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Seto's original intention when taking a walk had been clearing his head with the exercise. When he'd considered turning back, though, he remembered what awaited him at home and simply continued walking in a moment of escapism. The Kaiba property was large and sprawling, connected at the back to a forest rather than the end of another piece of owned land. He wasn't sure where the Kaiba-owned part of the forest ended, but it didn't matter much to him at the moment.

Mokuba wasn't speaking to him. Perhaps understandably so, to a degree, but given the circumstances, Seto felt he was entitled some understanding, at least. Or an opportunity to further explain himself. But Mokuba wasn't old or mature enough to be more rational, so he chose to shun Seto's attempts at explaining himself instead.

He knew it shouldn't bother him as much as it did, but he couldn't do much about it. Being cooped up in his room, stewing over the situation with his brother and trying to figure out how to multiply his allotted funds by ten times was giving him pains and right now, he didn't want to deal with that.

So he went for a walk.

But the forest seemed to go on forever. Seto eventually found a river, and figuring it was as good a landmark to follow as any, he walked alongside it downstream. He wondered where it let out. Likely in some small pond in the woods, or perhaps a drain. Maybe he wouldn't find out. He'd have to go back to the mansion eventually...

Eventually would be some time later, though. He wasn't sure how long he walked, since the trees obscured the sun, but he continued until his feet were beginning to get sore. It was only then that he stopped and took in his surroundings with the intention of getting his bearings, did he notice just how far off from home he was. The air smelled odd and stale, and was heavy, as if something in it he couldn't see was settling on his skin. Either it was more humid, or he was nearing the city.

He kept walking along the river, though. If he'd made it this far, he may as well get all the way there.

It felt better being outside anyways. In the open air, he could think clearly about things, what he needed to do, especially concerning his brother. Over dinner, he'd been too short with him. His temper had gotten the best of him, and Mokuba didn't deserve that. No matter how frustrating his younger brother could become, Seto had to remain calm and understanding. He was just a child still.

Watching the water rush between the banks, he paused as a fish flopped out, splashing the water before settling back into the foam. It interested him. Seto rarely ever got to see live animals up close anymore, and as a child, his mother kept a koi fish pond in their backyard. They'd sit out there together, sticking their toes into the water as the fish nibbled on them, waiting for Seto's father to return from work. His mother would teach him outside, math equations, English, and complex vocabulary words... It all came so easy for Seto to remember. It was like a game.

But now she was dead. Turning away from the water, Seto headed towards what sounded like cars. He couldn't make it out well yet, but there was a blaring that went off suddenly, and it reminded him of downtown Domino.

However, he didn't think the mansion sat so close to the city. The drive into Domino was usually long, Seto knew that. It took at least half an hour to get there, and he hadn't been wandering alone for maybe an hour before hearing things. It couldn't be that close, and crossing his arms, he looked around several times before becoming slightly confused over his location.

Kaiba Mansion was to the north. He wouldn't get lost.

Gozaburo was in Tokyo, on business. That meant he wouldn't be back for several days, and usually that would have been something to celebrate, but his brother was giving him the silent treatment, ruining any chance at apologizing. The kid had managed to lock Seto out, and someone was sneaking meals to his room as he refused everyone else, probably one of the younger maids...

Giving out a frustrated sigh, Seto picked up a rock from the ground and threw it sharply at the water. Several fish splashed from the commotion, going all over before everything settled again, and he could hear someone yell "Oi!" before turning his head to see who it was, eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation.

"Who's there?" Demanded a boy nearby. He appeared to be about Seto's age, though he was shorter and of darker complexion. Despite looking and sounding Japanese, his hair was blond. Seto wondered if he dyed it, since his eyebrows were black...

"You scared off the fish, you prick!" The stranger yelled in frustration. From the look of things, he'd been attempting to catch something. "Who do you think you are?"

Seto wasn't accustomed to strangers addressing him in such a way. Then again, most people knew who he was upon first meeting. He didn't get out and socialize with strangers often. This particular person appeared volatile and frustrated.

"None of your business," answered Seto, picking up a stone and purposely throwing it into the water again, "I'll do as I please."

He turned to walk away, not exactly looking for any sort of confrontation. Not that he couldn't take care of himself, but it was unnecessary and he had better things to do than pick a fight with some Jap trash teenager with a bad attitude. From the sound of his voice, or rather his accent, he wasn't exactly well to do, and turning his nose up slightly from snobbery, Seto decided not to talk to him.

