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Azurite: Never

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Seto and Kisara Dark AU

Azurite

One: Never


Never have I had an easy life, despite the flawed assumption that my wealth dictates the happiness of my existance. I was born into a rich household, damaged it, left abandoned, then taken back into my original family. During my childhood I have switched from private to home school depending on who was head of the house at the time. Since all of my siblings were grown and rich and superbly afluenzic, I have never much known or cared for them. In public school the more genuine of the brood veered away from me while the greedy seeds flocked towards the aspect of easy money. Unfortunately for them I had rather liked lonliness even in the days of my adolescence, so I isolated myself from every crowd and potential friend. As I grew into a young woman I was later ostracized for being apathetic and anti-social. At least now I don't have to actually try and keep people from being my friend.

Because at this point everyone pretty much hates me.

Not that I have ever remotely cared. I just want to get my life over with before anyone starts an uproar about something I have done that would explode the tabloid world. God forbid me just leaving society and becoming a hermit. No one cares about a hermit. Actually, the only thing seperating me from being a hermit is my wealth. I think it's out of pure laziness that I'm not currently lighting my money on fire an dancing in the flames singing "And I set fire, to the rain...".

Presently, I go to a charter high school for either the wealthy or incredibly talented. I used to believe that it was just for the ingenius or gifted, but then I met this dork named Joey who, and being bluntly honest, was slightly dumber than SyFy movie concepts at best. On one rare occasion where I had to actually speak in front of the class, the topic being about underappreciated scientist and my choice of person being someone with the first name Dick, I heard the blonde mutter something a little too loud than he meant to.

"Pfft. She said 'dick'."

The more immature of the class giggled whilst I stared daggers at his cocky, arrogant face.

"Do you have a reason for acting like a child or are you just that desperate for attention?"

He narrowed his eyes at me as his voice rose. "No, but I prefer to act like a child than pretending to be an adult like a certain white-haired rich chick."

The teacher had already demanded that we settle down, but I refused. They say that meeting someone on their level is wrong, but acting like you're on a higher pedistal doesn't fix the problem. "If you really want to act like a child then pretend to still be in your mother's womb so you can be aborted and save us the agony of your existance."

That lead to my first detention. Right after my first punch to the face and my first kicking of someone's ass. As the police seperated us, I heard threats of court and law suits. Not that I was worried; I myself can bribe the cops out and hire an exemplorary team of laywers if it comes down to it. As for detention... it's just one thing I'll have to deal with. It's detention, it's not like it's going to kill me or anything.

I sat at my temporary desk in a class I was unfamiliar with. The young male teacher, who I believed to be a new freshman math teacher of the sorts, seemed calm and even tempered as he gave next to no effort of enforcing intimidation upon me and the other three students in the class. I was the only female student present; there was a young angsty-looking scene kid etching something on the desk three seats in front of me. To my far right and one row ahead sat a slightly overweight kid around my age with a buzz-cut and glazed look in the eye. I don't remember ever seeing him do anything that day but stare at the board and breathing like a beached whale. At the front of the room, closest to the teacher, sat one of those "gangster" kids who smacked his lips every few minutes and groaned over-dramatically in suit of the previous action. And then there was me; the bizarre looking girl with icicle colored hair with a custom black uniform jacket (as opposed to the usual and revolting cherry blossom pink) and a dead-pan.

We were told to do homework, but as I had finished it all ages ago, I simply started writing dark poetry in my notes. I've never much been keen on showcasing or promoting my skills in the fine arts as I had been conditioned/forced into them as a child and thus mastered quite a few talents. However, aside from poetry, all of my "art" is mechanical and emotionless, and I recall that as a child I would draw sad people and ghosts; not like Casper ghosts, more on the lines of the ghosts that little boy saw on the Sixth Sense. Everyone got scared, so I never drew again unless it was manditory, and when it was I carved smiles onto the picture with great mental force. With poetry, barely anyone has the patience for mundane complex words that do and don't rhyme. Not that I cared, since I'm the only person who can translate my writings.

I heard lightning strike outside, and I must admit that I jumped a little, as did everyone. I grimaced at the realization that I'll have to trudge home in a downpour without an umbrella (my parents never cared to pick me up and I barely ever burden our hired help). Not even a few seconds after the strike, there was someone knocking on the door. The teacher answered the door, "Hello?"

The person outside, who I did not see as I had my eyes glued to a blank piece of paper, replied, "Hey can I come in for a moment?"

