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Seto Kaiba's Different Days
Part 2

The idea for this story came from Catsblood15 and if she had never told me to do a second part for Seto Kaiba's Different Days then I would have never done it, so if you like this story, thank her, because if it wasn't for her this story would never exist.

Hey, this is my first sequel ever, originally titled 'Seto Kaiba's Different Days: Part 2' because I'm feeling lazy. Plus, I thought if I gave this story a simple name it wouldn't change titles as much as part one did.

Seto Kaiba's Dilemma
Chapter One

"Mokuba, are you coming or not? You're going to make me late," Seto shouted to his brother in an indifferent voice. Seto Kaiba was the sole owner of his company; it didn't matter if he was a little late or not.

"Why do you have to go into work so early? I'm going to be an hour early for school by the time I get in the building," Mokuba complained, not picking up his pace even by a millisecond.

"You're the one who wants to take the same limo. Why don't you just take one of the other cars to school later?" Seto asked after taking a sip of the coffee sitting across from him on the table.

"When else am I going to spend time with you?" Mokuba asked, bouncing down the stairs and coming into an empty living room.

"Come in here and have some breakfast before we go," Seto ordered, changing the subject and allowing himself to be even later.

"How come you make me eat breakfast when you never do?" Mokuba asked his older brother after joining him at the kitchen table.

"You need it more than I do," Seto answered matter-of-factly, "You're the one who's still growing and developing."

"At least eat something," Mokuba bargained, "I always feel weird when I'm the only person eating."

"Fine, but no more complaining about having to eat breakfast," Seto agreed, getting up from the wooden seat he was in. "What do you want? Make it something fast."

"Toast," Mokuba answered in a hopeful voice.

"Not enough food," Seto decided without a second thought. "What else do you want?"

"Juice?" Mokuba answered, knowing full well that just toast and juice wouldn't satisfy his brother.

"And scrambled eggs," Seto added, sorted through the refrigerator. He didn't have any cooks to help him with the breakfast. Being a man who liked privacy he tried to hire as little help as possible.

"Okay," Mokuba gave in reluctantly. He wasn't very hungry for a breakfast of any sort; it was much too early in the morning for such things.

Seto nodded in understanding, fishing out the eggs, butter, and juice from the refrigerator and then going in the cabinets for the plates and cups. He prepared breakfast without a word, dumping in the eggs into the skillet while the bread toasted.

Mokuba entertained himself by attempting to do the crossword in the day's paper. Mokuba was an exceptionally smart child (being younger brother to the great Seto Kaiba had forced him to be) so he was doing more than a decent job of figuring out the answers.

By the time Seto had finished the eggs and toast Mokuba had finished a little less than an eighth of the crossword, an amazing feat, especially since he was still so young.

"Eat," Mokuba demanded after he had taken his first few bites and noticed that his older brother was still standing and hadn't even taken a bite of food yet.

Seto didn't say anything in response, though he did comply. Immediately the food he ate sat uncomfortably in his stomach. He had always hated eating breakfast; he had just never felt right eating before making even a small accomplishment.

"It's time to go," Seto announced hurriedly when he was halfway done, "Get your school stuff and let's get out of here." The older Kaiba still didn't care about arriving to work on time; he just needed an excuse not to finish the loathsome breakfast.

Mokuba nodded and ran to get his stuff, allowing the interruption of breakfast.

"You'll come home early today, right?" Mokuba asked his brother before even reaching the limo.

"Hopefully," Seto answered noncommittally. He carried himself proudly as the outside wind came to whip through his hair and clothing.

"Seto," Mokuba halfway whined, hugging himself to protect his body from the cold. "You have to come home early at least once this week."

"I have no idea when I'll be home," Seto tried to explain as he got into the limo, "It all depends on how much work I can get done throughout the day."

"Are you taking another day off school?" Mokuba asked, getting into the limo by the opposite door. "I thought you were going to try to go more often since you were more than a year behind ever since you went to France."

