Clicking noises echoed through the room, bouncing off four very wide walls. An aggravated female at the age of seventeen sighed heavily, leaning back in her black rolling chair.
"Just freaking work," I whined, shutting my eyes with another sigh. I pushed back my chair and got up, walking slowly to the bed with dark blue covers. I flopped down on it, sighing, once again.
How the hell was I supposed to design this piece of crap when it was almost iimpossible/i. That prick actually expected me to make his page look so...professional. Yes, he was a professional, and yes, he is rich and pays me well, but this was too much.
He wanted the best page, and I bmade/b the best page that ever existed. But no, he took my drawing pad and added so much more detail, and messed it all up!
I groaned in agony at the memory, burrying my face into a pillow.
Just the thought of that ignorant man made me mad, and indeed, I was thinking of him, and yes, I was starting get rather mad.
I forgot how I even started working for him in the first place, and iwhy/i, too. But I certainly did know that it was a contretemps of sorts.
Small toes wiggled their way out of the pink slippers that covered them. A soft thud was heard as the slippers hit the ground. I scooted back until I felt the headboard touching my back, and I sat the pillow I had on my knees, which were bended up to my chest, and rested my forehead against it.
I turned my head to the left, staring at the flashing, evil screen that caused me such pain. By pain, I mean a major head ache. That thing never seemed to do what wanted it to, even if I did beg it.
I lied down on the bed, closing my eyes again, and trying to fall asleep, but remembered then computer. I groaned again, rolling on my side and getting a little too comfortable. Yup...now I was glued to the bed and wouldn't get up until a certain little male woke me up.
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"...Seto wants you to show him...stuff...working...in bed!"
The childish voice that shouted in my ear cause my eyes to flutter open, and the words made them widen. I stared at the ebony haired kid in disbelief, sitting up in bed, "Excuse me?"
"I said, Seto wants you to show him that stuff you were working on last night while everyone else was in bed," Mokuba repeated, a bit slower this time.
I nodded, narrowing my eyes at the thought of the Seto freaking Kaiba.
Err...I mean, Seto Kaiba.
I lazily got out of bed, and ushered Mokuba out of my room, before walking into the bathroom to do my personal, daily routine. AKA...take a shower and brush my teeth.
Being the phlegmatic type of person I was, those two things took me about an hour and three minutes. Impossible? I think not. I shampooed my hair three times, because I like annoying a certain male, and wasting his things, and conditioned twice, putting large ammounts in my hand each time.
I stared at my reflection as brushed my two front teeth vertically, thinking I was hideous right now. Hair sticking up in random places and...was that iwrinkle/i?
I glared at myself in the mirror, spitting in the sink and turning on the sink water to wash it down. I put a cupped hand under the running water, and bring it to my mouth sloshing it around a bit before spitting it out.
Getting dress in a strapless, midnight blue shirt and a short, same coloredskirt, but slightly darker. I brushed out my hair in a wall mirror I had on...a wall, and placed a skull clip in my hair, holding some of it in place, "Now let's go see what that prick wants..."
I walked out of my room quickly, soon turning into a jog as I ran through many halls. Honestly, I don't even remember when I remembered the way around this house, but as long as I didn't get lost, it was fine with me.
A maid wearing one of the mini uniforms passed by, carrying some purple towles. She, for some reason, gave me a dirty look before continuing on here way. I gave a dirty look at her back, sticking up my middle finger before starting to jog to, 'The office'.
Golden name plate...pssh. He didn't need one of those on every freaking door, and especially if most of them is going to have his name on it. Other then that, Mokuba had a few, and the important maids and butlers that stay in the mansion get their own. But the prick...he had at least thirty of those freaking things.
Me?
I had one.
I only owned one room in the house, anyway, and Mokuba told me he told him to tell me, "You're lucky that I even let you sleep in a room, so be grateful that I'm giving you one of these, too."
Did he think I cared if I had one or not? Nope, I don't. Not one bit. Not all...I didn't.
biOkay/i/b, I wanted one...heck, I wanted more. Three would probally make me happy.
Finally reaching the room, with the damned golden name plate attached to it's door, I knocked very loudly and rudely," Mokuba said you wanted me for something! What the hell do you want?"
"Come in," an annoyed voice said loudly.
I opened the door, walking in with a hunched back. I walked over to his desk and flopped down on one of the three chairs that occupied the room, sitting before his over-sized desk.
"My page," Kaiba told me, and I swear I heard the 'duh' tone somewhere in there.
"You woke me up for this crap? The computer is obviously in my room, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to bring it to you," I told him, looking at him with narrowed eyes, "So you should've got your lazy ass up and came to my room."
"Watch your mouth, or I won't fire you," Kaiba's know-it-all smirk came after that, annoying the hell out of me. He tapped his fingers together, waiting for me to say something, but it never came.
