The Office
A/N: Ok. So. I've been writing YGO fanfiction for a while, but this is the only one I've worked up the courage to publish. SetoxOC. I don't use names, however, because I don't feel like it. So, techincally, it could be anybody. Constrictive criticism is highly appreciated on this. Oh, and if you catch a few out of place pronouns, inform me, please, so I can fix them.
Oh, and: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! That said, enjoy!
The one thing she hated about Kaiba Corp is that just because she came waltzing in, demanding to see Seto right now, the employees there assumed that she was in the wrong place, whispered to the security guard—who, of course, has been trying to get her back for that time she rigged the stairwell door—and slap her in a waiting room chair until Mr. Kaiba can come deal with you. It was undoubtedly some unsuspecting newbie employee who hadn't been told that she had full clearance to come and go as she pleased, and had set off the whole chain of events. But if that was the case, why hadn't someone let her out yet?
She drummed her fingers impatiently on the armrest, sighing and looking up at the clock. It should have been simple. Get into Seto's office, rant for a few minutes about Duel Monsters or the newest Kaiba Corp invention that was taking up all of Seto's time yet again, and then, with a kiss and wave, leaving to meet Yugi and friends at the arcade. But no, she'd now been stuck here for a full 20 minutes, waiting in this small room that she didn't even know existed here.
Just as she became impatient, someone poked their head in the room, a main of raven black hair.
"Hey! What are you doing here? Seto's been looking all over for you." He said, coming over and shoving his hands in his pockets. She smiled wryly.
"Some person put me here to 'wait' for Seto." She replies, standing up.
"We really have to start fixing that."
"Yep." She and Mokuba walked out, to what she realized was what she had used to think was a closet outside the doors of Seto's office. She hadn't noticed it on the way in, as she'd been too busy glaring at the security guard. Mokuba pushes open the doors, the rookie who had started the whole incident glancing at her, in pity or disbelief, she can't tell, as she glare. She walks inside, where Seto is inside, furiously typing away, not looking up as he said,
"You lost your ID badge again." It's a statement, not a question, but she gives an answer anyways.
"Yep." He stops typing, sighing, rummaging around his desk drawer. Seto's desk is neatly organized, of course. Pencils sharpened, points up, laptop in the corner, no Post-its littering the desk like hers at home, and, as she stands on her tiptoes and glances over the desk, a stack of ID badges in his desk drawer—all bearing her name, picture, and other info. He glances at her indignant expression, calmly saying, "You lost another one last week, and another one 3 days before that, remember?"
She twitches, remembering. He notices her face and chuckles, smirking and shaking his head, before handing her yet another badge.
"But do you have to keep so many on hand?" She whines, taking it and promptly dropping it in the abyss of her purse. Yep, another one lost already.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't lose them." Seto replies, turning back to his laptop and finances and stocks.
She hmphs, walking off with a wave backwards. As she leave, and the door closes, she can see a glimpse of him, smirking and laughing slightly. Like last time.