Title: See Me
Author: Haikari Archersight
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Seto/Joey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't make any money from this. I don't get enough sleep
Summary: The boys don't like each other, but now they have to work together! How are Seto and Joey going to cope!
Authors Notes: This is the first fanfic I have ever written so please be gentle.
Warnings: None yet
See Me
Part 1
Seto sat at his desk in his mansion, typing code onto his laptop in preparation for the next day's business. He brooded as he worked; a small crease appearing in his forehead as he thought of his most resent defeat at the hands of the Pharaoh. Pharaoh... That was a laugh. How dare he be so smug!? The spirit held no power over anyone; he ruled no one and no land and was certainly no ones God!
Yet... He held everyone's attention; people recognized him.... Respected him. Who respected Seto Kaiba? Moukuba? That was a given, he could do no wrong in his brothers eyes.
The frown got deeper as he realized he could think of no other that respected him. Many people feared him. Just about all of his employees did that was for certain. Others were indifferent to him; he paid them for working for his company and that was it.
With a weary sigh he gave up trying to work and saved the recoded VR game he had been working on. After the battle with the big five everything from the ground up had to be checked for any more "surprises". He was not going to entrust this task to anyone. With a wry snort he reflected on the fact the big five had not only been indifferent to him they had obviously not feared or respected him either.
He glanced at the clock sitting on the corner of his desk and one eyebrow rose in annoyance as it was not even midnight.
Despite popular belief among the masses (The Kaiba Corp. employees anyway) he did need at least six hours of sleep a night to function. Although...lately four seemed to do just as well.
No. He would go to bed and go right to sleep. He would not lie awake and think about his last duel with Yami and he most certainly would not waste his time wishing that someone would respect him. Moukuba respected and needed him and that was all he wanted or needed. The Brothers Kaiba would always look after themselves.
With that thought in mind he readied himself for bed and set his alarm.
The next morning was dawning without a cloud in the sky and promised to be one of the hottest of the summer as one Seto Kaiba made his way through Domino city.
"It's a good thing the Kaiba Corp. headquarters has air conditioning ". Seto mused to himself as he sat in the all leather interior of his limo.
As it was, he expected a number of his employees to call in sick so they could enjoy the beautiful weather. They would be surprised to find themselves without jobs come tomorrow unless they could produce doctor's notes as proof of their "illness". Good weather was not an excuse to slack off.
As they pulled up in front of Kaiba Corp. he pressed the intercom on the armrest of his door. "Wait for me here, I will return at quarter to nine to proceed to school". The icy CEO ordered getting out of the car.
"Yes sir". The elderly driver sounded stiffly professional. Much better than the last one who had wanted to be friends with the young CEO.
The two front lobby secretaries had their heads together giggling and whispering as he strode towards the elevators behind them. He scowled before he could stop himself. Hearing him they both looked up and went pale upon seeing the look on his face. Both stood hurriedly and bowed.
"Good morning Kaiba-san". They chorused in not quite unison.
He favored them with a cold glare as he passed and they quickly busied themselves with the papers in front of them. He glanced back as he entered the elevator only to see them with their heads together again only this time one looked near tears while the other had an expression that Seto was very familiar with having seen it many times before in his young life. He had seen it in the mirror numerous times when he was younger, after his father had "finished" with him. He had seen it on the faces of his opponents on the dueling field... after he had defeated them. The realization almost floored him.
Hate, she hated him. She was not frightened of him; she was not indifferent to him. She hated him.
He was still reeling from that realization almost two hours later on the drive to school. How could she hate him, how could any of them hate him. As a part of him sat at his school desk reviewing the weeks schedule and making changes where appropriate another part of him reviewed the expressions on his employees' faces as they had interacted with him in the past. Now that he knew what to look for he didn't like what he found. He still found fear in many faces but under the indifference of a great many others he saw what he had seen on the secretary's face for that one brief moment. Hate.