"You're a meanie..." I finally spoke after the long pause of silence. It turned my head away from him with a pout, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What's your point?" was all Kaiba had to say to that, still smirking at me.
"Ya'know...I can quit whenever the hell I want, so don't mess with me!" I shouted at him, frowning deeper.
"Then you would be breaking a deal," Kaiba propped one hand in the air and leaned his face against it, staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.
iHe got me,/i I screamed internally, giving him a heated glare. I uncrossed my arms with a sigh, standing up from the comfortable chair I once sat in,"BFine/b, follow me, then."
Kaiba heard me, of course, but seemed to be busy typing on his laptop (OF DOOM), that looked expensive, like all the other crap he bought. He tapped and clicked, and clicked and tapped, until I finally got very annoyed and closed the thing.
Kaiba pulled his hands back before I closed the thing angrily, glaring down at him with tired eyes, "Hurry the hell up! I got better things to do the slave around here!"
Seto Kaiba gave me a look, and when a I say ia/i look, I mean a look that actually scared the crap out of me. He stood up adruptably, slamming his hands on his desk.
"Why did you do that!? I was up all night working on that," He shouted angrily, giving me one of those glares that scared the photographers away.
"So-" I started, but cut myself off from apologizing, "Well, I was up all night working on that stupid page of your's! It was perfect yesterday, but you just ihad/i to add your stupid crap to it! Now it looks like a kid's website!"
Kaiba walked around his desk and stood in front of me, glaring down at me still," Because it bis/b a kid's website, idiot! It was for Mokuba! Were you not listening to what I saw telling you? And the things you just closed on me, yeah, also for Mokuba. His birthday is within a week and I'm trying to get this finished."
I blinked, staring up at him with a frown. I don't remember him saying anything about Mokuba's birthday...
"Can you like...err...get away from me?" I asked, laughing nervously.
His stare haunted me as I took one step back from him, only followed by him taking a bigger step forward, leaving a small space between us . Cold. Eager for more, hard to please, and definitely malevolent to anyone he disliked with a passion. Those same eyes stared down at me with such hate and coldness, I thought I was actually frozen to the spot.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Just...get away from me. You're scaring me," I pleaded pitifully, taking another step back. As expected, Kaiba took another step forward with his long legs, which meant he took a bigger step the myself, "I have this weird feeling that you're going to make me do something I don't want to."
Kaiba smirked, nodding his head as he grabbed my shoulders, turning me around and pushing me to the door. He opened it and pushed me through, taking the same route I did to get to his room, which meant we were going to my room.
"You aren't going to ra-"
"No," Seto stared at me plainly, but I was sure I saw a look of disgust somewhere. I grinned, laughing nervously as I looked forward again.
" Just making sure, so I could escape before we get there."
Kaiba arched an eyebrow, staring at me with what looked like amusement," And how do you know I'm not lying," He questioned, slowing down his forceful pushes and walking at a steady pace.
I stared at him incredulously, not exactly knowing if he was kidding or not. The damn man confused me to no end...and bugged the hell out me, plus worked me to death with all the weird crap he has to do as a CEO.
Somehow, at the thought of CEO, I started to think of Joey Wheeler, or as Seto Kaiba would like to say, 'The mutt'. He was like my brother, all cheerful and all. My sarcastic comments and his short temper mixes like spaghetti and prego (ignore that -;;).
"Geez...stop pushing so hard! My short legs can't keep up with your humungous ones!" I shouted at Kaiba, leaning back to make him slow down.
"Are you calling me fat?"
iThat was rather unexpected,/i I thought with an arched brow, staring at the brunnete over my right shoulder, "Why? Are you self-concious about your fatness?"
"No," Kaiba glared at me, "I wanted to know if you insulted me, so I can just...not fire you for a longer period of time."
"You can't do that!" I suddenly stopped and turned around, glaring at him," It was six months, and that's all!"
"Oh, but I am able to do what I want six months. Which means I can extend the period of time. You know, you should of had a contract agreement with a rules that didn't premit us to do that," Kaiba smirked in amusement at my angry face.
"Smartass."
"Two weeks," His smirked widened as my eyes did the same, staring at him, once again, incredulously.
I frowned, staring up at him with sad eyes," But I want to go home..."
Kaiba stared down at me with a plain expression, soon frowning, "Yuo always have to ruin the fun."
I glared at him, crossing my arms, "I have a company to run bjust like you/b! But I had to leave it to my younger brother, who is only twelve, just to work for your dumb ass! Uhg. The only thing I like about being here is the fact that I can hang with your little brother, Mokuba. He's cuh a sweetheart...I don't see how you two are related," I scoffed, turning my head away from him.
"I wasn't always like this," Kaiba muttered, turning me around by my shoulders again, starting to push me torwards my room, "And a deal is a deal. I'm not letting you go until six months...and two weeks. Unless some kind of emergency happens, then you are free to go."
