Please excuse how short this chapter is. The next chapter is over 3000 words and I will be posting it up tonight. Got to put some space inbetween chapters so people don't get confused and skip over chapters. Plan on writing the 7th one today. ^.^ And more, if I can. All depends on how attached to my arm my son is. Or more like whether he will take a nap.
Chapter 5
Seto would have forgotten the stick of a girl was still in his house if she hadn't come bursting into his office, followed by an apologetic Mokuba.
"Until you find the bastard who took Yugi," she announced. "I'm not going anywhere."
Seto looked at Mokuba. Mokuba flailed his hands in the air, somehow managing to convey that he had done what he could to get her home like Seto had asked him to. Why the kid hadn't just asked one of their manservants to bodily haul the girl out by force was beyond him. It wasn't like his younger brother lacked the grit to do it.
He gave the girl another once over. Her face was so pale it had gone gray and he noticed her knees shaking. Since he was the one who had done that to her, despite her more or less asking for it by getting up in his face, he sighed.
"Sit down before you collapse."
Instead, she curled her fists.
"Tell your squirt to get off my case about kicking me out."
"That little squirt is my brother." He folded his hands and leveled a flat stare at her. He gave her ten seconds tops. "You are hardly in the place to be giving me orders."
Seven. "You're the one who sucked me dry!"
Five. "Then you'd be dead. If anything, you owe me your life for having the will not to do just that. Go away."
Three. "No!" Two. She wobbled.
He smiled. "You're an idiot."
One.
The chocolate brown eyes rolled to the back of her head. Mokuba barely managed to catch her shoulders and stopping her head from cracking against the floor.
He turned back to the computer screen, where a map of possible trajectories was displayed. Using satellite footage and accounts of some of his men around the area, he had narrowed down the monster's location to two places. He set to work pulling up images and square footage of each place.
"You gotta admire her will," said Mokuba. He grunted in effort as he started to pull the older girl onto a nearby couch.
"What are you doing?" Seto asked. "I said to get rid of her."
"Seto, she was rocking and pleading for her friend before she even noticed I was there. I think it would be crueler to send her off than just letting her stick around here for a few days. What harm could it do?"
Seto rolled his eyes. "Keep an especially annoying girl in the mansion of an overworked, irritated vampire. Great idea."
Mokuba scoffed, panting a bit as he got her upper half onto the couch. "Wow, she's way heavier than she looks. Must be all bone and muscle."
"If you don't get her out, I will." He finished typing in the URL specifics, picked up his phone, pressed speed-dial, and waited.
Mokuba managed to get the bottom half of the girl onto the sofa just as she gave a tiny, mewl like moan. It made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
On the other end of the line, the phone picked up.
"Mr. Kaiba, sir?"
"I have a young lady in my office I need you to take home," he said.
"Seto," said Mokuba impatiently. "I really think she should stay."
"I will be there momentarily, sir."
Seto hung up. "Alright, then. Give me a reason I can actually accept."
Mokuba squared his shoulders in the way that meant business. A fleeting memory of his younger brother doing the same thing at seven when asking to go to public school ran through his head.
"If you were her and it was me that had been captured, what would you do if the only person you thought could help you find me kicked you out, what would you do?"
"Her friend's most likely dead."
"Even so."
The roll of images that elicited gave Seto pause. He didn't even need to wonder. He'd be beating down the door, sabotaging their car, going tooth and nail at any obstacle in his way until they gave in or he died.
He glanced at the pale, unconscious girl, who despite her blood loss had pushed herself across his mansion. She definitely had the spunk to do it.
Then he saw his brother glance at her as well. The look he saw flash across his gaze solidified in his mind that his brother wasn't telling everything.
He felt a moment of guilt.
"Fine," he said. "Do what you want. But she stays here."
Mokuba snorted. "Good luck with that."
Seto rounded a hard glare on his younger brother. "No. You will make sure she stays here."
Mokuba threw his hands up again, not unlike when he had come in with her. "Alright! I got it."
One of the girl's thin, pale arms wriggled into the air. "Yessss." Came the triumphant hiss. Then, "Is there any way I could get, like, a blood transfusion or sumpthan? This blows."