Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shadowy Rain ❯ Meeting in the Park ( Chapter 1 )

"Shadowy Rain"

~ YamiCrystalline

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh ( unfortunately)

Rating: PG for a few curse words

Genre: hmm…character thoughts/ analysis? *shrugs* A little angst I guess

Summary: Seto is thinking about his life while sitting in the rain; when a strange girl comes by and gives him a bit of advice. Somewhat pointless. Mostly a take on me doing a 'Seto thinks about his life' fic.

The rain pelted his face like thousands of miniature glass shards, cutting into his smooth, ivory skin like knives. His thick hair, damp from being out in the rain for so long, clung to him like a second skin.

How had it all come to this?

He had done nothing wrong…

He could not help how he was, how he was raised and taught to act.

So he did not wear his heart on his sleeve for the world to see; his emotions were not an open storybook - just like his life was a mystical fog to everyone except his brother.

…or it was, until Noa had revealed everything.

They were constantly reaching out to him, spouting encouragement and wishing to be his friend, despite the troubles he had caused them before, despite what his adoptive father had done-

Despite what they were trying to do, he could not take their offer of friendship. He could not become one of their 'gang' their friends. They would not 'meld' together.

As it was, Mouto Yuugi and his friends were fine with or without him; why did they pretend to care?

Not that Kaiba Seto needed anyone to care.

Not about him.

For many long days and even longer nights, he had tried to convince himself - and almost succeeded - that they were pretending to care about him because of Mokuba

Yes; they only offered their support to him for Mokuba's sake. Sure, Mokuba could get along with anyone. He did not have to be the way Seto was; Mokuba could say what he pleased and acted as he wished. Mokuba could have friends, could have a life beyond Kaiba Corporation…

How long had he been in the rain?

Thunder boomed overhead, temporarily lighting the sky with white light. In an odd sense, it was a piercing light in the darkness - a strange sense of hope in the unending battle of nature.

Yes, Kaiba Corporation and dueling was the life of Kaiba Seto - there was no teenage boy hiding behind sapphire glass eyes, longing for someone who truly understood. Kaiba Seto, the multibillionaire of one of the worlds leading game industries; Kaiba Seto, the worlds top duelist; Kaiba Seto, rival of Mouto Yuugi, a virtual unknown who beat the world champion by drawing Exodia.

Was this all there was to him? A world figure?

Winner?

Or loser?

Perhaps a bit of both, if one looked at it right. A winner, because he had a station in life millions of people only dream of - many have muttered how he was lucky; the money and company was handed to him on a silver platter, that he had never truly worked a day in his life.

Cold, deceptive, heartless - a machine. So were a few of the words countless dueling opponents had muttered, a few choice words Yuugi's friends Jounouchi and Mizaki.

Hmph - so if he was a cold heartless bastard, why did he care if anyone called him pathetic names? Especially the make inu and his little tomboy friend.

The term 'friends' was a pretense to him - 'friends' were never forever and true; they stayed close as long as they held some speck of interest for you, then moved on to find others in life. 'Friends' to Kaiba Seto, meant fake smiles and false cheerfulness to get you to sign a contract to work on a new project. 'Friends' was NOT was Mouto and his group of cheerleaders preached to him every time there was a tough situation on hand.

Catching the sigh in his throat without releasing it, Kaiba Seto - strong willed, independent, invincible Seto - stood from his soaked bench seat and slowly walked through the park, watching how the rain, still heavy, pelted everything from the trees to the sidewalk, washed everything clean.

As if giving the world new life.

He didn't feel as if he had new life.

He was still stuck in this dreary, lonely, isolated life.

With the exception of Mokuba, of course.

His hand reached inside his pants pocket, pressing a single button for his limo to come and pick him up. He had not meant to be out this long.

Mokuba would worry.

Besides, he had a company to run, a brother to raise, and school to worry about.

Not that the former had any difficulty, and he loved his brother.

"Are you always out in the rain, or is it a common thing here in Japan?" A voice spoke from behind him, sharp and a tad cocky, still holding the bit that confirmed the speaker was female.

Turning, Kaiba glared with narrowed eyes at the girl. Her Japanese was clumsy, confessing straight off that she was not a native. European, perhaps. Possibly American.

"What do you want?"

Clothed in baggy tie-dyed T shirt and faded old jeans, she looked horribly plain with her waist length black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her skin was dotted with freckles and sun spots - must like outdoors.

Nonchalantly, she shrugged. " Just an answer - do you always sit out in the park during a thunderstorm?"

"No."

"So why today?"

Kaiba barely resisted a growl at this blue eyed annoyance - what right did she have for butting into her business?

"Usually you only sit out in the rain if you're depressed - or homeless, but looking at your clothes, you could hardly be that." She rambled, letting Seto buy some time to decide if he wanted to answer her or blow her off - which seemed like the most likely answer.

"I am not depressed."

She blinked at him a couple times, then gave a wide, fanged grin.

Fangs??

He must have spoken aloud, because she was talking again.

"Nyah - they're just longer than usual. Sorry, no vampire here!"

Ugh…she was to hyper for his liking. Why won't she go away?

He looked down at her - she must have been no taller than Jounouchi's little sister - willing her to go away. "You're bothering me. Go away."

"Aww…" she pouted, an attempt to look cute, " you looked like you could use someone to talk to - friends you usually trust to much to go to them with certain problems, because sometimes the problems are about the 'friends'."

Damn - why won't she go away?

Glaring again, he spoke once more; his limo was coming.

"I don't need friends; and I certainly don't need to talk to some girl who stumbles over her Japanese. If you will excuse me." It was more of a statement than a request; Kaiba not caring if the girl wanted to talk or not.

Again, she shrugged, looking as if she didn't care what he did. "Okay, it's your call - but if you wish to know, Kaiba Seto, you shouldn't push everyone away. Your little brother won't be around forever, and then you'll have no one."

The ends of her statement reached him as he began to close the door of his limo. At first, he didn't listen, and just told the driver to get going.

On a sudden impulse, he turned to look back at the park entrance where the pesky girl was.

…she was gone.

Had she even been there to begin with?

Hmph - what would she know anyway? He had always been pretty much alone - save his brother - it was not as if he was losing anything.

Stupid tourists. That's all she probably was.

~Owari~

Authoress Notes: Yes, pointless, and I wrote this in a bad, angry mood. *shrugs* for all that it took me maybe 30 minutes ( off and on over a span of maybe 2 hours ) I actually kind of like this. As for the girl, whom never gives her name, is an OC char of mine. Yes; I should get back to writing "Yuugi, Meet Mary" and "Ties that Bind". Hmm…no, I have no idea why I titled this 'Shadowy Rain' either. It just sort of fit.

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*make inu = pathetic dog. Seto's nickname for Jounouchi.