Epilogue
PRESENT DAY
We are two little fragments in the open galaxy
Hand-in-hand, flesh-to-flesh.
In the daylight when the first morning warmth greet your face,
I will be there sitting beside your unruly bed.
STEPPING DOWN FROM THE BLACK LIMO, THE CEO PUT HIS SILVER LEATHER TRENCH COAT BACK on, covering his fine Hugo Boss white shirt. He held a fine leather briefcase in his right hand, a Marlboro cigarette dangled between his left index and middle fingers.
Before him was the same building—an elegant shape of gigantic twisted heaps of glass-and-stell—with a gigantic corporation logo made of platinum marked the credibility of his richness—his might—his ability to lead, control, and empower his people, leading the company as Japan's one of its finest.
Despite the building's grandiosity and severe arrogance—which, according to his employees somehow resembled the young CEO's aloofness—its spell could no longer affect the fine man's stern expression. He was a secluded world in his own—a city hanging in the sky—an ancient citadel in the middle of a laguna—he was someone almost untouchable, and a bit hard to talk to.
A short raven-haired boy ran toward him and the young man dumped his cigarette, in his face suddenly bloomed an unexpectable smile. As the boy leaped into his embrace, he young man patted his brother's head—"Mokuba!"—but then the smile vanished from his face as he saw a group of funky youngsters went out of the steel-and-glass main gate following the little boy.
He put Mokuba down on his side, and his face switched back into its severe state, "What are you people doing here?"
A raven-haired man whose age was about sixteen—his hair dyed in red and blond, somehow resembled the engraved figure of Pharaoh Atem he'd seen in the museum earlier this day—clad in an oversized white shirt, leather pants, and strappy black calfskin boots was about to answer when Mokuba halted—
"No, no—big brother, I carried them here and gave them their passes to see the recent developments of our favorite Blue Eyes White Dragon!" were the speaker not Mokuba, his beloved little brother, he'd already commanded him to be staked to death.
"I'm outta here, fellas. Big boss is pissed," a man with shoulder-length jet-black hair tied in a ponytail with a long dice-shaped earring shrugged, laughed, and nudged the elbow of the cute Japanese man whose hair had been dyed entirely blond beside him. The cute man laughed along with the man with the earring. The young CEO smiled sarcastically and mocked the "corny green blazer", leaving the cuter one of the two stunned in distaste.
"You cold-hearted rich shit."
"See, Jounouchi? I told you the blazer is damn ugly!" the man with the earring laughed, but it didn't take long because his handphone rang— Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" was playing as the ringtone—which he quickly answered with a totally different manly tone for the benefit of the caller. Soon after the call ended, the man stood upright and mouthed everybody—including the stern-looking young CEO—with his eyes glittering and his cheeks flushed red, "she will be here soon.
"She will be here soon—oh shit!" he tidied his hair and his striped leather vest.
Jounouchi, the cute Japanese man, rolled his eyes and answered mockingly, "Yeah, yeah, Ryuji—like she's going to be interested in you."
Soon after a momentary silence a white sedan pulled over, and a stunning Japanese woman with long, well-nourished dark brown hair stepped out of the car, leaving Ryuji and several strangers stunned as she slammed the door. Her facial features resembled Jounouchi's fine features, only in the more feminine version. Her silk-and-lace floral-patterened—of gorgeous shades of gray, white, black, and light purple—dress looked perfect combined with a pair of slouchy black, heelless motorcycle boots, and a stack of silver-and-leather bracelets around her slim wrist.
"Hi there, sister!" Jounouchi waved at her, and she waved back. It was obvious that she was eyeing the young CEO from the corner of her eyes.
"Who's that charming man over there?" she asked Jounouchi in a low voice, and he looked obviously displeased with the question—"Oh, please!" he groaned, rolling his eyes—"just asking!" she replied with a smile.
"He's Seto Kaiba, man—everybody knows him. The century's biggest jerk."
"I heard you!" Mokuba laughed, jokingly, but his brother remained still, although the admiration between him and the newly-arrived stranger was mutual.
Quickly, the beautiful woman walked toward the man with the fine trench coat and offered her hand, "Kaiba, I'm so glad meeting you! I'm Shizuka Kawai—just arrived from New York after a major eye surgery."
"Pleased to meet you too," he greeted her stern-faced, as if she was his newest bussiness partner instead of an attractive young woman who had nothing to do with Kaiba Corporation.
"Why do you have to look so stern?" she asked, playfully. Her long hair fell perfectly beside her porcelain-skinned oriental face, and on her bare, bony right shoulder, "what's wrong with a bit of smile, or probably, a laughter?"
Seto Kaiba made a half-smile and singled out the woman, "I believe they're signs of weakness."
"Then comedians are all weak, they probably need help," Shizuka shot him a stare; there were obvious sparks flying between their eyes, "and—the newborn babies are, too! Because they all laugh when their mothers tickle their soft flesh!"
He chuckled lightly, leaving everyone—including Mokuba and Jounouchi—stunned in shock, and even more paralyzed as he offered Shizuka his hand, "Care for a lunch?"
THE END
Note :
Sorry, it's been a long time since I've last updated it. Now that I finally remember that the story is incomplete, I'm posting this long-forgotten last chapter to make it complete.
This one's been completed since a long time ago (probably September last year) and just been posted now. So sorry once again.
Hope you guys enjoy the epilogue!