Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stranger ❯ Seto Kaiba ( One-Shot )

"Seto…"


That innocent and weak voice. Seto suddenly remembers this familiar, similar and strange young voice.

"Mom…dad…"

It changes. Changes, he has been trained cruelly to be a CEO for this big company. A miracle, he's only 16 but already a wealthy CEO. But, does it matter? Does it? There are no hopes in his life, no dreams. So young, so strange. He has a better quality life, but his soul is bitter.

"No." He told himself. "No. Mokuba can't grow up like me."

He has the duty. After all, Mokuba is his brother, the only relation he has left. The only promise he can use to comfort his dead soul. Sometimes, he wonders if he can keep the promise any longer. It's hard.

Thinking about all the things that he has gone through, he has had enough of the 'real world.' But, he can't forget life and think about death. He has to live, as for Mokuba. Seto smiles bitterly again. Live, live for a soul other than yours.

"Mokuba…"

He can't be weak. He has the responsibility to be strong. He has had seen so many examples of weaklings. His mom - too weak to handle the birth of Mokuba, died. His dad - too weak to handle the stress of losing his beloved wife, died in a car accident. His adopted father - trained him cruelly but in the end, couldn't face his insane result, and loses his own company to his adopted son. Seto grins,

"Weakling, he's nothing but a weakling."

He can't be weak. Still remembers what happens when that Yugi kid beats him. Only a small defeat, but what he gets is the most dishonourable memory in his life.

"Why me?"


He already asks himself that question for so many times in his life. But, it doesn't matter. If his life is destined to be unfair, to be painful, then be it. He already forgets what 'pain' means. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing. Nothingcan hold him back from the strange way that his soul is walking on.


Seto walks toward the window. The big windows of Kaiba Corp, it's the biggest and tallest building in Domino city.

Outside the panes, there are lights. Blue, red, yellow, green… so many colours. The blurry colours mix with the April drizzle. The raindrops on the glassmake the scene seems like a water colour painting, beautiful, fantastic, and the disappointment of emptiness. Cars run on the road below. He can't hear their noises, but they are there and he can feel it. The noises, the rain and the colours form a beautiful lively city night in this special April night, but the lost stranger stands inside the city's biggest building, looking blindly for his home, his way home. Lonely. Seto puts his face against the window, looking and breathing.

"Ican still breathe."Seto frowns.

"Who is that?" a sudden realize from the noticing of the glass. "That's me?" Still not sure, Seto touches the glass, confused. The original happy and innocent blue eyes are hiding behind a mist, a gray mist. Instead of the smiling face, his mouth already loses the shape of happiness.

"That's not me." Seto shakes his head and titters emotionlessly. That's not him. That's a man he has never met before. He's a stranger.

"I hate to admit it," Seto murmurs to himself. "That is me, I think." He looks at the window, looks at his reflection.

"Look!" he wants to yell."Look at me, look at me! What am I? Who am I? Why am I still standing here and breathing?"

Seto laughs insanely.

"Why am I still standing here and breathing?"


Oh, that's a good question.

"Mokuba."

Yeah, Mokuba. He has to remember that.

"Mokuba…"


Seto turns the lights back on. As he sits there, a meaningless smile appears under the shadow of his brown hair.

Seto sighs. It's another working night. Over the insanity, he returns to his empty life, business, money, and stocks.

We've found another stranger, a stranger who is a stranger to himself, a stranger to this world fills with happiness. This is confusing, but-

He is a stranger.

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