Last year
New York, United States of America
Duel Monster Tournament
You're helping out at the Duel Monsters tournament in New York City because the company you work for is sponsoring it and you used to be a renown duelist. Your job was to help the younger kids make kick-butt dueling decks and show them how to use them. You knew none of your charges would make it past the first couple rounds, but you did your best.
It was while you were helping one of your charges that you heard a voice behind you.
"You seem to know what you're doing," it said. You turned around and looked into the most beautiful blue eyes you'd ever seen.
Quickly getting to your feet, you noticed that the man was about a foot taller than you are - which would make him around six foot. His brown hair hangs straight over his eyes as if partially blocking them from the light, and from your stare. He wears a black sweater and black pants under a long white trench coat. On his arm is strapped a duel disk, which you realize makes him a competitor in the tournament. You blush at his attractiveness.
"Do you play or are you just the babysitter?" he asked.
"I've played in the past, but not anymore."
"Why not?"
Because no matter how good I got, it wouldnt have saved my family, you thought. "I'm just not that into it anymore," is what you said instead.
It had been because of your expertise at Duel Monsters that someone had kidnapped your family. Then, to save them, you had to beat him at a duel. You lost. True to his word, the madman had murdered your family. You hadn't touched a duel deck since - except for the kids you trained.
He nodded. "I have to go. I've another duel coming up." He turned to leave, but then looked back at you. "Do you have plans for dinner tonight?"
"I was just going to go home and fix a sandwich."
"How about I take you out instead?"
Who is this guy? "Sure."
"Dress nice," he says as he walks away.
That night had been the first of many nights you'd spend together while the New York Duel Monster Competition had gone on. While you never have sex on the first date, the second date had found the two of you together in your bed until the wee hours of the morning.
You knew his name was Seto, but he never gave you a last name. It wasn't until he had won the Competition that you found out who he was. Seto Kaiba. Champion of Duel Monsters, CEO of Kaiba Corp. The last you saw of him had been when he was receiving his awards. He never picked you up for the date you were supposed to go on before he left town.
Now
Domino City, Japan
Duel Monsters Championship
Sponsored by Kaiba Corp.
The weight of the duel disk on your arm makes you uncomfortable, because the last time you had one on was the last time your family was alive. But you knew pretending to be a duelist was the only way in to hopefully see Seto Kaiba. You want to find out what happened to make him run off like he did. You wanted it so much, you had sold your small flat in New York to get the money to come here - to Domino City.
You registered at the front desk (where they had given you an armband with a number on it - 146) and then entered the large dome arena. Looking around, you wonder if you are the only American here. Wait, that kid with the blonde hair looks like he could be American. *sigh*
You stand by yourself in a corner as the other duelists congregate and talk among themselves. A lot of them look to be old friends - or maybe old enemies - and you see some card swapping going on. You still haven't seen Seto anywhere. Once I talk to Seto, I'm out of here, you think still peering around the stadium. You finger the duel disk again, wanting to take it off, but knowing you shouldn't.
Finally, you see Seto as he comes in the door and begin heading over to him. He's surrounded by tough looking guys - bodyguard types - and they walk him up to a platform.
"As you all know," his voice seems lower, more full of anger and contempt than you remember it, "this is the Duel Monster Championship, hosted by Kaiba Corp. I expect all of you to fight fairly. Lets Duel!" He turns and walks away from the microphone
I guess small talk isn't one of his better qualities. You look around and see people pairing off to duel. Small dueling arenas appear as if by nowhere and participates walk up to them. Realizing you've been distracted from your goal, you begin searching Seto out again.
"Let's duel," you hear someone say behind you. You turn to face a girl about sixteen with short brown hair. (Tea if you need to know.)
"I'm not really a duelist," you reply as you try to walk away. She gently grabs your arm.
"But youve got a number. You have to duel me."
"Not now," you reply curtly as you finally spot Seto standing by the door talking to one of his goons. "I've got to talk to someone."
"But were supposed to duel!" the girl calls out after you as you high tail it over to Seto.
"Seto," you call out, just as youre about to get to him, but one of his goons grabs you and pulls you away. "SETO!" You yell as you're being manhandled away from him. You see him freeze in mid conversation for a second before he slowly turns around as if not believing what he's hearing. He sees you and you think a flash of fear in his eyes before he frowns.
"Roland, take her to my office. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes sir, Mister Kaiba," the goon that has you says, then he grabs a good hold on you and drags you away from Seto and through a few hallways before finally coming to a room sitting high above the dueling arena. He lets you go as soon as he closes the door behind him. Then he steps beside the door and crosses his arms. You sigh and watch some of the duels. You notice the girl that had tried to challenge you before is still wandering around trying to find someone else to duel. Every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of Seto as he watches part of a duel.
You're not sure how long he makes you wait, but finally Seto shows up and immediately dismisses Roland, leaving the two of you alone.
Wow, this was a long one.
No breaks? You're killin' me.
And then what happens?
I'm going to stop it there. I still have to get used to cliffhangers to use them to the best of their abilities. Will you please vote / message / email. PLEASE!
Yes, I'll vote, message, AND email.
Nope. No voting. I'm just reading.
Wow, so you already knew Seto, but what's up with his attitude? You sleep with him in New York and now he's acting like he doesn't really know you. What's going on?
