Distrustshipping (Kaiba Seto/Shadi)
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((contains heavy spoilers for Dark Side of Dimensions))
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"I thought you had gone to the afterlife already."
"Who told you that?"
Seto didn't even look up from the pod that he was busy rewiring. He had had to redo the entire thing after the first test went sour. He could hear the soft footfalls and rippling fabric of the man standing behind him, and he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
Only that man would show up to see what had happened to the precious cube, anyway. Diva and his group of misfits probably didn't care anymore.
It was only after a very, very long and uncomfortable silence that Seto finally looked up to see the placid green eyes staring at him. He nodded at the cube sitting on the shelf.
"You can have it back. I don't need it anymore."
"It has no more power. It is simply a hunk of metal—besides, I cannot take things with me when I pass on."
"I thought you had already."
Shadi tilted his head slightly.
"Not yet," he said. "There will still things to attend to."
"What, like making sure those orphans you so graciously took care of turned into revenge hungry, genocidal psychopaths?"
If Shadi was offended by Seto's venomous statement, it didn't show on his face.
It was that more than anything that made Seto burn with rage.
He threw his wrench as hard as he could across the room. It hit the wall and left a dent in the wall. It was the only way he had to express his rage with a creature that he couldn't touch with his bare hands.
"I talked to him. Diva."
"I know you did."
"I know what they think of you. You were their savior. You were a father."
Shadi looked briefly at the floor, away from Seto's eyes.
"What are you trying to say, Kaiba Seto?"
Seto wished it was possible to strangle a ghost to death.
"You betrayed them."
Shadi's eyes raised to his.
"How so?"
Seto gnashed his teeth. His eyes fell on the Plana, the stupid hunk of metal that had caused all of this madness in the first place. He stalked across the room and grabbed it, thrusting it into Shadi's face.
"You gave a bunch of children the power of a god," he said. "Then you died in front of them, and expected them not to use it. You came back as a fucking ghost to fuck with me and the others, but you wouldn't give them the fucking time of day."
Shadi's completely unchanging face made Seto even angrier. He couldn't even see, could barely breathe. He flung the Plana as hard as he could, but it simply passed through Shadi's face, as though he were only a projection of light. The cube hit the far wall instead, hitting the floor and skidding.
"They trusted you," he said. "But you wouldn't even come and check on them."
Shadi tilted his head again. His face still didn't even show the barest hint of emotion. Seto couldn't even think, he felt so—angry. The world was getting hot, and he covered his face with one hand to try and hide it.
"I'm surprised that you care," Shadi said after a beat.
Seto didn't want to dignify that with an answer.
"If you're not here for the Plana, what are you here for?" he said instead.
Shadi didn't respond for a moment, and when Seto dropped his hand from his eyes, the man was gone. Only his voice wrapped around him for a brief moment.
"I merely came to warn you against what you were about to do," he said. "But I feel that, you most certainly will not be dissuaded."
And then, he was truly gone. The temperature in the room lifted, and Seto was alone again.
He stood perfectly still for a long, long moment.
Then he flipped off the air, hoping Shadi would see it.
"As if I would trust a thing you said anyway, you fuck," he muttered.
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A/N: I just feel like Seto would be pissed off at anyone who mistreated orphans, even if he doesn't show it in public. Anyway, I still hate Shadi. Next is Discourageshipping (Priest Set x Mahad x Priestess Isis).
