A/N: Sorry I didn't update last week. I took a little vacation. I mentioned it on facebook. Anyway, I might be updating my stories more than weekly until I go off to school. I'd like to have them close to being completed by then so I don't have to worry about it on top of studying. This story actually is almost over, three more chapters I think. Hope you enjoy :D
Chapter 9 - Setting Up Shoppe (Posted 10 August 2011)
"I still don't trust him." Grampa Mutou said as he watched Kaiba give directions to his lackeys working on the shoppe.
"Grampa," Yugi sighed, "it's going to be fine. You made the right choice."
"He closed down our shoppe for a whole month!"
"Yeah, so he can get everything set up. This is gonna be good for us, Gramps, really. It'll bring in more money and we'll reclaim ownership in a few years. And we'll always have an alliance with Kaiba Corp, so they'll always be able to help us."
"So I take it you two are friends now."
Yugi nodded and smiled softly. "We've been friends, but it was just recently that he admitted it. And even though he was never the nicest person in the world, I still trust him. So can you just please sit back and relax while he takes care of everything?"
"Fine." Grampa huffed. "But I'd still be cautious if I were you. He is still Kaiba after all." He walked away and left Yugi to keep an eye on Kaiba while he and his employees worked.
Yugi watched for almost half an hour, losing himself in the almost dance-like swiftness with which the men worked. Then he went into the kitchen and poured some drinks for everyone. "Kaiba," he said upon his return. "why don't you all take a break? You've been working really hard all morning.."
Seto looked over to see Yugi holding a tray full of glasses of lemonade. He half smiled, half smirked. "Thanks, Yugi." he said to him after grabbing a glass. "Alright everyone, you all get a ten minute break. Then it's back to work until lunchtime."
Yugi smiled happily as the workers came up to him and took a glass, each thanking him with a small nod. "So," he said to Kaiba, "how long until the shoppe is back up and running?"
"I'd say about a week yet."
"That's sooner than you thought."
"Yes, well, my crew is very skilled. And I don't want to cause a setback for you and your grandfather. My goal is to help you, not hurt you."
"Thanks."
"Kaiba, can I ask you something?"
"Go right ahead."
"Um... since the night I broke the wall in my dream... Yami... hasn't been back."
"Oh?" Seto seemed curious.
"Yeah. I mean, I don't know if you know anything or not. It's just that he promised he'd keep coming to me in my dreams until he figured something out. I'm just worried, is all."
"I see. I'm sorry I don't have an answer for you. All I can tell you is that I haven't seen him since then either."
"Oh." Yugi looked away, dejected.
"But think of it this way." Kaiba offered in an attempt to lighten Yugi's mood. "Maybe he has found something. And maybe he needs to save all his strength in order for it to work. It has only been two weeks after all."
"That's true. Thanks, Kaiba." Yugi smiled sweetly up at him, making Seto blush just a little bit. Yugi didn't notice, but he did notice him cough and turn his head. "Are you okay?"
"Me?"
Yugi giggled. "Yeah, you. You've been acting a little strange lately. Like you're nervous or something."
"Have I? I didn't take notice." Kaiba was lying, of course. How could he not notice that the once cool, calm, and collected man he was had recently started turning into a flustered mess?
"Well, maybe you should take a day off and get some rest." Yugi suggested, a worried look stuck on his face. "Things are moving ahead of schedule and I don't mind keeping an eye on your workers for you while they fix this place up."
"But I want to help."
"You've been helping a lot. You really should get some rest."
Kaiba considered it. "Maybe you're right. I'll take half the day off tomorrow."
"I guess that's close enough." Yugi rolled his eyes playfully before going around and collecting all the empty lemonade glasses and taking them back into the kitchen.
Kaiba stared after him, furrowing his brows and shaking his head at himself.