Why? He paid them well; they got a generous bonus at Christmas; holidays that were on par with other large corporations, they certainly didn't lack for the best equipment.
He knew that sometimes he could be harsh. Moukuba told him so but he didn't see what was so harsh about firing someone who knew the consequences of turning up late for work or of not finishing a project on time? The extra time it took to complete could mean losing a deal, costing him and Kaiba Corp. money. It was good business. He expected his employees to work to make Kaiba Corp a success. Those that couldn't would have to find other jobs.
He didn't understand.
Seto sat in last period reading a book on advanced bio engineering. He did this not because he had to but solely for his own personal pleasure. School was as always a waste of his time, it wasn't as though they could teach him anything he didn't already know but he had to keep attending if he wanted to keep guardianship of Moukuba. That was one of the main provisos that the court had charged him with after the death of his father. He had to keep Moukuba fed, clothed, and sheltered. That was all easy enough as long as he had Kaiba Corp. Graduating high school was something they had tacked on just to aggravate him, he was sure.
What the courts could not see was the fact that he was more intelligent than all of them combined and with all the extra lessons his father had expected him to learn years ago he already knew all this! At least his generous "donations" to the school kept him from having to do more than tests and final exams. He may be knowledgeable enough to have graduated many times over; but unfortunately for him he had to prove it. Oh well...anything for Moukuba.
A motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Across the schoolroom Yugi and his little group of friends were gathered around discussing the current project that the sensei had handed out at the beginning of class. It had something to do with tracing your family tree.
Part 2
"Oh come on you guys!" Joey had arrived late to class and had missed out on being partnered and now he was the odd one out.
Yugi looked sorry for his friend. "I'm sorry Joey but we were told we had to be in pairs only, no groups of three. Maybe someone else still needs a partner?"
Joey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know I'll go ask the sensei."
Of course Tristin had to put his two bits in. Reaching up he dragged Joey down to his seated level by the neck and poked him in the nose. "You weren't here at the start of the class so you missed the part where he told us that the whole of this report counted as twenty-five percent of our grade so you'd better find somebody to partner with quick."
Joey slapped his friends' hand away good-naturedly. "Hey lay off you jerk. Wait; did you say twenty-five!? What is he, crazy?" Joey looked shell-shocked.
"No Mr. Wheeler I am not crazy."
"Aurgg!" Joey whirled around to face an amused looking teacher. Mr. Aimsworth had only been teaching a few years but everyone had learned by now that he operated by one simple rule: Treat me with respect and I'll treat you with respect. He also had a wicked sense of humor and judging by the look in his eye Joey was his next target.
"Oh! Ah... what I meant was isn't that a little high? I mean twenty-five come on! That'll make or break some of the kids in this class."
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Judging by your reaction one would think you were one of them. As it happens this was gone over at the beginning of term and no one thought it was a problem then, perhaps you were absent that day?" He went on before Joey could say anything. "There is someone who needs a partner...Seto Kaiba."
Joey gaped at the teacher with a look of horror on his face. "Can't I switch with someone else!? He sputtered out. "Kaiba and I, we don't get along at all! Were mortal enemies! I hate that guy!
Mr. Aimsworth was unsympathetic. He looked over his shoulder as he walked over to Kaiba's desk. "You should have arrived at the beginning of class if you wanted a choice in partners." Kaiba looked up at their approach.
"As it is Mr. Kaiba is also in need of a partner and seeing as he also needs to do this report if he wants to pass this class there had better be no abjection." That last bit was addressed directly to Kaiba as he looked like he was about to explode. The look on his face now wasn't much better; he just looked like he'd swallowed a toad. A vary large extremely slimy toad.
The teacher stopped besides Kaiba's desk with Joey in tow and addressed both of them. "This report is about researching your family trees as far back as you can go. I want to see lines of decent, occupation, how they lived and died and how long they had in between. The report must be written and will be presented orally to the rest of the class." He stopped to survey their expressions. "One more thing...the report you will be doing will be on each other."
