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  <title>A C.E.O.'s Rambles</title>
  <subtitle>Papers I have to get done by today</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Seto Kaiba</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-19T23:30:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:11119</id>
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    <title>Back</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T23:30:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T23:30:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"I'm Back" - Kaiba's Song from Yugioh CD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had that dream again. With Mokuba calling out to me for help and reaching and there was nothing I could do about it but watch helplessly as he was wataken by THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up sweating, Wishing all of this was just a horrible nightmare instead of real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the rod doesn't provide comfort like it use too. &lt;s&gt;All this magic is instane&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokuba, I promise I'll save you, no matter where you are I'll find you. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to get going again I suppose. Mira? Mira?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:10796</id>
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    <title>I'm happy I think...</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T04:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T04:46:15Z</updated>
    <category term="domino"/>
    <content type="html">Well, we're back home in Domino... at least for now.... guess we better refuel before we start looking for the door.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:10579</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-12-23T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T02:31:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T02:31:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, tomorrow's Christmas.. I wish I could spend it how I spend it every year. At home, in front of the fireplace in my armchair.. It's rather peaceful in a sense but at the same time.. I think.. why can't my employees be working?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:10306</id>
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    <title>Stocking</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T01:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T01:36:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="402"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="green" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="white" face="Arial"&gt;Xmas Stocking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="green"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/top.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/24/24683.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/bottom.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="red" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="white"&gt;leave a gift for blueeyed_kaiba&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="green" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="white"&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://xmas.combatcards.net/addgift.php"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="user_uid" value="24683"&gt;your username: &lt;input type="text" name="username" maxlength="30" size="20"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your gift: &lt;input type="text" name="gift" maxlength="30" size="25"&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;(30 characters or less)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="green" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="white"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="put gift in stocking"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="red" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xmas.combatcards.net/createstocking.php?parent_uid=24683"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="white"&gt;get your stocking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="red" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snoglondon.com" title="sponsor"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/sl.gif" border="0" alt="dating website" height="1" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:10046</id>
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    <title>Naughty or Nice?</title>
    <published>2006-12-04T02:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-04T02:27:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In June I didn't flush &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-1 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Sunday I set &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_blondewolf2' lj:user='blondewolf2' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://blondewolf2.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://blondewolf2.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;blondewolf2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s puppy on fire &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-66 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In September I pushed &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_buddingflower' lj:user='buddingflower' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://buddingflower.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://buddingflower.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;buddingflower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the mud &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-17 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In July I put gum in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bigbucks_rufus' lj:user='bigbucks_rufus' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bigbucks-rufus.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bigbucks-rufus.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbucks_rufus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s hair &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-12 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In April I pulled over and changed &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mokuba_bro' lj:user='mokuba_bro' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mokuba-bro.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mokuba-bro.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mokuba_bro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s flat tire &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(15 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-81 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a lump of coal&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;blueeyed_kaiba&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:9953</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-10-26T18:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T23:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T23:30:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just remembered yesterday I was a grey hair older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish.. I guess for this nightmare to end, go home and back to work, I hope my stocks are alright and see Mokuba again</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:9574</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-10-18T02:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T02:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T02:13:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, thanks to Roy. I finally found Mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least she's alive but I don't know how badly hurt she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are those people?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:9358</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-10-04T18:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T23:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T23:06:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;In walking in the forest back to the village, weakly I saw some familar figures in the distance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrra? Royy? Eddd? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fighting conscience I managed to get ten feet behind them before falling face flat, the last thing I remember was Mira smiling as a strange man held her in his arms&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:9080</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-09-28T12:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T17:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T23:34:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up... I was alone in the forest.. the Heartless gone, Roy was gone... and a note?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;opening a note&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from Roy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about where to find Mokuba... the only questions were; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Was Roy trust worthy?&lt;br /&gt;* What happened to Mira?&lt;br /&gt;* What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, now &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; am I suppose to find her?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:8947</id>
