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 11): 775
Author's Notes: I actually wrote this before chapter 10 because I wasn't confident in what I wanted the flashback to be when I started it. However, after the upload of chapter 10, I held out uploading this just so I could work on my other stuff for a bit but not be late on an update. I hope you enjoy.
Seto hadn't realized how utterly dependent his siblings had become when he'd put his rules immediately into effect. He'd known, sure, hence the rules in the first place, but until he saw it up close, it hadn't really hit him. He watched the three of them fumble around the next morning, Naomi pressing random buttons on the coffee maker before giving up. Mokuba was reading the directions on the pancake box before glancing up at the clock and deciding he had no time. It was almost humorous, if it hadn't been so utterly pathetic and tragic.
He was about to leave for work when Noah's voice piped up. "So, how exactly do you expect us to get to school? You left us without a driver and none of us can drive."
That's how they ended up with the four of them in one of Seto's cars. He'd kept Roland on as his own assistant but to have them all be driven by him would go against the idea of the rules. He wasn't sure that being driven by Seto himself was much better, but at least he was trying to set an example. He could be self-sufficient and drive himself to work.
Naomi's head was lolling to the side, leaning against the passenger side window. Noah was in the back seat, sulking, and Mokuba was next to him, staring out the window.
"So, how are we doing this after today?" he asked, finally breaking the silence in the car.
"That part I'll leave up to you. I'm sure you have friends, or learn to take public transportation."
"You mean like buses?" Noah scoffed, raising his voice on the last word.
"Can you keep it down? It's too early to hear your whiny voice," Naomi groaned from the front.
"Take your own advice and shut it," he hit back.
"Both of you shut up," Seto said firmly. "Yes, like buses. It won't kill you."
"How do you know? What if we get mugged? We could be recognized and someone could try and rob us."
"Too bad we're broke now, there'd be nothing to rob," Naomi replied.
"Well then, we'll just get killed," Noah started. "Seto probably wouldn't even care."
The car stopped short a block away from the school. "Enough. The two of you are acting like spoiled, obnoxious brats." He didn't lose his temper a lot with his siblings, but he was finding it hard not to. His grip on the steering wheel was so hard, his knuckles were white.
"We are spoiled, obnoxious brats," Naomi bit back. "Isn't that what this whole thing is about?"
"You are also ridiculously dramatic. You're not going to get killed on a bus and you're not fucking broke. Are the two of you really that entitled? You better pray you never have to learn what real hardship is like." He unlocked the car doors. "Why can't you just get over it? Look at Mokuba, he's not even complaining."
"Yeah, because he's too afraid to speak up to you," Naomi mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Good. Now get out. I'm sure you can walk a block without a bodyguard," Seto said sarcastically.
The three of them got out and he waited until they were all on the sidewalk before speeding away. He knew he'd be getting some push back from them for this, but this was out of control.
He could almost hear his stepfather's voice in his ear, going on about how you need to demand respect and all that. He wished he could, that much was true, but then he thought about the way Gozaburo used to 'demand respect' from them, from their mother.
No.
They'd learn, they would. Just not that way.
When he got into the office, he almost groaned at the number of messages Ishizu had apparently left him. He'd gotten in late because of his detour to the school, and she was used to him being there already. She must have thought he was ignoring her calls or something.
He listened to the messages, about her being worried and asking if he was alright, and all that jazz. He waited until he was cooled off from the confrontation with his siblings before he called her back, explaining everything. She didn't give her opinion on his punishments for the younger teens. It was something he usually was thankful for. She had her own family and didn't fully understand his, so she'd let him do things his way. She didn't fight him on anything but she wasn't openly supportive, either.
Right now, he wished she was. He turned down lunch, not up to seeing anyone.
Author's Notes: Thank you all for reading. I know this one is short, but when things get juicier they'll get longer. Please don't forget to tell me in a comment/review how you're feeling about the fic! Next chapter will be up by July 24.
