Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown by Kaiba--Seto, journal
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown
Kisara wheeled the last of her luggage to the smiling driver and turned to glance at the massive KaibaCorp building for one last time. Her eyes wandered up, reaching as high as they could manage and stayed there; Seto couldn't help wonder if she could see him, if she knew he was there, watching her behind the curtain.
Seth placed his teacup down and approached, keeping his eyes on the back of Seto's head. He didn't need a last look of Kisara- the last time he had acquired one of those it had hurt too much.
"What are you so torn-up about, anyway?" he asked, observing his silent descendant. "You never got a chance to know her too well, eithe
Premonition: Old Cloak, New Dagger by Edo---Phoenix, literature
Literature
Premonition: Old Cloak, New Dagger
Kawai Shizuka: I stumble as I nearly crash into a man walking in front of me. He had come to a sudden stop to look in a window. I apologize to him, but he doesn't answer, and I frown. Reflected in the window is a stranger on the other side of the street. I don't think much of it at first, but I can't help but notice how closely distanced the man is to the stranger. I'm starting to get a bit suspicious of the man, but surely things like stalkers don't really happen. I chew on that thought for a minute before giving in to my paranoid thoughts and crossing the street. I approach the stranger and tap his arm. (The man is the stalker Shizuka menti
:bulletblue:Shizuka:bulletblue:
I glance up at the building uncertainly. I think this is the right place but I don't see Onii-chan anywhere. Maybe I should have told him instead of just dropping by his school to surprise him. I look around in search of anyone I recognize but none of the faces are familiar. There is a girl leaving the building that matches a description of one of Onii-chan's friends though. I nervously head over in her direction.
"Um...hello. Are you Nosaka Miho?"
:bulletpink:Miho:bulletpink:
"Ah! Yes I am." I stated.
I looked back at the slightly pale girl. She had chocolate brown hair and eyes which sparked several memo
It was common for them to bicker every so often. Bicker, long and harsh enough to make anyone listening in on them assume they secretly hated each other.
They did, in the sense that one was the other's almost-perfect mirror and neither of them was particularly fond of that reflection.
Who really wanted to live with himself, anyway?
It started as it normally did, it turned vicious a lot faster than it usually did, but at that very moment, it was less bickering and more of a series of back and forth hissing as they both were struggling to both scream at each other and keep quiet at the same time.
Seth
"There was one thing I knew I could co
Blue eyes and Chicken Nuggets by Kaiba--Seto, literature
Literature
Blue eyes and Chicken Nuggets
// Continued from: Such a lonely day and it's mine //
Seto
He didn't bother to check his phone before shoving it in his pocket. It was late, too late, he knew as much, but he couldn't sleep and the walls felt like they were closing in on him. He slipped his coat on and resisted the urge to check on Mokuba one last time - waking his brother up long after 3 am because he was lonely was the very definition of pathetic.
He didn't bother with any lights on his way out of the room with the leather couch. He was soon in the lounge, informing a confused, sleepless security guard he was going out. Alone.
Kisara
She inhaled sharply, feeling the wa