#cardsarepower

Starter for @cardsarepower​

       “What— Where am I?...” It feels like seconds ago when he handed the necklace to Set before he disappeared into nothingness. How is it possible? He is right here, in the flesh and blood. Could someone have turned back time?

       As he stands up he is met with the Eye of Wdjat. The door to the afterlife. This is the Shrine of the Millennium Stone. The place where the Ceremonial Duel was held. That he could remember at least. So it could only mean that he has all of his memories.

       Atem isn’t wearing the Millennium Puzzle, however after an attempt of summoning it appears akin to sparkling stardust. He easily dismisses it afterward. Best not to carry it around in the open. He leaves the shrine and is lucky to encounter an individual who suspiciously is wearing something similar to a hood. But Atem goes with it and finds out the Ceremonial Duel was held only a while ago. So, not much time has passed. He parts ways with the strange person afterward.

       As the soft breeze eddies and lifts his blond locks into a brief dance, a sheet of paper is traveling through the air. The pharaoh captures it between his index and middle digits. Squinting, he takes a look at this oddly rectangular-shaped paper. That’s a ticket with his name on it. Creepy. Destination is Japan. 

Otogi can feel their brows knitting together and a scowl forming at the ends of their lips the moment those words slip from Kaiba. Clown boy. Ever insulting prick as always. A part of Otogi fantasized spilling an awfully steaming pot of coffee over the CEO's lap, reality however kept him from acting out on that impulse. The last thing the store needed after getting rebuilt was a lawsuit against it from a billionaire that could easily shut the place down just as quickly as it was reopened.

With a deep breath Otogi centers himself, calm and unperturbed once again and a smile that may have been too tight at the seams. "No need to get my father involved, I was simply surprised to see you here is all. I'm honored to serve you, Kaiba-kun." He adds in a mocking tone.

Despite the two attending the same school and having the same friends—did Kaiba truly count as a friend?—this had certainly been the first time Otogi had ever spoken to him. Of course it had to be a situation where the DDM master was forced to suck up to him for the sake of the store. Knowing just how petty the other could be it wouldn't shock Otogi any if there were scathing reviews left by him for not kissing his ass.

It's long past the end of the work day and Kisara is standing at an elevator waiting for it to stop on her floor. She should've left a few hours ago, but she was stuck in broken code hell. The white haired woman had been determined to find the problem in the code. As hours passed, the office got emptier and emptier until it was just her left in the coding department.

Finally, she'd figured out what the problem was and fixed it. Now she could get out of here.

A light flashes, signaling the elevator is about to stop and the doors pull themselves open. Looking inside with blue eyes, she see's only one person inside, her boss --- the companies ceo.

She dips her head to him politely, stepping into the elevator. "Good evening Mr. Kaiba." she says. She flashes him a smile, then turns to watch the doors to the elevator close.

It had been far too long since Yugi had seen his old rival, in his opinion.  After all that shit with Diva and going to the afterlife (oh did Yugi have some words), he couldn’t help but worry.  Sometimes the concern was stronger than the hurt and resentment of how things were left.  Sometimes it wasn’t.  Sometimes fear was stronger than both.  Fear of what he would say, what he would think, especially once he found out about...

His professor handed him the perfect excuse to rip the bandage off and weasel his way onto Kaiba’s radar again.  “Interview someone involved in game development,” she said.  “Try to get a feel for the industry.”

Yugi had plenty of questions for Kaiba.  Most would never reach his professor’s eyes.

It took him days to finally draft up an email he was satisfied with before sending it off to Kaiba’s inbox:

“Kaiba,

I got assigned a project for my game development class to interview someone involved in the industry.  I’d really appreciate if we could meet so I could ask you some questions.  I think we have a lot to talk about.

Yours,

Yugi Muto”

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         The young man had encountered her a few weeks ago when she was trying to case an Abstergo operation. They were getting close to a Piece of Eden and she couldn’t allow it to happen. But something about this man seemed familiar, like she had met him once before ages ago. Curiosity had her checking in on him occasionally, the man seemingly unaware of what the organization he worked for really did. So when he started remembering things, her suspicions seemed confirmed. Leaning back to regard him, she paused a moment before asking.

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When he gets the answer, that’s pretty much all he needs to know. He doesn’t know why he had the need to ask it but he’d assume it would be the better option to do it now than to search for Kaiba later to ask him when he was busy.

“Alright, thank you.” He nods in response. And now, new thoughts come to occur in his mind. Seto doesn’t need to do this— any of this. But he offered him a place to stay regardless. This raises the question, did he do it out of sheer goodness? Because Atem maybe still would be walking a long way to Domino City. Maybe Kaiba knew that would likely have been the case. That’s what Atem believes anyway. And for them to be there at the same time, he accepted it as something that was supposed to happen. That Seto was the first to find him. Atem’s lips open a centimeter while his mind is focused on that fact.

watching the CEO tinker with the cube in front of him was always an interesting sight to the pharaoh. seeing him so focused ( and oddly quiet ) whenever he works has probably become one of atem’s favorite sights. seto was truly a genius and seeing him in his element feels like he is being let inside such a vulnerable part of his world.   

though, the pharaoh can only stay so entertained. his warm smile with the affectionate stare turned into a pout with eyes expressing how he was now bored. both hands propping up his chin.