To Kill A Kaiba

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The storm had taken everyone by surprise.

It didn't take long for streets to turn into rivers, which had traffic
backed up for miles.

Honks and road rage soon permeates the soggy atmosphere. People, who
had been walking along the sidewalk, quickly dodge into nearby shops.

A man with a newspaper who tries to use it as a makeshift umbrella
curses as the paper quickly falls apart. He didn't even see the
downtrodden boy, who is walking slowly in his path and crashes into him.

"Hey, you fucking retard its raining! Go mope…" The man suck in some
air as he saw who he was about to curse out…

Kaiba. The Seto Kaiba…

but why the hell…

"Heh, I'm sorry…it's me that's the retard. Nice weather, W-we're
having eh?"

Kaiba slightly turns his head up a little, his bangs almost completely
hiding his icy eyes.

"Yea, the weather is…perfect."

Without another word, he continues his trek to the unknown. His trench
coat sags behind him like a wedding dress while his stride indicates that
he was actually marching to his own funeral.

The man blinks in utter shock but figure it was best to let the rich
people be...well rich people and moves on.

The brunet continues to walk aimlessly for what seem like forever and
it is starting to take its toll on him.

The pounding of the rain around him matches the pounding of his head.
He sways a little but held steady as he trudges forward.

Why did it all of a sudden got so warm?

The sullen CEO wasn't sure but the cool glass of that electronics
store in which he's approaching looks inviting.

Therefore when he arrives there, he literally collapses against the window.

Flashes of color from the TVs that sat in display catch his attention.

"What the…" Kaiba whispers weakly as he turns his head to get a
better view.

There in bold captions is the headline: "Former Top Duelist Kaiba
Loses To Battle City Finalist, Jounouchi Katsuya!"

Not surprisingly, the media had taken the wide open field of the park
to their full advantage.

The blue-eyed teen couldn't hear what was being said but he didn't
have to. Those reporters are most likely gloating in delight that for
once they have something on him. Oh yes, those ratings shall
skyrocket. His reputation most likely will take a damaging blow from
this.

Suddenly with renewed anger, Seto wrenches himself from the window
almost falling. "F-f-f-fuck them, f-f-f-fuck everybody, who needs them!"

He then proceeds to cough brutally as the world becomes hazy. He
staggers right in front of an alley way…

"I'm Motherfucking Kaiba Seto!"

The lightning and thunder answers back, mockingly.

Then in a flash, a car speeds past a puddle completely engulfing the
tormented CEO.

Coughing violently once again, Kaiba leans back for support but
ends up landing flat on his back in the alley.

He rolls over and blindly gropes for the side alley wall.
Finding it,the brunet tries to push himself up.

However his boots against the slick water and cement had no traction and
this time the once prideful duelist falls flat on his face.

Kaiba simply turns his head and laid it against the cold floor.

It felt soooo good

It was just too damn hot!

His glazed eyes slightly unfocused, settles onto a ripped piece of
paper in his clenched fist.

Lifting his head up, he winces and lies back down.

Why is everything spinning all of a sudden?

Yet determined, he sat up with nausea slamming upon him but this time
managed to sit up against the wall.

After catching his breath, he takes the rip paper and held it out.

"Laminated paper?...A poster."

Kaiba was just about to dismiss his discovery and toss it until he
gave it one more look.

Green and…gold? No, blonde hair….

Seto heart stops as he arches his neck in a way to see the rest of the
poster above him.

He was staring at the eyes of Jounouchi Katsuya…an old battle city
poster.

He couldn't help himself as he threw his head back and begins to laugh
hysterically.

Oh the irony!

However, he immediately sobers down when he hears the mutt's voice….

`Awww, it's not so bad Kaiba! At least ya brother still loves ya'

Frantically he looks up once again towards the poster as the
blond's head floats in its place.

"Shut up" Kaiba whispers hoarsely.

`What da truth hurts? Ya money pampered ya in all dose lies, tsk tsk.
Where's ya yen now?'

"S-s-s-hut…up!" Seto said a little louder as he struggles to get up.

Jounouchi laughs evilly. `I win, Kaiba! Now whole damn world know just
how pathetic ya really are.'

"I said shut the fuck up dammit!" Kaiba tries to push up on his feet
but fell short on his knees.

`Oh and Kaiba, I lied about Mokuba…he'll just run from ya too. But
don't worry I'll be the biggah, bettah, brothah…It's really not that
hard.'

"GO TO HELL JOUNOUCHI!" Kaiba shrieks and with a burst of energy,
lunges from his knees to the poster ripping a huge piece of
Jounouchi's face and falling down.

"I HATE YOU!" Seto again lunges at the poster, ripping another piece
of the poster. He again falls back down with a splat.

He didn't even notice the two pairs of eyes looking in horror at him.

"Big Brother, what are you doing?!" Mokuba screams as he starts to
run to his brother side.

"No!" Roland said sternly, "Kaiba-sama doesn't seem to be in his right
mind"

Stepping carefully forward towards a hysterical dragon, "I'll go; you
wait back at the limo"

"FUCKING DIE!" Seto screams as he lunges toward the wall again but
never quite connecting to it.

Something was holding him back.

"Shit, he's burning up with fever! Mokuba call Mura-sensei and get him
on the phone! Have him meet us at the mansion!"

Abruptly, Kaiba goes limp as he stares in agony at hazel eyes…the only
thing left of the poster.

Those eyes…the eyes of his tormentor…the eyes of his executioner…the
eyes of his…love.

Tears welled up considerably and with a chock sob, Kaiba let out a
painful wail…."JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!"

To be continued……………