Kaiba was sleepy. His head kept dropping forward every time the car went over a gentle bump, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, his eyelids stinging from exhaustion.
Another brutal day at the meeting table. He'd made a scummy deal with a food wholesaler to cater his company events at a bargain. Money saved…at their detriment. Not his problem.
He was in the business of making money.
This was the way his world worked.
This was his job…
There was a loud bang! and the car was jostled violently to the side. Kaiba jerked out of his thoughts to see that two cars had surrounded them on both sides, their side mirrors scraping roughly against the door as the hostile cars swerved into them, making the car shudder.
Frozen in shock, Kaiba barely registered that they were being ambushed when his security enveloped him and dragged him to the ground, shouting through the rapid, hollow thudding, which Kaiba realized… was gunfire against the side of the supposedly bullet-proof doors.
Supposedly, because his leg was stinging with a numbness as he lay on his side, his vision obscured by many pairs of legs, and Kaiba crept his hand down to touch the top of his thigh.
His fingers came away wet, followed by a sharp, metallic scent.
Great. Not bullet-proof enough.
The car braked heavily as it collided with something violently, and there was a deafening crash.
The wheels screeched, followed by the crunch of metal against glass, then the airbags along the side of the doors exploded in an instant, sending all the men tumbling down to the ground as they were knocked off their feet, their guns clattering against the door.
A sharp elbow landed painfully into Kaiba's side, and he let out a hiss, aiming to sit up, but the bodyguard restrained him frantically, "Stay down, Mr. Kaiba!"
Kaiba blinked, and a shower of glass cascaded down from above as bullets rained like hellfire upon him, sending stinging jolts of pain across his lower legs, stomach, and chest.
Horrified and unable to move, Kaiba wondered if this was the end.
He'd been shot multiple times in his lower body.
If he survived this, it would be a fucking miracle.
Someone really wanted him dead. His ears were ringing, and his body was weak.
He was bleeding out. Everything underneath his shoulder was a disgusting puddle of wetness, and the scent was horrific. He held his breath to avoid smelling it further.
Fuck.
This was it.
It sure felt like it.
The air was heavy and silent, making it hard to breathe.
His heart thundered in his ears as he listened.
Footsteps crunched up along the side of the car, and an arm reached through the broken window, the outline of a machine gun dark against the white contrast of the sky, and Kaiba's eyes widened in fear. H-Holy sh—
The barrel pointed directly down at him and let loose a spray of bullets.
Throwing his hands over his face, Kaiba grit his teeth and let out a silent yell of fury.
He was too fucking young to die like this! So undignified, being found shot to death in his own car?
I'm only 38! ...And one of the richest men on this planet! Kaiba raged, feeling himself sweat profusely as he waited to die.
Nothing.
He did hear someone wailing in the distance, so he lowered his arms, his vision blurring and stinging from smoke, coming from bright orange flames that were licking at the walls around him.
Rubbing his eyes furiously, Kaiba blinked again and glanced around, taking in the small square room that was crumbling underneath the sheets of fire before his eyes.
Oh cool.
He'd died.
This was hell.
Everything was on fire.
To further confirm that it was hell, a muscular shirtless man with curved pointed horns on his head burst into the flaming room, picking him up with one arm to carry him away so fast, Kaiba's head spun and his stomach swooped when his cheek was pressed against a sweaty shoulder that was covered with black dust from the fire.
The ground rushed underneath him as the man sprinted them out of the burning building.
Shrill wails of despair were growing louder around him, and Kaiba covered his ears furiously.
Hell sucked.
What was new?
Cries of the dammed?
He was set gently on the ground atop a woven blanket beside other children sporting ram horns, and Kaiba stared at them.
What was happening.
Why was he being grouped with these freaky demonic-looking infants?!
He glanced down at his own hands and was shocked to see that they were small and chubby with dark claws sprouting at the tips.
I'm…a fucking demon baby?! Kaiba reeled, and a larger hand sporting similar black claws came down atop his clenched fists, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
He jerked his head up to see his handsome demon savior with chiseled cheekbones giving him a pained smile.
The man looked like he was about to say something when a demon woman ran towards them, carrying an ax that looked freshly sharpened, and Kaiba realized they were about to be executed.
Double awesome. It went from being shot to death in his own car to being axed headless?! In a burning…village that looked like it might've been nice?
