There is nothing more Seto Kaiba hated in this world more than grapefruit. It tastes awful, and he doubted that it even was healthy. So, when he found a basketful of them found their way onto his office desk, complete with cellophane and a note from the head of the Iranian secret police thanking him for "all the support over the years," needless to say it upset him. When the entire alphabet of government agencies found their way into his office, asking for an explanation, he was livid. And, unfortunately for that person, he knew who was really behind the "gift."
Very few people knew he detested the fruit. A handful of his colleagues, his brother, and Rebecca Hawkins. Only the last had motive and the ability to move mountains. He clenched his jaw as he explained— for the thirtieth time— the reasons why he was not a terrorist to a man with a suit and a gun.
Had he believed in karma, he would have seen something like this coming. Actually, even if he believed in every religion, he felt there was no reason to foresee something like this. This was overkill. So, he happen to foil her plans when they interfered with his. Ok, maybe he really crushed them into an unrecognizable pulp. He was feeling vindictive that day. There was no reason for this.
This was cause for battle, and he was a formidable opponent.
Rebecca tightened her fists in her lap, counting to ten like her mandatory anger management teacher instructed. She would be eighteen in a few weeks; she finally could manage finances without a guardian. Not that she ever needed one. She told herself that this was just a miscalculation, that the idiot banker was merely incompetent. How else could all of her accounts be empty and/ or frozen? There would be no reason why her account alone; she programmed the bank's firewall herself. Moreover, only her account was having problems. It had to be a mistake. Only a talented hacker could break in...
"Son of a bitch," she muttered. The clerk was startled by her words and fearfully signaled the guard's attention. Rebecca's temper wasn't exactly a secret.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I forgot that my grandfather's money has been transferred. Please accept my apologies for wasting your time," she said in a sugary voice. The clerk relaxed. Most people seemed to when she spoke like that, though they shouldn't. It was like the eye of a hurricane. Calm for now, but sure to raise hell soon.
Mokuba frowned at his brother discontent. He wished that the two of them could get along; this feud. was incredibly annoying. Not to mention it put a wet blanket on things between himself and Rebecca's fine sister. Rebecca was just relented and gave her blessing when the war started up again, over God knows what. And then she reinstated Friend Rule No. 3 (thou shalt not tap the booty of a friend's relative.) This was probably the only time in his life when he wished someone to be an obsessed fan-girl of his brother; that way he could have a bargaining chip, so to speak.
His brother was proving his patriotism over the phone when the blonde in question stormed into the door. It was Seto's fault. He forgot to tell his secretary not to automatically let her in. Normally, when they were at the civil conversation level, she'd only come in with some amazing epiphany that greatly improved or eliminated a bad situation. Who'd want to keep that out?
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she nearly scream. However, her body language said "I know you did not just freeze all my money otherwise Imma kick your bitch ass down, mofo." Or something like that. Mokuba did not have to look to see who entered his brother's office. Only one person was brazen enough to ask that question of Seto Kaiba.
"Did you want one, or the entire list? I'm not going to owe you a hundred dollars when I finish rattling off, am I?" asked Seto.
"Don't act like you had nothing to do with this. You're the only one who would be able to. Plus you sign a lot of my paychecks; so, you'd know where they'd end up."
"My, you seem frustrated! You should sit down. I can empathize with you; I've recently become similarly frustrated. You see, someone convinced the head of the Iranian secret police to send me a grapefruit basket. Somehow, that links me to terrorists. I've been discussing this dilemma all morning with government agencies. Say! You have contacts in the Middle East! Perhaps you could tell me who was responsible for this." Most of what Seto said was in an even tone, almost mocking, but he spat out the last word like venom. Seto leaned against his desk, arms folded across his chest, and narrowed his eyes on her. Rebecca's eyes went wide, knowing she had been discovered.
"Hey, you know what we could all try? Not doing horrible things to each other! Rebecca, I'm sure you're sorry about linking my brother to terrorists. And Seto, I'm sure you regret making her unable to use any of her money," Mokuba said. His arms were raised in a placating motion, like someone trying to get out of a lion's den.
"Save it, Mokuba. Even if you settle this, you're still not allowed to date my sister. Remember Friend Rule No. 3," Rebecca snapped. Lion's den indeed. She did not break her glare at Seto, and her stance mirrored his.
"I am doing this because I care about both of you, and I'm sick of your fighting!" said Mokuba. At this, both Rebecca and Seto broke their gaze with each other to give him the same exact look: 'You've got to be kidding me.'
"Don't judge me, Seto. Her sister is fine as hell. And I am sick of your fighting!"
They continued to glare at him.
"Oh, why don't you two just admit that you want each other?" Mokuba sighed, exasperated. At this, their glares turned into looks of shock, then contempt at the other, then back to glaring at him.
"Well, I had to say something. Seriously guys, you manage to act civil in most other cases. Why can't you two get along? I'm done with this!" Mokuba left the room similarly as Rebecca entered, leaving the two prodigies to battle it out themselves.