Magnetisms
Summary: Just like magnets can opposites attract? Does the negative Kaiba, repel or attract with the positive Serenity? Read, review, and find out!
Disclaimer: If I ever owned Yugioh, would I obsess myself by writing two characters, and somehow or another, trying my best to make my imagination come true? No, I don't think so. lol =
Chapter 1
" Assistance "
Domino City, once again, was blurred by the comings and goings of the citizens. Citizens of rich and poor, big and small, and even good and bad; of course nothing was different than the usual. Seto Kaiba, the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, is sitting by his highly expensive laptop typing away the endless documents, projects, and computations that sadly, is the cause of his many headaches.
"I demand to know who sent me this!" shouted Kaiba. As usual, some imbecile didn't send the papers at the desired date chosen.
"All. . . all right Mister Kaiba." The poor secretary stuttered as she forced her trembling knees out his office.
He absolutely hated this. No; not the work, but for the fools not doing their job correctly. True, being the CEO of the most profitable and best companies proves that this is just an example of the advantages and disadvantages.
Well for one, he had the advantage to have supreme power of the entire city and possibly the world itself. Anywhere he would go, people would immediately praise him (including those fan girls, and whoa, can I tell you how desperate they will go!), honor him, and even present obedience as a dog and a trainer. Likewise, that is where his foe- Joey Wheeler came along.
However, disadvantages can be the foolish employees, the ones who start childish mistakes such as attending late at time, or not doing work properly. And in return, was a BIG kick out of the door. No questions, no mercy, no answers . . . just out.
Now everyone should know how Kaiba is. Seto Kaiba, the merciless, cruelest, and prideful creature is a person no one should underestimate. His deep blue eyes- fearful, his billowing white trench coat- intimidating, his voice- colder than any winter! The only person who is able to surpass this young man's malevolent surface would be his little brother, Mokuba.
"Big brother!" shouted the little, unkempt haired boy. He came into the room, and welcomed himself heartedly.
"I am working Mokuba." Slightly irritated, he kept his eyes on papers, some compassion in his voice.
"I know; I know big brother. But don't you want to go home now? I finished my homework and I'm bored! Can't we go home?" The boy shuffled his feet, pleading with his oh-so famous puppy eyes.
"For the fifth time, you asked me this."
"But Seto . . ." Mokuba knew exactly where his brother was going.
"Call up the limo and go home. I still have much to do."
"You're pushing yourself Seto. Let's go home together. I'm not leaving this place without you." Mokuba stood where he is, defiant to have this talk again. It's about time he raised this 'talk' more often.
"Spare me that childish talk. You know how it goes and you just have to deal with it, Mokuba."
Childish talk, huh? That's what he always calls it. I hate it when he says that! Doesn't he know how much he's changed! I miss him when he smiles. Why couldn't he just 'change' for once? I'd do anything to change everything but big brother never takes the chance... just 'childish' talk. I don't get it. This talk is just as serious as any of his stupid business work!
"Seto! Please! Why are you doing this . . .?" Unable to continue, he dropped to his knees and began to cry. He couldn't take it anymore. Rejecting the talk hurts but not being able to verbally say it was even worse.
Kaiba finally took his eyes off the computer, which were glued there all that time, and went over to his little brother. Why is this talk so important to Mokuba? Doesn't he realize that this job isn't easy? I thought he understood clearly what I do and why I have chosen to do it, but every time I work, Mokuba can't stop asking me to 'leave', 'take a vacation', 'have a life', and sadly- which I regret to say, 'stop working'.
"Mokuba . . ." he trailed off, embracing the little boy. His features softened and even those terrifying blue eyes turned lighter than the deeply, dark ones. He felt tears wet his shirt, but he didn't melt it through him. He heard the cries, but he didn't want to hear them. He knew the hurt in his eyes, but he didn't want to see.
"Big brother . . . I . . . I want everything to change. I . . . want everything back," he cried, clutching more onto his brother. "But you don't listen to me anymore!"
"What?" he pulled out of the embrace, aghast.
"You're not like my big brother anymore. You never smile! You never take the time off! You never listen! Work is all you do! Can't you—"
He cut him off, sparing the talk. "I do all of this because of you Mokuba. Everything I do requires sacrifice. Without that old man, we wouldn't be here. If I hadn't—"
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Mokuba knew where this was going, and all it would do was make it worse. Kaiba wasn't going anywhere. Nothing can change the fact he doesn't want to listen. There was no use. I'm hopeless.
