A/N Hi Guys
I have been trying to put this story together for ages and finally got round to doing it. I haven't found a whole lot of Mokuba stories where he gets to be front and centre so I tried creating one that I hope you all will enjoy as well.
Please note that I do not own YuGiOh or the characters therein except for my own plot and characters. Any similarities to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1 An Adventure Begins
The thick manila folder slid with a slight thud into the black leather bag as the young black haired man slipped it alongside his high powered laptop. Mokuba Kaiba was vice president of Kaiba Corp., the largest gaming company in Japan and more recently, the world.
Mokuba loved his job. He loved everything that Kaiba Corp. came to be after his brother rebuilt it. Seto Kaiba was far more well known, people respected and feared him and he was known to be married to his work. Mokuba was by far the more approachable of the siblings, a lot more laid back and far more well suited to dealing with people who did not need the fear of God put into them. It was for this reason that Mokuba decided that he should be the one to go to Europe. He needed to visit the newest Kaibaland amusement park which was opened in London over a year ago and scout new locations for another park along with a hotel. Relationships needed to be made and he knew how to be charming.
Mokuba pressed the intercom on his desk.
"Ayame, please come in for a moment." He instructed.
"Yes, Mr Kaiba." She replied.
The door to his office immediately opened and a young woman in an immaculate skirt suit entered.
"How can I help, Mr Kaiba?" She asked.
"Ayame, how many times have I asked you to call me Mokuba. My brother is Mr Kaiba."
"Just once more, as always Mr Kaiba." She smiled.
Mokuba shook his head. "I need you to confirm the travel arrangements." He said.
"Yes, sir. I have spoken to the travel agent. They have sent me several options for the Russian leg; I have emailed them to you for your perusal. The jet will be on standby for you, I've spoken to the pilot already, you will be flying in the KC BG 8000. I thought the Global 8000 was the better plane to go with since you're travelling alone. I've also confirmed that the presidential suite will be ready for you at the Kaiba Hotel in London." Ayame informed Mokuba.
"Brilliant." He smiled.
"One more thing, Mr Kaiba wants to have a word with you."
"Seto probably wants to talk about this trip. Thank you Ayame." Mokuba said, she bowed and left his office.
Mokuba closed his bag with two soft clicks as the magnetic press studs lined up, then placed it next to his chair, out of sight. He locked his office door and walked over to Kaiba's office, not bothering to knock before he barged in. It was a habit he picked up as a child that he never bothered changing. He knew he was the only person who could get away with it.
"Hey Seto. You wanted to see me?" Mokuba took his seat opposite his brother.
"Yes Mokuba. I want to talk about your European trip." Kaiba growled.
"Bro, not this again."
"Take Roland with you." Kaiba instructed.
"No."
"Mokuba." Kaiba growled.
"Bro, I'm trying to get on peoples' good side. I don't need a bodyguard when I'm going to a place where we have our own security." Mokuba replied with a hint of irritation.
"Correction, one place where we have security. There will be nothing in Russia." Kaiba countered.
"Seto, it's a scouting expedition. I will have people with me. Besides I have travelled without you before."
"But not without my protection." Kaiba said, his tone was a little too even.
"I get that you worry about me, but nothing is going to happen. This tracker still works pretty well and I will have a phone with me all the time which you can again, keep tabs on."
"Mokuba, stop being difficult. Us Kaibas have enemies in Europe." He pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to lose his temper on his brother.
"Us Kaibas have enemies everywhere. It came with the name. The only one close enough would be Zigfried, but even he has been quiet for years." Mokuba reasoned.
"I don't like it." Kaiba said through gritted teeth.
"Then don't like it. I know how to take care of myself, you made sure of that. So either you are worried because you know something or you don't trust me to remember what you taught me. Which is it?" Mokuba fired at his brother.
"Neither." Kaiba replied stiffly. "I just won't have my brother put himself at unnecessary risk."
Mokuba heaved a long sigh. "Seto, I'm going alone. I'm twenty five, not thirteen. I promise I will be careful and I promise to come home in one piece. I've never broken a promise to you, big brother."
