He heard the school bell ring, distant and muffled as if it belonged to another dimension, another realm. She stood there staring, as if she had all the time in the world, eyes hollow, expressionless.
That wasn't Skyelaar, he knew it, he believed it. A hallucination maybe, a product of his wildest imagination, then again the world was riddled with blond green eyed girls, surely her resemblance was merely a coincidence.
A soft thump on his elbow painfully tore his gaze from hers.
His eyes traveled down to find a muddy soccer ball accompanied by shouts Kaiba found annoyingly familiar.
"Moneybags!" Joey Wheeler said extending his arms as if Kaiba was a long time friend he hadn't seen in years. Kaiba was quick to stand up, shuddering at the thought of Wheeler thinking he could loom over him.
Joey snickered and put his arms down sighing.
"Gee, you'd think old pals like you and me would wanna catch up na'? He said, a smug grin dancing on his features.
Kaiba glared his infamous glare, not finding the mutts 'jokes' funny. He looked down at the soccer ball and kicked it as hard as his body would let him, sending it all the way to the other side of the vast yard.
Joey stared after the ball, jaw almost to the floor. He turned back to look at Kaiba doing his best interpretation of the CEO's glare.
"Why you little..." He muttered, his face turning an unflattering shade of red.
Kaiba smirked, only making Joey madder.
"I swear, one of these days you're gonna get it. "He mumbled trotting after the ball as Kaiba reeled his thoughts back in.
His eyes hastily shifted back to the street, the blond now gone. The trees swayed to the rhythm of the wind and a few squirrels ran around underneath them, but other than that nothing. He sighed exhaustively and blamed the incident on his recent lack of sleep; he knew he wouldn't rest if he chose to believe otherwise.
He groaned for the hundredth time since he had walked into Kaiba Corp. The system was down and he urgently needed to send an accumulation of e-mails. It took everything in him not to slam his head against his desk repeatedly to end his suffering.
Why couldn't these morons do something right?
He saved the e-mails and shut off his computer, he would just have to find work elsewhere.
His slim fingers reached down for his suitcase, clicking the silver latches open. Instantly a collection of folders and documents sprang up as if competing for his attention. He shifted through the pile of folders until he found the one he was searching for, spilling its contents out on his desk.
The LeRouse case.
The case that had rumors flying throughout the company.
Rumors that not only threatened Kaiba's reputation but also the one of the company itself. Rumors about an inside job, frauds, betrayal. Suddenly the media speculated about whether Kaiba was losing touch, whether he truly knew who worked for him, who was on his team.
Kaiba knew he was skilled enough to not commit such a common mistake of trusting the wrong person, when it came to his company, his dynasty, he trusted no one.
His goal was to investigate enough about LeRouse to to prove he had stolen the money and, if possible, strip him off everything he owned just for insinuating Kaiba had taken the money himself, looking for an excuse to fire him.
He shifted through the pile of files, searching for nothing in particular.
The afternoon had slowly turned to night, the clouds parting only long enough to let the sun set and spread its orange spell over the city. The day had been a calm one for the most part, no saturation of meetings, no telephone ringing of its hinges, just e-mails. The blond had been shoved to the back of his mind, not wanting to distract him from taking Mokuba on an ice cream break.
They had gone to Mokuba's favorite place and talked about how things had been going lately. His younger brother's constant chatter saving Kaiba the effort to make conversation. Of course, their moment of fun had been short lived, common when dealing with a portion of Kaiba's time, resulting in him dropping Mokuba off at a friends house.
His eyes continued shifting through the files, focusing his attention on family portraits. Lance stood beside a woman who held a baby in her arms, the photograph clearly taken a few years back.
He skipped to the most recent ones, realization hitting him like a baseball in the pit of his stomach.
Lance LeRouse stood in the center, his arm around the same woman but years later, although the third person in the photograph was the very last person he expected to see.
In the middle of the two was a girl he knew all too well, feeling stupid for not having realized it before. The last name had sounded familiar but he deemed it unimportant, now he knew why.
Silver LeRouse was Lance LeRouse's only daughter.
As his eyes and fingers coordinated to dig deeper into the stack of files, his mind began brewing, concocting a plan that he knew had to be flawless.
She was back.
Her big head blocking Kaiba's view of the board, her outgrown curls masking the front of the room. He groaned, again, as he sat up and stretched his back as much as he could, leaning forward then sideways, it didn't help that Silver was nearly as tall as he was, but she seemed to move as much as he did as well. He rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair, deciding that whatever was on the board probably wasn't that important anyway.
An inward grin had made its way upon his mind as he replayed the plan he had concocted the night before.
It was simple really; he would confront Silver and command her with every droplet of slyness he could muster, to make her dad drop the law suit. He would wrap her mind around his finger until she truly believed it was in her best interest to heed Kaiba's orders. If all else failed, he would resort to threatening to take away everything her family owned, from the largest of estates to their personal vehicle.
The lunchtime bell rang, piercing the morning air. Kaiba waited as the hallways emptied, loitering beside his locker, waiting for her to show up, the sharp words piercing his tongue in anxiety.
She quickly turned round the corner of the hallway into clear view, she didn't seem to notice Kaiba's presence as she approached her locker, hands full with new textbooks and notebooks.
Just as her strained fingers had cracked the locker door open Kaiba's slick hand reached out and slammed it shut, the loud noise echoing off the walls of the empty hall.
Silver instantly jerked back, her lips parting into a surprised cry.
"Do you mind?" She said almost shouting, anger and confusion evident in her voice.
Kaiba's smirk instinctively faltered at her sudden fiery response.
Perhaps, this wasn't to be as easy as he thought.