Author: Haikari Archersight
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Seto/Joey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I don't make any money from this. I don't get enough sleep
Summary: The boys don't like each other, but now they have to work together! How are Seto and Joey going to cope!
Authors Notes: This is the first fanfic I have ever written so please be gentle.
Warnings: None yet
See Me
Part 1
Seto sat at his desk in his mansion, typing code onto his laptop in preparation for the next day's business. He brooded as he worked; a small crease appearing in his forehead as he thought of his most resent defeat at the hands of the Pharaoh. Pharaoh... That was a laugh. How dare he be so smug!? The spirit held no power over anyone; he ruled no one and no land and was certainly no ones God!
Yet... He held everyone's attention; people recognized him.... Respected him. Who respected Seto Kaiba? Moukuba? That was a given, he could do no wrong in his brothers eyes.
The frown got deeper as he realized he could think of no other that respected him. Many people feared him. Just about all of his employees did that was for certain. Others were indifferent to him; he paid them for working for his company and that was it.
With a weary sigh he gave up trying to work and saved the recoded VR game he had been working on. After the battle with the big five everything from the ground up had to be checked for any more "surprises". He was not going to entrust this task to anyone. With a wry snort he reflected on the fact the big five had not only been indifferent to him they had obviously not feared or respected him either.
He glanced at the clock sitting on the corner of his desk and one eyebrow rose in annoyance as it was not even midnight.
Despite popular belief among the masses (The Kaiba Corp. employees anyway) he did need at least six hours of sleep a night to function. Although...lately four seemed to do just as well.
No. He would go to bed and go right to sleep. He would not lie awake and think about his last duel with Yami and he most certainly would not waste his time wishing that someone would respect him. Moukuba respected and needed him and that was all he wanted or needed. The Brothers Kaiba would always look after themselves.
With that thought in mind he readied himself for bed and set his alarm.
The next morning was dawning without a cloud in the sky and promised to be one of the hottest of the summer as one Seto Kaiba made his way through Domino city.
"It's a good thing the Kaiba Corp. headquarters has air conditioning ". Seto mused to himself as he sat in the all leather interior of his limo.
As it was, he expected a number of his employees to call in sick so they could enjoy the beautiful weather. They would be surprised to find themselves without jobs come tomorrow unless they could produce doctor's notes as proof of their "illness". Good weather was not an excuse to slack off.
As they pulled up in front of Kaiba Corp. he pressed the intercom on the armrest of his door. "Wait for me here, I will return at quarter to nine to proceed to school". The icy CEO ordered getting out of the car.
"Yes sir". The elderly driver sounded stiffly professional. Much better than the last one who had wanted to be friends with the young CEO.
The two front lobby secretaries had their heads together giggling and whispering as he strode towards the elevators behind them. He scowled before he could stop himself. Hearing him they both looked up and went pale upon seeing the look on his face. Both stood hurriedly and bowed.
"Good morning Kaiba-san". They chorused in not quite unison.
He favored them with a cold glare as he passed and they quickly busied themselves with the papers in front of them. He glanced back as he entered the elevator only to see them with their heads together again only this time one looked near tears while the other had an expression that Seto was very familiar with having seen it many times before in his young life. He had seen it in the mirror numerous times when he was younger, after his father had "finished" with him. He had seen it on the faces of his opponents on the dueling field... after he had defeated them. The realization almost floored him.
Hate, she hated him. She was not frightened of him; she was not indifferent to him. She hated him.
He was still reeling from that realization almost two hours later on the drive to school. How could she hate him, how could any of them hate him. As a part of him sat at his school desk reviewing the weeks schedule and making changes where appropriate another part of him reviewed the expressions on his employees' faces as they had interacted with him in the past. Now that he knew what to look for he didn't like what he found. He still found fear in many faces but under the indifference of a great many others he saw what he had seen on the secretary's face for that one brief moment. Hate.
