It was passed the hours of twilight outside and Kaiba was sat on the edge of his bed. He hadn't looked at the photo for days now and guilt was beginning to creep up on him. In his plot for revenge he'd forgotten him, he'd forgotten everything they had and were going to be. The memories cut through his mind and burned his eyes as he looked over to the frame that was turned away from him.
Revenge on Jounouchi wouldn't bring him back.
Nothing would.
He knew that more than anyone, after so many sleepless nights and painful days. He wouldn't come back. He pulled himself to his feet and slouched over to the frame and picked it up. He held it delicately in his hands like the thinnest sheet of glass. He examined the eyes that stared back, those eyes he'd never gaze into again. He felt himself choking and placed the frame back on the desk.
Jounouchi didn't kill him, but he'd pay for it anyway.
Clutching the desk he dragged himself to the front side of the desk and pulled on the top right hand drawer. It opened with an easy slide and he stared for a moment at the papers piled up inside. He let his finger drift across them for a moment, his heart pounding. He pulled the papers out and placed them squarely on the oak desk. He pressed the front edge of the bottom panel with two fingers and watched the back pop up. Slowly he lifted it out. Was he ready to use this? He swallowed. Placing the panel besides the papers he pulled up the item contained beneath.
Inside was a black diamond and platinum plated 1995 Desert Eagle Mark XIX. 10 inch barrel. .50 cal. 6 rounds. It was one of a kind. A gift to the late Gozaburo when Kaiba corp. was still a weapons manufacturer. It wasn't the best weapon in the arsenal, but it looked good and it'd do the job. Six rounds. That would be more than enough.
He twisted it in his hands and pressed his fingers against the surface. It was icy and rigid. Heavy in his hands. Gently he placed it on the desktop before replacing all the previous content. He felt an emotionless smile creep across his face. It wouldn't be long now until he'd hear the gentle click of the gun and he'd be done away with Jounouchi and all the guilt of his past, all the torment. He let his fingers brush over the weapon as he headed back to his bed, this time pulling himself under the sheets.
The night was long and sleep didn't come easily. The brunet spent all night in bed with the thoughts of his future act plaguing his mind like a living dream. He saw ghosts wander passed his bed and slip into the sheets with him and vanish before he could touch them to ensure their reality. They came and went all night. He came and went all night, his eyes burning through Seto, craving the justice he deserved.
When sleep finally came it was dark, dreamless and lonely and the only pleasantness in it was the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. Kaiba flipped the pillow onto the cold side and let himself drift away. Tomorrow, it would end.
The alarm buzzed louder than usual and the air echoed with singing birds. Everything was shrill and the light was blinding. As he rolled out of bed, Kaiba kicked the empty bottle of Bourbon under the bed and pulled the curtains opened.
Something glinted on the desk, casting ribbons of circular light across the room. The Eagle. His eye fell on it for a moment and he felt last nights rush come back. His heart danced in his chest and his blood boiled in his veins. He smirked. Tearing himself a way he headed to the bathroom to prepare himself for the day. It was going to be a long one, but it would defiantly be one of the most satisfying.
Once dried and dressed, Kaiba found himself sitting at the table in his kitchen drinking espresso and reading the newspaper. Headlines droned on about violence in teenagers and celebrity affairs, none of which he cared much for at that time. He didn't bother to check the stocks, as he'd have been notified of anything major. Draining the cup he headed toward the door and collected his briefcase. Before he left he opened it a crack and checked the contents. Feeling content he clipped it shut and headed to the ready waiting limo.
The day was about to begin…
So here's another chapter. Short again but I'm trying to post more often like I used to. I have a bit more free time (new job) but that seems to give me less free time (housework) but I seem to be staying up to write now (it's half 2 in the morning)
Yes, this is still a puppyshipping thing but I do like to be dramatic lol.
The 12 days of Christmas from last year will resume from where it left off if anyone wants to send their own suggestions, please PM me.
Anyway, I hope you like it,
Please
R&R
much love
AB
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