I frowned, my chin touching my chest as I lowered my head. But them, being the devious female I was, I recalled his words. I grinned, head still hanging low, and walked a bit faster a head of Kaiba, making him let go of my shoulders. I ran to my room, barging in with that grin still on my face.
iUnless an emergency happens, huh,/i I thought, staring at the contact list on my phone. I sighed, staring at one particular name that could most likely help me out. Four other names caught my eye, but I'd use them if the first one didn't work.
"What's your problem?" Kaiba questioned me, entering my room. He saw my mischivious grin, and arched a brow, knowing I was up to something.
"Nothing," I replied, making my grin disappear. The cornered of my mouth twitched, but I turned my head away, now facing the computer," I left the piece of crap on..."
"I hope you don't talk like that in front of my brother," Kaiba narrowed his eyes at me, staring me down in threatening way.
I laughed nervously, waving my hand at him," Of course not," I yelled happily. I turned back to the computer, sitting down in the comfortable, black, rolling chair," Now come see this...thing you made me make."
Kaiba walked up behind me, bending down to look over my shoulder. I glanced up at him with narrowed eyes, envying him for his tallness. Stupid, tall bastard...
"Get up," Kaiba ordered, pulling my chair back for me, while I was still in it. I got up lazily, walking over to my bed and sitting down.
"So that site is for Mokuba...what does he need a site for," I questioned with a raised eyebrow, wondering what someone kid like him would need a site for.
"Mokuba and I were talking the nine day, three hourse, and twenty eight seconds ago, and he told me something about help children that have no family...the adoption center down town. This site will let people donate money to help them and things like that," was Kaiba's answer.
My eyes sparkled, and I clasped my hands together, "He is such a sweetheart! Where is he?"
"Playing videogames in the game room on the second floor, but don't go talk to him," Kaiba warned, knowing I was about to leave to go spoil Mokuba with love," He's not supposed to know about the site."
"...I knew that," I said, glancing around nervously as I sat down on the bed again," Say, Seto. Can you do me a favor," I smiled innocently, getting up and walking over to Kaiba."
iShe just called me Seto.../i
iWhat the fuck? I just called him Seto...whatever. If it makes him do the favor, I'm fine with it,/i I snickered evily to myself, grinning like a lunatic. I straightened my face as Seto turned toward me.
Ignoring the thought of what I said, Seto stopped his continuous typing and twirled the chair around to look at me," What?"
"Can I..." I started, grinned wildly, "Have my birthday party at your mansion, and invite all my friends, iplease/i," I begged, saying that all quickly in one breath.
Kaiba only stared, his expression ot changing once...not that it ever really did, except for that 'Im-better-then-you-' look and when he is amused, which only happens when he is torturing people.
"No."
My mouth dropped down to the ground as I stared at him in shock. How can he not let me celebrate my birthday? I practically blive/b here now,"But I have to!"
"No, you don't," Kaiba sneered, looking at me plainly. What big meanie pants he was...
"Then are you going to let me go home, to my mansion?" I asked hopefully, staring at him with shining eyes. I clasped my hands together in a begging way and got in front of him, staring at him harder.
"Hell no," Kaiba snorted.
"...Then you expect me not to celebrate my birthday," I questioned, frowning deeply at him. My hands fell to my side and I slumped, still staring directly into Kaiba's blue eyes.
"Sure. I never celebrate mine," Kaiba shrugged, spinning back around torward the computer.
My lip quivered and my eyes watered, my form slumping even more, "That's not fair! I'm not like you, and I want a party! You may have control over me, but you can not stop me from going home to celebrate my birthday," I cried, throwing my hands in the air for dramatic affect.
"Oh, but I can," Kaiba smirked, once again turning torwards me," I can't stop you from going home, but if you do, you're breaking the deal and would have to do you know what, and since this iis/i my house, I don't want your little friends over."
"But..." I sniffed, rubbing my nose a bit as tears started to cascade down my cheeks," I hate you, you prick!" I screamed, before running out of...my room. Geez, I'm stupid...
I stopped running as I came to a stair case that went up if I turned left, and went down if I went straight ahead. I thought carefully, before I turned left and went up. To where? Mr.Prick's room, of couse. Fourth floor.
iStupid, golden name plate,/i was the first thing I thought as I approached Kaiba's room door. I turned the knob, only to see that it was locked. I sighed, pulling a the clip out of my hair and sticking it in the lock and doing my 'thang'.
I satisfying slick reached my ears, and I grinned, stepping as the door swung open. I looked at the rather plain bedroom, before closing the door and locking it. I lied down on his bed, closing my eyes with e sigh.
iDamn bastard. I'm going to throw a party, even if he doesn't like it,/i were my last thoughts before I slept the hourse I missed because of Kaiba away.