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"Dad please... I won't say anything, I swear." I begged, eyes on the man on the screen. Another week had passed without word from Damian, and when he didn't answer my video call I'd braved a call to my father. "We've got enough going on right now Milo." "Then tell me so I can help." "We're moving." A frown came over my lips. "Why." "Because I said so." "That's not good enough any more." I leaned forward and zeroed in on the lens. "He's not just your son. He's my brother." "You aren't his parent." "I'm his sister!" "Not enough." I felt anger swell in my chest. "And who's fault is that?! You left me with her!" Shock layered his face and I felt compelled to continue. "You picked him! You knew her and you still left me with her! You are just as much to blame with how I turned out as she is!" "I fought for you Milo!" "Not enough." We were in a stalemate, and we knew it. He sighed and sagged back against the battered office chair he sat in. "There's been some... phone calls." "Asking for money." He nodded. "I'm getting them too... I've been trying to do something about it, but the trip back tapped me out..." "I'm the same way right now with the funeral." We sat silent a moment before I spoke up. "I'll get it... I'll figure it out, I promise. Please. Don't move him again." "I may not have a choice this time, Milo. The things these men are saying worry me." "So send him here... I can protect him here. You know I will." His face immediately closed up and I knew the answer before he spoke it. "It's for Damian's well being! He could actually go to school here." "You know my position on this." "So I don't get a say at all?" I gathered my long dark locks in my hands and pulled, frustrated. "Give me something. I don't know what to do anymore!" I snapped. We were silent a long moment before his eyes drifted over my shoulder. Looking back I saw the Kaiba brothers, standing uncomfortably. "You can call him next week. I'll make sure he answers." "Fine..." The line clicked shut and I pressed the button to power off the TV, throwing the remote a bit harder then needed back to the couch. "You could have knocked." "You could have answered." Spoke the older brother. "We heard yelling, so we got worried..." Said the dark haired teen, holding up the key given to them a few weeks back. Staring at it, I debated taking it before sighing. "Sorry... I'm a bit on edge right now... How about some tea?" I said, moving back to my more gentle nature. Not waiting for their response, I headed for the kitchen. I was just putting the kettle on when I heard the younger Kaiba. "Milo? Would you mind if I took Deezer out?" "No, he's probably due anyway. You know where the leash is." A moment later I heard the click of the door as the pair left. The tension was thick between me and the brunet as he pulled a few things out of his suitcase. "I am sorry for what I said to you last week... It just... upset me that you would think I was after your money." "Are you?" "No. I don't want your money..." I gave a slight snort. "Probably wouldn't know what to do with it if I had it." I set out a few tuna rolls I'd made up the day before as a snack. "I guess what upset me the most is... and I hope I'm not too forward, but I sort of thought we were friends, you know?" He was quiet a moment as he set up his laptop. "I guess I might have over reacted." He said softly. "I just assumed when money was brought up..." I set down the tea for him and sat down with my own cup. "I can see how that might happen... but I mean it. I don't want your money Kaiba..." He moved the mouse around and connected to my wireless. "Seto." I looked up to find those bright eyes locked on the screen. "You can call me Seto. But not at work." I snorted. "Kiko would have a hay day with that." That drew his attention and I smirked. "Oh honey, you didn't think your business was yours did you? She's got a bigger mouth then Monica Lewinsky." His brows pinned in what could only be confusion. "That was a joke about- It's not important. Kiko's a gossip hound, I would have thought you knew." "No. I wasn't aware." "Oh... Oops." He snorted and a smirk curled his lips. "Don't care for her much?" "She drives me nuts. So snooty." I turned to cross my legs and press my hands over them, face doing a sad imitation of the woman. "Kaiba-sama does not have time for this kind of thing! That's your job to sort through the riff-raff!" A low rumble left him as his attention returned to the computer. "She loves rubbing those little add ons in my face." "The honorifics?" "If that's what you call them. We don't really have those." He shook his head. "It's the same as 'Mr. or Mrs.' in English." "She gets really bent out of shape when I call you Mister." I grinned a bit. "I might be doing it on purpose."
