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Manaka was terribly lost. She hadn’t been here long, so it was difficult for her to find her way. She couldn’t ask for help or directions, only relying on what other people remembered. Was there something happening? A crowd had formed next to the fence that surrounded them all. They were yelling things that she couldn’t make out. Manaka was attracted to the crowd, to the light of the butterflies like a moth. She gathered up the memories as they yelled at the fence. And then she collapsed for exhaustion.
Slowly her eyes came open again, everyone was gone, and there was only a tiny butterfly that fell down to rest at her fingers. The memory of a dragon, a big blue one with white eyes. It was amazing, though Manaka didn’t feel anything like awe from the memory. Other butterflies could be seen in the distance. They were like a bread crumb trail that led her stumbling over to a man in a trench coat, who looked like he was the only person left. Had he seen the dragon?
Where did all the people go? I still didn’t get to learn why they were there. Now now there’s this person, with the memory of a dragon. And there’s a brother too, and a friend with spiky hair. This person has a lot of friends. They’re all so close, so why do their memories feel cold? I want to learn more, I want to make them happy.
She could only look at them with a pained smile, saying nothing.
{ This place was a j o k e.
The residents were no better, a bunch of idiots with no idea where they were (though truthfully, Kaiba didn't either, spawning some of his frustrations) or what they were doing-- they flocked like a bunch of sheep to blindly follow tactics that clearly weren't going to work, something the teen didn't deem worth his time in pointing out. If they wanted to pander around like a bunch of fools then that was their problem, and on the off-chance that any of them managed to stumble across an actual weak point in this place's armor in all their idiotic fumbling, then well, that was what he was waiting around for.
And to take a haughty sort of amusement in watching them fail.
It ended with as many people held captive as when they had begun, though not all of them in as good of shape. If this little endeavor accomplished anything at all, it was only proving that it had been a bad idea to begin with, and there was no getting out this way. The masses were filtered out, and in due time, Kaiba was left on his own to silently survey the remarkable lack of damage. They'd need a much better plan than this one if they were ever going to get out of here, but the odds of this lot being able to come up with an even halfway decent strategy? Didn't seem all too good, though it didn't matter. What they couldn't accomplish as a group, Kaiba was confident he could accomplish on his own, just as soon as he figured it out for himself how to do so.
-- Thinking it over hadn't gotten him very far yet, though, as frustrating as that fact was. Glowering at the (still entirely intact) fence wasn't revealing any secret weaknesses to him, despite the intensity of his stare, and his previous days searching this place top to bottom had yielded a similar lack of results. He certainly wasn't about to throw in the towel and admit he was stuck here with no way out, but not having found one yet did little to improve his naturally foul mood, and standing out here staring at a fence wasn't doing him any good. The peace and quiet of being alone was nice, though--
Or, well, not alone, it seemed, though he only took notice of the woman who had approached as he was turning to leave himself. He'd have breezed past her altogether if it weren't for the fact that she was looking at him, though she said nothing, and even then he hesitated a moment in his decision to acknowledge her or simply leave. }
❝ What are you looking at? What do you want? ❞