I heard the teacher grunt, which I assumed was accompanied by a nod as the next thing I knew the door shut and was followed by two sets of footsteps. Out of sheer bland curiousity I glanced up to see the owner of the deep rhaspy voice of the unkown male. I had expected him to be a middle-aged man with villainous characteristics, but instead I was caught off guard by the sight of a lanky swimmer's-build young man with dirty brown hair and deep, dark, azure eyes. He wore damaged dark grey jeans and one of those blue plaid jackets with thick grey sleeves and hood. His converse sneakers were severely worn out and drenched in mud, which I attributed to the weather. He was such an odditey to me... He seemed slightly older than me, incredibly poor, and clealry not a student here judging by his attire.

The young man caught my eyes and waved at me wearing a warm smile. Immediately, I was disgusted. My eyes darted back down to my blank paper as I tried to regain my focus to my previous task. I had hoped that the young man just came in to speak with the teacher (I deduced that he was most likely his relative) and leave me be.

But today was not my day now was it?

The sound of footsteps neared my seat as my bored frown evolved into an annoyed scowl. Please don't sit by me. Please don't sit by me. Please don't sit by me. He sat by me.

"Ouch," He muttered, "What happened to your eye?"

I waited for the teacher to silence him, but nothing happened. Obviously he must be a relative or friend.

"Hey. Hey you hear me?" He shoved my shoulder.

"Quit," I snapped at him in a low voice.

"It was just a question."

"That was just and answer."

There was a silence followed by another loud crack of thunder followed by the sound of heavy rainfall beating against the roof. I looked up towards the front of the room at the clock. I only had five minutes left.

"You seem worried."

I looked to the stranger sitting to my immediate right for the first time. He had some sort of aloof expression, I believe. "You shouldn't care about that."

"What if I want to worry about it?"

"You shouldn't."

"What if I already do?"

"Don't."

"How about you quit being a complete bitch for ten seconds at let someone be nice to you for once."

I wanted to retort, but I had lost my will for fighting him by then, so I simply turned to face the windows to the left. My face felt hot from anger and I was on the verge of getting a second detention plus jail time for killing this strange young man. By that point I think I actually wanted to be out in the rain. Better than being trapped with that brown-headed asshole.

Finally I heard the timer on the administrator's phone go off as we all rose to exit this hellhole. As I left, I refused to let myself look to the right at the strange dingy-looking man. The other three students went in the direction of the gym while I decided to take the route that led to the exit by the Agg Room. Yet again I heard footsteps coming my way.

I stopped, merely stopped and not turned in his direction, and crossed my arms. "Don't you know when you're not wanted?"

"Actually," he said as he brought himself to a halt not too far behind me, "I was never wanted. I'm an orphan. More than that, I'm an orphan who was never adopted. So I know what it's like to be unwanted. Never that I really cared."

"Sorry-"

"Don't apalogize unless you mean it."

So I remained quiet.

"Anyways," he continued, "I want to say sorry for calling you a bitch."

I smirked. "Didn't you just say to only apalogize when you mean it?"

"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch," he repeated.

My smirk faded. "What do you want from me?"

"...Huh?"

Now I turned towards him. "I don't even know who the fuck you are, and yet you act like we're best fucking friends for fucking ever. Who the hell are you anyways?"

He grinned and chuckled a little bit. "I'm Seto fucking Kaiba, a fucking hobo trying to be your fucking friend."

"Well, I don't like friends."

"How would you know? You've never had any."

Seto did have a point, as much as I hate to admitt it. However I liked being alone- it was all I ever was and all I ever wanted to be.

"Well," Seto continued, "why would you want to be alone?"

In a brief moment of weakness, I let my emotional barrier down, which I didn't catch in time to stop myself. "You're not the only one whose never been wanted."

Before I knew it, his arms were locked around me tightly with my head almost being forced into his shoulder. I've never been hugged. And whenever anyone tried I'd slip out of the embrace and did whatever I could to keep them away from me. In this moment, on the other hand, I was much too confused to do much of anything. Not that I minded the gesture. This time.

"Seto?"

"Hm?"

"Can you let me go now?"

"Oh." He released his grip on me as if I had just said I had a flesh eating disease. "Sorry... uh... what's your name?"

I bit my lip. I didn't even know this guy. He was weird and filthy and seemed all too intrigued with my life. What if he was a rapist or psychotic serial killer?

I turned and began to walk down the stairs. "Why do you want to be my friend so badly?"