"So, not to be rude, but what brings you over this time? Or is my place just the place to be on Friday nights?" I said with a tiny smile as I started on something simple for dinner. "I wanted you to draw something." Said Seto, who had taken a break from his computer to give me his full attention. "What kind of something?" "Me." My brows lifted and he smirked a bit. "It's to give to the digital designers to see if we can get started ironing out the transition from 2-D to virtual reality." "Why not just scan you?" I looked over as I stirred a bit of curry. "If you're going to reality why not base off of reality?" "Because you can't scan monsters." "If we can get the image of Seto perfect, then we can use the same technique to draw the monsters in the game, and know they'll come out right." Said Mokuba, coming to sit at the table with his brother. "People are the hardest to replicate... I think I get it." "That and nobody knows Seto like Seto." Said Mokuba with a grin. "That means he can make sure it's completely right." I nodded as I brought over the curry and rice, a piece of grilled chicken to the side for each of us. "Alright... I'll get started after dinner. I'm at your disposal."
The blue eyed man sighed and a curt 'Shh.' Left my lips, completely lost in my endeavor. I poured my frustration, and hurt into matching the shade of his eyes. I used my anger to match the way his hair came down over his ears. I poured my heart into that drawing, and when I was finally done, I felt a weight lift from me. It was beautiful, and I felt almost sad to be done with it. "Can I see?" He asked softly. Nodding slowly, I passed my iPad across the table to where he sat. I'd tried to come as close to 3-D as I could without actually rendering it as such. You could turn the drawing to gain new perspectives, but it was still a flat drawing. His silence caused my nervousness to grow. "Is it... It's okay?" "It's amazing." He looked to me. "Can you do more of this?" "Sure... What ever you need really, just give me a bit of time to do it." "I have a set of VR techs that will do the clean up and virtual rendition. I want you to give them the base to work with." "Okay..." "Can you make a full profile?" I nodded. "Do that." He pressed the iPad back and I nodded once more, flicking to a clean sheet with a wide yawn. "But... not tonight..." I looked up once more. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I get a bit impatient with new games..." He said, looking to where once again Mokuba was asleep on my couch, dog at his feet. I lifted my feet into my chair and hugged my knees. "I know the feeling." I sighed. "But rushing things usually has a nasty habit of screwing them up." "Remarkably well." Said Seto, leaning back and stretching his arms up and behind his head, tilting his chair back a bit on it's back legs. "Patience has a way of paying off though." My brow lifted. "Kaiba Corp wouldn't be what it is if I hadn't done it the way I have." "But not to boast." I said, tiny smirk in place. What I could only call a smug grin came to his lips. "But not to boast." I chuckle left me as I uncurled my form, ready for a warm cup of tea. Seeing his cup empty I went to pick it up, but my thumb seemed locked, a sharp pain running up my forearm. A wince curled my lip as the cup dropped back to the table. "Shit! I'm sorry." I said, going to right it. "It's alright, it was empty..." He rocked his chair down and that sharp stare looked at the arm critically. "Hand cramp." I said with a bit of a forced grin, picking the cup up with the fingers of my other hand, I turned to set it on the counter. "That's carpal tunnel." He said, matter-of-factly. "Really. Kaiba Corp do Medical Degrees now?" I said with a smirk as I looked over. He just lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers. "Well, honestly, it wouldn't surprise me." I rotated my wrist a bit, and ran my hands under some warm water. "I'll be alright though, it's not that bad." Regaining the feeling back in my fingers, I easily poured the tea. "It gets worse." "When you work 16 hours a day, yea, that happens." I said, giving a pointed look his way. He gave a grunt and looked away, his stare turning to the boy on the couch. Pouring him a fresh cup I set it before him. "You also, use a pen and handle paper." His brow lifted as he looked back. "Isn't that neat? I learned it from this drug dealer in Boulder." I said with a grin. "It's weird." "No it's not. Come on, let me see." He gave me a clear look of skepticism before reluctantly giving me his hand. I looked down at it, and ran a finger over the callous on his middle digit. "That's from a pen... Mine's really big." I said, rubbing my own bump with my fingers. "Then there's this one... you've worn the tip of your fingers." I said, brushing my thumb over the ends. "Turning pages or cards..." I ran my fingers down and followed a hard patch of skin across his palm. "That's from your briefcase... and that's where your hands rest on your keyboard..." I hit his wrist and paused. "That's been broken..." He tugged the arm from my grip and wrapped his hands around his cup. "Street tricks." "Well yea, it was the streets." I responded, letting the moment drop. The rest of the evening though it stayed in my mind, and well into the next day after they had left. I remembered that an article had mentioned that the brothers were adopted into the empire, had their time before been the cause? I wasn't sure. Whatever the reason, the elder brother seemed pretty intent to drop it. Sighing over the city below, I shivered and looked up as a snowflake slowly dropped down. Looks like Winter was early.