Mother Figure by Aoi Rakuen
Hello, everyone! I'm new around here in and I decided to share my love to every Seto/Yami fan in this thriving virtual community :huggles everyone:
This is my first fanfic in so do tell me what you think of it!
Yu-Gi-Oh is a legal property of Kazuki Takahashi, and other big names. It's not mine. Don't sue me.
Some words of caution, though: If you're a yaoi-hater and not so keen on Prideshipping, this story isn't for you. I am an S/YY fan all the way, and personally, they're a pairing that makes a whole lot of sense when you read anything on the series and manga, wrath of the gods be damned.
SUMMARY: YGO AU FIC. What if you're paid to be the mother of a billionaire's son? But what if you're a MAN? Yami goes through this life-changing situation when he strikes a deal with CEO Seto Kaiba. Read and Review! XD
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Chapter One – Birthday Gift
I'm flat broke.
Here I am, staring lifelessly at the television in front of me, a remote controller on one hand, and an almost-crumpled classified ad on another. I've been scouring and perusing both mediums for an opportunity to seize that might salvage me from the mess I'm in right now.
Things are not looking up. Several résumés and interviews have come and gone, and I STILL DO NOT have a job. Why OH WHY do diplomas exist in this world, anyway? How could a rectangle piece of paper determine the course of your future? Why?
So what if I had to stop school? Well, there isn't much of a choice. Aside from me wanting to, Grandpa's having problems of his own as well. This resulted to the premature closing of the Game Shop, which was the primary source of the family's income. Mom and Dad were goners, so our old man had to watch over us. Poor Grandpa; he's still working when he should be enjoying his retirement.
"Onii-chan, dinner's ready," came my little brother's voice. If there were something that I want more than anything to happen, it would have to be to secure Yugi's future and happiness. That's why I'm trying my best to work my ass off to keep him in school. I don't think I want to see him end up like me.
Haven't I told you that things are not looking up? Blame me for being an idealistic prick full of wistful and idiotic dreams. You see, I wanted to have my own band and be known the world over. So together with my buddies, Joey, Tristan, and Bakura, we decided to break all hell loose. Being the stupid gits that we all are, we splurged and spent all our savings on buying band equipment and transforming Tristan's garage into our headquarters.
If the band were to make it, I would've been in the Bahamas right now, nibbling on some expensive pie while being phoned by my manager, telling me about the band's latest jaunt to Amsterdam scheduled for next week.
Instead I'm still stuck in Domino, nibbling my fingernails, wondering how the hell am I supposed to pay this month's bills.
"In other news, young business tycoon Seto Kaiba closed a multi-million dollar deal with president and CEO of Devlin Industries Incorporated, Duke Devlin this afternoon. The – " I turned the goddamn machine off. Great. Somewhere in this part of the city, someone was a couple of millions richer while I'm in desperate need of a big chunk of it.
Life's not fair.
I wonder how it would feel like being Seto Kaiba in all his resplendent glory – from being surrounded with all material riches and a career everyone is dying to attain…Arrgh. Life's just not fair; it sucks too. Big time.
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(A/N: Oh yeah, in this AU fic, Mokuba Kaiba is Seto's son. It's kind of odd if I invented a character, so the little one would be okay enough. I hope.)
"Happy Birthday, happy birthday… Happy Birthday to you!" kids all around the vast garden joyously sang, watching as the little boy with messy black hair closed his eyes for a moment before finally blowing the flame off the five candles perched on top of the big birthday cake. A hearty applause greeted him, melding with the light ensemble of musical instruments a band was playing for the party.
"Happy tenth birthday, Mokuba!" A clown beckoned the little child to come to him, while patting a large box beside him. "Your daddy's got a present for you!"
Mokuba's blue-gray eyes shone with feeling as he looked to where his father stood. Seeing him smile and nod, he leapt down from the stage and ran to where the gift box stood.
"Go on, Mokie, open your gift!" The clown tapped the box twice. ' That's my cue,' Yami said in his thoughts as he readied himself for the kid's birthday surprise. Exactly why he was here posing as a clown, he could not fathom. Joey had dragged him into this, boasting a big pay-off if they did their job right. Yami had little to complain; it was boring being a bum in the house, plus he really needed the money and he was willing to take on any job at the moment. Beggars can't be choosers, after all.
