Title: Super Rich Kids
Pairings: Current Trustshipping (Seto/Ishizu), Eventual Puppyshipping (Seto/Joey), Revolutionshipping (Atem/Téa), others will be determined as I write
Rating: T
Words (Chapter 2): 855
Author's Notes: I know, I uploaded chapter one a while ago, I was actually half done this chapter when I did that but then my life got really busy. I'm sorry! If you didn't catch this in my last AN, I'm going to be writing this fic in a pattern (Seto, Naomi, Noah, Mokuba, then a flashback, repeat) so this one is focused a little more on my OC.
Naomi Kaiba liked to think she and her older stepbrother had always gotten along fine. She'd looked up to him, liked spending time with him, and when she was younger, having an older brother had been amazing. She felt protected and cared about.
When said older brother suddenly became her guardian, things weren't so easy anymore. Seto was under constant stress in making KaibaCorp. transition from a military company to a gaming company. If anyone asked her, he didn't have the patience to deal with both the incompetent idiots at work and handle keeping a family together.
But no one asked her and to avoid having to possibly be split up due to like, foster rules or something, she didn't exactly volunteer that information. She wasn't even sure how that worked. All she knew was he stepped up to keep them together, and she wasn't about to mess that up by complaining.
If you asked her, though, she would also say that she was not the problem child of the family. Mokuba liked to rebel, Noah just plain never listened to Seto, and Seto himself wasn't all that good with rules and restrictions for the three of them.
Case and point: the fact that it was Friday night, she was getting home before the dinner between the Kaibas and Ishtars began, and she was still being punished.
A month of no going out. It could have been worse, but she absolutely did not think a month was appropriate at all. Naturally, she spent the first course of dinner explaining so.
"It doesn't even make sense. If the dinner starts at 7:30, we should have until 7:30 to get back home. We should not be locked home like prisoners from the moment school is out until 7:30. We're teenagers! It's a Friday night! We have lives, you know. Not all of us became stuffy business suits when we turned sixteen."
"Do you really think insulting him is the best way to get him to ease up on your punishment?" Marik leaned close and whispered in her ear under the guise of reaching for the iced tea.
"Not that you're stuffy, or anything, I just mean that not all of us have jobs that we need to focus on and we can enjoy going out on weekends. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks you keep us under a bit of a strict lock and key. Am I right, Ishizu?"
Her brother's girlfriend looked up, eyes flicking between Naomi and Seto. "I don't think I should get involved," she answered calmly, going back to her meal immediately after.
"So much for girls sticking together," she mumbled. "Marik, back me up here."
"I'm already banned from the house other than these dinners for the next month. I'm not saying anything."
"Seriously? Noah? Mokuba?"
Her younger brothers just shrugged, looking like they enjoyed this way too much. They probably thought it was fun watching her dig her grave deeper. She wasn't sure how, but she tucked it into the back of her mind that she needed to get them back somehow. She'd figure it out. Later.
"Okay, you all suck. The point, Seto is that I have a life, I have a boyfriend and friends. Wait, that's it. It's because you hate Jagger and his family."
"My dislike for your idiot boyfriend isn't a factor. You broke the rules and now you're being punished."
"But it was a dumb rule!"
"Enough, Naomi." It was rare Seto would raise his voice at any of the three of them, so Naomi knew well enough to leave it be when he did. Even Mokuba and Noah knew to wipe the cat who ate the canary grins off their faces.
When the staff cleaned off their plates and began to set them for the main course, the table was almost eerily quiet.
Quiet to the point where you could hear the clicking of nails against a phone screen and the occasional buzz.
Also, you could hear a very frustrated, deep breathing from the person next to the one doing said clicking.
"No phones at the table," Seto said through gritted teeth as he reached under it to grab the phone from his sister's hand. He stood up, holding his other hand out towards his brothers, who both hesitantly handed theirs over as well, despite not having been using them, maneuvering around the staff who was setting chicken in front of most of the table, save for Marik, who was a vegetarian.
As he turned to put them on the nearest shelf, next to an old family portrait from when they were kids, Naomi mumbled into the bite of chicken she was cutting. "Hypocrite."
Seto glared when he turned back around, but his sister didn't know if he didn't hear or was just letting that one go. It was unlikely, but there was a chance it would come up again later.
There was quiet again for a few minutes until Ishizu tried to break the tension with a simple question, that turned out to be not to simple.
"So, how was school?"
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm doing that thing I do where I add in GX characters because clearly I have a problem and need to do it all the time. If you're wondering, yes, you're supposed to think Naomi's an annoying, spoiled brat, because that's part of the whole plot, that the younger Kaibas all are. Next chapter is focused more on Noah, who is also a brat. My favorite brat. Thank you all for reading!