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    <title>Current Events</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T20:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T20:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In my search for Mira.. I came across a person, named Bradley.. at least that's what he &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt; his name was whether or not if that's the truth, I'm not sure but of course you don't go trusting a person who randomly smiles at you and wearing a military uniform. Something about his one eye.. it's kind of like Pegasus's millennium eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he tried to kill me with his sword and I blocked it with my rod, I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; found Mira and I swear to the "All Mighty Dollar" that if I wasn't around to save her she'd be in trouble. A Heartless was attacking her at the moment and a mind crush later, I destroyed it.. and Roy, of all the people.. but like I just said &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; trust a person in a uniform, was back stabbing us or rather was hired to bring Mira to someone.. well, I told him he'd have to get though me first.... and that's all I remember things went black then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yami no Kaiba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over my host's body and prepared a little "Shadow Game" with Roy.&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed inside the darkness of the Shadow Realm, the Duel Monster cards in my hosts deck came to life to fight against the "Heartless". &lt;br /&gt;After I destroyed one of the Heartless, I explained that, for each being destroyed here, our Life energy would be slowly drained......</content>
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    <title>Wandering</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T21:26:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T21:26:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, now that I'm well rested, let's see where Mira is..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:8283</id>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-09-12T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T23:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T23:32:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh! I slept so horrible in that bed... my mind kept thinking about Mokuba and Egypt for some reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sits up from bed and yawns&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we better get ready... there's a long day of fighting ahead of us</content>
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    <title>Dreams</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T14:36:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T16:48:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, I finally got to sleep.. that is too say after I left the mutt in his hut.&amp;nbsp; I went into another and Mira found her own as well. Locking the door, or more like blocking the door I should say. I climbed into bed and fell asleep...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: &lt;em&gt;Walking up in a cold sweat by myself in the middle if the night, I looked around. I had forgotten for a moment where I was..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing my locket...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mokuba, I promise you... I promise you I will save you.. be strong and hang in there till that time comes.... please."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then found myself drifting off to sleep again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blueeyed_kaiba:7809</id>
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    <title>For Mira</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T18:33:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T18:33:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="::Screened for Mira::"&gt;Listen, Mira I don't know what Marluxia, told you but do you think I would ever send someone in my place for a message? You have to understand that he's trying to tear the team apart not to mention annoy me. So, do yourself a favor and don't listen to him, OK? For all our friends who are still being held hostage sake.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Konohagakure</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T02:20:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T02:25:00Z</updated>
    <category term="ninja"/>
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    <lj:music>Go ninja go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, Yami and Envy, told me the only way for me to recuse Mokuba is to seal all the doorways and defeat all the nobodies and for some reason, Mira, is still mad at me. Yami better keep his promise.... so, now we're in Konohagakure. It seems like a ninja village, so I guess we'll stop here to rest for the night. Dragging Wheeler into the room whom was still hooked around my arm, unconscience I swear he shouldn't have come along, he's useless to us. Lying him on the ground I left him and went to find Mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokuba I promise I'll find you</content>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-08-27T16:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T21:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T21:34:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I'll Try</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Damn, Envy! Trying to push friendship on me like with Mira. Everyone knows I don't have it.  &lt;br /&gt;And now, Mokuba's been kidnapped.... again. I should try to find Roy as well, or someone who maybe knows Envy's weakness... to transform and mess with my mind making think Mokuba is in danger there's no way I could win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself and Mokuba.... that day we were taking a walk in the park after we were left in the orphanage, I remember even why I said it was because Mokuba thought walking in the park like we use to would bring father back, I told Mokuba and myself, that I would be his father........  &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Phone Call</title>
    <published>2006-08-25T22:41:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-25T22:41:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Warning: Rambling"&gt;I got another phone call again. It was from Mai. She asked me to come home early from work. I told I was busy working. She said I should "come to bed." I told her I'll sleep in my chair in the office if I fell asleep. She still told me to come to bed. I told her good - night and hang up. She doesn't understand how important my work is to me. It's my top priority, next to trying to beat Yuugi and raising Mokuba best I can and a top of all that, that millenium rod won't get out of my mind. It bothers me more than, my employees, and my give me headaches but I can put up with them just not it. Well, I'm behind on my coffee and my work&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>A slight discussion</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T03:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T03:54:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;staring at that golden rod, I knew there was something or &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; inside of it. Shaking my head at how stupid that sounds. Come on, isn't that like something that Yuugi would try to tell me out of his fairy tale hogwash?.... but still and all can't figure out what it is... it's as if I've known this person before... shakes head. Silly waste of time I know. I should worry about the more practical things.. such as work... and see how Mokuba is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only get that voice out of my head!&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-08-17T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T15:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T15:34:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I'm back from the American business trip. It went well expect my flight coming home was late and returned back to my office. I hope Mokuba's doing better. I've called the mansion but last I heard he still had a fever. He's probably fine now.</content>
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    <title>Back</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T03:13:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T03:13:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm heading to America for awhile for a business meeting. My plane schedule is August 7th till the 15th. So, Mira, you'll just have to take care of yourself in Domino and you have permission to stay in the mansion in the GUEST room. Oh, and Mokuba you can come with if you want too.</content>
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    <title>11 am Domino Time</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T03:42:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T03:42:41Z</updated>