Seto didn't say anything at all for a minute or two; he simply stared out the window at the passing houses and trees. He didn't want to talk about the time he was in France; he didn't even want to think about it. There was a silent understanding between him and his brother not to ever bring it up or try to talk about it. His memory loss was in the past now and he remembered everything perfectly well.

"I took some credits outside of school hours," Seto explained, "I'm still scheduled to graduate with everyone else in my class."

"Really?" Mokuba asked, looking quite happy. He knew that Seto wanted to graduate as soon as humanly possible. "That's great, Seto."

"It's going to have to be the minimum amount of credits, but I can pull it off pretty easily," Seto explained, still looking out the window.

Whatever Mokuba was going to say was interrupted by the opening of the limo door on his side. "Try to come home early okay?" Mokuba asked with hope as a form goodbye. Without waiting for a response he jumped out of the black limo and walked of towards his school building.

"Mr. Kaiba, there's someone who's requesting a visit with you," Seto's secretary voice buzzed on the small intercom.

"I don't have any appointments today," Seto brushed off absent-mindedly. He had too much work to finish before he set about making appointments with anyone.

"He's been waiting here all day," the women explained in a pleading voice. "He says that the meeting will go very shortly."

"Then he can wait until an appointment opens up," Seto explained with an edge of anger.
"I'm too busy to entertain people." He was trying his best to get all his work done so he could go home early and be with Mokuba but it seemed as if the forces of nature didn't want that for him.

He's been waiting since before you even came in," the women begged, trying to explain the situation again.

"It's not my fault the best thing he has to do all day is wait for me to get my work done,"
Seto answered dangerously, "but if he really wants to see me that bad tell him to make an appointment."

"Mr. Kaiba…Sir…" the secretary stammered, trying to find a reason to let the guest in.

"I really don't care what he said to you to make you think I wouldn't care about the interruption to my work, but you should know by now that I don't accept any visitors that aren't scheduled. If you keep fighting this then you can just pack up your stuff," Seto told her before he unplugged the intercom all together to stop the conversation permanently.

"Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" said someone outside the office door before turning the knob and letting himself in.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Seto asked after he stood up from his desk chair in surprise, "Get out of here right now."

"Tokyo's made you rude," the guest pointed out as he closed and locked the door, "What happened to my sweet Degare, huh?"

"Just what do you think you're doing here?" Seto asked Damien through clenched teeth, "Aren't we done with this whole idiotic thing?"

"Degare, you wound me," Damien said in a hurt voice while he clutched his chest.

"What do you hope to accomplish by being here?" Seto asked, forcing his voice to be calm and businesslike, "The charade is over and I'm not going to play again."

"I wasn't playing," Damien insisted, walking closer towards the desk, "I really do care about you. Why don't you believe that?"

"You…you," Seto tried to start. He was planning on saying, 'You took advantage of me,' but couldn't bring himself to come off sounding so weak.

"You were happy with me back in France," Damien reminded him, "You didn't have anything to worry about and I protected you from everything."

"You're a mental case," Seto said in disgust, "I didn't need protection from anything. You were the reason I was so…"

"…Frightened?" Damien finished for him, knowing that Seto's dignity wouldn't allow him to. "I'm not the one that made you so frightened. I'm not the one you feared so much."

"My step-father's dead," Seto replied, thinking that Damien was referring to him, "He can't do anything except lie in his grave six feet under ground, yet you kept making me think he was still around."

"You still fear him," Damien urged, embracing Seto in a large hug and refusing to let him go. "He still plagues your mind and Tokyo just makes you think about him more."

"Get off of me right now," Seto ordered in a fierce voice that would normally have people cringing in fear; unfortunately, it had absolutely no effect on Damien. The older Kaiba pushed up against the other man, trying to make him loosen the hold; it just made Damien tighten it.

"Kaiba! Mokuba said to make sure you went to school for at least one class period," Joey yelled while jiggling the doorknob. "Come on," he persuaded, "Open up."

"Mokuba's really worried about you," Yugi said in a normal voice, "You should really try to come to school more often."