"Don't scare them so much Alfy, my little brother is already terrified." The handsome demon man addressed the demon woman gruffly, hovering his arm protectively in front of Kaiba's nose, so much that Kaiba nearly went cross-eyed staring at the man's thick forearm.
"This is how they'll survive among humans!" cried the deranged Alfy, who was holding the ax while grabbing onto the arm of the nearest child to pull her against her chest with desperation. "Even if it's only for a moment, at least they'll live long enough to get away! …Look at Auntie! Do you understand? We're going to survive, okay?! You will look more human without your horns! Please do this for Auntie Alfy, please?"
The little girl leaned into her chest, nodded, and obediently lowered her head.
Kaiba looked on in horror as the woman raised the ax shakily with one hand and sliced away the little girl's left horn.
It landed sadly in the grass at the edge of the blanket, and the girl's eyes went wide with terror as she reached for it and clutched the sharp fragment to her chest, her cheeks wet with despair as her mother hacked away the other horn with a grimace on her face.
"Good girl," the woman praised tearfully, giving her a hug and reaching for the next child. "Come here, boy! Yes, you, Iorghu! Come on. The humans are invading the outskirts already!"
A little boy with blue eyes and brown hair the same shade as his own was dragged into the woman's lap.
His head was bent down as the ax poised carefully over the base of the sharp, black demon horn, and Kaiba swallowed thinly as he tried to digest the scenes of horror before him.
The village was still burning around them, and people were rushing to and fro, carrying sacks of their belongings, others setting more children down on the blanket who began wailing and crying when they saw the first girl holding her horns.
Maybe it was a bad time to tell them he was a human…?
"You're going to be okay. You're my little stinker even without horns," the handsome demon man reassured him gently, and Kaiba couldn't move or blink as he watched the woman with the ax work her way down the line of children, getting closer to him on the blanket.
"You're gonna grow up to be a big kid," the demon man continued, leaning forward to give him a crushing hug. "You won't need your baby horns for now, right kid? It won't hurt at all…"
I don't know you! Get away from me! Kaiba cried anxiously as he really began to sweat.
The children who had lost their horns were eerily quiet, glancing down at the fragments in their laps with hollow, empty eyes, while the ones who still had them were crying louder than ever, splitting his eardrums.
At this rate, he was the only one who wasn't crying. Even the demon guy who was supposedly his older brother was crying, holding onto his hand so hard, it hurt, but Kaiba couldn't worry about that, because he was next in line.
The girl beside him wearing woven bracelets up her arm bent her head down, her shoulders shaking and trembling violently while she grit her teeth and dug her nails into her knees, drawing a stream of dark blood from her own skin as the woman above sliced the horn away and handed her the tips before going back to cut again.
Now, Kaiba was scared.
Whatever the fuck was happening right now was wrong.
They were…maiming the kids! Why?
So they could 'survive' when humans came rampaging through?
This wasn't survival, this was…torture!
Would these horns grow back?! Probably not, based on the way everyone was crying?!
If I was born with horns in this body, I should keep them, right?! Right?! Kaiba cried frantically to himself as his older brother gave him another firm nod.
N-No…! Kaiba tried to shake his head a fraction of an inch, but only felt something hot trail down the side of his face, and he realized he was crying too.
"Yes, come on now. Everyone has done it. You are last," the woman above him said gently, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Hurry. We can run farther the faster we do this."
Kaiba grit his teeth and lowered his head heavily, feeling the woman grab onto his horn and give it a firm tap. He felt no pain, but an odd jolt went through his body, and the fragment was handed to him, just like all the others, and Kaiba felt something leave his chest as the second sharp tip landed in his tiny palms.
Horrified, Kaiba couldn't stop staring at them, noting that it had curved ridges that went all the way down in a pretty pattern.
He finally understood why those other kids were so quiet.
It felt like he was staring at his own decapitated arm.
Tears were also making their way down his cheeks, but Kaiba was too numb to feel sadness.
It was too shocking.
Why were they being forced to blend in with humans?!
Why were humans attacking and burning their home?
Well, since I'm no longer human here, maybe I can keep them as a weapon? Kaiba thought desperately as he was yanked to his feet and herded through the empty field, with his older brother taking the lead and the woman following protectively from the back.
A few other parents came jogging up to join them, and their children clawed their way up into their arms, silently mourning.
