"I see the chosen one has been found," the voice spoke. I shuddered. This
wasn't happening.
"My name is Seto Kaiba," I spoke, trying with all my might to keep my usual cool and confidence.
"Yes. It is. And I am Seth, ancient high priest," he spoke.
"I have enough to worry about as it is. I don't need a Yami," I spoke. Yami. I hated that word. It was the mediocre terms of referral to my archrival. I considered myself above that.
"To be honest, I have no real desire to share a mind with a weak mortal of today myself," Seto spoke icily. Great. Two minutes sharing a body and he was already ticked off. This was going to be a long rest of my life.
"Whatever," I sighed. I had work to do. I probably should tell Mokuba, but something made me afraid to. Maybe because I wasn't sure about this myself.
"Having second thoughts, are we?" Seth mused.
"Well-" I started. Wait. I hadn't voiced my reluctance aloud. How had he known?!
"We share a mind link now, mortal. Get used to it. Your thoughts are my thoughts, and in turn my thoughts are yours. Get it?" he asked. I got it. But I didn't like it at all.
"Will you just shut up? I've got a company to run. Besides, we have nothing in common," I said, pulling a file folder out of my desk.
"That's where you're wrong, Seto. We have everything in common. And that is the reason that we don't get along," he replied. Obviously he had ignored my request for silence, but I had to admit that he was right. I shrugged.
"You have a point," I said. I put away the folder, realizing that my effort was useless. I suppose I'd end up having to take the rest of the day off, but I'd hold up for as long as possible.
"Even though we don't get along, we will have to work together to some extent," he said. "And we have an advantage that Yugi and his Yami don't."
"What's that?" I asked, genuinely curious. Those two have been partners through thick and thin for as long as I could remember. Here, Seth was attempting to tell me that we had something that they didn't. I was all ears, but had no idea where this was going.
"Think about it, Seto. You and I look and sound identical. We could switch places, and no one would even notice." I had to admit that sounded appealing.
"There's one problem with your theory." I couldn't help but contradict. It was my nature. "Aside from the short flashback a few months ago, compliments of Isis, I have no idea what you look like."
"Ah. So you were at the final duel versus the Pharaoh. I sensed your presence," Seth spoke. I couldn't help but feel important. My attendance at the duel over four thousand years ago was noted.
"To answer your question, I can show you my appearance," Seth said. Slowly, I felt myself separating. It was the reverse of the beginning sensation, when I first traced the eye, but less extreme. This time, I was prepared. Actually, it sort of reminded me of being teleported into my virtual world months before. I barely had time to think before the sensation was over.
I looked up. A pair of crystal blue eyes met mine. Seth stood before me. It had to be Seth, because he looked exactly like me. Exactly. However, a little less . . . solid. It was like having a twin, except . . . weirder. Much, much weirder.
"My name is Seto Kaiba," I spoke, trying with all my might to keep my usual cool and confidence.
"Yes. It is. And I am Seth, ancient high priest," he spoke.
"I have enough to worry about as it is. I don't need a Yami," I spoke. Yami. I hated that word. It was the mediocre terms of referral to my archrival. I considered myself above that.
"To be honest, I have no real desire to share a mind with a weak mortal of today myself," Seto spoke icily. Great. Two minutes sharing a body and he was already ticked off. This was going to be a long rest of my life.
"Whatever," I sighed. I had work to do. I probably should tell Mokuba, but something made me afraid to. Maybe because I wasn't sure about this myself.
"Having second thoughts, are we?" Seth mused.
"Well-" I started. Wait. I hadn't voiced my reluctance aloud. How had he known?!
"We share a mind link now, mortal. Get used to it. Your thoughts are my thoughts, and in turn my thoughts are yours. Get it?" he asked. I got it. But I didn't like it at all.
"Will you just shut up? I've got a company to run. Besides, we have nothing in common," I said, pulling a file folder out of my desk.
"That's where you're wrong, Seto. We have everything in common. And that is the reason that we don't get along," he replied. Obviously he had ignored my request for silence, but I had to admit that he was right. I shrugged.
"You have a point," I said. I put away the folder, realizing that my effort was useless. I suppose I'd end up having to take the rest of the day off, but I'd hold up for as long as possible.
"Even though we don't get along, we will have to work together to some extent," he said. "And we have an advantage that Yugi and his Yami don't."
"What's that?" I asked, genuinely curious. Those two have been partners through thick and thin for as long as I could remember. Here, Seth was attempting to tell me that we had something that they didn't. I was all ears, but had no idea where this was going.
"Think about it, Seto. You and I look and sound identical. We could switch places, and no one would even notice." I had to admit that sounded appealing.
"There's one problem with your theory." I couldn't help but contradict. It was my nature. "Aside from the short flashback a few months ago, compliments of Isis, I have no idea what you look like."
"Ah. So you were at the final duel versus the Pharaoh. I sensed your presence," Seth spoke. I couldn't help but feel important. My attendance at the duel over four thousand years ago was noted.
"To answer your question, I can show you my appearance," Seth said. Slowly, I felt myself separating. It was the reverse of the beginning sensation, when I first traced the eye, but less extreme. This time, I was prepared. Actually, it sort of reminded me of being teleported into my virtual world months before. I barely had time to think before the sensation was over.
I looked up. A pair of crystal blue eyes met mine. Seth stood before me. It had to be Seth, because he looked exactly like me. Exactly. However, a little less . . . solid. It was like having a twin, except . . . weirder. Much, much weirder.