Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Brother's Lament ❯ Fate ( Chapter 2 )

I can't believe in fate. End of discussion. That's why I have no qualms about throwing Yugi and company out on the streets every time they even try to set foot on Kaiba Corporation property when they come around trying to convert me-again. It's impressive the type of crap that people pass off as a belief system these days. I pride myself on being a man of logic. I believe that philosophy is only as good as the evidence you have to support it. Destiny lacks all things that would make it credible. It's irrational, why any sane person would believe in it is beyond me.

 

I can't believe in fate no matter how hard Yugi or Ishizu try to preach to me otherwise. I hate evangelists anyway, more like propagandists if you ask me.

 

For one thing how can I possibly believe in a destiny where I am fated to lose? I've read those goddamn texts everyone keeps talking about. I don't know how, but I did. I've also been hallucinating again. I feel things; I see things as if they were real, just like in Battlecity. I have felt his emotions, seen what he saw, the one they call Priest Seth. But regardless of how I know this, the point remains that Yugi and I are not destined to fight forever; we're not even rivals. I am the one who is supposed to lose.

 

I can't accept that. I won't accept that. That is my championship title that he is holding right now. That is my title that I shall take from him again. One happy day he will be stripped of that championship, he will be humiliated. The crowds that once adored him will turn on him. Fickle, aren't they? And I am just that type of guy who'll do it; I am just that nice. I will win. I will not lose again just like that damned tablet says. I will prove destiny wrong, to prove that it doesn't even exist.

 

It won't be the first time I change my own destiny. Even before my duel with Ishizu…

 

After our parents died and after our relatives had gotten what they wanted from us (our inheritance) Mokuba and I were sent to the orphanage. Just another sad story of two kids that fell through the cracks of the system. If no one adopted us (and that was a possibility) we would have undeniably wandered in and out of foster homes until I became 18 and then-

 

I don't even want to think about that. The thought of leaving Mokuba alone in that place is unbearable.

 

Until that day when Gozaburo showed up. I was a poor ten year old boy up against a world champion. I should have lost. If destiny had had its way I would have lost and stayed at that orphanage. Who knows, maybe one day we would have been adopted… But that was a risk I was not willing to take. I made the decision for the both of us. I changed everything. Not destiny, not stupid luck.

 

For better or for worse I changed it. I changed our destinies. I even changed myself. For better or for worse….

 

But so did Mokuba. For the better. He has been granted a world of opportunities never before available to him at the orphanage. And that is worth everything. He can be whatever he wants to be, his future is just that bright. I know he feels obligated to work at Kaiba Corp. but he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to. I've seen him around other people; he genuinely cares and he's smart too, maybe he could be a doctor.

 

But in my supposed past, if I am really am this Priest Seth, where's Mokuba? He's not there. He doesn't exist in this little past life Yugi and Ishizu keep talking about.

 

I can't accept that. I won't accept that. Period.

 

But there is one thing that makes me want to change my mind sometimes. Her. Kisara. I have felt what he felt, for her. He really loved her. I wanted to believe that people like her existed, that maybe people like her still do exist. But she died, for him. Why? Why did she do it, why did it even have to come that? Yugi keeps ranting on how history is supposed to repeat itself. I have thought about that possibility; of maybe there is some truth behind fate. I have to accept all possibilities no matter how improbable. That maybe one day she'll come back, that maybe I'll finally meet her... But history says she is to die.

 

Then I sincerely hope we never meet. If she is out there somewhere reincarnated, I hope our paths never cross. I will have no one else I care about die, especially for me.

 

I can't accept that. I won't accept that. Period. Fate is illogical. And I refuse to believe in it.