Kaiba swallowed thinly and watched as more demon men surrounded them, looking haggard and exhausted, some sporting bloody gashes on their arms as they marched silently into the towering trees of the forest.
They were being run out of their home. Fine. Whatever. The humans could burn them out, but they were demons who could live through fire and brimstone or whatever, right? …R-Right?!
His older brother turned around to pick him up and put him on his shoulder, and Kaiba took a moment to study the demon man's features, admitting that they did look similar. He had light brown hair, cut in a shoulder-length bob, and he had pale skin that glistened under the bright white moon. His eyes were a light color too, maybe green or blue, so he clung harder to the man's neck with his chubby arms, understanding that if this was a chance at a second life, this demon man was his family.
Arriving in a burning village only to be maimed was a shitty start to a second life, but it was a chance nonetheless.
I'll take it, since I start over as a kid, Kaiba grumbled angrily, staring over the demon man's shoulder at the rows of other demon people behind him, all looking depressed, or angry and determined.
This was the entire village now.
The crowd marching behind them was large. Many women and children were clinging to each other while lugging heavy sacks full of their belongings, and the men that weren't carrying weapons were helping.
There was a rustle in the distance, and everyone froze in their tracks, fear etched in their faces as the sky lit up with shooting stars. Kaiba craned his neck upwards, marveling at the sight…right as the stars came barreling down towards them at breakneck speed, turning into sharp, threatening fireballs.
"Magic attack! Get the children! RUN!" Someone cried, and Kaiba's head spun as he was carted away through the woods with the wind whistling in his ears as he wondered if he'd heard that correctly.
Magic…attack?!
The trees were a gray blur, and other men carrying the children were running right alongside them, so Kaiba clung harder to his older brother, feeling them skidding to a halt, and he was set down gently on the ground. Grass and rocks surrounded him on all sides, and Kaiba hugged himself tightly, hating how a blade of grass was nearly as tall as he was.
The adults were having a whispered argument above his head while the other kids sniffled and pressed their hands to their eyes, trying their hardest not to make noise while crying.
"Hide the children… Where? …. They'll starve! … Send them to the nearest Elven Camp…disguise them as elves! …No! Elves hate us! They think we're barbaric … Well, they're our last resort! …. There's a dwarven town not far from here… No. I heard they were ambushed too…."
Elves? Dwarfs?! Kaiba looked up at his older brother questioningly, but no one was paying attention to him. Damn. It was a full-on fantasy world here, and his fantasy-speak was rusty.
And weren't demons supposed to be pretty powerful? Why were they acting like they couldn't turn around to fight the humans? Humans were weak… unless they weren't, in this world.
Kaiba glanced up at the towering adults again and heard them come to a consensus.
"Then take whoever you can and get as far away as you can. Set up camp and keep running until you get to the safe zone… Good idea… We'll die trying… They're our only hope…"
His older brother knelt down and gave him another tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. Kaiba tried not to lean away as his cheek tingled strangely, and his brother clamped his hands down atop his tiny shoulders, gazing into his eyes.
"We're going to be running for a long time," he said seriously, his eyes dark under the bright moonlight, and Kaiba stared into his face, wondering if their eyes were the same almond shape, because his own eyes used to look like this.
"You will run for as long as you can, and hide when I say so, okay?" His brother gave him a shake, and Kaiba nodded and nodded again. Yes. War. Running. Got it.
The necklace his brother was wearing was looped over his head, and the curved claw landed on his chest with a heavy thunk, and Kaiba curled his fingers into his horn fragments so tightly, his fingertips burned. A goodbye gift?
"For courage. It's my strength talisman," his brother beamed, giving him a clap on the back. "Didn't you say you always wanted a cool dragon's claw necklace like mine? Well now its yours. It'll help you run fast, okay?"
Kaiba nodded again, wondering why he couldn't speak.
Maybe his child-self was truly shocked into silence, because his heart was thundering in his chest as he watched the other parents kiss and hug their children too, and he couldn't shake the sinking feeling that they weren't all going to make it.
Where were the women and girls?
Everyone got split up in the chaos earlier.
This group was only men and boys.
"Okay, let's go!" His brother gave the other men commands, instructing them to strap weapons on to different parts of their bodies, and Kaiba blinked, understanding that his brother was a leader.
The sky lit up again, and Kaiba held his breath, bracing himself as his hand was gripped tightly, and he was running across the soppy, wet forest floor, following the other two children in front of him who were being tugged along by their fathers.