He stood up, and wiped the remained tears- not embarrassed to cry for his brother. Before he went out, he left these words: "Big brother. You don't realize how much this hurts. I miss you big brother. I miss you . . ."
''
Meanwhile, we find Yugi's group in an ice cream parlor deep in the hearts of the suburban area. They were enjoying their last remaining week of school before summer vacation was closing in.
Yugi Mutou, and his other half, Yami, spoke intently about revealing their past. Tea, half sided in conversations, looked worriedly at the spiky haired boy- wondering god-knows what is going on his mind or their minds of that matter. Duke Devlin, pride and joy, and Tristen, slick yet jealous, fought mindlessly to capture Serenity Wheeler's attention. And even Joey became 'monkey' in the middle, as Kaiba calls it.
"Hey Serenity," said Duke, a little too softly. "What a beautiful bracelet! I see you're highly into pink—"
"Out you fool!" shouted Tristen, pushing Duke off the chair. Once bushed off, and even pumping that little breath freshener, he sat in Duke's place as if nothing happened.
"Tristen!" Utterly horrified, she held her hands to her mouth, unbelievable how far these boys will go.
"He'll be fine Serenity," he whispered calmly. Leaning closer to her, he asked. "What do you say we have a walk outside?"
"TRISTEN! Whadd'ya say if ah' knock ya teeth out!" cried Joey. He thrust his fists, ready to strike.
He held his hands up, as if that would defend against Joey's fists. "Nah, Joey, I only meant for a little fresh air, man!"
His temples flared— fireworks about to burst. He isn't a fool. "I know what cha' up to, Tristen! Get your hands offa' my sista' and leave her alone!"
"What are you talking about Joey? I didn't even touch her! I'm not Duke!"
Duke stomped over, ears almost breathing out smoke. "Excuse me? I am not disloyal to any woman. I respect—"
"Respect ma' ass," cut Joey. "Ma' sista' will find someone better than you two. So don't even try it!!!"
Serenity, completely zoned out throughout the little fight, finally became aware of what her brother just said.
I never really thought about it . . . a boyfriend. Basically the only things important to me are my brother, my friends, and most importantly school. School was a main priority and if I would ever revolve deeply in a guy is pretty . . . different. Yes, there were cute guys in school but so what? You can fall in love with someone like the monster from Frankenstein and not even care about looks!
I mean, all my life I've dedicated myself to the people I love, and the work I do. Dedicated to a special someone is much too much of a commitment! It's almost like marriage! Yet . . . curiosity does strike the cat.
"Hey Joey," Serenity began. "I'm gonna head to the library. I want to borrow some books."
"Sure sis'. Leave ya' phone on kay?"
She sighed inwardly, and waved goodbye to all her friends. Leave your phone on, she pondered at Joey's words. That's big brother. Overly protective, but so caring, thankfully I have him to protect me.
The library on the other side of town, farther away from her usual and run-down library, is one of the most peaceful places ever. Sure, like any other library, it's got to be quiet. This one in particular was so far out of town that it is commonly used for the rich- not like Serenity Wheeler herself- the middle class citizen who has no history of fame, wealth or fortune. Luckily it was a little, shaggy-haired boy who introduced her here in the first place. . .
-Flashback-
I held the paper that beheld the name bearing the suggested library. The school librarian told me the book I wanted was in another library.
"Dear," rattled the old lady, "there's a superb library just outside of town,"
My eyes widened in interest. "Really," I asked, "Miss Soryo, do you know the address? I'll see this—"
Before Serenity could continue, the lady scribbled hastily on a paper, smiling excitedly as ever.
Examining the address, my mouth was agape. This was so far out of town, it would take probably an hour or two! All I needed was one book! Not a collection of them!
Guessing she considered my reaction, the lady smiled and whispered, like a secret beginning to unfold. "Miss Wheeler. This library may be far, but do give it a try. I have gone there myself and dear, will you be amazed! It collects books from all over the world- many different languages and translations!" She paused, calming her excitement. "And knowing you my dear, you will not fail to resent this place. You will only be thankful I've mentioned it."
