22 reviews!!! I feel so loved! Really I do. This is really one of the
best responses I've ever gotten. ^__^ Anyway, I need to do a disclaimer.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters. I do own Seto and Yami
action figures . . .
I looked at Seth. Yes, he looked just like me. The same soft brown hair cascaded into cerulean blue eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say I had been cloned.
"So, pretty similar?" Seth asked.
"Exact," I said breathlessly. I never would have thought that this could have happened. I had to admit that I thought that his Egyptian attire was fascinating. The royal-looking purple was very impressive.
"I like the outfit," I said, sounding a little sarcastic.
"You aren't exactly casual either," he said, raising an eyebrow at my trenchcoat. I didn't really need his opinion. Wait. He just . . .
"You can't read my mind when our spirits are separate, can you?!" I realized. I could learn to like this. It was nice to have breaks where I had my mind to myself every so often.
"No, I can't. You can't read mine, either," he stated. I could have figured that much out by myself.
"Look, I'm not going to have you insulting my intelligence!" I said, sounding tremendously indignant.
"Insulting your intelligence?!" he replied, equally disturbed. If there's one thing I can't stand, I just found out what it was. It was attempting to argue with someone just as smart as I was.
"Look, I don't want to fight with you," I said quite honestly. He agreed, obviously feeling the same way I did.
"You ought to tell your little brother about me," he said, breaking the ominous silence.
"I suppose so," I said, shutting down my PC. This day was too eventful to try to get a full work day in. I had programmed all my paperwork onto a compact disk for editing at home. Slipping this into my briefcase, I picked up the Millennium Rod. Before I knew it, Seth and I again shared a spirit. The whole switching thing was getting almost routine.
I left the office, locking the door behind me. I walked out to the parking lot. Of course, my car was one of the first on the row. As the CEO, I did have some rights. The car was an emerald green convertible, of which I was very proud. The sleek body glistened in the dimming late-afternoon sun.
Seth was actually fairly silent for the rest of the ride home. It was nice to be able to relax. I was a little bit flustered. It didn't help that I was meeting some powerful executives for lunch tomorrow. I still had a meeting to plan along with everything else.
Finally, I pulled up to a particularly large white mansion. Sliding a card through the digital reader on the gate's key pad, I punched in some numbers. The gates swung open. I parked the car in the garage and stepped out.
"Seto!" an excited voice shouted. I smiled. Mokuba, of course.
"You're home, big brother!" he said, running out to meet me. I hugged him.
"Yes, I'm glad to be home," I said. I walked with him to the living room.
"Did you test drive the new hand held duel system?" I asked him, curious about how the new invention had worked out. It was somewhat like a Gameboy, except for the fact that it allowed the player to duel with a hooked-up hologram projector. You earned cards as the game progressed.
"It was awesome!" he said. "I got a high score!"
"That's great," I smiled. "Is it too easy?"
"No, it was pretty hard to do," he said. That's good. I need to set in on a level that would be fairly complex, yet wouldn't be too challenging.
"Actually if you were challenged, I'd be more concerned that it was too hard." I smiled. He laughed.
"Good one, Seto."
It was great to have Mokuba for a brother. The time we spent together, however short, really was the highlight of my day. Sadly, I did have to get down to business. No more small talk. He deserved to know about Seth.
"Mokuba," I started a little hesitantly. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
"What?! Did you get a girlfriend?" he asked. Despite myself, I blushed. I wish that were true. I could hear Seth laugh.
"No, not this time. What I needed to tell you was, well, you know about Yugi and Yami, right?" There. That was a good way to start this conversation.
"Yeah. Yami is this ancient Pharaoh that kinda possesses Yugi through that puzzle that he wears around his neck. They duel together. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know that Yugi was going to meet me at KaibaCorp today, right?" This was a good approach. I started to pull the Millennium Rod out of the briefcase.
"Yeah," he said, obviously waiting for me to get to the point.
"Well, he gave me this," I said, taking the item out and showing it to him.
"Sweet!" He shouted. I handed it to him. He held it and looked it over.
"Seto, this has the same symbol that's on Yugi's puzzle," he observed. I assumed he would figure that out. He was a smart kid.
"Yeah, it does." I was just going to have to cut to the chase. I couldn't avoid the point for much longer. "Mokuba, to make a long story short, because of this item I now have an alter ego. Like Yami is to Yugi. Seth, the ancient Egyptian high priest, and I now share a mind."
I watched his eyes grow to the size of saucers, then dinner plates. This was the reaction I had expected. He would go from really freaked out to really excited. Just you wait.
"Whoa," he said, gazing at the item. Suddenly, his enormous eyes shrank back to normal size and filled with the usual mischief. What did I tell you?
"Can you mind shuffle?" he asked, handing it back to me.
"Well, I'll try. Don't expect much, though," I warned. This was going to be hard. I concentrated as hard as I could. Seth cooperated, and in moments I had gone from Seto to Seth and back again.
"Wow," Mokuba breathed, fascinated.
"You could tell a difference?" I asked him, amazed. Even if I was able to actually mind shuffle, I didn't expect him to be able to tell.
"Yeah. Your eyes got a little darker when you were Seth," he said, squinting a little. That was really unprecedented.
"I'm sure nobody else would be able to tell, though," he said, smiling reassuringly. Mokuba was one of a kind.
Suddenly, I realized how tired I was. Odd. I wasn't tired earlier. I'm used to getting up at five and going straight from school to work. It must have been the mind shuffling. I guess I'm not used to that kind of mental strain.
"Uh, Mokuba, I'm going to go upstairs and rest awhile, okay?" I said, smiling a little weakly.