Blue flames crashed down into the trees around them, one narrowly missing his foot, and Kaiba took a larger leap, wondering if he really deserved this punishment.
This was a form of punishment, right? He'd been terrible in his past life, so this life was worse.
He'd better do some shit right this time around or he might really come back as a slug.
"Blue fire! Don't let it touch you!" Another man yelled from the front, and his voice hadn't finished echoing through the trees when he was struck down by a violent crackle, leaving nothing but a singing stream of black smoke where he'd been standing.
OKAY! I OFFICIALLY HATE THIS GAME! Kaiba cried, terror-stricken as he tripped over a thick branch and landed on his stomach with an oof!
He was picked up by the armpits, and his brother was running with him again through the trees. No one was behind them this time. They were all alone.
I'm human. This isn't happening. I'm human. This isn't happening, Kaiba chanted as his brother skidded to a halt by a grassy embankment, where hooded figures wearing thick metal collars around their necks raised their staffs with glowing orbs through the trees and chanted loudly, their voices making Kaiba's bones shake as they geared for another hailstorm of fire.
Oh fuck.
They'd been running backwards, or they'd been surrounded when they hadn't realized it.
"Survive for us, okay, stinker?" His brother whispered in his ear and then knelt to the ground, giving him a hard push down the grassy embankment just as the searing strips of light came crashing down from above, and Kaiba's shoulder hit a rock as he rolled down into the river below. He twisted his head around frantically, unable to stop staring at the silhouette of the demon man outlined on the bank above as he was struck with the blast.
The aftershock sent him tumbling back into the river, and bits of debris rained down around him, making hissing noises as it landed in the rushing water. The current dragged his waist downriver until his shirt snagged on a prickly branch of a bush, and that was where he stayed, hidden from sight and half-submerged on the pebbly shore while his body grew numb with disbelief.
This was…not happening….
This was a shitty dream, or a cool nightmare.
Maybe because he was comatose from being shot so much in his limo… and this was his coma fever dream.
Yeah. That had to be it.
Shivering, Kaiba grit his teeth when he heard rustling and footsteps on the bank above, and a voice called out coldly, "The purge was successful. Move out!"
Too stunned to form thoughts about what he'd just heard, Kaiba stayed motionless under the bush, shivering even though he didn't feel cold.
Well, now what?
This was humiliating and gross.
He shut his eyes and drifted off into the exhaustion that steadily consumed him from the bottoms of his aching feet to the tops of his dulled horns.
When he opened his eyes again, Kaiba was surprised to see that it was morning.
Light was shining cheerily in through the gaps of the branches, and a bird was trilling somewhere overhead, sounding nothing like a bird he was used to hearing. His stomach grumbled, and Kaiba curled his arms around himself, drawing his knees up to his chest to stare at the wet pebbles under his nose, wishing for death.
If this was a second life, it was shitty and he didn't want it.
He still felt hunger like a human. He still had arms and legs like a human, so why the violence?
It didn't matter. The only family he had in this place had been blasted away last night. There was no point in continuing. Starting over as a child sucked, even if he had managed to keep his adult brain. It just made everything a lot worse because he was hyper-aware.
There was rustling and splashing coming from the river, and Kaiba held his breath, listening intently. An animal?
No. A person? It sounded like…walking…. wading through the water.
And then lots of splashing as that someone caught something, and then humming… cheerful humming, followed by the crackle of a fire, and the scent of deliciously roasting fish.
Kaiba's stomach curled even harder, and he glared at the wet rocks underneath his nose, his cheeks stinging from the way he'd been laying on it, so he turned over angrily, trying not to smell it. He accidentally brushed his knees up against the low-hanging branch, making a splash as it landed back in the water, and he froze, praying the sound blended in with the rushing water and the wind, but no such luck.
The person roasting fish had heard him.
"Who's there?!" A deep voice rang out up and down the riverbank, and Kaiba grit his teeth in fury. God...dammit. Another evil fuck who wanted to kill demons probably.
I'm dead. Play dead. I'm dead, not worth fighting, Kaiba growled to himself as he shrank his tiny knees further up his chest, inadvertently making another splash when he lifted his feet out of the water, and he cursed. Damn it. Brain of an adult, but the actions of a child. He gripped his horn fragments tighter in his hands, wondering if he was even strong enough to fight.
