''He used to tell her that she was born to die at his hands.''
Y/n woke up in a bed that she didn't recognize as her own, in a room that wasn't hers. The ceiling was white, her bedroom at the manor was dark gray with a red ceiling. She observed the paint above her head as she remembered what had taken place before she fell unconscious.
Her mind went back to her adoptive parents, to what she had to endure from them for her entire time with them. She could still feel the stinging of the belt, the pain from the cuts. At the memory, she placed her right hand on her stomach where marks were laid on her skin, hidden under the material of her clothes.
Her left hand went to her heart, but it wasn't exactly positioned above her beating organ. Her thumb was pointed toward her left shoulder. Her pinky was toward her right breast. She let out a sigh at the tightness in her chest as she was still thinking about her father and the traces he left on her.
''I win again!''
Mokuba's voice was the thing that pulled her out of her sad thoughts. She moved her head to the side of the sound, her entire body not moving because she had found herself comfortable under the soft red duvet cover that she had brought with her from the manor.
To her surprise, she found two chairs lying empty beside her bed and behind them, a new couch had been added. It was a deep scarlet color, matching Y/n's style of decoration and bedroom. It, however, was definitely not harmonizing with the baby blue wall behind it.
''I'll get you next time, don't worry, Mokuba.''
She watched as Seto smirked with affection as he looked at his brother with soft eyes. She felt like she was looking at herself when she was playing with S/n and she let her sister win just to see her happy. She smiles softly, staying silent to not ruin their perfectly adorable moment.
Seto and Mokuba got their decks back before mixing their cards. They placed the cards on the couch at their appropriate place before drawing five cards each. Mokuba grinned, telling his brother that last round's winner gets to start, before he pulled the card on top of his deck and grinned at it.
Y/n watched as Mokuba excitedly placed a monster down in attack mode before setting two cards face down and ending his turn. Seto draws his card before looking at his hand and feigning a sad sigh, making Mokuba giggle happily and Y/n grin.
She watched as he placed a card face down and moved his head at Mokuba to signal him it was his turn. Seto observed his brother play his turn and let out a surprised gasp when his brother specially summoned a more powerful monster and attacked his life points directly.
He then smiled, a big, genuine smile that made Y/n's heart beat faster at the sight of it. Seto Kaiba was not a terrible looking man at all, but when he was smiling, he made the entire room look at him. He had charms and Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how sad it was that no one, except Mokuba was seeing it.
Mokuba stopped playing, feeling someone else's eyes on him and he discreetly turned his eyes to the bed where he saw Y/n's head turned toward them. He didn't let it show, moving his attention back to the game, not saying anything about the woman to his brother who was focusing on the game and him.
He wanted to show the girl that he was good at duel monsters. He wanted the girl to look at him and congratulate him. Y/n had already made her way to his heart and he wanted to make sure he was going to be in hers. He wanted her attention like a child wants his mother's or his older sister's.
And so, he waited for his brother to finish his turn. Seto smiled mischievously, Y/n noticed that both brothers had the same smile when an idea popped in their heads, before summoning a monster in attack mode and equipping it with a spell card to enhance it's attack power.
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