Besides, who dyed their hair blond? Why would anyone want to look American or European? Maybe he was slightly influenced by already being half American, thanks to his mother's side, but he didn't see the appeal. People hated racial diversity, and Gozaburo picked on him enough over his appearance. It didn't help that he picked up his mother's lazy Osakan accent as well...

Why did she have to learn Japanese from that district?

"Hey!" Yelled the stranger again. He sounded as if he was walking after Seto. More stomping, really. "You can't just show up and screw with me and walk off! I don't like assholes, and you aren't making me change my opinion."

Seto was hoping that if he continued walking and ignored him, maybe he'd turn back. Such was not the case. The other boy caught up to him fairly quickly, and Seto turned to face him when he did. Honestly, for all the shouting he was doing, he didn't look that angry. Irritated and defensive, yes. But genuinely angry or territorial...not particularly. Maybe he was just embarrassed. Or trying to prove something.

"Yeah well, I don't either. So how about you go back to your fishing, and leave me alone?" Said Seto, not even hiding the sneer that was appearing on his face, "I'm sure considering your class, or lack thereof, you might actually need whatever you can catch..."

That gave him a hard glare, but Seto didn't care. He continued walking off, trying not to trip over crap on the ground while heading back towards the mansion. Ever since leaving the orphanage, he had no desire to form relationships with people his own age. Kids were mean, and teenagers, meaner, and naturally distrusting of everyone, he found no reason to associate with anyone he didn't already know well.

Which was really only his own brother.

"What was that? What are you, some rich prick?" The boy seethed, now glaring with more heat. "You don't have any right to insult a complete stranger like that."

Seto felt a hand on his shoulder, and was yanked sharply so he spun around and faced the blond again.

"And quit walking off! I'll follow you all the way back to your house if I have to, kid, and you don't want that."

"Kid?" Responded Seto back, removing the teenager's hand before becoming slightly more aggressive and closing the space between them, "I'm probably older than you, by the looks of it. Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders? Regardless, I'm going and if you have any sense at all, you won't follow me home. I have security."

"So you are some rich guy," the blond scoffed, "Now I really don't like you. Explains why you think you can run around doing whatever you want, too."

He crossed his arms, scowling angrily. Seto raised an eyebrow. Most the people he encountered were carefully poised and schooled their faces with expert precision. This boy was like an open book, completely unguarded.

"I don't care what kind of security you have. Either tell me who you are, or I'm not going to leave you alone."

"My name is Takahashi Seto-sama," he lied, his face too stoic to betray himself, "And that's all you need to know."

And becoming impatient again, he headed back towards Gozaburo's property. The stranger did not need to know his real name, considering everyone had heard of Kaiba before. It was as commonly said as Domino, considering it controlled more of the city than the local government did. Most of the best jobs in town were employed by his adoptive father, so not wanting to make trouble for himself (the kid might try kidnapping him, if he wasn't careful), Seto gave out a blatant lie.

"So leave me alone, twerp."

"Not yet, Takahashi," Jonouchi said, the false name with a punctuated lack of honorifics, "What are you doing out here? All the rich people live uptown or on the outskirts, and you're pretty far away from both."

His expression grew a little odd-almost dark. He huffed, meeting Seto's eyes as he continued.

"You know, if you keep stomping around acting like you are, something bad might happen to you in this part of town."'

"I can handle myself just fine," Seto warned, "And I'm heading back. Unless you'd like me to disappear on you so you become lost in the woods, I suggest you do the same. I already told you who I am, so fuck off already."

The blond boy was getting on his nerves. He was rude and disrespectful, for one, and his accent was bothersome. He said everything in such a scrambled way, Seto couldn't understand the words all the time, and although Gozaburo said he sounded like a hick, the strange boy was worse. Everything sounded so hard and crass, and wrinkling his nose, Seto started walking faster actively trying to ditch him.

"Hey!" The blond called obnoxiously again. "Where are you going? Don't tell me you walked all this way just to turn around again."

His footsteps sounded as if they were getting closer very quickly. He was fast, fast enough that he was gaining on Seto after a good delay.

"You don't act like you get down here that much. It's a waste to go back to the other royalty before taking some time here."