"That's it. APPRAISE…!" The deep voice shouted, and Kaiba blinked rapidly as an icy cold settled over his body, followed by an inkling of fear. Another one of those hooded cloak humans who could rain magic fire? What the fuck was wrong with this universe? Everything was rigged.
"A…monster?!" The man whispered, and an eerie calm washed over the river as the water stopped rushing, and Kaiba's fear returned tenfold. Cool. Nice to be called a monster by someone who could control the river. Definitely a guy he didn't want to meet.
The bush above him rustled, and the voice above his head let out a surprised gasp, "…no, a child?!"
SHIT! Kaiba swallowed thinly and whipped his head around to glance up through the bush, his breath catching in his throat when he saw a beautiful man with a pretty, delicate face gazing curiously down at him with a pair of the dark, angular eyes full of wonder. He had wild spiky hair that blocked the light from above, and Kaiba winced when the man appeared to have a glowing halo.
O-oh.
Maybe not…so bad?
Or worse than bad, because he was pretty?
Was this spiky-haired guy an elf?
No, his ears were normal and rounded, like a human's.
Strong arms shot forward to lift him out of the bush, and Kaiba's head spun as the man's voice filled his ears, speaking a language he couldn't understand, but he could feel what the man was saying to him.
"A child! …You're hurt! Are you okay?!... Where are your parents?" The man peered into his face and gently brushed the hair away from his forehead, where a bloody lump was forming, and Kaiba winced, suddenly nauseous with grief and hunger. He fell onto his side and vomited a dark, inky black substance, and the man leapt to his feet in distress.
"Heal! H-Heal!" The man cried frantically, splashing water up on his body with shaking hands, washing away the inky black vomit while the water burned his thighs pleasantly.
Kaiba glanced glumly down at his arms, noticing the cuts and bruises vanishing instantly. Cool trick.
Spiky-haired guy made the water heal him.
"Let's see here… Can we figure out where you came from?" The stranger muttered, still spooning water over his already-healed arms and glancing down at the necklace. "Are you a baby d-dragon?...Did you fall? What is your clan's name? Which mountain range are you from? Northern?"
Kaiba grimaced and shook his head tightly. As if.
He wished he was a dragon right the fuck now.
That would be cool.
"Can you understand what I'm saying? What languages can you speak?"
The man continued to scan him, and Kaiba felt himself heat up self-consciously when dark, violet eyes landed on his tiny, clawed hands, still gripping his horn fragments, and the man gasped again, grabbing him by the wrists and holding his hands up gently, prying them apart to see the horns lying sadly in his palm.
"You're …a demon!" The spiky-haired man breathed as his eyes continued to widen prettily as he gave the child's head a gentle pat. "You must've survived the massacre last night! They cut your horns off! …You poor thing! Come here, let me heal that wound on your forehead…."
Kaiba winced in pain when he realized his fingers were so sore from gripping them, he must've held onto them all night and fallen asleep like that. Damn.
Flexing his fingers, Kaiba curled his claws protectively over his horns again, feeling a rush of sadness steadily climbing up his chest, and he willed himself not to throw up again as the spiky-haired man embraced him tightly and then sat him down in the water again, dripping wetness over his bangs to cure the cut on his forehead.
The throbbing pain between his eyes vanished, and Kaiba crept a hand up his face to touch the lump that had vanished.
Okay. This guy was not that bad.
"You know, I was hired to come by and clean up the blood using magic," the man continued darkly, his pretty features twisting with rage. "The humans who run this part of the district are disgusting."
Kaiba blinked and nodded, his heart swelling with agreement. YES.
They were violent and killed everyone he'd just met. Including his older brother who he'd known for all of five minutes.
"Don't worry. You've got me now. I'm a high-level mage. You may call me Yami," the man gave him a gentle pat on the head and helped him to his feet, leading him steadily to the edge of the water to sit him down on a dry rock.
"Getting along with humans is how we survive, but they're the real monsters. Don't let them call you otherwise." Yami was still talking, sounding incensed, and Kaiba half-listened. This high-level mage had called him a monster before even seeing him, so who was he to talk? Sure, he was being nice now, healing his wounds, but their differences were clear.
One hornless monster, one mage.
"Here. For your horns."