I could hear him following behind me. "Because I like you- Not like that! I mean, I respect you."

"Why?"

Seto sighed, still tailing me. "Do you want me to get on my knees and grovel or can you safice with what I just said?"

As I reached the double doors on the bottom floor, I allowed him to advance to my side. "Do you expect me to trust some random homeless guy like you? How do I know you won't murder me and keep my organs in jars for you to reheat and eat with your T.V. dinner?"

He grinned yet again. "I don't think I'm capable of killing you. Seeing what you did to that Brooklyn kid earlier."

He was there? I don't remember seeing him. Or maybe he just meant that he heard it from some messanger bird or online gossip. Most likely through gossip.

I pointed at my dark eye with my other hand resting on my hip. "The bastard still got a good hit i-"

Before the fist could make contact with my face, I swatted away his arm and jabbed him in the gut, earning him empty lungs a loud painful gasp. After throwing him to the ground I began rummaging through my backpack for my phone so I could report the assault.

I heard Seto cough and wheeze so I turned to see him getting up to his knees, looking at me. "Well... That blonde kid... at least got... one hit in... I just got my ass handed to me..." That last sentance made him weak again so he paused for more air. "If you can... If you can wail on me like you just did... I don't see how you could be afraid of anything..."

I now had my phone in my hand, but I couldn't bring myself to call the police. "You were... testing me?"

"If you wanna call it that..." Seto gave me a thumb's up. "A-fucking-plus."

For the first time in my life, I found myself lost for words. He let me beat him up and almost get him arrested just to prove a point? It was the most idiotic thing I've ever seen someone do! My eyes, sharp from the adrenaline, caught sight of his sweet smile. It was so genuine... That I could almost vomit. His positivity was revolting and mocking me in a way; like he was saying that he was happy even though he was a beaten down homeless young adult and yet I was miserable beinga rich priviladged teen. And still... despite all of my resentment, judgement, and jealousy, I couldn't bring myself to dial those three simple numbers. I couldn't bring myself to reject him.

Eventually I regained my composure so as I could address him. "Seto, are you going to be okay? Or do you need the ambulance?

"Can't really afford medical bills," he answered with a hint of sarcasm.

I crossed my arms. "I'll pay for everything. It's no tragedy for me to lose a few thousand dollars."

"Then no I'm fine. Unless you tell me your name."

"What?"

"I'm afraid that unless you tell me your name my kidneys will implode and I'll die of blood and kidney loss." The next part he said with a fake sense of despair. "Oh no... The light... Oh... No Rose don't let go... I can fit on the raft... Don't let the iceburg get me... I don't have an Oscar yet and oh no the light's coming back no...!"

"Kisara." I just blurted it out to get this over with. "My name is Kisara."

"Kisara what?"

"You're pushing it."

"Okay! That's fine." Seto stood back up and dusted off his pants, which was futile as they were beyond saving at this point. "Kisara's pretty enough. It can just stand by itself."

I half-expected him to blurt out that he didn't mean it romantically, but he never did. He must not have caught the unintended double meaning.

He then proceeded towards the doors and opened them to the dark grey sky and pouring rain. "Well it's a beautiful day in the neighboorhood!"

I facepalmed, which, like hugging, never happened to me. "Dear God Seto..."

"What? You don't want me to walk you home?"

"Well, actually if you want you can come stay in our guest room or something for a little until you find a job or-"

"No," he said bluntly. "I wouldn't like that."

He held out his hand to me. At first I reached out for it, but then my instincts kept telling me that something was wrong. I looked back up (up because he was taller) to Seto and saw his welcoming blue eyes and charming face. Maybe if I had made actual friends before this point to fall back on, or maybe if I hadn't let myself be swooned by some heart throb with chesnut hair and azurite eyes things might have been different for me. Different, not better. So I ignored my instincts and latched onto his hand in confidence.

I could never regret that descision.
When you read this it may seem really weird.
It's probably on purpose.
You know how like at the end of the Sixth Sense it turns out Bruce Willis was a ghost the entire time and then you go back and rewatch the movie and you see all the things you though were weird and you're like, "ohhhhhhhh that makes sense now"?

Yyyyyeah that's what this kinda gonna be like.
Aside from the Bruce Willis Ghost thing.
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TumbleZee's avatar
I loved it !! Its interesting to see Seto and Kisaras personalitys different , it works !! LOL Mr. Roggers "its a beautiful day in the neighborhood" I loved his show when I was a kid!