I need to stop with all the movie watching and all that. I keep getting more and mroe ideas for Seto and Kisara. You know what? Originally I just wanted to do a High School Musical and a Beauty and the Beast dedicated to the two. But now I've got another idea in my head. Not really having anything with my other works but still Seto and Sara. Using my character's last name and family relations. This is also inspired by "James Bond Seto." Something I watched on YouTube and have on my favorites list. Please review and check out my other books.
Changing The Game
By Sailor Phoenix1997
Seto Kaiba had had quite enough. Between juggling school, a girlfriend, a brother and work as CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world he barely had any time just to enjoy peace and quiet. And now he was finding all sorts of faults in a new body he was creating for Gozaboro's biological son, Noah. Not that he didn't want another little brother or that he wanted more of Gozaboro than he'd suffered through, he just felt bad for the poor boy and had found his mind on file just a few months before.
"Why hire a bunch of numbskulls when I can just create a simulation and then get some professonals in to finish it?" he constantly thought to himself. He opened the door to his house and kicked off his snow-covered shoes and brushed some of the falling snow from his blue school uniform. "Mokuba! I'm home!" The ebony-haired boy appeared at the top of the stairs looking quite scared. "What's up buddy?" Seto walked up the stairs and tousled his brother's hair.
"There's a few people in black in your office to see you. They say it's important." Seto almost snarled to himself.
"Just five minutes. Is that too much to ask?" he muttered to himself as he pushed open the office door. Three people sat in the couch near his desk. The walls were covered with bookshelves. One was female and the other two were male. That's all Seto could tell because they wore black masks over their faces. The woman stood up.
"I apologize for the intrusion Mister Kaiba. But, as I hope your brother mentioned, this is highly important." Mokuba gave one more look at the three then ran off to his room.
"What's all this about? Who are you?" The woman was familiar. Too familiar. The name was on the tip of his tongue but refused to come off.
"Normal circumstances state that we appear unannounced and demand you come with us. But we know who we're dealing with so we'll be nice. Would you please come with us?" The two men stood up and flanked the woman. The one on her left was about a head taller than her but the one on her right was just shy a few inches of her.
"Where to?"
"Our director wants to answer your questions herself. So please come with us. Or there will have to be certain measures taken." Seto nodded.
"Mokuba! I'll be out for a bit! But I'll be right back!"
"Okay! I'll just stay in my room where it's safe!"
Seto sat in the backseat of the black car. The shorter man sat next him grumbling while the woman kept fidgeting with her hands. Seto could've sworn he heard the word 'motorcycle' constantly from the man next to him. Outside lights passed slowly as the neighborhoods turned run-down and filth lay in the streets and yards. The car came to a stop in front of a silver house with boarded-up windows and an almost-missing door.
"Why're we stopping here?" The woman pressed a button on the dashboard and a sudden, sucking feeling shot up from under them. Seto's stomach jumped to his throat to join his heart. The masks of the people fell off as the sucking stopped. Bright flourecent lights flashed on. Revealing Marik, Ishizu, and Odion Ishtar. "The Ishtars?" Ishizu nodded and opened her door.
"It's time to inform the director you're here." She stepped out quickly followed by her brothers. Seto wasn't really interested in whatever director this was now. Not if it had it's base of operations in a dump of a neighborhood but just to be polite he got out and followed the Ishtars. They lead him past probably a hundred doors until they came to a stop in front of a pure white door. Ishizu turned to Seto and tried her hardesst to make him look presentable. "You'll be wise to adress her as 'Director' or 'Miss.' Keep the sentances short and to the point. Clear?" Seto nodded. "But still. Relax. She won't bite unless bitten herself." The door opened. Marik gave Seto a light shove from behind. The door closed the second he was in the room. Instantly his eyes started adjusting to the darkness. The outline of things told him there was a desk across the room, a chair with a human in it half-facing him, and a few chairs against the wall and across the desk. The human turned the chair away from Seto and snapped her fingers. The lights flached on.