A small leather pouch was produced out of thin air and was placed on his lap. Kaiba stared at it before he picked it up slowly and tucked his fragments inside the pouch and clasped it tightly, still shaking from the stress. His tiny body wouldn't stop shaking for some reason, it was annoying.
Fear. It was fear.
His adult rational brain was telling him this man meant no harm, but his kid body was thoroughly traumatized.
"I'm scaring you. I'm sorry. Here… I'll give you something to eat," Yami said encouragingly, holding his hand out in a friendly gesture. "What's your name? Can you at least tell me your name? Or write it down for me?"
Kaiba took a deep breath and wondered if he could speak.
He hadn't heard his own voice yet.
What if he opened his mouth and fire came out?
He took another deep breath, trying to speak again.
"Seto." Kaiba heard himself say at last, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuck, his voice was whiny and high-pitched like a kid's, and there was a weird resonance to it.
"Okay, Seto. You can understand me, good…" Yami said anxiously, shuffling him over to the fire and sitting him down on a log that he raised out of the ground, and Kaiba couldn't hide his amazement. This mage guy could make shit appear out of thin air all the time. He needed to get used to it.
He perched himself on the log and a fish skewer was handed to him with a friendly smile.
"Eat up…!" Yami beamed, and he tried not to flinch when he saw a tiny, clawed hand reach for the fish and take it from him gently. I-Incredible! This was a real baby demon, and it was his first time seeing one up close. Fascinating.
Seto dipped his head down and ate silently, trying to ignore the fact that the fish had two heads and two spines that merged into a wide tail. Monster fish because he was living in a monster world. There was more meat on the bones because the fish had two heads, and his stomach gnarled even harder when he finished eating, so he eyed the second one longingly.
Yami handed it to him kindly and continued to watch him eat.
Seto could practically feel the mage emanating waves of pity, but he kept his head down and ignored it, chewing intently because his body was happy for the nourishment. When was the last time he'd eaten something? He didn't know.
Yami was sticking the last piece of fish into the fire, talking quietly, "You're an endangered species. You can grow up to be strong and powerful, you know? That's why humans fear you."
Still eating, Seto shrugged and set the clean bones aside, not really caring. He'd been a strong and powerful human. A lot of good that did him. He'd ended up shot to death on the floor of his car. All of his strength and power couldn't protect him then.
If someone wanted to kill him, and they tried hard enough, they could do it.
There was a tense silence.
Yami stared at the last piece of fish in his hands as he spoke up suddenly, "Can I help you? May I place a protection spell on you, Seto? I'm needed at the village this afternoon, so can you wait for me here until the job is done? I'll be your guardian. Do you have any family?"
Seto set the skewer down neatly beside the fire and shook his head glumly. Family? His one older brother who he barely knew had been killed in front of him last night….
"Is there anything I can bring you from the village? I'll steal it for you," Yami continued to ask in a heated rush, standing up and dragging his shoe in the dirt to draw symbols. "I'll try to find other survivors while I'm on my way there."
Nodding absently, Seto watched Yami draw a large circle around the log he was sitting on and kneel to place his palm against the ground, chanting quickly.
The wind stilled around them and the rustling of the leaves overhead stopped.
"1,000 paces north… 1,000 paces south … 1,000 east... 1,000 west," Yami was still staring at the ground where the dirt had come up to cover his hand, and the wind picked up again when he stood up to wash his hand in the river.
Seto sat very still on the log, wondering if he should get up, and he wasn't prepared for Yami to rush at him with another hug. Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Seto's breath caught in his chest as the mage's cloak was draped over his body, and the hood draped softly over his head, hiding his horn stubs.
"The magic circle gives you 1,000 steps in any direction, so you won't be bored. I'll be back before the first sun sets," Yami said quietly, pointing upwards at the two shining orbs in the sky, and Seto lifted his head to wince at the two suns, his disbelief rising. H-Holy fuck…
This place was some kind of real hell if there were two suns in the sky, what would summer feel like here? Was it summer now?!
Seto opened his mouth to ask, but Yami had turned on the spot and vanished.
Great.
He aimed his gaze back up at the sky, awed by the two suns. One was further away, merely a dot in the distance, and one looked like the sun he was used to seeing. Which one would set first? Fuck if he knew.
Seto subconsciously pulled the hood tighter down on his head, wondering which direction he should explore first. Or was it safer to stay put?
Author's note:
new storyyyyy! What do you guys think? Starts off a little rough (smol tear)