Why? He paid them well; they got a generous bonus at Christmas; holidays that were on par with other large corporations, they certainly didn't lack for the best equipment.
He knew that sometimes he could be harsh. Moukuba told him so but he didn't see what was so harsh about firing someone who knew the consequences of turning up late for work or of not finishing a project on time? The extra time it took to complete could mean losing a deal, costing him and Kaiba Corp. money. It was good business. He expected his employees to work to make Kaiba Corp a success. Those that couldn't would have to find other jobs.
He didn't understand.
Seto sat in last period reading a book on advanced bio engineering. He did this not because he had to but solely for his own personal pleasure. School was as always a waste of his time, it wasn't as though they could teach him anything he didn't already know but he had to keep attending if he wanted to keep guardianship of Moukuba. That was one of the main provisos that the court had charged him with after the death of his father. He had to keep Moukuba fed, clothed, and sheltered. That was all easy enough as long as he had Kaiba Corp. Graduating high school was something they had tacked on just to aggravate him, he was sure.
What the courts could not see was the fact that he was more intelligent than all of them combined and with all the extra lessons his father had expected him to learn years ago he already knew all this! At least his generous "donations" to the school kept him from having to do more than tests and final exams. He may be knowledgeable enough to have graduated many times over; but unfortunately for him he had to prove it. Oh well...anything for Moukuba.
A motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Across the schoolroom Yugi and his little group of friends were gathered around discussing the current project that the sensei had handed out at the beginning of class. It had something to do with tracing your family tree.
Part 2
"Oh come on you guys!" Joey had arrived late to class and had missed out on being partnered and now he was the odd one out.
Yugi looked sorry for his friend. "I'm sorry Joey but we were told we had to be in pairs only, no groups of three. Maybe someone else still needs a partner?"
Joey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know I'll go ask the sensei."
Of course Tristin had to put his two bits in. Reaching up he dragged Joey down to his seated level by the neck and poked him in the nose. "You weren't here at the start of the class so you missed the part where he told us that the whole of this report counted as twenty-five percent of our grade so you'd better find somebody to partner with quick."
Joey slapped his friends' hand away good-naturedly. "Hey lay off you jerk. Wait; did you say twenty-five!? What is he, crazy?" Joey looked shell-shocked.
"No Mr. Wheeler I am not crazy."
"Aurgg!" Joey whirled around to face an amused looking teacher. Mr. Aimsworth had only been teaching a few years but everyone had learned by now that he operated by one simple rule: Treat me with respect and I'll treat you with respect. He also had a wicked sense of humor and judging by the look in his eye Joey was his next target.
"Oh! Ah... what I meant was isn't that a little high? I mean twenty-five come on! That'll make or break some of the kids in this class."
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Judging by your reaction one would think you were one of them. As it happens this was gone over at the beginning of term and no one thought it was a problem then, perhaps you were absent that day?" He went on before Joey could say anything. "There is someone who needs a partner...Seto Kaiba."
Joey gaped at the teacher with a look of horror on his face. "Can't I switch with someone else!? He sputtered out. "Kaiba and I, we don't get along at all! Were mortal enemies! I hate that guy!
Mr. Aimsworth was unsympathetic. He looked over his shoulder as he walked over to Kaiba's desk. "You should have arrived at the beginning of class if you wanted a choice in partners." Kaiba looked up at their approach.
"As it is Mr. Kaiba is also in need of a partner and seeing as he also needs to do this report if he wants to pass this class there had better be no abjection." That last bit was addressed directly to Kaiba as he looked like he was about to explode. The look on his face now wasn't much better; he just looked like he'd swallowed a toad. A vary large extremely slimy toad.
The teacher stopped besides Kaiba's desk with Joey in tow and addressed both of them. "This report is about researching your family trees as far back as you can go. I want to see lines of decent, occupation, how they lived and died and how long they had in between. The report must be written and will be presented orally to the rest of the class." He stopped to survey their expressions. "One more thing...the report you will be doing will be on each other."