    <category term="dream"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Private III: Firewall"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeler is laughing and pointing as I was on the ground in the rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's the dog, now, Kaiba?"&lt;br /&gt;I ... I lost.... How... how could I lose?&amp;nbsp;as my pupils shank&lt;br /&gt;laughing from Wheeler continues&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I let someone else mop the floor with me.. how? How is that possible?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at hands that are melting&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......waking up.....breathing heavily.......&lt;br /&gt;I... I... lost...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock. Knock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kaiba?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Doctors come in.&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling alright, sir? You were screaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause...... at that moment I relieved that I was sweating horribly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I feel better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing me the doctors had to take my temperature to make sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;98.2... You're back to&amp;nbsp;normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00A am?!&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they restained me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Kaiba you just get over your illness, you shouldn't be going&amp;nbsp;to work.&lt;br /&gt;As your doctors, we think it's best you stay home today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laid back down and they left. I was all&amp;nbsp;alone again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Along with being further into my self&amp;nbsp; pity as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Grabs pen and paper adnd starts to write&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>8 am Domino Time</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T15:01:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T15:02:21Z</updated>
    <category term="kc doctors"/>
    <category term="fever"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt; There I was.... lying in bed, I felt warm yet, I had a cold shiver going down my spine that I just couldn't get rid of. The KC doctors, took the my temperture... 103 degrees, they said. I felt fine. I wasn't sick. Back in my PJs I tried to get up, but my doctors wouldn't let me.. "And where do you think you're going, Mr. Kaiba?" &lt;br /&gt;"Work" was my reply&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, you're not."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?... I'm not that sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they forced me to lie back down in bed and shoved some medicine forcefully&lt;br /&gt;into my mouth. "There with that a little rest you should be fine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep? I didn't want to go back to dreaming. Besides, why should I live with that phrase echoing in my head, about losing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late, there was nothing I could do... the medicine kicked in and I found myself drifting off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;My finals thoughts were, "How could I miss work? I'd never missed a day in my life." &lt;/i&gt; </content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>blueeyed_kaiba @ 2006-07-20T11:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T16:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T16:58:14Z</updated>
    <category term="lighting"/>
    <category term="death"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Private: Firewall"&gt;"LOSING MEANS DEATH, SETO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thunder cracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waking up in start, sweating and panting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was that dream again.&amp;nbsp; I heard the old man's voice yelling me that from beyond the grave, losing means death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing our foster father tried to teach me most of all, it was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never felt so, cold and sweaty before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;or it's at least been a while.&amp;nbsp; I sat&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there still spaced out and finally came back to reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room, and from the looks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;of outside of the french doors, raining..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;a thunder storm to be more correct.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking at the alarm clock next to me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; 4: 30am.... I still have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;time left to sleep, however,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to sleep. I'll just&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;go back to&amp;nbsp;those dreams of my former youth&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;when we were adopted. I don't need sleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I can function without it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; Tossing the covers off, I made my way over&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the bathroom to start my day with&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;a shower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>Times</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T16:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T16:23:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Click"&gt;6:00 AM : Wake up alarm with radio news caster on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 to 6:20 AM : Quick morning shower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20 to 6:30 AM : Breakfast: cup of black coffee and newspaper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 to 7:00 AM :Newspaper and stock quote check for the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;School days: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 to 7:46 AM : 1st period: P.E. Class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 to 8:36 AM : 2nd Period: A.P. English 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40 to 9:55 AM : 3rd Period: A.P. Networking 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:59 to 10:45 AM : 4th Period: A.P. Computer Science 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49 to 11:35 AM : 5th Period: Lunch - well, really, just a nice book to read. They don't serve coffee DAMN IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:39 to 12:25 PM : 6th Period: A.P. Social Studies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:29 to 1:15 PM : 7th Period: A.P. Philosophy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:19 to 2:05 PM : 8th Period: A.P. Web Design &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:09 to 2:55 PM : 9th Period: Honors Physics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:59 to 3:45 PM : 10th Period: Honors Trigonometry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:49 to 6:30 PM : Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 to 6:50 PM : Dinner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 to 2:00 AM : Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 to 6:00AM : Sleeping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Non - school days:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 to 1:30 PM : Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 to 2:00 PM : Lunch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 to 6:30 PM : Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 to 6:50 PM : Dinner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 to 2:OO AM : Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 to 6:00 AM : Sleeping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** please note that "work" refers to Company work and School work**&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>AfterMath</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T00:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T00:48:07Z</updated>
    <category term="blue eyes"/>
    <category term="shadow"/>
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    <lj:music>Theme of Legato - Trigun CD</lj:music>
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&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="conclusion"&gt;So, Wheeler lost the duel last night. Wow, like that's a shocker. He just got too cocky and that's where is messed up, and the fact he also took my Blue Eyes White Dragon, no one and I mean &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE &lt;/strong&gt;takes my Dragon and gets away with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So, he got his just desserts. It's Monday, so, guess I better,&amp;nbsp; check the mail box for any bills that need to be paid.&amp;nbsp; Prehaps stop back at the mansion as well, see how Mokuba is, since I've been gone for awhile on this wild goose hunt for these key holes, hopefully, he didn't go and get himself kidnapped again. I swear every time I'm out of the picture for X amount of time, Mokuba is either being or has been kidnapped or someone is trying to take Kaiba Corps. from me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler, wants a rematch. I don't see why he wants to humiliate himself so badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He just refuses to admit that he'll &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;beat me or Yuugi.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;opens the door to the mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mokuba! Mokuba!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7:40?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He should be home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walks upstairs to Mokuba's room and opens the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mokuba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turning head around the room&lt;br /&gt;That's odd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Quick movement behind me&lt;br /&gt;sharply turns around and looks in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;following a shadow downstairs.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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