Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reawakening the Past ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Lightning flashed across the dark midnight sky. A lone mansion secluded in shrubbery that represents its owner. A single room is illuminated after each lightning bolt. The room is fairly empty except for a computer sitting on a desk, a wardrobe and a bed placed directly in front of the window. The occupant of the bed is sleeping deeply, taking deep, even breaths at each separate interval. He has chestnut brown hair with bangs that nearly cover the usually opened deep sapphire blue eyes which are normally filled with intensity, never missing a thing going on around them are now closed in much needed sleep from working endless hours running his company, Kaiba Corp. His slender form is covered by a thin, sleek, silk sheet. The sheet is suddenly kicked off his lean form, his shaking from side to side as if to throw off invisible demons that plague his very thoughts. A light sheen of sweat covers his entire body while his even breathing becomes erratic. A deep, husky voice from sleep starts to mumble pleas of "No!" And "Please stop!" The silence of the room is broken by a soul shattering scream of reappraisal from the rooms occupant as he tears himself from his inner torment. The one named Seto Kaiba blinks dazedly around at his surroundings to get his bearings "Oh, not again," he gasps out when he realises that it was just another nightmare "You would of thought I wouldn't let these dreams affect me this bad. What's past is past I shouldn't be able to remember this." He continues angrily. He gets out of his sweat soaked bed knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and looked at the alarm clock on his desk the red digits that seemed to flash tauntingly at him read 1:27 AM. He worked his way groggily to the bathroom and turned on the light. He squinted at the bright, painful glare for a few seconds and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His complexion which was hidden by the darkness in his room was ashen looking and he looked paler than normal, epecially when it was enunciated by the dark bags under his weary looking eyes. "Get a hold of yourself you weakling, the past can't hurt you." He whispered brokenly to his reflection but his words lacked any conviction in them.