Kaiba stared down his younger brother. Neither of them would give any quarter.
"Fine." Kaiba finally said. "But if anything happens, anything at all, you will be lucky if I ever let you leave the house without a guard." He threatened.
"Fine." Mokuba replied rolling his eyes, annoyance clear in his tone. The two sat in silence for a few moments more. Mokuba knew that Kaiba was just worried about him. After all, they were all the family they had.
"I want to see the travel plans." Kaiba eventually broke the silence.
"Sure. As soon as everything is confirmed. For now though, I can tell you I'm taking the 8000 to London. We leave at eleven thirty tomorrow morning. I'll be staying in the pres. suite at the Kaiba Hotel. I'll call you when I land, I mean it will be midnight right? So you should still be awake."
Kaiba nodded.
"I still have a few more things to handle. I'll see you later bro." Mokuba said as he left Kaiba's office.
Mokuba sat in his plush office chair, his finger curled under his chin as he read through Ayame's email. He looked through his options for accommodation, selecting the ones he liked best. He sent his responses off to his PA. Mokuba then busied himself with the remainder of his work and received an email from Ayame with his confirmations an hour later. He would be in Russia at the end of the week and the travel agent had confirmed that there would be someone from Domino to take him to the different locations. They assured him that he would be in very capable hands and that they would meet him at Sheremetyevo International Airport in Moscow with a sign that read his name.
Mokuba forwarded the email through to Kaiba, he promised his big brother that he would be kept up to date of any and all changes and of all his travel plans.
The next morning, Kaiba bid his brother farewell. Both knew that he would not rest easy until Mokuba returned.
Mokuba ascended the stairs to enter the luxurious cabin of the smaller Kaiba Corp. jet. He seated himself in the cream leather chair and settled in for the long flight to London. He split the time between work, movies on the big screen and a few short naps before they began their descent. The plane touched down smoothly and soon, he was walking through the airport, his luggage in tow. A driver from the amusement park was sent to fetch him in a dark blue Jaguar XJ. He opened the back door for Mokuba who gracefully climbed in, placed the younger Kaiba's luggage in the boot and then drove off towards the hotel.
Mokuba took the opportunity to call Kaiba. It barely rang once before it was answered.
"Mokuba." Kaiba answered.
"Hey bro. I just called to let you know I got in okay."
"Good. Where are you now?"
"On my way to the hotel. Traffic is crazy though so I'm not sure how long it will take to get there. I'll send you a text."
"Fine. Be careful Mokuba." Kaiba growled.
"Will do. Bye bro." Mokuba hung up shaking his head. Kaiba really needed to stop worrying so much.
Mokuba spent much of the week following up on everything going on at the hotel and the amusement parks. He wanted samples from the financials to compliments and complaints in customer care and everything in between. Everyone was on their toes with the vice president dropping in. He was pretty happy with everything as they kept to the standard that people had come to expect from the name "Kaiba", but he would not let them know this until he had spoken to his brother.
Thursday had found Mokuba rather quickly. Once again, Mokuba was swaddled in luxury as the jet took to the air with Kaiba Corp. emblazoned on the side. He was thankful that the flight from London to Moscow was so short. He was really looking forward to this part of the trip. He had never been to Russia before and the prospect of breaking ground on yet another Kaibaland was exciting.
Mokuba looked out the window at the huge airport. He was not sure what he was expecting, but he certainly did not expect the large three point glass and steel building he was now looking at as his plane touched down. They taxiied smoothly towards an area that held several rather large private aircrafts. He had heard many stories about the Russian oligarchs and their penchant for expensive things; yachts, planes, homes.
Mokuba walked through the airport with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder and his suitcase rolling in tow. He went through all the procedures before passing through the automatic sliding doors at the international arrival terminal. He walked out immediately spotting his name in a bold black font on a white cardboard sign. His breath caught, the sign was being held by the most attractive woman Mokuba had ever laid eyes on.