"Sure, Seto. I'll just be doing my science homework. I'll wait until later to do my math, because I'll need your help," he grinned. I nodded, and walked towards the stairs. This was the last time I could remember being this tired.
I looked at Seth. Yes, he looked just like me. The same soft brown hair cascaded into cerulean blue eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say I had been cloned.
"So, pretty similar?" Seth asked.
"Exact," I said breathlessly. I never would have thought that this could have happened. I had to admit that I thought that his Egyptian attire was fascinating. The royal-looking purple was very impressive.
"I like the outfit," I said, sounding a little sarcastic.
"You aren't exactly casual either," he said, raising an eyebrow at my trenchcoat. I didn't really need his opinion. Wait. He just . . .
"You can't read my mind when our spirits are separate, can you?!" I realized. I could learn to like this. It was nice to have breaks where I had my mind to myself every so often.
"No, I can't. You can't read mine, either," he stated. I could have figured that much out by myself.
"Look, I'm not going to have you insulting my intelligence!" I said, sounding tremendously indignant.
"Insulting your intelligence?!" he replied, equally disturbed. If there's one thing I can't stand, I just found out what it was. It was attempting to argue with someone just as smart as I was.
"Look, I don't want to fight with you," I said quite honestly. He agreed, obviously feeling the same way I did.
"You ought to tell your little brother about me," he said, breaking the ominous silence.
"I suppose so," I said, shutting down my PC. This day was too eventful to try to get a full work day in. I had programmed all my paperwork onto a compact disk for editing at home. Slipping this into my briefcase, I picked up the Millennium Rod. Before I knew it, Seth and I again shared a spirit. The whole switching thing was getting almost routine.
I left the office, locking the door behind me. I walked out to the parking lot. Of course, my car was one of the first on the row. As the CEO, I did have some rights. The car was an emerald green convertible, of which I was very proud. The sleek body glistened in the dimming late-afternoon sun.
Seth was actually fairly silent for the rest of the ride home. It was nice to be able to relax. I was a little bit flustered. It didn't help that I was meeting some powerful executives for lunch tomorrow. I still had a meeting to plan along with everything else.
Finally, I pulled up to a particularly large white mansion. Sliding a card through the digital reader on the gate's key pad, I punched in some numbers. The gates swung open. I parked the car in the garage and stepped out.
"Seto!" an excited voice shouted. I smiled. Mokuba, of course.
"You're home, big brother!" he said, running out to meet me. I hugged him.
"Yes, I'm glad to be home," I said. I walked with him to the living room.
"Did you test drive the new hand held duel system?" I asked him, curious about how the new invention had worked out. It was somewhat like a Gameboy, except for the fact that it allowed the player to duel with a hooked-up hologram projector. You earned cards as the game progressed.
"It was awesome!" he said. "I got a high score!"
"That's great," I smiled. "Is it too easy?"
"No, it was pretty hard to do," he said. That's good. I need to set in on a level that would be fairly complex, yet wouldn't be too challenging.
"Actually if you were challenged, I'd be more concerned that it was too hard." I smiled. He laughed.
"Good one, Seto."
It was great to have Mokuba for a brother. The time we spent together, however short, really was the highlight of my day. Sadly, I did have to get down to business. No more small talk. He deserved to know about Seth.
"Mokuba," I started a little hesitantly. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
"What?! Did you get a girlfriend?" he asked. Despite myself, I blushed. I wish that were true. I could hear Seth laugh.
"No, not this time. What I needed to tell you was, well, you know about Yugi and Yami, right?" There. That was a good way to start this conversation.
"Yeah. Yami is this ancient Pharaoh that kinda possesses Yugi through that puzzle that he wears around his neck. They duel together. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know that Yugi was going to meet me at KaibaCorp today, right?" This was a good approach. I started to pull the Millennium Rod out of the briefcase.
"Yeah," he said, obviously waiting for me to get to the point.
"Well, he gave me this," I said, taking the item out and showing it to him.
"Sweet!" He shouted. I handed it to him. He held it and looked it over.
"Seto, this has the same symbol that's on Yugi's puzzle," he observed. I assumed he would figure that out. He was a smart kid.
"Yeah, it does." I was just going to have to cut to the chase. I couldn't avoid the point for much longer. "Mokuba, to make a long story short, because of this item I now have an alter ego. Like Yami is to Yugi. Seth, the ancient Egyptian high priest, and I now share a mind."
I watched his eyes grow to the size of saucers, then dinner plates. This was the reaction I had expected. He would go from really freaked out to really excited. Just you wait.
"Whoa," he said, gazing at the item. Suddenly, his enormous eyes shrank back to normal size and filled with the usual mischief. What did I tell you?
"Can you mind shuffle?" he asked, handing it back to me.
"Well, I'll try. Don't expect much, though," I warned. This was going to be hard. I concentrated as hard as I could. Seth cooperated, and in moments I had gone from Seto to Seth and back again.
"Wow," Mokuba breathed, fascinated.
"You could tell a difference?" I asked him, amazed. Even if I was able to actually mind shuffle, I didn't expect him to be able to tell.
"Yeah. Your eyes got a little darker when you were Seth," he said, squinting a little. That was really unprecedented.
"I'm sure nobody else would be able to tell, though," he said, smiling reassuringly. Mokuba was one of a kind.
Suddenly, I realized how tired I was. Odd. I wasn't tired earlier. I'm used to getting up at five and going straight from school to work. It must have been the mind shuffling. I guess I'm not used to that kind of mental strain.
"Uh, Mokuba, I'm going to go upstairs and rest awhile, okay?" I said, smiling a little weakly.
"Sure, Seto. I'll just be doing my science homework. I'll wait until later to do my math, because I'll need your help," he grinned. I nodded, and walked towards the stairs. This was the last time I could remember being this tired.