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Assassin
By Shardy

Don't ask where I thought up this story. I was just sitting around being bored when all of a sudden, I was like, 'hey, wouldn't it be cool if Kaiba was a girl???' o_O Yeah, that's how I felt, too.

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The bell rings over the PA system, signaling the end of seventh period. 17- year-old Seto Kaiba marches down the hall to his locker in his usual bad- ass manner. The school day is over. It is time to go back to the gateway to Hell known as Kaiba Corp.

It is like this everyday. Kaiba wakes up every morning at 5:30. He goes to school, does the work (except English, he usually sleeps in English), goes to the office, does work, goes home, dinner at seven, homework at eight usually interrupted by more company work because those damn people still refuse to believe that the CEO has a year and a half of high school left and cannot miss another his assignments, and basically speaking, Kaiba does not go to bed until about oh, 11:00, 11:30. If he's lucky.

No wonder he is such an ass! Lack of proper sleep, overwork, and extreme pressure causing more of his fair share of stress EXCLUDING the pressure and stress caused by the imbalanced chemicals and raging hormones that comes with the cures known as puberty.yep, that would pretty much do it to just about anybody. Kaiba desperately needs a vacation before his blood pressure explodes out of his brain. And that, ladies and gentlemen, would be a very messy situation.

Okay, now that I have finished defending myself that you probably didn't even listen to anyway, I can stop speaking in third person now.

As I was saying, I was on my way to my locker when it all happened, when I had a run-in with the chick that got me into this mess in the first place. She was a freshman I guess, small, delicately built, shy, quiet, okay so I've never met her before. Which was why I was surprised to see her standing by my locker.

"May I help you?" I ask tonelessly. Like I would actually help her?

She blushed a bit, quivering under my gaze. I love doing that to people. The power! "I...I-I-I...I..." she stuttered like I put her on a blender and pushed the high button.

"What?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, showing my ever-growing impatience.

She thrust a rose in my face, a bright red rose, like the color of blood. "I.I know you are too busy to have a girlfriend, but still, I really like you. I want you to have this."

Any other guy would have thought it was sweet; have taken the rose gracefully, or blush like an idiot, or pee in his pants. But I'm not any other guy. I glared sharply at her. "I didn't ask for a rose," I snarled. BR> She took a step back as if I had slapped her for no reason. "But...it's for you," she protested weakly.

"I don't want it. You can take that cheap weed back to whatever trailer park store you got it from." Harsh, I admit, but I wasn't about to fall prey to some chit lusting after my money. It has happened too many times before and I was sick of it.

The rose fell out of her hand. Tears spilled from her large eyes and she ran away, sobbing loudly. I rolled my eyes. Girls. They were so over-emotional.

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I leaned against the window, taking a snooze from where I had left off in fifth period English (my worst subject. I hate grammer and I couldn't care less about classic literature!!!) as Andrew drove me and my little brother, Mokuba, to the office from school in my sleek black limo. Usually, I drive myself and Mokuba to and from school in my own car, but lately I have been just too damn tired. I'm not sure how long I could make it with only less than six hours of sleep each night. Maybe I should drop out of school. I had enough money to live veeeeery comfortably for the rest of my life.

But what kind of example would that be to Mokuba? I'm practically a parent here!

It's a rather long ride to the office from the high school. I sank lower and lower into blissful unconciousness, the window glass a welcoming cool against my heated forehead. As I dozed off, which I have been doing a lot lately, I did not see the black car with tinted windows drive up beside us, nor the sun reflecting off the barrel of a pistol sticking out from one of the windows.

I awoke to my own window shattering in a million flashing fragments, and a searing pain in my side as though my nerve endings had exploded into flames. I didn't even have the strength to cry out as I pitched forward onto the floor.

"SETO...!!!" I heard Mokuba scream. The shooting continued and the limo swerved as Andrew hit the accelerator, racing down the freeway.

It suddenly became difficult to breathe. The fire grew as something thick, wet, and warm oozed over my school uniform. A copperish, scalding taste began to push up my throat and flow over my mouth. It tasted awful but I was too tired, just too damn tired, to wipe it away. Mokuba sounded far away, like he had been nothing more than a fading memory. Bright reds and blues flashed in my mind as darkness quickly descended.

That was the last thing I remember.

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