I have come once again to apologize for not updating for so much longer!
Flu relapse, traveling for Christmas . . . *sighs* Here's chapter eleven!
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I walked into school, expecting the worst. In fact, almost hoping for the worst. I deserved it. How could I have let that happen?
So what if I considered myself a freak? Didn't the rest of the world agree with me? Half of my mind insisted that he asked for it. Archrival or not, I would have beat up anybody who spoke to me like that, right?
'Ah, but it was Seth that beat him up, not you!' the other half insisted. I longed to trust this half. Sadly, though its message was the most true, the rest of the world wouldn't agree with me.
Serenity didn't know that Seth existed, which was as good as Seth not existing at all.
Speaking of my Yami, Seth and I currently weren't on speaking terms. It started when I insulted him quite creatively after the incident. I used some curses that I didn't even know the meaning of.
After a while he figured out that I wasn't interested in speaking to him. I don't think that he was particularly in the mood for a meaningful conversation either.
Moody and silent, we just ignored each other's existence. And for right now, that was good.
I walked towards the lockers. She was there, of course, pulling a few history books out of her locker.
"Hello," I said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flipped around.
"Hello Kaiba," she said coldly, pulling away. Kaiba? She had always called me Seto. She and Mokuba were really the only ones who called me by my first name anymore. I could never have imagined her looking at anyone quite the way that she looked at me.
"Tell me. What kind of man goes out with a girl one night and the next day, beats up her brother?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Someone like me," I replied ashamedly, staring at the ground.
"Oh, yes, someone like you. You just think you're so wonderful, and so perfect, you're too good for people like us!" she said, flipping her long auburn hair out of her eyes. Her face was beginning to turn red.
"I thought you knew me better than that," I said, looking up to face her. Her eyes widened.
"So did I!"
With those last words, she ran off to class. I stood there dumbfounded, staring after her. I really thought she'd try to understand. On the outside, I was prepared for her anger, but in my heart I really thought she'd at least try to understand.
Maybe that's just how close she and Joey were. She was prepared to leave everything she had behind to protect his honor. That was most admirable. I was afraid I wouldn't be that strong for Mokuba. What if I couldn't bring myself to do something like that?
I dismissed the thought. I'd die before I let anything happen to him. Besides, this wasn't about Mokuba, it was about Serenity.
I eventually walked off to class. There wasn't anything better to do. I was still numb from the way she had acted. This just wasn't fair at all.
I sat down at a desk in the back of the classroom and pulled out a laptop, mostly to look like I was accomplishing something. I ignored the buzz of excitement around me and took the spare moment.
Ignoring the unspoken vow of silence shared by Seth, I spoke.
"If it weren't for you, she'd still like me."
"If it weren't for me, she wouldn't know you existed."
I was taken aback for a moment. For all this time I had blamed him, when I really wouldn't have had her in the first place without his untimely interference.
"I suppose you're right."
I guess that was as good as an apology from me, anyway. The bitter mentality caused by that moment slowly subsided.
"I'm glad you decided to speak to me again," Seth said.
"Pleased that you decided to reply," I said wryly.
"So what you have to do now," Seth said, ignoring me as usual, "is to get back on her good side."
This was way too hard. I mean, I couldn't just sit back and let her fume and come to hate me so much that she'd ask someone else out. I sighed.
"Should I just lay low and wait for the opportune moment, or what?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes, maybe that's all you can do," Seth replied, nodding.
"You're serious?" I asked unbelievingly. "It may never come!"
"Got any better ideas?" he asked sardonically.
"Guess not," I replied.
"Fine then. Let's do just that."
~Surprisingly, the opportune moment came before either of us thought . . . ~
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I walked into school, expecting the worst. In fact, almost hoping for the worst. I deserved it. How could I have let that happen?
So what if I considered myself a freak? Didn't the rest of the world agree with me? Half of my mind insisted that he asked for it. Archrival or not, I would have beat up anybody who spoke to me like that, right?
'Ah, but it was Seth that beat him up, not you!' the other half insisted. I longed to trust this half. Sadly, though its message was the most true, the rest of the world wouldn't agree with me.
Serenity didn't know that Seth existed, which was as good as Seth not existing at all.
Speaking of my Yami, Seth and I currently weren't on speaking terms. It started when I insulted him quite creatively after the incident. I used some curses that I didn't even know the meaning of.
After a while he figured out that I wasn't interested in speaking to him. I don't think that he was particularly in the mood for a meaningful conversation either.
Moody and silent, we just ignored each other's existence. And for right now, that was good.
I walked towards the lockers. She was there, of course, pulling a few history books out of her locker.
"Hello," I said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flipped around.
"Hello Kaiba," she said coldly, pulling away. Kaiba? She had always called me Seto. She and Mokuba were really the only ones who called me by my first name anymore. I could never have imagined her looking at anyone quite the way that she looked at me.
"Tell me. What kind of man goes out with a girl one night and the next day, beats up her brother?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Someone like me," I replied ashamedly, staring at the ground.
"Oh, yes, someone like you. You just think you're so wonderful, and so perfect, you're too good for people like us!" she said, flipping her long auburn hair out of her eyes. Her face was beginning to turn red.
"I thought you knew me better than that," I said, looking up to face her. Her eyes widened.
"So did I!"
With those last words, she ran off to class. I stood there dumbfounded, staring after her. I really thought she'd try to understand. On the outside, I was prepared for her anger, but in my heart I really thought she'd at least try to understand.
Maybe that's just how close she and Joey were. She was prepared to leave everything she had behind to protect his honor. That was most admirable. I was afraid I wouldn't be that strong for Mokuba. What if I couldn't bring myself to do something like that?
I dismissed the thought. I'd die before I let anything happen to him. Besides, this wasn't about Mokuba, it was about Serenity.
I eventually walked off to class. There wasn't anything better to do. I was still numb from the way she had acted. This just wasn't fair at all.
I sat down at a desk in the back of the classroom and pulled out a laptop, mostly to look like I was accomplishing something. I ignored the buzz of excitement around me and took the spare moment.
Ignoring the unspoken vow of silence shared by Seth, I spoke.
"If it weren't for you, she'd still like me."
"If it weren't for me, she wouldn't know you existed."
I was taken aback for a moment. For all this time I had blamed him, when I really wouldn't have had her in the first place without his untimely interference.
"I suppose you're right."
I guess that was as good as an apology from me, anyway. The bitter mentality caused by that moment slowly subsided.
"I'm glad you decided to speak to me again," Seth said.
"Pleased that you decided to reply," I said wryly.
"So what you have to do now," Seth said, ignoring me as usual, "is to get back on her good side."
This was way too hard. I mean, I couldn't just sit back and let her fume and come to hate me so much that she'd ask someone else out. I sighed.
"Should I just lay low and wait for the opportune moment, or what?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes, maybe that's all you can do," Seth replied, nodding.
"You're serious?" I asked unbelievingly. "It may never come!"
"Got any better ideas?" he asked sardonically.
"Guess not," I replied.
"Fine then. Let's do just that."
~Surprisingly, the opportune moment came before either of us thought . . . ~