[With the absence of sleep, Seto had thought that the nightmares were a thing of the not-so-distant past, and yet somehow they still managed to infiltrate his mind. He had been sitting inside the Heavenly Leblanc café, but now he was standing, eyes staring down fixated on the tabletop before him, his breath coming in shorter bursts. The coffee cup he was using had been knocked to the floor, a small chip having been dislodged from it, and yet he hadn't heard it fall.
That. Monster. That absolute bastard. He didn't deserve to be remembered.
It was as clear to Seto now as it had been when it happened. The restraints, the cruel lascivious taunting, he'd never felt more irate or vulnerable. Not to mention what had happened to... the image was a little fuzzy. Shiho? It was Shiho wasn't it, who had suffered in his place. She couldn't handle the humiliation, and the violation to her body and tried to end her life... and this asshole was trying to shift the blame for HIS actions.
The worst part was Kaiba partially believed it..
Kaiba was the one that was in a position to do anything about it- who should have protected Mok-Shiho. Trying to calm his breathing he reached up to place a hand to his forehead tousling his bangs. There were some inconsistencies that didn't make any sense. Sure, there was a 'king' in his life that fulfilled an adversarial role but not one that was capable of this? Or would be caught in a sparkling pink cape and a speedo? Then this copy of himself...... was clearly more curvaceous. Still, the thought of her made him simmer with rage.
This was wrong, what was this?! Why did it feel so real?
Then there was the catsuit? I mean- he didn't doubt that he could pull off wearing a skintight ensemble, but the theming didn't match his mo. The sentiments did. There were plenty of times where he wanted to rob someone of everything they h- the phrasing struck a cord with him. It sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it recently and not in this vision.
Some of the haziness drew back like a curtain... Ann Takamaki?]
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That. Monster. That absolute bastard. He didn't deserve to be remembered.
It was as clear to Seto now as it had been when it happened. The restraints, the cruel lascivious taunting, he'd never felt more irate or vulnerable. Not to mention what had happened to... the image was a little fuzzy. Shiho? It was Shiho wasn't it, who had suffered in his place. She couldn't handle the humiliation, and the violation to her body and tried to end her life... and this asshole was trying to shift the blame for HIS actions.
The worst part was Kaiba partially believed it..Kaiba was the one that was in a position to do anything about it- who should have protected Mok-Shiho. Trying to calm his breathing he reached up to place a hand to his forehead tousling his bangs. There were some inconsistencies that didn't make any sense. Sure, there was a 'king' in his life that fulfilled an adversarial role but not one that was capable of this? Or would be caught in a sparkling pink cape and a speedo? Then this copy of himself...... was clearly more curvaceous. Still, the thought of her made him simmer with rage.
This was wrong, what was this?! Why did it feel so real?
Then there was the catsuit? I mean- he didn't doubt that he could pull off wearing a skintight ensemble, but the theming didn't match his mo. The sentiments did. There were plenty of times where he wanted to rob someone of everything they h- the phrasing struck a cord with him. It sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it recently and not in this vision.
Some of the haziness drew back like a curtain... Ann Takamaki?]