Give It Up…You're All I'll Ever Need
Chapter One- Inspiration
Seto Kaiba paced his office, his chest vibrated as he released a low frustrated growl. He was the author of countless books, famous for writing alone if not for his company that made him a child billionaire. Yet if he couldn't finish another story he'd lose the chance of his lifetime- A chance to work with the author he looked up to- 'Mr. Mutou'.
The mystery man who had escaped the prying eyes of the paparazzi for five years, in fact, his first name wasn't even published on his very own books. Seto had grown into the habit of dedicating all his books to him, though others were included.
The man wrote dozens of books about mythical beings like Exodia and, Kaiba's favorite, the 'Blue-Eyes White Dragon'. The books fascinated Kaiba since he was twelve, and he proceeded to begin his writing career with the hope of meeting the man at thirteen. Now, Kaiba had a chance to meet and work with said man if, and only if, he could complete the series he'd left on hiatus An Orphan's Dream. However, for the love of card games, he couldn't wring a single drop of inspiration from his wired brain.
Kaiba needed inspiration, and his inspiration came strictly from human contact. Impatiently, the nineteen-year old called Mokuba, his thirteen year old brother, into his office using the house speaker system. The younger of the Kaiba's arrived shortly, constantly blowing up air to puff his thick black hair form his grey eyes.
"Mokuba," Seto began as his brother entered his office, "I'm going out for a bit….and I need my low-key suit."
Mokuba sighed, "Bro, I've said this before: you're about as low-key as toddler with a temper tantrum on drugs in that suit, not to mention it makes you look dumb."
"No. No it does not." Seto said, purposely disregarding his little brother's false statements. "It's the only thing subtle enough to hunt for inspiration in, now please, go get it."
Grumbling frustratedly, Mokuba ran to retrieve Kaiba's requested outfit, as much as he loved his brother, Seto really could be a prick of the highest order.
Shortly afterwards, Seto left the mansion in an apparel that was so subtle it could be described as…an earthquake.
Kaiba wore black leather pants that were wrinkled in a particular way, made to make other pricks everywhere feel jealous. His black fitted sleeveless vest happily soaked up his 'I'm too good for you" attitude, which oozed out of the child-billionaire every pore. To top it off he woe conspicuous black shades, with mirrors in the edges for hindsight. Altogether, his clothes made more of a statement than if he'd simply dressed normally and kept the shades.
Seto walked through the city slowly, determined to find someone that would slap him with sheer, undiluted, unaltered inspiration…missing them, giving up; those weren't options. He would find the person, and- kindness be damned- he lock them in his mansion if need be.
Kaiba searched for hours without any positive results…six hours to be exact. Discouraged, he decided to search for another hour before going home; but he wouldn't give up! He'd be back at it the next day! The hour dragged on slowly without a single interesting person walking by. With a sigh, he turned to go home.
And then it happened.
The world slowed, the stars fell, time ran backwards, life eloped with death, but most importantly; he ran into inspiration… literally. Shocked, Kaiba could only stare at the boy who was also recuperating from their sudden collision.
'This kid is perfect,' he couldn't help but think in amazement. His wacky, three-tone hair and ultra-lame pyramid puzzle necklace started up an addictive urge in Kaiba's left hand.
He knew this feeling-the itch to write.
'Holy shit,' he thought, star struck, 'This kid was it.'
Seto stood shell-shocked, unable to believe that all he needed to reieve inspiration was to find someone who looked stupid- it was amazing! He offered his hand, which the boy took, and pulled his muse up.
"Ah," Kiba began awkwardly, clearing his throat, "I'd like to give you an invitation to the Kaiba Corp™ Facility."
"Sure!" the kid replied, not the slightest bit of mistrust in his eyes. "Numb-nut! Fuzz-bag!" he yelled, "I'm going with this random stranger I don't know for a moment! I'll meet you at my house if I don't get lynched or kidnapped!"
Seto looked at the kid incredulously, 'Was this kid serious?'
"Kay Yuge!" The blonde called back, completely unfazed by the insults and stupid proclamation.
'Yuge' turned to Seto, smiling contentedly, "So where is Kaiba Corp™ from here?" he asked.
"What?" The nineteen year old managed, utterly lost by this stupidity.
"You said you were inviting me to Kaiba Corporation so I assumed you meant today," He intoned, letting out an exasperated sigh, "My name's Yuugi by the way.
"Er, Seto Kaiba, Nice to meet-," Yuugi interrupted him by tripping on a sturdy block of air, taking Kaiba's shades with him on his descent to the ground. Almost immediately, there was a collective squeal from every rabid fangirl wanting to speak to their rich idol. He panicked as a crowd of sexually frustrated females- ahem, fan girls- rushed towards him. Picking up the disgruntled boy, Seto sprinted onto the side walk and ran for dear life. Screw Kaiba Corp™, this boy was going to go straight to his house- there was no way he was going to run from the animals behind him longer than necessary. The moment Seto could glimpse his mansion he picked up speed.
"MOKUBA!" he yelled. Mokuba, having developed a keen sense of hearing from all the fangirls attacks, opened the door just enough to allow his brother in before hosing down the rabid females….and males. The fans shrieked in demonic rage, and eventually left. Yuugi, who now stood upright, flipped open his phone and told his 'friends' they could go on without him. Turning back to Seto he asked, "So why exactly am I at your….house?" at the same time Mokuba who'd just come back inside asked, "So who's this?"
Seto breathed heavily for a few moments before he answered both of their questions at the same time.
"Inspiration."
Wasn't that much, much better? See how much I've improved? From now on I won't have crappy chappies….I hope. By the way the title changed…just for your information.
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