a single relationship could be so bothersome? He hardly ever stopped thinking about her and it was far too distracting for his liking. Was it not about time he got over it?
There was a loud knock on his door and before he could even answer or stand up Mokuba danced inside of the room, literally.
"Good morning!" he exclaimed happily bouncing up onto the bed and giving his brother a quick hug. "Didja sleep well?"
"No... The alarm clock made sure to ruin what might have been a good awakening."
Instantly, Mokuba's attention turned to his brother's nightstand to find out how exactly Seto had chosen to take his vengeance on the clock this time. Once every few months he had that morning and every time the alarm clock was punished in a different way. Mokuba liked seeing how it was each time. Confusion filled his eyes for a second until he spotted it broken on the floor across from him. "How come you never let ME do those kinds of things?" he asked, pointing.
"Because you would do it every morning." Mokuba smiled innocently at this. The two of them both knew it to be true.
"Are you going to work again today?" he asked, flopping down on the bed as Seto rose and went over to his closet to find that day's wear.
"No... I'll be driven into insanity if I go back to the office today. I think I'll stay home. One day off won't kill me."
For the next few minutes Mokuba held his own personal, all-out celebration until Seto kicked him out of the room for yelling "Yay!" on the top of his lungs ten times consecutively.
Half an hour in the following, the older of the Kaiba brothers was downstairs. Instead of the normal, clean pressed suit he wore a pair of faded navy jeans and a simple light blue button-down. Even he knew how to get casual once in a while. He found Mokuba in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal.
You had to be careful on what you let the little one consume. Thetales of him being set into hyperactive from the equivalence of one tablespoon of sugar were all true. He had enough energy as it was.
Though he had been admitting relaxation for the day Seto could not stop but to think over some of the plans that had to do with his company project. His morning routine was set, his body acting automatically to pour a cup of black coffee for himself and snatch the morning newspaper from the kitchen counter where it was left for him. It was something he had repeated nearly every single morning that he spent at home so even the littlest of changes was noticeable to him.
The noticeable change happened to be in the newspaper. He sat himself down near the kitchen dining table, across from Mokuba and frowned. He only had one section of it. "Moki, where's the rest?" he asked, glancing up at his brother.
"Oh... I threw it away. There was nothing important in it. You might want to read the article that's on the front of what you're holding though."
Ignoring the second half of the boy's words Seto shook his head. "Why did you do that?"
"I did it because you wouldn't listen to me when I tried to tell you last night. Luckily I saw that and thought it might be more effective. I don't want you to think I'm playing a prank on you or anything."
Glancing down he took a look at the part of the newspaper that he had been holding. It was the Spotlight section. The one he usually tossed out because most of the time it just had to do with little useless things on the latest bands, movies or some other sort of personal entertainment. He did not have time for all that junk. By what Mokuba had said he thought it might have been something on business, like maybe the company's stock had gone down or something.
However, he would never find anything to worry about here. "This is worthless. Why did you give me this?" Seto questioned as he continued to quickly scan the page, taking a sip of the hot coffee, on which he choked the next second.
Coughing to clear his lungs of the accidentally taken in liquid, he regained himself swiftly to return focus to the article and make sure his eyes were not deceiving him.
Center Stage Stolen
Last night, at her debut performance in Domino City, Japan, twenty-two year old Anzu Mazaki amazed and delighted many with her dance. Known little in our country, however, she is proclaimed to be one of North America's most talented dancers. Born here, she has returned to her home country after five years of study and training in the United States. After just a single night she has already by this morning become well-mentioned and rumored to be the very next legend and international star.
Those are not the only rumors drifting. It is highly believed that she is engaged to Yugi Motou, Champion Gamest and a childhood friend.
This was where Seto stopped reading. Engaged? To Yugi? There was no way that was possible. It had to be just another rumor. The two had always been close friends, he knew that. But the thought of the two of them to be wed to one another was almost laughable. Had she not herself told him once that she only was him as a younger brother and nothing more?
The rest of the article was some information about her scheduled performances, times and locations just in case any one wanted to see her for themselves and a little more details about her success back in the States, along with such.
"You DO realize what this means, don't you?" Mokuba asked once he saw that Seto was finished.
"Anzu has done well with herself. It's wonderful, what she always wanted," Seto said, shrugging his shoulders in an almost careless way.
A moment later he was whacked over the head by the section of the paper, Mokuba having rolled it up and leaned over to hit his older brother.
"Iia, baka!" the boy snapped, as if irritated. "It means she's here! Here here. Did you even bother to read it? She's here in Domino City!"
Hard enough to believe, Seto had not realized this. He had been too busy going over his disgust of the thought of her with Yugi. "But that mea-"
"And you call yourself smart! God, Seto, sometimes I think a hamster has more brains than you!" Mokuba was the only one who could ever speak to him in a manner and not come out completely bankrupted with a destroyed reputation due to a sudden "slip-up" in their records and accounts. Seto was not the kind of person who took insults very well.
If she was here, it meant that for the first time in five long years he could stop dreaming and living in memories of the past. He could have the real thing again.
Otay! I'll work on getting another update quickly again but it should take a little while longer this time around. I hope this chapter did all right and was not affected by the boring study and facts of American history that was in my mind at the time. (No offense Mr. Clevenger.) If it was then blame my teacher. He's getting old himself. Retiringat the end of thisyear (finally) Poor guy, very nice man but it is just about time he stops dealing with crazy teenagers.
Anyways, please review. Any comments that might displease me will be forwarded to Mr. Clevenger so he can see that retirement for him really is a good thing.