"There's nothing here of interest to me," said Seto, "And I don't see why you'd care what I do with my time anyways. Don't you have a meal to catch?"

He really wanted to be left alone. The insults weren't working, and turning around and crossing his arms, he hoped just looking ill-mannered would make the teen go away. There was only one person who Seto could spend time without that didn't make his head begin to ache, and that person was too busy ignoring him for childish reasons...

"I've never liked the city anyways. Too full of people and it reeks."

"You get used to the smell after a while," Jonouchi quipped, "And you of all people shouldn't get huffy about it. That smell is caused by factories that rich bastards like you built. Besides, places are boring without people around. Being crowded doesn't suck as much as loneliness."

The blond had his hands clasped behind his neck, and seemed to be well recovered from his temper. He also seemed interested, strangely enough. Perhaps even a little...friendly.

"I dunno about you, though. You aren't as smart as other rich assholes I've met. You can't be, since you stopped to argue with some stranger in the middle of the fuckin' woods."

He smirked, scratching the back of his neck as Seto scowled at him. He was at the end of his rope with this obnoxiously crude person.

"You know, it gets pretty quiet and lonesome here outside the city proper. It even makes you good company. I promise I won't beat your ass if you stick around, so you don't need to storm off in a huff..."

"... No."

Seto continued walking off. He didn't even bother explaining his answer, he was just becoming too fed up to listen to that guy talk as he wasted valuable time in the woods. Didn't he have a challenge to figure out? It wouldn't come to him unless he dedicated some time thinking over it, and he already felt foolish for talking to that punk for longer than what was necessary. It was a complete waste of time, and nothing good would come from talking with low class street trash.

"I have things to get done."

At least that would let the guy down easy. He didn't want to completely insult him, since for whatever reason, the blond was trying to be nice. Or give him a false sense of security so he could lure him into the city and jump him. Whichever. For all Seto knew, maybe the kid knew who he was and really did plan on kidnapping him.

"Pfft. Whatever...I get it, you're too important."

The blond waved a hand dismissively and turned, walking back to his fishing hole. He hadn't seemed overly upset (if he had been, he probably would have been more violent), but Seto still listened for his footsteps as he continued his walk.

"It's not like that. And I don't even know who you are, so you shouldn't feel all offended that I won't go walking into a city alone with you."

"Smarter than fighting in the woods," the boy shrugged, still not facing Seto, "But it doesn't matter. I doubt you live anywhere near here, and I don't envy the walk you have ahead of you."

He turned, flashing an unexpected grin of triumph.

"But since you're heading in the opposite direction of the city, I guess that means you live on the outskirts in one of those mansions, right? You're less mysterious every second, Takahashi."

"I wasn't trying to be in the first place," snorted Seto, rolling his eyes, "And you still haven't given me your name."

Not that it really mattered. It couldn't be connected to anything important, and shaking his head for even asking, Seto hurried himself, making his stride wider as he crossed through the underbrush. Thankfully he wasn't wearing that ridiculous white outfit like he usually did, sticking to just slacks and a polo shirt, like what he used to wear as a child. It wasn't as comfortable as less formal looking clothes, but he didn't like dressing cheap, and Gozaburo hated casual wear.

"But I highly doubt you'll be sharing that with me anytime soon, so how about you stop stalking me? I really do have things to do, believe it or not, and I can tell just by the way you're breathing, this walk has you winded."

"Yeah, well, if I get too tired to walk, I could always make you sit down," came the grumbled retort, "But since you care so much about a commoner like me, I'll tell you that my family name is Jonouchi."

"How quaint," snickered Seto, "Well Jonouchi, it was a pleasure meeting you. Now go away already."

"Glad you like it," Jonouchi replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "And you're the one who dragged out the goodbye, you know. I was done talking ages ago."

He turned and started walking back to his fishing hole again, determinedly facing forward. Seto had the feeling that he was attempting to get the last word, for some childish satisfaction. And not being baited, he didn't say anything else in response. The loser could have his last word, it wasn't like Seto was ever going to see him again.

Although there was something slightly satisfying about talking to someone his own age. He didn't have to be so formal for one, and after having spent so much time dealing with people twice his age, the change was a little... refreshing.

Maybe his adventure into the woods wasn't a complete waste after all.
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