Seto suddenly stopped pushing off of Damien as the other man cotinued the act, resulting in the two men falling to the floor with Damien landing on top of Seto. Seto squirmed, trying to get out from under the intruder but to no avail.

"Degare and I are very busy right now," Damien called from his place on the floor, "Come back in an hour or two."

Seto clenched his teeth together. If his hands weren't held under Damien so well he would have easily punched the man on top of him. After this was over he would definitely be getting security for his office door. There was no reason his secretary wouldn't be fired for letting them all in.

"Damien?" Tea asked from behind the door in a shocked voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I was invited," Damien lied, "Unlike some other people I'm actually wanted here."

"When did you decide that?" Seto finally spoke up, "None of you are welcome here. I want everyone out before I call security."

"Don't be silly, Degare," Damien replied without a second thought before kissing Seto's nose with a smile, "You can't call security with me on top of you."

Seto's eyes widened before he could stop them. He didn't care what Yugi and his cheerleaders thought about him, but he didn't want them going off to tell his brother. At this point whatever they told Mokuba wouldn't be good news.

"Just what's going on in there?" Joey asked in a grossed out voice.

"Nothing's going on," Seto replied in an annoyed voice, "Just get out of my building."

"How could you call what we're doing 'nothing'?" Damien asked in a hurt voice with a pout on his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Seto asked in a whisper to the man on top of him. "You're making it sound has if we're having sex in here."

"Yes," Damien answered after a moments pause. "That was the intention," he elaborated with an indifferent' voice, "I thought that was pretty obvious."

"Why are you making it sound like we're having sex?" Seto forced himself to ask, waiting in an angry silence for the answer.

"Isn't the reason you don't want to submit to me because you don't want your friends to find out about it?" Damien asked innocently.

"No," Seto burst out, trying to squirm out from under the boy on top of him again. "I don't want to submit to you because I don't submit and because I'm not gay," he explained in a voice loud enough for the people on the other side of his office door to hear it.

"Stop moving around so much then," Damien ordered, "You're just making me harder, I hope you realize."

Seto immediately stopped moving and tensed up. "You sick pervert," he hissed out, "Get off of me right now."

"Relax, Degare," Damien demanded in a soothing voice, "I'm not going to do anything I don't think you'll like."

"You don't know what I like," Seto bit back, thrusting his body forward in an attempt to topple Damien.

"How come you have to be so sexy?" Damien asked as he let his hands travel up and down his captive's body.

"Get off," Seto demanded, struggling even more, "Get your hands off of me right now!"

"What should we do?" Yugi asked his friends after listening to the commotion from inside Seto's office.

"We should try getting someone to unlock the door," Tea decided, "Kaiba doesn't sound to happy to be locked up in a room with his guest."

"Do you see anyone around that might have a key?" Tristen asked, looking around the empty hall.

"Let's go ask the secretary that let us in," Duke suggested, walking towards her.

"May I help you?" Seto's secretary asked, looking up from her work when Duke walked towards her.

"Do you happen to have the key to Seto Kaiba's office, Sweetie?" Duke asked in a charming voice.

"I'm not supposed to give it to visitors," she whispered after giggling at being called 'Sweeite'.

"Can't you make an exception?" Duke coaxed, leaning in closer towards the women who was probably twice his age.

"Well I don't see why not," the women decided, immediately opening a drawer handing a small key over.

"Thanks," Duke replied, pulling away with the key in his hand and a smile of triumph on his face.

"Were you able to get it?" Joey asked excitedly as Duke returned.

"I got it. I got it. Did you doubt my powers of persuasion for even a minute?" he joked happily, turning the small key in the lock.

What the five friends saw made them question whether or not they should have interrupted the visit.

Seto Kaiba was lying on the floor, devoid of any upper body clothing. His pants were unbuttoned and his face had a slight red tinge to it. What the group didn't know was that Seto Kaiba's face was red from anger, not from over exertion.

Damien was sitting on top of the poor company owner, smiling vigorously. He had Seto's arms and hands held captive between his ankles, making sure Seto couldn't push him off. One of his hands was on Seto's hip while the other was resting on his chest.

