Airborne
Summary: The Blue Peak snowboarding competition. Only the best, like national snowboarder Seto Kaiba, can win the grand prize. But with the arrival of a new, crimson eyed competitor…will more than just Seto's reputation change? SetoxYami AU
Notes: hehe... enjoy?
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my keyboard!
CHAPTER TWO:
Seto Kaiba leaned his head against the glass of his limousine. He lifted a glove-covered hand to tug at the collar on his turtle-neck shirt. The heat generating from the car was starting to suffocate him. Pressing the window button on the door, Seto followed with his eyes as the window lowered.
"Welcome to Greenville." The driver of the limousine announced over an intercom. "Why ask me to bring you to this small city, Mister Kaiba?" he asked with a genuine smile.
Seto grinned as he crossed his arms over his lap, eyeing the steep, snow covered mountains that came into view ahead. The sudden urge of wanting to ride down those mountains filled his heart.
"Are you here for the Blue Peak Competition?" the driver asked, looking in the rear mirror for an answer. Seto nodded. "I heard the prize was a whopping one."
"I'm not here for the prize. I don't win competitions like these for the prizes." Seto replied. "Every competition has to be just that –a competition. Every year's different, and I'm here to laugh at the fools that think they can take me down..."
Yami was able to escape from his grandfather, buying himself enough time to go off and shop for the proper clothing and equipment. After reading a manual on 'First Guides to Snowboarding', Yami decided he needed a lot of time to practice. A sudden doubt swelled in his mind...maybe 2 weeks wasn't enough…
He caught a taxi to the mountainside, otherwise known as Central City. It was where all the action happened, both good and bad. It was where the after shows were held, all the shops were located, and all his school friends lived. He, Yugi, and Grandpa were one of the few families to live at the quiet base of the mountain.
Yami looked up, gazing at the tall, famous mountain range that surrounded his city. So that's where Yugi's fate lies...at the top of a mountain...
After the taxi dropped Yami off at the heart of Central City, Yami paid the man and pulled out the advertisement from the newspaper. He read at the bottom where the sponsors were located.
Sponsored by; Frost Gear : For Your Ultimate Snowboarding Experience. Located at the corner of 5th and Killington Street, Central City.
Yami looked up at the nearest street sign. It read Hobart Avenue. Well...Yami thought as he looked at his watch. I've got some time to kill to find out where the hell I am...
About forty minutes later, Yami finally found himself standing outside a building with a large sign that read FROST GEAR SNOWBOARDING.
Yami had to stop himself from dropping his jaw. The outside of the store mislead Yami to believing it was just a 'store'. Boy was he wrong. Hell, this place looked like the first floor of a mall. Shelves and shelves of boots, coats, helmets, and snowboards littered the four walls. Many people were sitting on the couches, testing out different boot sizes. Others were examining the snowboard-covered wall, pin pointing out which had the best design, best surface, best curves, etc. Yami thanked the times he shared with his brother, watching the snowboarding competitions and learning something from them.
With a wallet full of money, and the ad stuffed into his pocket, Yami walked through the doors of Frost Gear. There was a sound of a small bell jingling as he entered...
Yami narrowed his eyes at the amount of money he had left over after his shopping.
Two quarters.
He glanced over to the newly bought snowboard leaning against the wall. He had to admit, the store did have some great stuff. From what the real athletes used, to special designed gear for new players. He honestly never knew there was so much...chemistry put into snowboarding.
The snowboard he had bought was known as a 'freecarve' board, designed for speed and agility combined. It was also more expensive. It had a white surface, and extending from the nose to the tail of the board was a bright crimson lightning bolt.
Yami smiled at the design. It was Yugi's favorite design. He remembered one day when he and Yugi used to draw their own snowboards, covered with lightning bolts and everything. Yugi always had the one lightning bolt, a bright orange color. Orange was Yugi's favorite color, and red was his...
