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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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8
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17
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Chapter 2
Title: Memories of Egypt – 2/8
Author: Telpei
Pairing(s): Seto/Jou, mentions of Priest Seto/Atemu
Beta: Jennie B.
Spoilers: Mentions of plot details from the series, up to the Doom arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from the Yu-Gi-Oh characters or episode details used in this story.
Summary: Seto has always been bothered by the idea of his Ancient Egyptian past, but what would life be like without it?
Please see author's notes in first chapter.
OoooooooO
Chapter 2
OoooooooO
After his disturbing moment of insight at the office, Seto practically flew from the tall building to escape from the walls that seemed to be closing in around him. With only his laptop in his silver briefcase and a trademark trench coat cloaking his body, Seto made his way to the underground garage and his parked car. It was unsettling to realize that his limo and the mansion had both been sold in favour of maintaining only two cars and a small condo close to the Domino business district.
Seto certainly wasn't used to failure, and his company was on the verge of collapse. Before his wish, Seto had been too proud and too defiant to admit that his products had just not been selling, and that his company was taking a major plunge due to his blindness. But, Seto knew that the market was out there; he just had to tap into his reserves. He needed a new approach, and fast. If Duel Monsters wasn’t popular in this alternate reality, then he would surely find something else that was. He would not let Kaiba Corp fall while he was still in power.
When the brunet made it back to the condo, he noticed that his brother was still conspicuously absent. Seto felt worry tugging at the strings of his heart. The Mokuba he thought he had known had never gone anywhere without keeping Seto informed of his whereabouts. However, this new, strange little brother who complained about credit cards, and who hadn’t bothered to call, was slowly taking his toll on Seto’s psyche. He had tried so hard to give Mokuba a good life and to allow his brother a chance at a real childhood. Somehow, this wasn’t how he’d meant for things to turn out.
Seto padded down the hall to his bedroom and set his briefcase on the desk. Flicking open the latches, he pulled out his laptop and a few file folders containing reports that he needed to go over before a scheduled meeting the next day after school. He started up his computer and then headed back into the kitchen to make some coffee while the machine booted up.
As he waited for the pot to brew, Seto leaned against the counter and folded his arms across the chest. Tilting his chin back, he rested the back of his head against one of the cupboards and closed his eyes. Ideas were already streaming through his mind like a line of binary code, ideas on how he could lift his company back up to the top of the corporate ranks. If Duel Monsters wasn’t the way to go, then Seto simply had to find some other answer, some other product to sell.
Several plausible project ideas had already been formulated, ready to be run through his computer by the time the coffee had finished percolating. Seto poured himself a mug and then wandered down the hall, back to his room. He slid into the chair at his desk, his pale complexion illuminated by the eerie blue light of the computer screen. The brunet put down his mug and flicked on the desk lamp, and then set his fingers on the keyboard. He got right to work, a new program already set into motion, and Seto’s untouched coffee grew cold as the hours swiftly passed.
OoO
The dark bags under Seto’s eyes the next morning were a testament to his all-nighter, but nevertheless, the persistent brunet still arrived early at Domino High. He was in his assigned seat before any other students had arrived - close to the front of the class and beside one of the windows. He had his laptop out and another cup of coffee was steaming on the desk beside his computer.
Eventually, Seto’s classmates began to arrive. None of them spared him a second glance, and the brunet felt that he certainly didn’t have the same amount of respect in this life as he had held in his other. Without the success of his company, he was simply some guy from their class who got good grades and who played a child’s game with toy cards.
Seto’s blue eyes flickered briefly towards the door to the classroom when he heard voices approaching. Yugi was among the first to enter, and Seto frowned as he noticed the short teen’s shy posture. The mysterious Millennium Puzzle was conspicuously missing, providing further proof to Seto’s theory that his wish had indeed come true. The wild-haired student was setting his books neatly on his desk when Jounouchi and Honda entered the room with a burst of loud laughter. The two had a haughty air about them, and as the blond swept past Yugi’s desk, he dragged his fingers across the smooth surface and pushed all of his classmate’s organized books to the ground with a resounding crash.
Yugi stood rigid, braced for a confrontation, but Jou merely shared another laugh with the stocky brunet at his side, and continued to the back of the room. Slowly, the shorter teen bent to pick up his books, not even bothering to speak up in his own defense.
In his own seat, Seto turned back to his laptop with a frown on his lips. A small part of his mind was telling him that this was a normal occurrence, and that Yugi, Jou, and Honda had never been friends. The blond was particularly known as something of a bad-ass troublemaker by his fellow students, and was a constant headache to his teachers. He was an incorrigible, hopeless cause that was fated to inevitably fail or drop out of Domino High.
