Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hot as Ice ❯ Sometimes Its Like looking in a mirror ( Chapter 1 )

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Hot as Ice

Note: Translations from http://babelfish.yahoo.com/translate_txt

STORY START

“Take that one, put him in another orphanage,” a tall man snarled glaring down at the three children, their inheritance now in his hands he had no use for the three and wanting to hurt his deceased brother all the more he was separating the twins. Sending the eldest twin to another country; putting him in a separate orphanage, to be picked up by another family.

“No! Seth!” his twin screamed as the pulled him away his baby brother crying in his arms. No, they couldn't loss him too, not after mama and papa died! his twin thought as he clutched the dark haired two year old to his chest as he was held back by another of their fathers family.

Four Years Later

(SETH)

“Seth! Enough!” his adopted mother screamed, though only twelve the boy was notably tall for his age, a beautiful specimen of humanity with his golden skin and large blue eyes.

“But!” he cried and she snapped “Enough, I am not going to hunt around another country to find your twin! You can do that when you're older!” she said. Sighing she brushed her hand through the boys soft, rustic brown hair as he stared up at her with those soulful, blue eyes. “Seth, you know there is a high chance he's been adopted and doesn't even remember you,” she said.

“But…” he whispered pained, “I want my brothers,” tears filling his blue gaze.

“I know…”

(SETO)

“Seto,” the man growled disapproval on his face and the boy looked up with cool blue eyes his fingers lightly tracing a pattern on the book before him. “Read the book, you stupid child, don't draw on it,” the man snarled and the boy pulled his hand away from the page those stunning eyes going back to the page.

“Read aloud,” the man commanded as a small, black haired boy walked in, his eyes shadowed as they found the man, his little chest rising and falling in fear as his grey blue eyes darted to his elder brother.

“Tentatives de théorie des jeux rectangulaires de capturer mathématiquement le comportement dans les situations stratégiques, dans lesquelles un individual' ; le succès de s en faisant des choix dépend des choix de d'autres. Tandis qu'au commencement développé pour analyser des concours dans lesquels individuel améliore à another' ; des dépenses de s il a été augmenté pour traiter une classe large des interactions, qui sont classifiées selon plusieurs critères,(1)” his brothers voice came, his use of French fluent and some how musical.

The man grunted as he turned cold eyes to the younger boy and said “Mokuba, come here,” his tone giving no room for refusal and the dark haired boy moved to his side quickly, so not to displease.

“Good boy, now Seto what is emotion? Who uses emotion?” the man asked as he ran a large, blunt fingered hand through the younger brothers hair, knowing his elder brother was watching, knowing that they feared he'd do to Mokuba what he did to Seto.

“Useless and for the weak,”

Six Years Later

(SETH)

Seth froze at the image on the huge billboard. The brunette man whose face was cold, his blue eyes empty as he pointed out of the image a small cocky smirk on his face, the caption asking “Do you have your Duel Disk yet?”

“Hay Mr!” a child called and Seth turned his head to look at the boy who had shaggy blond hair and too small grey eyes, he couldn't have been more than 12.

“Are you Kaiba Seto?” he asked his eyes wide with awe and hope.

“No, tell me, who is this Kaiba Seto?” Seth answered.

“Only the best game maker! And second best duellist in the world!” he said.

Pointing up at the billboard the boy said, “You look just like him!”.

“Yes, I noticed,” Seth said wondering if this Kaiba Seto was in fact his younger twin. After all this time could he have finally found the brothers he had lost, was little Mokuba with him or had he too been taken to another family?

“Tell me child, does Mr Kaiba have a younger brother?” Seth asked praying for an affirmative.

“Yeah,” the boy said slowly, “Why don't you know this?”

“I'm not from around here,” Seth said.

“But Kaiba is like world famous!”

“I lived most of my life in the desert, away from…the world,” Seth said.

“Oh,” the child said before saying “His brothers name is Mokuba, he goes to my school!”

“That's nice, run along now, and thank you, so very much,” Seth said looking back at the billboard.

I've found you both at last, my brothers.

……

Kaiba building was huge, around 80 stories, which was slightly intimidating for a man of Seths' up bringing. Walking inside he paused to read the building plan.

CEO Office: level 80.

Of cause, the big man had to have the top floor, he thought absenty as he made his way to the elevator, again mistaken for Mr Kaiba as workers greeted him with `good day Mr Kaibas' not realising that he was not the great man.

Who they all feared.

Seto had never been a scary person when they were children, not that he remembered anyway.

Introverted, quiet, scary smart yes but never mean or `scary' to those around him.

“Oh, Mr Kaiba,” a woman called rushing to the elevator. Leaning forward he held the doors open, just as his adoptive mother had taught him which caused her eyes to widen and she cautiously stepped in.

She went to speak but he held up his hand and said “Tell me in the office,” his tone inoffensive and soft. She blinked and fell silent, wondering silently what had made her boss suddenly polite and `warm' , nether of which Mr Kaiba was. A cold, harsh fish to be sure.

21, 22, 23, 24…67, 68, 69, 70…the numbers flickered until the thing dinged and the doors opened.

“Oh,” a woman behind a large black desk squeaked “I swear you just walked into your office Mr Kaiba,”

Grunting he moved forward and shoved the doors open, before stepping back to allow the woman with him into the large office.

“What is this!” a deep voice so like his own except for the tone snarled as a man dressed in all white looked up his chestnut hair falling in front of blue eyes that were empty and guarded.

“Oh my god,” the woman and the sectary both said in shock looking from their boss to his double who wore a pair of black pants and a white button up that set off his golden tan.

“Kaiba Seto?” Seth asked moving forward as a door off to the right opened and a small boy with a mop of black hair came in drying his hands on his top before he froze his eyes growing impossibly wide.

“Big brother?” he asked looking at Seto.

“Who the hell are you?” Seto demanded standing.

“Akanon Seth,” Seth introduced and those blue eyes so similar yet so strange.

“Seth,” the man whispered.

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(1) Tentatives de théorie des jeux rectangulaires de capturer mathématiquement le comportement dans les situations stratégiques, dans lesquelles un individual' ; le succès de s en faisant des choix dépend des choix de d'autres. Tandis qu'au commencement développé pour analyser des concours dans lesquels individuel améliore à another' ; des dépenses de s il a été augmenté pour traiter une classe large des interactions, qui sont classifiées selon plusieurs critères, means Game theory attempts to mathematically capture behavior in strategic situations, in which an individual's success in making choices depends on the choices of others. While initially developed to analyze competitions in which one individual does better at another's expense it has been expanded to treat a wide class of interactions, which are classified according to several criteria.