[ most of his nights are what what anyone would call quiet — filing through reports of his projects, speaking with his brother, entertaining potential business partners, making employee evaluations. his life is what it's always been, except that somewhere inside seto kaiba knows that things have changed ever since yuugi and his friends returned from egypt. allowing himself to become connected to anybody was embarrassing enough as it is — it stung his rather limitless pride — but he couldn't do anything but admit that he'd had a connection with the man who he had sworn would be his life-long rival. and now that man was gone, and the person who should have taken his place had left as well.
it should have infuriated him that yuugi was running away. he wanted, more than anything, to be angry. but he understood despite himself, and so turned to more constructive things to fill his time besides that bottomless, empty anger, and the helplessness that comes from knowing he couldn't have stopped him, couldn't have molded the future to better suit him despite all his power, despite everything he has.
but just because that man didn't have a future doesn't mean that he's without one. he still has things to do.
not that those things should involve the racket currently coming from downstairs. whatever it is, all disturbances are to be brought immediately to him; he does prefer to deal with these things directly. after he hears the knock on the door, he gathers the reports laying out on his desk, sets them aside, and sits up straighter, arms crossed across his chest. ]
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it should have infuriated him that yuugi was running away. he wanted, more than anything, to be angry. but he understood despite himself, and so turned to more constructive things to fill his time besides that bottomless, empty anger, and the helplessness that comes from knowing he couldn't have stopped him, couldn't have molded the future to better suit him despite all his power, despite everything he has.
but just because that man didn't have a future doesn't mean that he's without one. he still has things to do.
not that those things should involve the racket currently coming from downstairs. whatever it is, all disturbances are to be brought immediately to him; he does prefer to deal with these things directly. after he hears the knock on the door, he gathers the reports laying out on his desk, sets them aside, and sits up straighter, arms crossed across his chest. ]
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