The wind had a chill that made Kaiba hunch his shoulders and stick his free hand in his pocket. The sun shown through the trees only slightly it wasn't dark however. The farthest tree Kaiba could see looked like it was painted in. The sounds of birds he had never heard before chipped happily. Or was it really fear. He wanted to go home. Feet felt even more like weights the longer he walked. He wanted to see Mokuba. He wanted to know if this was what he had in mind. Everything looked so grey, blue tinted, despite the woods being filled with all sorts of color. Dim to bright green, various shades of brown, mushrooms, small patches of wildflowers wherever the trees would permit enough light for them to not just exist but thrive: Nothing looked quite right. But, Kaiba supposed it must be just because he was in a country he had never been to. Normally this didn't affect the color of things.
As he plodded along, he tried to avoid the invisible sinkholes in the ground. He has already stepped in a couple, causing his socks to be drenched in muddied water. His feet felt like they were turning into raisins. Other parts of the ground were so dry, the twigs on the forest floor crackled easily beneath his weight.
When he thought saw the cabin, he wasn't sure if it was entirely real at first. It was so far away, he didn't want to feel like a fool, running towards something that wasn't there. Kaiba decided to stop and sit on a dry spot by a twisted and old hawthorn tree. Mindful of it's looming thorny branches, Kaiba touched it gently. He looked up at the contorted branches. Odd that it didn't seem to bother him that he could feel the tree's emotions. It was lonely too. He stood up, knees aching, feet throbbing. His curiosity caused him to gravitated away from the tree, and moved closer to the cabin. It was as if it was calling to him. Looked at the ground to see dead leave crunching beneath his feet. Strange because it was Spring.
The cabin had the charm of the old faerie stories Kaiba had read as a child. "What monstrous times; what horrible stories," Kaiba muttered. The red door looked older than the rest of the building. It's wood was wrought and ugly. Someone must have painted it to try and make it look better, Kaiba thought. It didn't work well. Kaiba traced a crack in the paint with his index finger. Resisted the urge to pick at it like a child. He looked at the ground and saw red poppies. Upon opening the door, he was amazed to see what was inside. Clean hardwood floors, a proper fireplace, a small glass table. On the glass table were freshly picked white calla lilies in a clear glass vase. Cautiously, Kaiba stepped over the threshold. He inspected every last corner. The bathroom looked to have plumbing. The small TV in the bedroom had cable. Any channel Kaiba could have possibly wanted to watch, or rather didn't want to watch was there for his entertainment. That is, if he wanted to watch television.
He turned quickly on his heel with the air of a annoyed tiger in a tiny cage. Kaiba went to the kitchen. The floor had white marble tiles, swirls of blue. Kaiba looked at the sink. He put his hand on the hot water knob and twisted it. A rush of water came out. Startled, Kaiba shut it off. He still heard the rush of the water. It played on the hidden strings of terror in his heart. First his briefcase dropped with a loud CRACK! Kaiba huddled on the floor. His bony knees endured the pain of his weight against the tiles. His hands pulled at the hair near his ears. Why was this happening...?
Suddenly, it stopped. Kaiba timidly lifted his head. Is it really over? He looked around the room wide eyed. Nothing more happened. He was fine. Something like this had never happened to him before. Always faced danger head on. Faced the death of each of his parents like a trooper when he was only a child; the worst fear of every child. Further, the rejection of his remaining family. Both he and his brother had their inheritance stolen and they were put into an orphanage to rot. Complete and utter abandonment. Kaiba got up to his feet and brushed himself off. He felt incredibly silly for freaking out over the sound of rushing water.
He opened one of the cupboards. It was chucked full with food. And not just any food. Food he loved to eat, like Batter Blasters: pancakes in a can. He felt the winds of comfort carry him to his happy place. On the counter there was a bowl of fruit. Kaiba grabbed a peach and quickly bit into it. He felt so hungry. The sweetness of the fruit overcame him. The juices flowed out the right side of his mouth. Sticky droplets fell to the floor.
Kaiba felt, for the first time since being trapped in the middle of nowhere, content with his surroundings. Looking out the window, he saw something quite radiant and beautiful. A white mare came out of the wood. She seemed to look at him with old all-knowing eyes. See right through him. How was he so sure of her gender? He just knew. She turned around and disappeared into the woods. His eyes narrowed, hoping to keep sight on her. But she was gone. He searched the cupboards for something and he found a bag of oats. He left the cabin and threw some oats in the wind. He heard it drop like rain.
He went back inside. He grabbed his briefcase which he had dropped in the kitchen. Kaiba placed himself firmly in the large comfortable chair at the desk. From his briefcase, he pulled out his laptop. His heart raced with excitement upon opening it up, turning on that power button, his fingers on the keys. His fingers pounded the keys. The keys felt so good. They gave him his much needed fix. He wrote about the mare. He thought of ways for her to inspire his next big game. People love horses.
He put his laptop to the side. He pulled out a piece of white paper from the drawer that seemed to be wished into existence by Seto Kaiba himself. He began to draw. Drew for hours. Careful to get the right shading. When he completed the drawing, he thought to himself, Something is missing. He got a splurge of inspiration so to speak. On her head, he drew a horn. A unicorn.