Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Not This Time ❯ Realizations ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four – Realizations Seto’s POV   “What are you doing here?”   Yami just looks at me from the other side of my office, standing in the doorway. How did he get up here? My people are supposed to keep people like him out. Why is he just staring at me like that? Doesn’t he ever blink?   “Kaiba… 221; He says finally. “I need to speak to you.”   “I have no urge to speak to you,” I sneer. “Get out, before I have you removed.”   Those same crimson eyes, staring at me across the placid field.   I blink. Daydreams? As though my dreams weren’t bad enough… now I’m having them during the day?   “I’m not leaving, Kaiba. Not until I speak to you.” He takes a step closer, closing the door, and I stand up behind my desk. For some reason, I feel… fear. Why would I be afraid of him? He can’t hurt me. I’m seven inches taller than he is and outweigh him by a couple dozen pounds. I’m not even going to think about that ‘magic’ crap. I shouldn’t be afraid of him!   It must be my dreams… I dream of him killing me over and over, hundreds of different ways, different time periods… but I’m not going to think about that either. I just suppress the fear and face him silently.   “Kaiba… Seto….”   “Kaiba.” No one – no one – calls me ‘Seto’ except for Mokuba! Certainly not this mini-sized freak who obviously hates my guts.   “Seto, I need some answers.”   Circling closer to one another, katana at the ready.   I shake my head very slightly to clear the daydream away. Pay attention, Seto! “I have no answers for you. Leave.”   Does he have any respect for my authority at all? Obviously not, if he just ignores me like this… “Do you remember me?”   “What kind of baka question is that? Have you finally lost what little remained of your mind?”   He looks at me with those piercing red eyes. I don’t think he’s blinked once. “Think, Seto. Do you remember anything… strange? Anything that isn’t from this life?”   With a silent agreement, we attack simultaneously. I don’t want to fight him… I hate my lord for making me, and his for starting this whole feud. For deciding that it should be settled by a duel between the two best samurai. To the death. My death, I’m sure. It’s always my death… Every time, every life, I die because of him, and yet I love him. I’ve loved him for years. Finally, in this life, we found each other and were able to love each other, to actually be lovers… but I can’t disobey my lord. One of us must die.   I blink once. I am not, nor have I ever been, a samurai. “No.”   “You’re not being truthful, Kaiba.” His eyes seem to bore right through mine to see into my soul. Not that I have much of one.   “I don’t have any new memories, Yami. The very idea is laughable. I can’t remember something that never happened.”   Swords clang together again. No… I don’t want to fight my lover… my love… I HATE you for making me do this! I would that I could refuse…That I could refuse to fight him… But I can’t refuse… I HATE YOU!   “It happened, Seto.”   “I told you, it’s Kaiba!” Why does he get to me so much? It’s not really that important what he calls me… But it gets to me like nothing else, like no one else would if they called me Seto. God damn him…   “It happened. Try to remember.” He looks at me so piercingly… Blink, god damn you! Or better yet, get out; I don’t want to remember anything! I am just fine with my mind as it is!   I cannot refuse my lord… I cannot refuse to fight him… But I can refuse to draw this out, refuse to make it more painful than it has to be. I refuse to possibly hurt him in our fight, knowing the outcome anyway. I will do this on my own terms.   He attacks again, and I raise my sword as though to block it, but stop mid-motion. He sees what I’ve done a fraction of a second too late, and I see his eyes widen slightly just before I feel the cold metal of his blade pierce my chest. That’s the feel of destiny…A drop of my blood runs down his blade and manages to drip from the guard to his wrist. I stare at the blood, the same blood I’ve seen so many times… It’s easier than looking into his eyes.   “No…”   I look into his eyes. Tears. Always tears… “You knew it had to happen…” My voice is choked and quiet. No one can hear me but him…   “It didn’t have to end this way…” He always cries when it happens…He’s in denial. It did have to end this way, and we both knew it.   “Just…” I fall to my knees, off of the sword. Can’t stay up any longer…It actually hurts worse without the sword in me. I can’t die yet… he has to promise… “Just… find me…”   He kneels beside me. “Yes, you know I will.” He pulls me to him, and I do my best to hold onto him, but I’m so weak… “And it will-”   Shaking my head is even hard, but I manage it. “No, don’t say it. Don’t make that promise…”   He looks into my eyes. “It will be different.”   “Never…” My eyes slip closed. “Never different…”   “Never different…”   I open my eyes. I’m leaning against the desk, looking down at the smooth wood. Was that me? Did I just say that?   “You do remember.” I look up to find him standing in front of me. “I knew you remembered, Seto…”   I quickly fall backward, landing on the floor and pushing myself against the wall. “Stay away from me!”