However, the brunet also remembered a sunny smile and warm, golden eyes that had shown kindness and honesty. Of course, since Yugi had never owned the puzzle, Jounouchi had never tossed it into a pool, and their friendship had never been forged. Seto was shocked to realize how profoundly different one reality was from another, just because of his own selfish wish.
Just then, their sensei entered the room and Seto quickly shut his laptop and pulled out his books for the class. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get away with working during school hours, since he no longer had the respect – or fear – that he was used to. The lesson began, and although his computer was stored away, Seto’s mind was still working on the program he’d abandoned for the moment. The day passed by in a blur, and once the final bell had sounded, the brunet quickly made his way out of the building and towards his car. After working his exhausted mind all night and all day, he thought he had an idea to present to his board of directors. He only hoped that they would agree to his plan. As with any big idea, there was a certain amount of risk that they would have to undertake, and Seto wasn’t certain that the company would survive if his idea failed.
OoO
A few hours later, Seto found himself in his boardroom, facing his panel of directors. Before him sat six burly men, all of them dressed in stuffy suits and wearing severe expressions on their faces. The brunet cleared his throat to catch their attentions and got to his feet to address the group.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen. I want to thank you for coming here on such short notice,” he began, sliding his hands into his pockets and standing straight. “As you all are aware, Kaiba Corporation has been suffering lately. I know that at our last meeting we discussed the production of a Duel Monsters video game, but since then, I’ve come up with another solution to our current fiscal problem. One that will be more profitable in the long run, but one that also holds a greater risk.”
The brunet paused for a moment, watching the men carefully as they turned to talk in quiet murmurs with their neighbours. Seto could feel his heart racing in his chest. He knew that this meeting would determine the future of his company. If the board of directors wouldn’t go along with his plan, then there was no hope. Even though he and Mokuba owned the majority of the shares, these six men held forty-six percent of the company in the palms of their hands. If he couldn’t win them over, it would be very difficult to proceed without their support.
The board’s murmurs finally grew silent, but Seto took a deep breath and paused just a moment longer before continuing. “Here is my proposal,” he stated with confidence, carefully monitoring the tone of his voice. He skipped to the next slide in his PowerPoint presentation, and watched with satisfaction as their eyes grew wide with surprise. If he could sell his idea to these buffoons, then selling it to the public would be a walk in the park.
OoO
Several hours later, the meeting had drawn to a close, and the CEO was back in his office. Seto could feel the exhaustion tugging at the corners of his mind, but he felt as if he could sleep peacefully that night. Finding the data from an old research project had been a stroke of luck the night before. Seto knew that since the preliminary testing had already been finished, they could begin to put this new system through some human trials in preparation for the public market. Seto even had some promotional ideas to increase sales, but in the end, he could only cross his fingers and pray for a positive response from consumers.
The brunet sighed as he stowed his laptop away in his silver briefcase and then slid into his silver trench coat. It would be nice to get some sleep tonight since things seemed to be falling into place. However, even though the future was looking up for the company, Seto was still uncertain as to whether or not there was anything he could do to correct certain issues in his personal life. Although it had been a surprise to him, the young CEO had found himself worrying about Yugi throughout the day. It had been disconcerting to watch the shorter teen cling to the shadows of the hallways between classes, moving around with a slumped, defeated posture. Seto knew what his former rival had been capable of, so he knew that he just had to find a way to restore Yugi’s confidence. He felt guilty for his classmate’s predicament even though he knew he hadn't been entirely to blame. After all, he had never imagined that his wish would actually come true. With a sigh, he decided to approach the wild-haired teen the next day. Perhaps by confronting Yugi, he could also find a way to change Jounouchi.
The ringing of his cell phone broke through Seto’s thoughts, and he answered it with a curt hello. The call was brief, but it left a frown on the brunet’s thin lips. He pushed all thoughts of helping Yugi into the back of his mind for the moment. His former rival’s well-being was important, yes, but it would have to wait until after Mokuba had been disciplined.
No parent liked to hear that their child was misbehaving at school. Seto may not have been Mokuba’s father, but as an overprotective older brother, he was equally disappointed when he had recognized the middle school principal’s voice on the phone. Grasping his briefcase, the brunet turned to head to his car.
He didn’t know if the principal’s words were entirely accurate, and he would certainly listen to his brother’s version of the story before he passed any judgment. However, if Mokuba had set fire to the school library, his brother was in some very serious trouble.
