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TWELVE
I don't like the new chariots of this age, I decided. The don't have the same gentle (sometimes) sway that the old ones do, and most of the time, they move too fast for me to adjust before ..inertia, Seth called it I think... changes how you feel again and throws you to the other side.
I don't like them, and neither does Bewd.
It really set my stomach off to wake up to the damn thing moving. I guess we're going home.
That thought is odd, the fact that I'm not associating 'Home' with a place of blazing heat and burning sands, but...times change.
Drastically.
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Gaining a human form at night is nice thing.
Nighttime in and of itself is a magical thing, and if an opportunity is presented, you shouldn't waste it.
Just like I'm not going to waste mine tonight.
Truth be told, I'm somewhat scared at what I don't remember. Everything is so different, and yet... the same?
It just doesn't make sense.
I keep hearing things, like a narrator in my head whispering to me the plot line of the play.
I just hope this duality doesn't drive me crazy. As it is, it's irritating, because it keeps whispering that I should be fighting with someone named 'Kaiba'.
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Hmm. The light from the shiny-box thing shows that Master—Seth?--Set...o?--is still looking for picture-person.
Is he just a replacement? I feel sad for hi—
...Wait...
Am I him?
Yes, Duality speaks up again.
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Seth/Seto is lieing on his side in bed, still as death and pale as well.
I think I like him better pale, I muse. He looks like a doll, and fragile as well, as if I'm the only one that can see this side of him, or that he is mine to protect, and mine only.
I pause, suddenly at the side of his bed, my fingers ghosting his brown bangs.
I'm left confused. Half of me is raging that this is perfect blackmail material against pretty-boy Kaiba while the other side is purring that I should go get some rope and tie my Priest up like a pretty package, just for me.
I shake my head and wipe off the little amount of drool that collected at that last thought in the span of a second.
I must. Stay. Focused.
...skin...
I shake my head, too much like a dog for the first half to feel comfortable.
My fingers trace the lines I had drawn on his back only yesterday, faded now since most, if not all, of the magic that they had contained has been used up, and by the pull of cloth across his back.
Hmm. Yum.
I realize that I'm getting distracted easily...but wouldn't anyone? Especially with this pale version before them?
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I don't hear the ...computer? ..give a click and whirl as it locks on my location.
I'm asleep in Seto's chair, wearing his black-and-red embroidered trench coat he had hanging in the closet just for me.
It's also probably a moot point to say that I didn't know that ...Mokuba? I suppose...had tapped into Seto's computer, so that he could get the same readout as his brother.
I also didn't know, then, that his computer woke him, and he came running to his brothers room.
TBC
Gah. Over ten MONTHS. I started this chapter over two months ago as well, and it just sat on my laptop for awhile. (bows in apology for it only being 560 in word length as well. I tried for 600. But this is where it stopped.)
Im not sure if I actually like this chapter. But that's just a moot point, ne? V I tried. Now it's time for me to go to bed.
Review, pretty please? I might help me write...