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[ It's not like things have been chaotic since he left.

Yuugi slipped out in the night and things got even duller. He gave up on school - there wasn't any chance that he would graduate or go anywhere, anyway, and got a part-time job. He tried to keep his nose out of trouble, just in case Yuugi came back. He spent some more time with Shizuka. He tried to keep up with what was going on at the school with everyone through Honda, who was scraping by. He had more drive about academics than Jou did, after all.

Otherwise, he tried to just keep out of the house, only checking in for sleep and the mail. His dad didn't dare find out he left school. He didn't want to see how that fight would go, if he cared at all. He's sure it'd end up with a neighbor calling the police again.

He tried not to start fights, to get his hands dirty with stealing too much or being places he shouldn't be. He tried to keep to the better parts of town... but there's only so much he can do to avoid things the stink of a street punk attracted to him.

Fights still happened. Sometimes, he still stole, when he had to. Sometimes, he got a mouth on him and told off the wrong people. He couldn't help what came naturally to him and he couldn't help his need to lash out when he felt all alone now.

It sucks that he's ended up here, on the steps in front of Seto Kaiba's home, of all places, but where else could he go after a fight like that? He can take on a lot of guys, but not when he's caught off-guard. He won in the loosest sense, but getting away became top priority once the other guys were down. They'd get up again in no time and hunt him down.

So he climbed the fence, one shoe missing, jacket gone and hands stiff from throwing punches. He ended up on the other side and ambled his way to the steps that lead up to the door.

He wonders how long he can stay out here, just perched in the dying light outside of one Seto Kaiba's house, dribbling blood from his lips and nose onto his pristine stairs and filling the perfect air with tobacco smoke as he tries to figure out what the hell to do, or where the hell to go.

His answer comes in a hand hauling him up by the scruff of his shirt and dragging him inside, a voice berating him with who's and why's and cursing. He barely recognizes the voice, but he's sure it's one of Seto's henchman, dragging him in for a brief interrogation before preparing to boot him out.

Nice safe spot while it lasted. ]

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[ 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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