Legend of the blue eyes

Chapter 2

I went back to my study after that, though I found I just couldn't focus on work. All of those visions were starting to get to me. I even got so irritated by them that I ran an Internet search on 'Priest Seto', but to no avail. I would have to ask Kisara herself at dinner. As this thought was running through my mind, Mokuba burst through the doors and pounced on my, knocking me out of my chair.

"How many times have I told you not to do that?" I said as calmly as I possibly could while he proceeded to straddle my stomach.

"Seto! You have a girl in the house! A pretty girl! What's her name? Where's she from? Are you gonna marry her? Can I be ring bearer?-Oof!" I got up, causing him to topple off of me.

"Would you slow down? No one's getting married, she just needed some help, that's all."

"Help, huh? What, is she lonely?" Mokuba joked, wagging his eyebrows slyly.

"You're such a child! That's not it at all." I replied, and he scrambled to the door. "I'll see you at dinner, right?"

'Nah, I'll eat in my room tonight…so you two can have 'alone time'." He winked and fled the room, just in time to dodge the paper wad I threw at him. That little brother of mine could be a menace sometimes!

I leaned back on my hands and continued my train of thought; soon realizing that I'd already come to the conclusion of asking Kisara herself before the munchkin had pounced on me. A knock at my door reminded me I was still on the carpet and so I stood and dusted off, straitening my black and silver attire before taking a seat.

"Come in." I said as if trying to sound interrupted. The door opened and there stood Chemo.

"Sir, the kitchens have informed me that dinner is ready, should I go get the girl?" He asked.

"Yeah, but remember, you're not 'getting' her, you're 'escorting' her. You 'get' troublemakers out of my house; you don't 'get' polite young women. I figured that bafoon Pegasus would've at least taught you some etiquette. Should I send you back or do you find yourself competent enough to learn by example?" I replied, slightly irritated; my staff had become less…sharp as of late.

"Sorry, sir, I'll continue to work on that." I said, bowing and bolting down the hall after closing the door with a snap. I shook my head and laughed. Now I have him bowing. Not a minute later there was another knock. However, this sounded playful, like the theme of the flying monkeys in the Wizard of Oz. Only one person of my staff was Gothic enough to do that.

"Come in, Seika." I said, not at all irritated: she usually brought good news.

"Hey, Mr. Kaiba, I have your prototype." She said, a large smile adorning her face. She was very Gothic indeed. She was the only member of my staff I would let wear clothing that was out of dress code. She liked to wear long black pants strung with chains, elegantly designed shirts, usually black or red, and boots, very big boots. She was absent of her trench coat today and her long, black hair was tied back, meaning she'd been working tirelessly. Then again, she always worked tirelessly. She had such taste in trench coats that I let her design mine. She was a dedicated worker, which is why I favored her so much over all the other idiots I tended to hire. Plus, she never bugged me for a raise.

"Excellent! Best news I've heard all day! Let's see it." I replied, leaning back in my chair. She placed a silver object on the table, which was about the size of a duel-monster's deck.

"Tada!" She exclaimed. "I give you my newest invention, the portable table-top dueling device, patent pending."

"How does it work?" I asked, examining it; it looked fairly simple.