Yami clenched his fists in determination. He would do this for Yugi. No matter what, he had to.
Yami's eyes glanced over to the poster of Seto Kaiba, smiling down on him deviously. 'You're hopeless' the poster seemed to smirk at him.
...and an image of Yugi's smiling, happy face cheering the racers on...
Yami turned his head away from the poster. I'll be damned if I let Seto Kaiba take that away from me. He thought bitterly. Yami sat up from the bed, and walked quickly outside to the garage.
He opened the old garage door, extending his hand out into the darkened room. His fingers brushed passed an old string hanging down from the ceiling –the light switch. Yanking on it, Yami winced as a bright, single light bulb lit up the entire garage.
Jeez, how long has it been since Grandpa cleaned this place? Yami thought, stepping foot into a layer of dust and grime. Yami coughed, pinching his nose from the old, musky closet smell. Cobwebs and dust bunnies littered the floor on all sides. Clambering over to some stacked boxes, Yami kneeled down and lifted them off of each other. Soon enough, he figured out the boxes were of old summer supplies.
Perfect. Then it must be in here somewhere...Yami thought, working at a faster pace. Box after box, about an hour passed until Yami finally found what he was looking for.
His old skateboard.
Yami pulled the skateboard out of the rubble, giving the board a good shaking free of dirt, dust, and...other stuff. He coughed again, looking down at the object in his hands. Memories flooded his head...
My gosh, how long has it been? Yami thought to himself. I haven't used this thing ever since Yugi was born...
Sure, he had been a skateboarder. It was the second best thing from snowboarding back when he was about Yugi's age, before his younger sibling came into his life. Back then Yami was known as the best on the block, and possibly in his entire school. He and his two best friends, Bakura and Marik, used to go every day after school to the skateboard parks, playing games of the such.
Yami chuckled at his childhood, tossing the old skateboard in his hands.
"...going out?"
Yami spun around to the voice, and looked into the eyes of aged violet. It was his grandfather. He placed a shaky hand over his speeding heart, tucking the skateboard under his arm.
"Grandpa, you scared me." Yami breathed. Grandpa Mutou only chuckled, eyeing the skateboard closely in his grandson's arms.
"So...what are you doing here?" Grandpa Mutou asked, tilting his head in question. Yami looked up him, then back at the skateboard, then back at him.
"Um, well..." Yami swallowed. I can't tell him I'm using this as practice for a competition. "I-I just thought..." A snowboarding competition, that is. Oh good lord, what am I supposed to say? "...that this would be a way to take my mind off of Yugi..." Please buy it, please buy it! Yami knew that Grandpa wasn't the one to give in so easily.
The elder raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going to the parks?"
Yami blinked. Oh yeah. Yami had forgotten about the still-open skateboard parks. Most of them were abandoned, but that was a good thing, right? He hasn't touched a skateboard in years…god forbid he let someone see him fall on his ass repeatedly.
Yami nodded his head.
Seto tapped impatiently on the door of the limousine, blinking as the wind whipped in his face. The vehicle was driving along a path up the side of the mountain, up to a place known as Central City.
Seto sighed. He wanted more than anything to be on some sort of board, flying high like there was no gravity to hold him down...
A sign flashed in Seto's eyes as they drove passed it.
SKATEBOARD PARK NEXT LEFT
Seto blinked. Skateboarding...That's good enough for now. I just need to ride.
That was something many people didn't know about the famous Seto Kaiba. He was also a skateboarder. A professional skateboarder, and due to his talent he became a snowboarder. Back at home, Seto had his own personal skateboard park, full of ramps, pipes, and poles that he grinded each day as practice away from the mountains.
"Roland, I have a favor to ask of you." Kaiba told a security guard sitting next to him
"Yes, Mister Kaiba?" The guard named Roland replied.
"Call to the hotel. There's been a change of plans...oh and tell the driver to make the next left."
Chappie 3 coming soon... but still review XD