"We should probably go now," Joey suggested hurriedly, pulling Yugi and Duke away from the room along with him.

"We're very sorry for interrupting," Tea apologized with a quick bow before grabbing Tristen's sleeve and following the others.

"I'm glad we have our privacy now," Damien said before bending down and trying to persuade Seto into a deep kiss.

"I'm not," Seto replied, turning away from the kiss with anger. "Go back to France and leave me alone," he ordered.

"I can't do that," Damien explained with another hurt look, "I'm worried about you and your life here. I think you're too sensitive to be happy in this horrid city."

"I'm not sensitive," Seto yelled in anger, successfully throwing Damien off of him and standing up. "I'm just fine here," he declared, striding back to his desk, still devoid of a shirt, "You, however, are not. Go back to France, Damien."

"You've lost yourself since you've come back here," Damien noticed with sad eyes, "You aren't happy here and you won't even admit it. Don't worry though, Degare, I'll open your eyes to the harshness of Tokyo."

"You belong in a mental institute, you know that, don't you?" Seto muttered. "I'm perfectly fine here and you can't convince me otherwise."

"It's dangerous for people here in Tokyo," Damien insisted. "I can easily see something horrible happening to you here…or," he continued with a growing mischievous smile, "something really horrible happening to your dear little brother."

"Don't you dare hurt Mokuba," Seto ordered with narrow eyes and clenched fist.

"That's not at all what I'm suggesting," Damien replied with shock. "I'm just saying that I care for you as much as you care for your little brother. How would you feel if something happened to him? Do you want to know what that feels like, Degare?"

Seto remained silent as his many worries about Mokuba raced through his head. If he didn't cave under the demands of Damien what would happen to his innocent little brother?

"Eliminar tu comprendre quel Je suis devulguer tu, moi mignon Degare?" (Do you understand what I'm telling you, my sweet Degare?) Damien asked in French with a happy smile.

"Just what do you want?" Seto asked, unable to think of anything else to do. He sat back down in his desk chair, suddenly feeling very drained.

"I simply want to keep you safe," Damien replied, "and the safest place for you is with me back in France."

"I can't just go back to France; I have a job here," Seto argued angrily, "You're asking too much for the bargain."

"Then maybe you don't love your brother as much as I thought; maybe you don't love him as much as I love you," Damien replied, hoping to provoke Seto in some way.

"You're probably right," Seto agreed indifferently, "Mokuba's really only around to keep up the act that I care about something. I'm told it makes me more likable, which improves business."

Seto didn't mean the things he was saying even a little, but he had to redirect the victim of Damien's blackmail. The easiest way to do that would be making sure Damien knew Seto couldn't care less about his sweet little brother.

"Tokyo has corrupted you," Damien noticed with immense sadness. "This is just too sad. If you won't go back to France with me then I'll have to stay here in this forsaken city with you."

"No," Seto answered with force, "You are not staying here. You are going back to France and you are going to leave me alone."

"I just can't do that, Degare," Damien responded, "You're in trouble, whether you can see it or not. If I leave you here then horrible things will end up happening. You're too delicate for this type of life."

Seto had enough of being called 'delicate' and 'sensitive'; they were starting to get on his nerves. In a sudden burst of anger he ran Damien into the nearest wall and grabbed onto his shirt collar. "Now listen to me, you mental patient," he hissed, moving his face in close and speaking in a low and quiet voice, "I've had enough of you and your shit. You're going to leave right now and go back to France. If you don't I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Damien replied quietly with tears in his eyes, "I understand that I've come too late and that my poor Degare's already been crushed by the city life. I'll go back to France but I won't give up on you. Please, come see me if my sweet Degare comes back and you need help."

Seto let go of his hold on Damien's shirt but his anger still remained very much intact. "Get out of here," he hissed, turning back to his desk to continue with his work. If he hurried enough he might be able to get back to Mokuba at a decent hour.

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I honestly don't know when I'm going to be able to post up chapter two, though I am already setting to work on it. I'm hoping it's going to be up within a week, but at the most it'll probably be two weeks.