YUGIOH

Hopeless Collisions

Narr: Special note. There is a momentary mention of religion in this chapter. Whatever is placed in the story, it does not mean that I share or believe one side or the other in any way....it's merely added into the story for the sake of affect, nothing more. It was not placed into the story to offend anyone's view of this topic, whatsoever.

Chapter 2.

It was barely a whisper, but Yugi caught it. He turned back, saying, "Kaiba...."

"He didn't deserve this." Kaiba said at a more audible level. The pain could clearly be heard in his voice, and his voice had quivered, having trouble controlling the hurt that coursed through him.

"No one ever deserves it." Yugi said, approaching his desk once again.

Kaiba still continued, actually allowing himself to talk a bit on it, which Yugi was glad about. Maybe he could still talk him into joining them. "I would have done anything for him....I would have gladly went in his place. Why couldn't I be there in time....why couldn't it have been me?"

"I....wouldn't have wanted that to happen to either of you, Kaiba. You did all you could. No one could have predicted what happened. But for the time he was around, you made sure his life was as happy as he could be. We have to believe that he is now in a better place, and he'll be meeting you again, someday." Yugi said, a few tears welling up in his eyes.

"Bullshit!" Kaiba hissed. "There is no afterlife. Such a belief are for fools who think they can wish up immortality in their fantasies, if they believe hard enough. I've always been a realist. The fact of the matter is, I suppose if I delude myself enough to think my brother is in the clouds surrounded by harps, and not six feet underground being nothing left but worm food, it might make me feel better. But that's not going to change the fact that he's six feet under, being nothing left but worm food."

Yugi paled at the horrible thought Kaiba was thrusting out in the open....how harsh. "I....I'm not going to tell you what to believe, if you don't want to believe it. I'm only...."

"....trying to show pity, I know." He turned back to his screen, adding, "You over-stayed your welcome, Yugi. Now....go."

Yugi sighed, saying, "If you change your mind, please give me a call." He then turned and left, knowing there was nothing else that could be said.

After Yugi left, Kaiba pulled out the bottle of alcohol and a shot glass he was practically living on since Mokuba's death, and poured himself a drink. He assumed the reason he talked to Yugi at all was probably because of the Vodka....which was one of the reasons he never drank before.

But now with Mokuba gone....his purpose to live on, his reason to stay strong, it was all gone. Which also meant, there was no longer a reason to stay sober, anymore. He had even considered suicide, but he refused to allow himself an easy out. Mokuba was dead, and he should have somehow found some way of preventing that from happening. He deserved worst than death. And what could possibly be worst, than a slow form of self-destruction from constant drinking, lack of food, and lack of sleep? It was the perfect punishment for his failure.

As he took another drink, he still tried to fathom why between the two of them, Mokuba was the first to go. Kaiba had truly believed that if anyone was going to die....it would have been him, first. All the things that happened in his life....the constant threats, the loss of his parents, the tortured childhood, being cast in the Shadow Realm, having his heart shattered, and even having his soul sucked into a card twice now....why did this happened to Mokuba? Mokuba was at the arcade, and there was some kind of gang-conflict that suddenly took place there. It wasn't a bad neighborhood....as Yugi said, no one could have predicted this, not Ishizu herself. One punk kid killed another punk kid, but one of the random gunshots hit Mokuba, and he went down. Just like that, Kaiba's whole life was taken away, and there was nothing he could have done about it. He couldn't even blame it on Kaiba Corp....for once, it had nothing to do with them.

He downed his glass, and poured another while trying not to think of the image of when he made it to the arcade, only to bare witness to his brother lying there, all ready dead and covered in blood.

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It was later into the night, and Kaiba was still there in his office. He had enough alcohol in him to be too drunk to drive, but not drunk enough to be passed out on the ground. He was still trying to work between the blurry vision, with the full shot glass sitting on the table and the bottle of vodka tucked away in his desk. After the fifth time of typing in the incorrect word, a video of his secretary popped up once again.

"Mr. Kaiba, there is someone here to see you." The evening secretary told him. They were all getting used to Kaiba's slow condition, but never dared to harp on him about it, knowing they might only get fired for trying.

"So, who is it this time?" He slurred, glad that he made sure he no longer had to talk to any business clients. He had in fact especially hired someone just to be his public relations for him, since he didn't feel he was capable of handling the job, anymore.

"Well sir, there is a....Mr. Pegasus here to see you." She said, sounding as surprised about it as Kaiba probably was. After all, Kaiba had not talked to the President of Industrial Illusions since the time he kidnapped his brother and sucked both their souls into cards.

Kaiba scowled at the name. 'He dare show up to see me, after what he did?' He thought. Yet, he re-considered what Pegasus did, and suddenly wondered if the man couldn't possibly suck his soul away again. "Send him up." Kaiba said, wondering if being trapped in a card forever would make an even more fitting punishment than he had originally thought up.

Narr: Next week will be the introduction of Maximillion Pegasus, and his reasons for being there. Don't miss it!