So now I'm here, standing at this massive institution and baffled to the highest degree. I never knew they built libraries so . . . so elegant and clean! And by looking at the people going here, you immediately realize the access was only for the rich. No middle class girl like me. . . I know.
"I'm sorry Miss . . . Wheeler," the young lady spat. "I'm afraid we cannot allow you to register to this library unless you distribute the membership payment."
Astonished by the numbers, I was speechless. This is so unfair! None of the libraries I go to ask for payments that cost more than my rent! Unbelievable . . .
"Serenity," It was Mokuba.
"Hi Mokuba," well that shows it, even a Kaiba comes here.
"I didn't know you come here, Serenity."
"Well I didn't know either until my librarian told me to. But the costs ..." I trailed off, a little disappointed and embarrassed to come to a place that didn't belong to me, much less welcomed me.
His eyes suddenly turned to the librarian I spoke to. "What's the meaning of this Miss Aso? My brother didn't pay for anything when I signed up!"
She glared at me, and raised her head mightily. "Please, your brother and you are an exception. This . . . this simpleton deserves to work her butt off in order to be in here!"
"That's wrong! Its discrimination!" he yelled the furiously. "I'll have you fired when I tell—"
"No need, Mokuba," a deep voice spoke behind me. "She's fired."
I turned around to face Seto Kaiba himself. The towering man, around six feet tall, seemed very intimidating compared to a girl like me. Yes, like in Battle City, he still had those deep blue eyes but now, turned to icy blue. Wow, I never knew they changed color. Amazing...
"But ... but ... Mr. Kaiba!" stuttered the poor lady. "I... I didn't—"
"Enough! Out!" he commanded, gritting his teeth. The lady, with no other choice, picks up her purse and cried out the door.
"Come Mokuba," he said, before I had any chance to thank him.
-End Flashback-
That's probably the first time Seto Kaiba ever helped me. Last year, when Bakura was badly hurt from the duel with Yugi, I pleaded Kaiba to help, and surprisingly after all pleads from Tea and Yugi, he consented for a doctor immediately. This time, it was for me. Joey always hated him but I never knew why. Seto Kaiba is a good man. 'He's got a heart,' Yugi said. 'He tried saving his brother in the past and Duelist Kingdom at whatever cost.'
And I believe him. Sometimes I wonder how it's like at home. Was Kaiba close to Mokuba or was he always at work? Does he schedule his time with his brother and work at the same time? Do they sit back, relax and have a vacation once in awhile? These were some of the questions in my head.
I arrived at the library, clutching the 'free' card the people gave me in return of Kaiba's orders. People gazed hauntingly at me and my clothes. They knew I didn't belong. They knew I'm here in the first place because of a certain Kaiba. However, their looks and mumbles followed, making me want to run out of there.
Looking up from my shoes, I found Mokuba by a desk reading a book. Some guards watched cautiously around, afraid a bomb would attack or something.
"Hi Mokuba," she greeted.
"Serenity!" quickly his frown turned into a huge smile. "They let you in- right?"
"Yep," she smiled, "Thanks to Kaiba. Where is he?"
Back to his frown, he muttered, "We had a fight."
"Why? What happened?"
"Actually I started it," he said. "You see Serenity; my brother has some problems and I was trying to fix it. . ."
I can't believe it. Mokuba just answered the very questions I had. Seto Kaiba, the rich CEO and president of KC, has family problems?
"...please help Serenity. I don't know what to do anymore," he said, after explaining. "I'm desperate."
"Mokuba . . ." Poor kid, it must be very hard for him.
"I know!" His frown turned into a giddy grin of deviousness. "Pretend that you're making a report for school and ... and ..." he trailed off, putting a plan together like a little kid. "...and ask him questions! Yeah, try to help big brother because he'll think it's for school!" Perfect, perfect, just perfect!?!
"No," she shook her head. "That's lying." I've never lied. Most especially not to Kaiba; it would hurt to even try it!
"But Serenity," he pouted, showing those adorable puppy eyes. My god, do all the kids do this to manipulate us? "If I just ask my brother to talk to you, he wouldn't! So you have to give him a reason why you're there! Please Serenity! Please!"
"Mokuba, there must be another way. Don't make schemes. Wouldn't he get mad?" No duh, Serenity, like any human being out there!
He folded his arms and grunted. "All I wanted is help and you can't give it. Life isn't fair!"
