The mirror that normally lied to Seto, was reflecting something he liked at that moment. Though many ignorant people would call him vain, arrogant more often, the idea of looking at himself in the mirror for more than what it took to shave never appealed to him. He didn't need to shave right now. He didn't even know why he bothered to be in the bathroom. He didn't need to go, but strangely hadn't for some time. Everything felt normal. His hair hadn't been in disarray since he had been in Ireland. Not even in the morning after presumably tossing and turning all night. He then remembered how Mokuba used to call him a "kicker", never wanting to share a bed with him when they were young because he would always get hurt. Kaiba smiled. Both his heart and his face began to heat up. Memories like that were always the best.
In the kitchen Kaiba spotted the fruit bowl. He wanted an apple but he didn't take it. Instead, Kaiba took the healthy option. EZ Cheese directly in his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he snuck a good mouth full of that stuff but man did he ever love it. The salty taste and plastic texture were just heaven to his palate. He put his tongue to the roof of his mouth causing the cheese to squish and slowly fall down his throat. He felt so full and comfortable and yet, the bowl of fruit still taunted him. It frustrated him to want just one little apple but it wasn't something he wanted to relieve just yet. He wanted to make himself some pancakes (the kind from a can because he just liked how he could spray his food into the pan), but he couldn't bring his eyes away from the fruit bowl so long as he was in the kitchen. He had to leave.
Kaiba left the the cabin with a nice black peacoat. As he walked, he raised his legs up high, almost marching, to avoid getting his long feet caught up in the branches and from sinking into the mud that sucked at the heels of his shoes. He looked up at the sky, ravens cawed and maneuvered through the trees. The sun, bright and warm in the places where it was allowed to spill onto the forest floor. Ahead of him he saw the old Hawthorn tree he had first seen on his way to the cabin. Seto couldn't help tilting his head at it. He narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Snow covered the tree top. He rolled his eyes, Maybe it snowed last night during the four hours I was asleep, everything melted before I woke up and the hawthorn is too shaded to have gotten the snow to melt. Perfect sense.
He turned away from it and started walking away from it. He could feel calm now but was still picking up pace, adding a skip to his step. The tree that could defy reason was behind him. Flight could be felt with each step. Happiness? Perhaps. The rush was enough to cause him to jog in the most graceful fashion. However, his pace came to a sudden stop causing his body to lurch forward. That tree. That tree was ahead of him. The hawthorn stood lonely and proud. It was a different tree, Seto told himself. The weight transferred to his heels when he turned 90 degrees. I am now walking away from the cabin and the tree, he told himself.
To Kaiba's surprise, the cabin was now in front of him. He shook his head. This place was messing with him. He was sure he just simply miscalculated. He walked into the cabin and resigned himself to sitting on the couch. His temples hurt so he rubbed them. Migrains; he hadn't had them since he was a teen. The pain was overwhelming yet sharper in some areas than others. His vision blurred then refocused. The glass table taunted him with its light blue tint. It looked like water. The waves flowed after him. His eyes widened at the realization. His heart began to beat faster; his breath shallow. He grabbed his chest. The calla lilies on the table stared at him then waved, directing their confusing cruelty directly. They were telling him something. Words forming but it sounded like a person underwater. Opened his mouth only to have his mouth fill with water, putting pressure on his lungs. Seto couldn't breathe.
His eyes shot open and his body jolted him fully awake. He sat up immediately. Was that a dream? It had to be. Kaiba rubbed his eyes. Kaiba was certain that he must have just dozed off. He got up from the couch and went to the desk to sit in the big comfy office chair. The cool leather relaxed him. Some work would be relaxing.
After a few hours he shut his eyes and twilled in his chair. "I miss Mokuba... I wish my phone worked out here. He is probably worried." He paused to chew on his pen for a bit. "Maybe a few more hours- I might have this done." He looked at his unicorn in thee dimensions on his computer, rotating it to see if the outline had any errors. He stopped again. "Mokuba..." He put his head on his desk. He wanted to go home. When he was out here he felt as if he might be working without reason or purpose. Even if he knew back home he had his company. Who was to say anyone would really find him out here.
A twinge in his heart rendered the reality. Where was he really?
His phone rang on the glass coffee table. "But my phone doesn't work out here," he attempted to rationalize. Kaiba got up and got to his cell phone as quickly as possible. He squinted at the bright screen of the phone. Mokuba...?
A/N: Hey. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to go up. I hope it was worth the wait.