Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Brutal Immortality ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: It's been three hundred years since Battle City. Seto is lost and filled with anguish at the loss of his brother. But he will live on. For he is a creature so incomprehensible, that eternity is isn't even a match for him. A vampire…he feels lost and alone, but what happens when he meets up with a few people he didn't expect to see, so many centuries later?

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Brutal Immortality

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Sometime in 2072

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"Big brother…" rasped an old, dying Mokuba. He was eighty years old. Some might think he was talking to his brother's spirit, telling him he was on his way. For it Mokuba was old, and dying, Seto was long gone. But no. The brunette, yes, still brunette, stood, hovering, solemnly, over his little brother. Seto know this day would come. The day his brother would die, and he would be left alone. He didn't want to accept it, but on that fateful day. The day sixty-eight years ago when he was bitten, he knew he would live forever.

And that meant watching everyone he loved get ripped away from him.

He wasn't totally alone, yet, though. He still had Mokuba's daughter, Hanyou(can't imagine why Mokuba would name his daughter "half-demon"), to look after. But he knew, that she too, would die.

"Yes, Mokie?" The name was a mere whisper on his lips. Mokuba just smiled up at his brother, "Everything will be all right…things will get better…you'll see…"

With those final words, the heart monitor stopped beeping, and one long whining beep took it's place. Mokuba was gone.

Seto felt like he needed to cry. But he couldn't.

Vampires couldn't cry.

He couldn't cry.

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Present Day : 2304

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Seto opened his eyes as the memory ended. It was becoming more frequent. The memory, and the dreams that came with it. Seto felt guilty. Not only for giving up on Mokuba, but for losing his child. His only daughter. She had disappeared. She, too, looked older then Seto, considerably. But she was good into her forties when she had disappeared.

She comforted him, more then he took care of her. She was like the mother he'd never really had. Even though she was his niece.

Seto didn't know what to think anymore. So many tragedies. So many losses. Suddenly, Seto's mind drifted back to Battle City. Yuugi, and Yami, everyone. And Jou. The dog. The little barking chihuahua who never left Yuugi's side.

He wondered what had happened to them. He knew Shizuka had died. She was Mokuba's wife. He knew Honda and Otogi, and Mai and Anzu had all died too. He saw their names in the obituaries. But Yuugi, and Ryou, and Jou. They just sort of…vanished, into thin air. Just like Hanyou had.

Seto didn't know what to think of it. But he did know one thing. He was hungry. Time to go on the hunt.

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Michiko walked the streets. His tail was tucked firmly into a long coat that he wore over himself. His ears were covered by a hat.

They twitched beneath it, but he took no heed to it. He just continued to walk.

And then, it pounced. A creature that has rivaled Michiko's kind for years. Two sharp eye teeth pierced his neck, and then, he was dead.

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It was a few hours before Michiko's corpse was found. The woman who found it was not pleased.

"That's the forth this month," She murmured, his black tail, swaying, angrily.

The tallest young man with her blinked, "I don't understand? What's doing this?"

"A vampire," The woman said, "A vampire is doing this. No one else would go after only our kind. Vampires are our rivals. We have fought them for years. Fought them side by side with the weredog, or werewolf. But there is one in this city, who is killing our kind. Plucking us from the picture one by one…"

The other two young men bowed their heads, but the tallest looked fierce, "We have to find him. We have to find him and kill him."

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Seto wiped the blood from his mouth. Three centuries and he still hated the coppery taste of someone's life-fluid in his mouth. But he needed it. Needed it to survive. He didn't know why, but he felt he had to survive. He had to keep going. For Mokuba's sake. He couldn't just give up.

But the things he use to be so use to were gone to him. He couldn't taste anything, but the sickening copper of the blood he drank. Everything he touched was cold, and frigid. Thankfully, not everything he'd heard about vampires was true. Seto could go out during the day. And he worked. He worked at a small technical warehouse under the alias Seido Miyuko.

No one around here knew him, so he could get away with still looking like and being himself when he was functioning under the false name. But he did keep his trenchcoat (yes he still has one) wrapped tightly around him, the collar up around his neck and most of his face, when he roamed the streets during the day.

Speaking of the day, he had to get to a hotel, and clean up before the day started again. It was true, that working where he did gave him enough money to buy an apartment or small house, but he thought it safer to stay at hotels. In case he had any enemies, no one would ever be able to pinpoint a single location, because he always stayed in a different hotel, most of the time under his alias.

He pulled his coat tight around him as a cold wind blew past. It wasn't because it was cold to him. Only because it was there, and it made him feel uneasy. He scowled, deeply, and made his way up the street, where he saw the faint light of a motel sign. He'd stay there for a few days.

He made his way, slowly, to the hotel, and walked in quietly.

The man at the counter looked very uninterested in things around him, and just glanced at Seto from the corner of his eye when he came in.

"Whatcha want?" The man said. Seto smirked, knowing this man's awful truth. He was a robot. He was probably the graveyard shift robot, taking over the front desk when the owner turns in for the night.

"I need a room."

The man stood up, his finger touching a red blotch on glass counter in front of him. A glass rectangle revealed itself

"Sign this, and come `ere," The man's wrist seperated from the rest of his arm, and seemed to be connected by a hinge. A scanner came up from inside his arm. That confirmed Seto's suspicion. He was a robot.

