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Family Matters: Chapter One: Illegitimate
It had started out as a normal week, a normal week of harassing Mokuba out of bed and the same struggle to get the teen ready for school. The same cup with the same flavoured coffee and two pieces of white, crustless toast with butter. The same boring root into the city of Domino to the same, dull buildings of Domino Junior High, where Mokuba went and then to the equally dull and strangely painful buildings of Domino High where he went.
The same subjects with teachers that would be lucky if they had half of his IQ and roughly the same arguments with the mutt and the friendship, geek squad.
The same 'if you'd give us a chance we'd be your friends' speech that drove him bonkers and then the ride to pick up Mokuba and then to the overly tall and ostentatious Kaiba Corporation building with all its class wall.
It ended being the most baize week Kaiba had in his whole life to date.
And that said something.
It all went south on the Thursday when an unexpected and rather unwanted guest came to his office and said the strangest thing the billionaire had ever heard.
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"So you claim that I, Kaiba Seto am your child," the teen CEO drawled his cold blue eyes narrowing on the greying brunette across from him. The man, if he'd lost a few pounds and cut off the fights, would be highly attractive, even now he was, though he held the allure of a man who rode his women hard and fast and with an iron fist. Literally. He screamed abuser, and abusers was one thing the younger man new well and tried hard to stay away from.
The mans brown eyes were hard as iron and as friendly as a wounded bear…fresh from hibernation, his nose had obviously been broken serval times and a long scar cut threw his left eyebrow. His lips thin and stern though they tilted up in an obscene smile that promised pain, his jaw strong though more angular than most. His shoulders broad and heavy with muscle though the slight bulge in the lower area of his shirt shouted excess drinking and bad diet.
He was tall, tall in a way few were, hitting close to six foot four, maybe five.
"Yes, didn't you ever notice boy, that your mamma and your pap both had that dark dark hair like your kid brother, Mokuba?" the man sneered and his eyes narrowed further, this man was putting him on edge.
"…I can't say I did, I was but a child when they both passed," he replied, he'd seen and still owned many photos of his and Mokuba's parents, a stunning couple with dark hair and blue and grey eyes. Their mother a delicate woman, the, in Seto's opinion, epitome of femineity, with long black hair, her eyes as blue as his own, a stunningly curvy body.
Their father a moderately tall man of about five foot twelve, though he looked closer to six feet, with medium length black hair and eyes that rare shade of grey like silver that appeared to move, he remembered wishing that he had his fathers eyes as a boy.
"Hmm, pity," the man said though his tone was mocking as he leaned back in a way Seto had only seen one other person manage, "I remember them well, you see, I'd nocked your mamma up, oh she never told me, to my face that is. No she called from a pay phone, telling me we were to have a baby, she was about a month along when I found out and about two months when your pap met the wench. Hmm, she was working as a waitress then, her pregnancy already showing, though not all that much, not noticeably so anyway. Just a little thickening, a little filling out."
The man's smile widened at the further narrowing of his eyes and continued, despite the warning in the other mans eyes, "Your pap, or should I say your brothers' pap flirted with her for weeks, coming in only when he knew she'd be in. I only knew this because I overheard another waitress tell your mamma, giggling, stupid girl. So your mamma being the 'good' girl she was walked up to him, two seats down from me, and said 'Look sir, I'm real sorry but I'm pregnant.' He'd smiled his eyes lighting up and he reached up as if to touch your mamma," he said his own eyes narrowing, his next words in a different voice. A smooth, drawl, a voice he Seto remembered reading bed time stories, and yet some how the man opposite him filled that voice with love and a venom that would have burned, "I love kids, I hope the baby has your eyes,' and he touched her. Oh she fell in that instant and not two months later there in the paper was their hurried wedding," his voice back it its normal depth and gutturalness.
"And I should believe you why?" Seto asked an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, you should, but you're a suspicious little brat so how 'bout a DNA test, huh," the man snickered and, "Yes. That should surfies and prove that you Mr Wheeler are delirious and in need of medical help," the CEO sneered before picking up the phone, effectively cutting off his visitors rebuttal.
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And the down spiral continued two days later, when in the doctors office the pair sat one with laughter in his eyes the other with horror at the news they'd just received.
A ninety-five percent probability that he Kaiba Seto was the illegitimate son of an alcoholic, no good street fighter, with two more siblings, both younger than himself.
Wheeler Joey and Serenity his half siblings.
Legitimate younger siblings.
"Are you positive that you machine didn't miss read or interpret incorrectly?" He demanded and the doctor gave him a pitying look as she shook her head, "There is only a small, and I'm talking so tiny it is really dismissed, chance of a miss read."
"How small?" he chocked out.
Sighing she placed the folder on her desk and said, "A point-zero-zero-zero-zero-one percent chance, that's one in every ten million Mr Kaiba."
The boy nodded stood, murmured his thanks, shook her hand with his slightly trembling one before he left and his…father stood chucked her a cruel smirk before heading after him.
"This isn't possible," Seto said to himself as he slid into the limo and Mr Wheeler jumped on his motor bike shouting out, "I'll tell Joey the good news, he always wanted a big brother," and laughed when the blood further drained from the teens face.
The ride home was a blur as he sat back and stared at nothing in shock, how was he going to explain this to Mokuba? Would this cause the government social workers to take Mokuba away? Would he be forced to go into the care of his biological parent, one he didn't know and currently didn't care for?
Shaking the thoughts away he opened the door the moment he was home and headed straight for his little brothers main hang out, the game room where the sound of the TV was on nearly full blast.
"Mokuba!" he shouted entering yet knew he had gone unheard by the dark haired child he loved dearly. Sighing as his eyebrow twitched he moved over to the boy and jerked the controller out of his small hand turning off the sound completely growling, "If you always have it that loud you'll end up with industrial deafness."
"Huh? Seto where did you come from big brother?" the child asked and Seto sighed and shook his head, murmuring, "I need to tell you something."
His words froze his little brother, who blinked wordlessly waiting for Seto to speak, what ever it was that Seto had to tell him was serious and he had noticed the signs of stress that had slowly wound tighter since later Thursday.
"Mokuba…" he began wonder briefly weather he should be as blunt as normal or tell his little brother delicately, then decided since delicacy wasn't something he was good at he would just come right out and say it.
"Mokuba, I'm your half brother and I…we have to other siblings, a brother and a sister," he said and Mokuba waited for a second then grinned, "Cool, who? When do we get to meet them? Is it mom or dad that you're not related too?"
Though truth be told if it turned out that he and Seto had no real relation except for the one they forged over the years he wouldn't care. Seto was Seto and he would always be his big brother.
Seto grimaced then spoke, "I don't have the same father. And our 'new' siblings are…
TBC