"So. You're the ringmaster with the Ishtars?"
"Director. And I do believe that you've been briefed on why you're here." The voice was muffled but so familiar.
"No. It never came up." The director snarled.
"I gave her specific directions. Well. Anyway. You're here because some of my agents have been sensing a great power within you. Do you know why this organization is called what it is?"
"No. I don't even know what this thing's called."
"M.U.D."
"Mud? As in playing in wet dirt, mud?"
"M.U.D. Monsters United Defenders."
"Never heard of it," Seto said as he took a seat. The name of this person was right on his tongue just like Ishizu and her brothers.
"Not even the CIA or FBI know about us. We're underground in more ways than one."
"Alright then. Why am I here?" The fact that he knew this person but couldn't name them was annoying him.
"I have various agents in tight places. Including Domino High. And I myself know you. I've sensed a great power in you for some time. I'm unsure if it's a monster or some ancient power though. That's why you're here."
"You want to steal my power or something like that?"
"Quite the opposite. I want you to help my organization with a growing threat."
"What threat? Why call yourselves 'Mosters United Defenders'?" It doesn't make sense. Aren't you human?" The woman chuckled. She flicked a brown and orange card over the chair. It landed in Seto's lap. He recognized it as a Duel Monster card. He turned it over and looked down at Lord of Dragons.
"That's why we call ourselves monsters. We all have a power over a certain beast like that or have a certian power. The Ishtars for instance."
"Ishizu had the Millennium Necklace at one point."
"Yes. And you have a power like that too. And we need your help with this," the woman pressed a button on the arm of her chair. In front of Seto a small hologram appeared bearing the picture of a slightly obese yet highly unappealing woman with short black hair, dark brown eyes and skin. Her face was twisted like she'd been dragged over a playground one too many times by a racehorse then punched in the face by the schoolyard bully. "This is Arasik Deppth. She used to be a member of us. But then she turned traitor. And ever since we can't track her down. That's where you come in."
"What do you mean?"
"She's attracted to men of power. And you're one of the youngest, handsomest, and most powerful men in the world. She'll be attracted to you like stink on a warthog."
"Gee thanks." By this point Seto had had enough. "You should know I'm already dating someone. Sara Stone. And I won't go behind her back to do this. Even if I have some ancient power you want to use. I have a life to live." The woman laughed.
"I'm aware of your relationship with Miss Stone. And do you know why?"
"No. You haven't shown me your face." Seto stood up. "Unless you want to waste more of my time I have to get home." The chair creaked as the director pushed against it to stand up. Long white hair hung at her hips and blue eyes shimmered. Her pale skin made her look sick or at a dangerously low level of blood in the florecents.
"Arasik wants what she can't have Seto. And our relationship is one of the things keeping you out of her leuge. I'd probably be dead before I finished telling you all the other reasons why," Sara said as she walked around and sat down on the edge of her desk. Seto took his seat again.
"The fact that she looks like the twisted offspring of a hog and a mule?" Sara smiled a little.
"That's... True. But Seto. Now I have to ask you a question as the director of this oragization. Not as your girlfriend."
"I'm listening." She was still in her pink and blue school uniform but she's changed into a pair of long white boots that clicked whenever she took a step. She leaned into Seto's chair until her shoulders were hunched and her hands were on his armrests.
"WIll you join this orgaization or not? If not then the memory extraction will be quite painful." Seto smirked.
"Sara. I'll join for sure. But let's make two things clear." Sara nodded intently. "One. Our relationship doesn't change because of this. Two. I work with you as a partner and nothing below." Sara touched her forehead to his.
"I would be honored and pleased to oblige." She took a seat in his lap and a deep blush settled over her cheeks.
"Stop being so cute when you blush Sara. You drive me crazy," Seto growled out playfully. Sara covered a laugh.
A/N: Hey people. Like I said. This is from listening to another song. Geez. There's inspiration in everything. But this will be continued. Don't worry. Arasik is just Kisara spelled backwards. For those of you that noticed. Nice work.