Seto lifted his hand above the glass rectangle. He stroked his finger along the signature line that revealed itself on it, and on the line the name `Seido Miyuko' appeared. Seto pulled his trenchcoat off, and on his forearm, a bar code was revealed. The robot scanned it, and before Seto a holographic projection of his face, his alias, and all of the traits of his alias was revealed.

Name: Seido Miyuko

Age : 19

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 146 lbs

Serial Number: 1716838

Seto glared at the information. He did not like using a false identity. But he had to. To keep himself safe. To keep himself _private_.

The scanner retracted back into the man's arm, and he placed his hand over the glass rectangle. Seto's serial number appeared below his alias name, and then the man began to type away on what appeared to be a slanted glass slab in front of him. Each place his fingers would touch glowed, for a quick second, red.

"Place your hand there," the man said. An outline of a hand, glowing red, appeared on the glass rectangle, and Seto placed his hand on it. A weird sensation filled his hand, and shot up his arm, and then the man looked up at him.

"Room 21. And don't disturb the neighbors. It's past curfew." And the man turned away from Seto, and resumed looking bored.

Seto nodded, though he could care less if the man noticed or not. He carried himself, tiredly, to the room and placed his hand on the pad that sat next to the door. The pad scanned his hand, and the door slid open.

Seto blinked, as he looked at the surroundings before him. It was like most other motels he stayed at. One single full size bed. A bedside table with a lamp that was bolted down to it. It was like a motel room you could get in the 21st century. He supposed that not many people stayed in motels anymore so there was no reason to upgrade the rooms.

Seto smirked, bitterly, and threw his coat down on the floor, along with a small suitcase, before lying down in the bed. He supposed, he could get some sleep before he had to wake up in…

The clock read 1: 10 am

…four hours and twenty minutes. He turned over, and closed his eyes, sleep, slowly, claiming him.

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Seto woke up, at 5: 30, like he'd intended too, and climbed out of bed, before going over to the small suitcase and taking out a pair of clean clothes. He took a shower, and got dressed, and combed his hair into its usual style. Nothing much about him had changed. Nothing. In _three hundred_ years. Seto scowled at his reflection.

He grabbed his coat and wrapped it around himself, before walking out, and locking his room.

He walked past the owner, who was now there, and who smiled at him. Seto just nodded, and walked out.

He hailed a hover-cab, which whizzed past him. He growled, and hailed another. It whizzed past him again. He kept trying but none seemed to stop for him. He sighed, frustrated, and finally gave up.

"Fine, I'll walk," He grumbled, bitterly, before making his way through the six blocks he needed to go to make it to work.

When he arrived, ten minutes late because he had to walk, his boss came up to him. Now, Seto got very angry when his boss scolded him, because he was not use to having a boss.

"Seido! You're ten minutes late! Explain!" Mr. Kisushi

Seto just grunted, and pulled his coat off. He was the supervisor at that current warehouse, and had his own office. But he wasn't top dog, and that irked him to no end.

"Seido, I'm warning you! Now explain, or I'll suspend you," Kisushi threatened.

"I couldn't get a cab. I had to walk," Seto murmured, irritably.

Kisushi sighed, "Seido, that's the third time this week."

Seto closed his eyes, resting his chin against his folded hands. He had a lot more on his mind than that.

"Look, I don't care Seido, but the next time it happens, I'm firing you. Now get down into the warehouse," Kisushi said, before turning and leaving.

Seto glared, his blue eyes flaring. He couldn't help it. He could never help it. It always seemed that he never had control any more. And that's what made him the angriest. As a teenager, he had always had control over his life.

But now, it seemed, he didn't. And no matter how hard he grasped for control, it always seemed out of his reach. He growled, softly, pounding his fist against his desk, before he stood and made his way into the warehouse.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, as he checked on the productivity. He remembered the days when he'd go into Kyoto, where the main Kaiba Corp. warehouse was stationed. Everyone seemed to bow at his feet. People here acknowledged him, yes, but he wasn't top dog here. They didn't worship his every movement. They just…knew he was there.

He sighed. No control. He had no control.

"I hate it," He muttered to himself.

Another day. Another day in hell for Kaiba Seto.

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Seto returned to the motel that day, tired and craving blood. He wasn't even hungry, but he craved blood for some reason.

He needed blood. He needed it.

He screamed, as his eyeteeth grew, his blue eyes flickering to red.

He needed blood.

He opened the window, and climbed through. He had to hunt. He had to eat. He needed blood.

He _needed_ it.

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He never saw it coming. The poor inu-jin never saw it coming. He was just walking. Just walking, like his comrade Michiko, when the creature struck.

He struggled. He struggled, hard, to get away. But the creature was strong. As sharp eyeteeth pierced his skin, a low howl erupted from his throat. He needed help. Everything was blurry.

And then…darkness.

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Seto wiped the blood from his mouth. What had he done? He hadn't even been hungry. He felt sick. He'd drunk blood without needing it. He'd hurt an innocent person for no reason.

He slumped, before throwing up, the bodily function pushing up the deep, dark fluid from inside him. He looked at it, his breathing ragged.

And then, he looked at his prey, and his eyes, once again blue, widened in shock.

"It…it can't be…!"

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