Ooo TBC ooO
Author: Telpei
Pairing(s): Seto/Jou, mentions of Priest Seto/Atemu
Beta: Jennie B.
Spoilers: Mentions of plot details from the series, up to the Doom arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from the Yu-Gi-Oh characters or episode details used in this story.
Summary: Seto has always been bothered by the idea of his Ancient Egyptian past, but what would life be like without it?
Please see author's notes in first chapter.
OoooooooO
Chapter 2
OoooooooO
After his disturbing moment of insight at the office, Seto practically flew from the tall building to escape from the walls that seemed to be closing in around him. With only his laptop in his silver briefcase and a trademark trench coat cloaking his body, Seto made his way to the underground garage and his parked car. It was unsettling to realize that his limo and the mansion had both been sold in favour of maintaining only two cars and a small condo close to the Domino business district.
Seto certainly wasn't used to failure, and his company was on the verge of collapse. Before his wish, Seto had been too proud and too defiant to admit that his products had just not been selling, and that his company was taking a major plunge due to his blindness. But, Seto knew that the market was out there; he just had to tap into his reserves. He needed a new approach, and fast. If Duel Monsters wasn’t popular in this alternate reality, then he would surely find something else that was. He would not let Kaiba Corp fall while he was still in power.
When the brunet made it back to the condo, he noticed that his brother was still conspicuously absent. Seto felt worry tugging at the strings of his heart. The Mokuba he thought he had known had never gone anywhere without keeping Seto informed of his whereabouts. However, this new, strange little brother who complained about credit cards, and who hadn’t bothered to call, was slowly taking his toll on Seto’s psyche. He had tried so hard to give Mokuba a good life and to allow his brother a chance at a real childhood. Somehow, this wasn’t how he’d meant for things to turn out.
Seto padded down the hall to his bedroom and set his briefcase on the desk. Flicking open the latches, he pulled out his laptop and a few file folders containing reports that he needed to go over before a scheduled meeting the next day after school. He started up his computer and then headed back into the kitchen to make some coffee while the machine booted up.
As he waited for the pot to brew, Seto leaned against the counter and folded his arms across the chest. Tilting his chin back, he rested the back of his head against one of the cupboards and closed his eyes. Ideas were already streaming through his mind like a line of binary code, ideas on how he could lift his company back up to the top of the corporate ranks. If Duel Monsters wasn’t the way to go, then Seto simply had to find some other answer, some other product to sell.
Several plausible project ideas had already been formulated, ready to be run through his computer by the time the coffee had finished percolating. Seto poured himself a mug and then wandered down the hall, back to his room. He slid into the chair at his desk, his pale complexion illuminated by the eerie blue light of the computer screen. The brunet put down his mug and flicked on the desk lamp, and then set his fingers on the keyboard. He got right to work, a new program already set into motion, and Seto’s untouched coffee grew cold as the hours swiftly passed.
OoO
The dark bags under Seto’s eyes the next morning were a testament to his all-nighter, but nevertheless, the persistent brunet still arrived early at Domino High. He was in his assigned seat before any other students had arrived - close to the front of the class and beside one of the windows. He had his laptop out and another cup of coffee was steaming on the desk beside his computer.
Eventually, Seto’s classmates began to arrive. None of them spared him a second glance, and the brunet felt that he certainly didn’t have the same amount of respect in this life as he had held in his other. Without the success of his company, he was simply some guy from their class who got good grades and who played a child’s game with toy cards.
Seto’s blue eyes flickered briefly towards the door to the classroom when he heard voices approaching. Yugi was among the first to enter, and Seto frowned as he noticed the short teen’s shy posture. The mysterious Millennium Puzzle was conspicuously missing, providing further proof to Seto’s theory that his wish had indeed come true. The wild-haired student was setting his books neatly on his desk when Jounouchi and Honda entered the room with a burst of loud laughter. The two had a haughty air about them, and as the blond swept past Yugi’s desk, he dragged his fingers across the smooth surface and pushed all of his classmate’s organized books to the ground with a resounding crash.
Yugi stood rigid, braced for a confrontation, but Jou merely shared another laugh with the stocky brunet at his side, and continued to the back of the room. Slowly, the shorter teen bent to pick up his books, not even bothering to speak up in his own defense.
In his own seat, Seto turned back to his laptop with a frown on his lips. A small part of his mind was telling him that this was a normal occurrence, and that Yugi, Jou, and Honda had never been friends. The blond was particularly known as something of a bad-ass troublemaker by his fellow students, and was a constant headache to his teachers. He was an incorrigible, hopeless cause that was fated to inevitably fail or drop out of Domino High.