Mokuba pried off the lid as soon as he'd finished untying the bright red ribbon. A shower of confetti rained down on him as he watched a clown emerging from the box's depth.
"Happy Birthday to you, Mokuba!" Yami tried his best to act the part of a clown – cheery and pretty much stupid. He wasn't having any problem on the 'stupid' part, but somehow, he couldn't pull off the 'cheery' part. Probably because he was envious of the child's state – so young and yet he had so much. Both his little brother and the young Kaiba were just kids, but he could see the stark contrast between the two children. Yami handed a box to the boy; the latter's eager hands taking it out of his grip.
Yami pushed himself out of the box just as Pandora the Magician waltzed in for another round of magic tricks for the enthusiastic audience.
Two hours later, the last of the guests had finally bid their farewell to the host and the celebrant, leaving the party troop and some servants to tend to the after-party trash.
Yami sat down on a party chair, exhausted, as he lifted the bulbous wig of thick orange curls off his head. Grabbing a towel to wipe the accumulating sweat on his forehead, he shook his long hair, now limp and hanging forlornly on his shoulders, and gave a long sigh. "Damn, it's like hell with that tacky wig on," he said as he watched Joey discard his wig at a nearby box.
"Tell me 'bout it," his blond-haired friend expressed his assent. He sat down beside Yami, a box of tissues in tow, tossing a handful at Yami. "There. Clean your face first. This pudgy make-up's the stuff of nightmares."
"Thanks," grunted Yami. He poured a couple drops of water on it, watching the liquid spread on the now-soggy tissue. Little by little, clumps of organic paste clung away to his face, bringing relief to him. At the very least the party's over.
"I'd sure like to take a dip in that pool," remarked Joey longingly as he stared at the vast blue of the swimming pool. He fell silent for a moment.
"Something wrong?" Yami asked, looking at his friend, and found out that he was staring beyond the pool.
"There's someone over there."
"Is that Mokuba?" Yami squinted to get a better look. It was the young Kaiba hidden amongst the bushes just outside the large oak doors.
"What's wrong with that kid?" Joey scratched his head, puzzled. He stopped, as he saw Yami stand up and walk to the little boy.
Upon closer inspection, he could plainly see that Mokuba was crying.
Yami's eyebrows knitted in concern. How could a kid on his fifth birthday be so sad and upset? He inched closer rather apprehensively before kneeling beside the child.
"Hey, what's wrong? Didn't you like the party?" the older one asked in a soothing voice as he proceeded to pat the kid's head.
Mokuba, not looking up to see who was comforting him, continued to sob silently. "I don't think my birthday wish came true," he sniffed sadly.
"Your birthday wish?" echoed Yami. He reached for his back pockets and pulled out his handkerchief. He nudged the boy a bit and offered him the piece of cloth.
The young Kaiba sighed and took the hanky from the birthday clown. "Thanks," he blurted out, looking up to the kind stranger for the first time.
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Seto strode the length of the vast hallway of the mansion in search of his son. Clearly, the boy was in distraught and was undoubtedly upset. For more than five years, little Mokuba wasn't able to wean himself away from the past.
"Have you seen Mokuba?" he asked a servant who happened to be passing by.
"He went outside, sir."
Seto's shoes echoed loudly against the lavish marble floor. Running down the polished oaken staircase, he came to a complete stop as he reached the front doors. Pulling it open, his eyes landed on the garden, and finally found his son.
"Mokuba…"
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'Mommy?'
"Mommy, it is you! Where have you been all this time?" Mokuba's eyes crinkled with inexpressible happiness, as tears continued to pour out from it. He burrowed deep into his mother's embrace, feeling the oh-so-familiar warmth.
"What's going on here?" A voice rang like a knife cutting the stunned silence. Yami looked to where the voice came from and saw Mokuba's father striding to where he is.
"Daddy, thank you! You've given me the best birthday gift ever!" Mokuba said in between excited sniffles.
"Mommy came back with us!"
Yami was at a loss for words. 'Mommy? Mommy? Me?'
'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?'
To Be Continued