Touching his shoulder, and biting her lip she said, "This is lying to your big brother. Why do you have to lie?"
"You don't understand!" he thundered. "My brother never asks for help! Not even me! He's working too much! He doesn't take the time to hang with me anymore!" He paused, calming down a little. "Serenity, I need you to help me. Try and give him a vacation or something. I want things to change from now on."
Thank god a lot of people didn't hear the shouting. The guards were a little wary of Mokuba instead of me. I guess they were afraid Mokuba might suddenly throw books out of tantrum.
Defeated, I sighed, mentally kicking my butt. "Okay, since it's a big deal to you, I'll try."
A huge shock was written all over his face, including a huge smile. "Oh thank you Serenity!"
"Err . . . too . . . tight . . ." Man, kids' hugs can be a killer! They can squeeze the life out of you!
"Oh sorry," releasing him from her, he asked, "How exactly will you introduce yourself?"
Scratching her head, half guilty and half excited, she tried reiterating what he said minutes ago. "I go in, pen and paper . . . "
Back at the Kaiba mansion, Seto Kaiba, was quickly typing important calculations and dates at his laptop. Just when he was about to make a call; Mokuba hopped inside, a little too happy than the usual. Wait, didn't we have a fight hours ago? What's with the sudden change?
"Seto!" He nearly jumped in his desk, laid a hand under his chin, and looked admirably at me. "What's up?"
"Mokuba," I said, very worried. "Are you alright?" Quickly I glance at my papers, and files; oh well, this can wait.
A big, sugary smile spread his face as he chuckled. "We have a guest, big brother!"
'A guest' Did I hear right? I never allow guest unless we have birthday parties for Mokuba! "What's the meaning of this?" I asked, somewhat harsh.
"COME IN!" cried Mokuba, ignoring what I previously asked.
A girl . . . a very familiar looking girl stepped in my office. She had long auburn hair, flowing down her waist, and wore the same uniform as Yugi's. Where have I seen her? Most likely, she's with Yugi's group but---
"Evening Mister Kaiba," she began, bowing slowly but respectfully. "My name's Serenity Wheeler—"
"Wheeler," I spat. The mutt's poor relation, who knew! "You invited a Wheeler, Mokuba!"
"No," she said, weak in voice. "I asked him if I can—"
"Sorry, I have no available jobs at the moment," I cut in. Actually I lied. There were plenty of positions in my company. However, I am not, I repeat, AM NOT, allowing a mutt to play 'fetch' the papers with me! Ugh . . . dogs.
"Mister Kaiba," she presented a notepad and a pen. "I came here to ask some questions." She stopped, plead showing in her eyes. Dogs . . . I guess it runs in the family to drool over me.
"Am I being interrogated by a Wheeler?" I asked, harshness scraping every fiber of her poor, feeble body. "What will you ask me? How much money have I accumulated, I'm guessing?"
"Big brother!" called Mokuba, he tugged my arm, signaling me to listen to her.
"No little brother," I said, shaking my head. "I will not allow spies in my house!"
"I'm not a spy." She was fighting back with all the courage she could find. Deep down, she would try to help Mokuba and Kaiba. Mokuba told her not to be scared of Kaiba and she will not be intimidated! Oh no! Despite the icy blue eyes facing her, just like the same eyes he glared at with the mean librarian, she will fight back! 'He's a human being- not a monster. A very good, kind, and loving human being...' is what Mokuba explained to her. Keeping that in mind can help her in this...
"Sorry Wheeler but I don't believe you," he fired back, calm but arrogant. "I don't believe dog's every obedience."
She glared back at me, resembling a little like the mutt, however, there was a difference from her. As much as she fights back, she never intently . . . fights back. How intriguing!
"Listen Kaiba," she said, calmly. Walking, very determined, I might say, to my desk, she stood salute. "I came here because I have a report in school. We picked famous people out of a hat, and whoever we picked are the ones we research on. But lucky me, I had 'Seto Kaiba' written on it and so, I thought, instead of burying my head on books about you, maybe I could interview the man himself!"
He raised his eyebrows, his icy coolness not wavering, unblinking but contemplating the situation. Interesting, a school having my name in a hat for some cheap report!
Snickering, the evil type of snicker, Kaiba called back, "Do you expect me to believe you, Wheeler?!?"
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