However, the brunet also remembered a sunny smile and warm, golden eyes that had shown kindness and honesty. Of course, since Yugi had never owned the puzzle, Jounouchi had never tossed it into a pool, and their friendship had never been forged. Seto was shocked to realize how profoundly different one reality was from another, just because of his own selfish wish.
Just then, their sensei entered the room and Seto quickly shut his laptop and pulled out his books for the class. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get away with working during school hours, since he no longer had the respect – or fear – that he was used to. The lesson began, and although his computer was stored away, Seto’s mind was still working on the program he’d abandoned for the moment. The day passed by in a blur, and once the final bell had sounded, the brunet quickly made his way out of the building and towards his car. After working his exhausted mind all night and all day, he thought he had an idea to present to his board of directors. He only hoped that they would agree to his plan. As with any big idea, there was a certain amount of risk that they would have to undertake, and Seto wasn’t certain that the company would survive if his idea failed.
OoO
A few hours later, Seto found himself in his boardroom, facing his panel of directors. Before him sat six burly men, all of them dressed in stuffy suits and wearing severe expressions on their faces. The brunet cleared his throat to catch their attentions and got to his feet to address the group.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen. I want to thank you for coming here on such short notice,” he began, sliding his hands into his pockets and standing straight. “As you all are aware, Kaiba Corporation has been suffering lately. I know that at our last meeting we discussed the production of a Duel Monsters video game, but since then, I’ve come up with another solution to our current fiscal problem. One that will be more profitable in the long run, but one that also holds a greater risk.”
The brunet paused for a moment, watching the men carefully as they turned to talk in quiet murmurs with their neighbours. Seto could feel his heart racing in his chest. He knew that this meeting would determine the future of his company. If the board of directors wouldn’t go along with his plan, then there was no hope. Even though he and Mokuba owned the majority of the shares, these six men held forty-six percent of the company in the palms of their hands. If he couldn’t win them over, it would be very difficult to proceed without their support.
The board’s murmurs finally grew silent, but Seto took a deep breath and paused just a moment longer before continuing. “Here is my proposal,” he stated with confidence, carefully monitoring the tone of his voice. He skipped to the next slide in his PowerPoint presentation, and watched with satisfaction as their eyes grew wide with surprise. If he could sell his idea to these buffoons, then selling it to the public would be a walk in the park.
OoO
Several hours later, the meeting had drawn to a close, and the CEO was back in his office. Seto could feel the exhaustion tugging at the corners of his mind, but he felt as if he could sleep peacefully that night. Finding the data from an old research project had been a stroke of luck the night before. Seto knew that since the preliminary testing had already been finished, they could begin to put this new system through some human trials in preparation for the public market. Seto even had some promotional ideas to increase sales, but in the end, he could only cross his fingers and pray for a positive response from consumers.
The brunet sighed as he stowed his laptop away in his silver briefcase and then slid into his silver trench coat. It would be nice to get some sleep tonight since things seemed to be falling into place. However, even though the future was looking up for the company, Seto was still uncertain as to whether or not there was anything he could do to correct certain issues in his personal life. Although it had been a surprise to him, the young CEO had found himself worrying about Yugi throughout the day. It had been disconcerting to watch the shorter teen cling to the shadows of the hallways between classes, moving around with a slumped, defeated posture. Seto knew what his former rival had been capable of, so he knew that he just had to find a way to restore Yugi’s confidence. He felt guilty for his classmate’s predicament even though he knew he hadn't been entirely to blame. After all, he had never imagined that his wish would actually come true. With a sigh, he decided to approach the wild-haired teen the next day. Perhaps by confronting Yugi, he could also find a way to change Jounouchi.
The ringing of his cell phone broke through Seto’s thoughts, and he answered it with a curt hello. The call was brief, but it left a frown on the brunet’s thin lips. He pushed all thoughts of helping Yugi into the back of his mind for the moment. His former rival’s well-being was important, yes, but it would have to wait until after Mokuba had been disciplined.
No parent liked to hear that their child was misbehaving at school. Seto may not have been Mokuba’s father, but as an overprotective older brother, he was equally disappointed when he had recognized the middle school principal’s voice on the phone. Grasping his briefcase, the brunet turned to head to his car.
He didn’t know if the principal’s words were entirely accurate, and he would certainly listen to his brother’s version of the story before he passed any judgment. However, if Mokuba had set fire to the school library, his brother was in some very serious trouble.
Ooo TBC ooO