Disclaimer: Hmm, Bruce Wayne meets Seto Kaiba, come on! Do the owners even live in the same country?
So, this just kinda happened. It's my response to a challenge my sister set. I had to write something about one of her fangirl obsessions and this is what I came up with. She's a major Batman fangirl and I can kinda write Bats, so yeah. Drop me a review and tell me if it's great or if it sucks.
Prolouge: Know thy Enemy
The airport was crowded. How was one to spot one business man among the throngs of briefcases and neat suits? Running a hand through his dark hair, he scanned the crowd. There was one face standing out in the crowd, a young man. The letters KC were embroidered into the collor of his coat. Shrugging, he beeped the horn of his car and got out. The man turned to him, and Bruce drew a small breath.
The boy was young, very young. Maybe seventeen, eighteen at the most. With all of KaibaCorp's acheivements, he'd expected someone older. Someone over twenty. A child at the mansion was going to be strange. However, Alfred was going to have fun. The boy was tall, standing over six foot, but the slender built was too thin to accommadate for the height. Yep, Alfred was going to watch the boy like a hawk until he'd put on some weight.
The boy strode over to him, cutting his way through the crowd with ease. Some faces turned to look at him, feeling as if they should know him. The boy didn't even turn to look at them. His long coat billowed out behind him, managing to defy gravity. Bruce wondered vaguely about it. It was one thing for the batcape, that spent its outings flying off of buildings, but an ordinary coat? That was another thing Alfred was going to enjoy, the boy's attire. Way too ... punk for a well known business man. The boy reached him. Putting on his best business smile, Bruce thrust his hand at the boy.
'Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, I'm pleased to meet you at last.' His hand was taken with surprising strenght. His hands, like the rest of his frame, were long and slender. 'Seto Kaiba, CEO of KaibaCorp. I would've thought our negoitiations over the phone would've ironed out any problems.' The tone was clipped and professional, clashing with the street-punk appearance.
A flash off to the right caused them both to turn slightly. 'Mr Kaiba, maybe we should continue our discussions in the car?' The press were starting to flock around them. The boy nodded. The two turned back and strode to the car. Their strides were long and purposeful, screaming high class. The press followed them, shouting questions that went ignored. But even the picture was enough for a front page, unless of course Batman went for it.
The car ride was uneventful. The boy sat straight backed, a shockingly rigid posture for someone so young. He supposed this was why he looked so tall, every inch was used to add to the intimidation. The long legs were crossed, briefcase balanced in his lap. He wondered how he could hold himself that way. Even he, himself, slouched a little.
Was this partnership going to work? KaibaCorp had made some advances in technology that Wayne Enterprises badly needed. Seto had agreed to support them, but the need to meet the man...boy...in person was overpowering. After all, it was a good policy. And anyway, they needed someone with knowledge of the technology to asist in the installation. But KaibaCorp was focused in the entertainment industry, whereas Wayne Enterprises was focused in pretty much everything.
Whan the car arrived in front of the mansion, Bruce caught sight of Alfred waiting outside the door. Well, even if the patnership went to hell, at least he'd get some amusment out of it.
And so ends the prolouge. If it's crap, tell me and I'll stop writing. If it's good, tell me and I'll keep writing. Just please review, cause I hate not knowing what to do.