It's came to my attention that the flashbacks weren't being separated from the story by the symbols I was using, so I found some that would work. For some reason *~ doesn't work, but () does? I don't know, I don't make the rules. I'll try to stay on top of it for you guys. Sorry about that. Let me know what you think of the story, and don't forget to sub and follow to see how it ends! - BB
I don't own yugioh
I looked up from the computer in my office when I heard the kitchen door slam. Uh Oh. I looked over the cheap reading glasses on my nose when the tall brunet came to the doorway. My den was down the hall from the dining room, and the rest of the house was dark, so I wasn't hard to find. "Are we upset?" "We are." Said the man with a sigh as he flopped into the padded wooden chair on the other side of desk. "What happened? He not enjoy it?" "He did, that wasn't the problem." He slouched back and leaned an elbow on the arm, his long fingers trailing over his temple. "I told him I have to go to Kansas City next weekend, he didn't take it well." "Oh, so we're disappointed." "There's a difference?" He gave me confused face and I chuckled. "Yes. Welcome to the fun part of parenting. This one might be hard for you, given you have the emotional range of a lizard." I sat back and pulled off the reading glasses, tossing them to the mess on my desk. "Mood swings?" "Eh, well, kinda." I gave a crooked grin. "He's disappointed, and scared, and worried." "Why? I'll be back Monday." "After ten years without you." His face melted into a soft look of disappointed revelation. "He'll be okay, I'll talk to him." "I didn't mean to upset him, I just thought he should know." He grumbled, running his large hands over his face. "It's a part of growing up Kaiba, he might have the IQ of a physicist, but still only ten. He's got some growing to do." I looked up as I heard the boy stomp around and slam his bedroom door. Leaning an arm over the back of my office chair, I smirked. "You know that's not just me, right?" "Oh no, that's all you." "Right, right, right." I chuckled as I stood. "Don't worry! I'll fix it. You have a safe trip okay? We'll be here when you get back." I squeezed his shoulder as I passed, heading for the boy upstairs.
"Wanna talk about it?" "No." "Sure?" I sat on the edge of his bed where he was on his stomach, headphones on and phone in his hand, wandering through looking for music. He was quiet and I just waited. After about ten minutes he sighed and yanked the headset down. "He's leaving." "I know." "That's dumb." I chuckled and rubbed his back. "Well he's a busy guy Gabe, he's the head of a big company." "I know but he's the boss, he can do what he wants." "That's not always how it works. C'mon, you know that." He didn't answer, so I just continued. "Are you disappointed?" Slowly, he nodded. "What if you invited him to dinner sometime next week? You guys could go out, or I can make something. See if he's got time for a movie or something while you worked on your homework. I'll hide in my office, you won't even know I'm here." He seemed to think it over before nodding. "Only..." "Hmm?" "Can you ask him?" My brow lifted and a smile curled my lips. "You embarrassed?" He just ducked his head against the pillow he had under his chest. "Okay... I'll ask him. But you should apologize." "Yea...I will." I moved to stand and he looked over, hand moving to his headset. "Mom?" "Hmm?" "Thanks."
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"You can't sleep here." He murmured into my hair our forms still hot from the latest round of lusty aerobics. "Just a little longer... I can't feel my legs." I lifted them and wiggled my toes. "You're welcome." He groaned with a stretch, his long form rippling with the movement. "You should eat more." I chided as I traced his ribs. "I eat fine. Unless you don't recall that part." He grunted. I rolled my eyes and sat up on an elbow. "You shouldn't joke, you're bad at it." "You shouldn't nag, you're bad at it." He shoved me back to the plush mattress almost playfully. "Listen here you prick, I'm just trying to show I care." "Eww, why." His lip curled and I snorted. "Excuse me for caring about a human being." "That'll teach you to have feelings." "They aren't awful." "Says you." "Says most normal functioning humans." I sat up suddenly. "Are you an android? Oh god. What kind of monster have I been sleeping with?" I said dramatically. He rolled his eyes, hands propped up under his head. "Don't be weird." "I can't do this, I can't sleep with cyborg." I went to crawl out of bed and felt my ankle grabbed and let out a tiny shriek as he dragged me back, crawling over my form with a smirk. "Androids and cyborgs are two different things." "Well you would know." A deep kiss and he was pulling back with a lusty stare. "Why don't I show you how human I can be?"
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"Hey!" I gave a bright smile as Kaiba came in, looking a bit rugged, his tie was tugged down, and shirt untucked. "You okay?" "Just tired. Day didn't start out well." "Well make yourself comfortable, Gabe's in the living room playing games." I jutted a chin towards the doorway as I moved to stir the soup bubbling. "What did you make?" He loomed behind me and looked in the pot. "Stew. I got lots, so expect to take some with you." He grunted and moved away, dropping a briefcase at the table and moving through to where Gabe sat. Putting the final touches, I set the soup to simmer and moved to clear off the table. "Where are you even at?" Asked Gabe, causing me to look up. The screen was split between him and his father, each with a controller in their hand playing what looked like Halo. "North-East Corner, don't go through the complex, go around." Replied the older man, eyes fixed on the screen. Looking at them this way, you'd almost think they were clones. Shaking my head, I cleaned up the carelessly tossed mail and a few stray books of Gabe's. Moving the man's briefcase to the side, I hung his jacket up on the hook by the door. "You suck at this." Said the boy with a laugh. "Give me a break, this game is out dated." Grunted the CEO. "It's a classic! You can't beat a classic." "The graphics are atrocious." "It's the console, I've been asking for a new one." "You'll get it when I get that A in Biology." I called back, taking a rag over the table. "I should be squared away. The teacher told me if I bring in a diorama, I can get it up." "What are you taking in?" "I don'know yet." Said the boy, drawing an eye roll from me. The timer went off and I called back. "Alright, call it fellas soups on."
"I hate algebra." Grumbled Gabe, his head propped up on his fist as he gave a dirty look to the paper in front of him. "I thought you said it was easy." I commented from where I was washing the dishes. "It is easy. I just don't like it." He tossed his pencil down with a face. "Torture over." "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast." I shook off the water. "What are you turning into biology?" "Framed dog turd? Who cares?" "You could do a plant dissection." Said Kaiba, who's eyes had been out the back door for the last few minutes while we'd talked. I blinked. "That's not a bad idea. Or labeling, I have a ton of blooms out there right now, you could label them with their name and genus." "I like his idea." "Of course you do." I rolled my eyes. "Go for the lilies, they're in bloom and should be easy to break open." The boy moved for the back door. "Hey!" "No buds, only blooms." Said the boy with a knowing look. "You're god-dang right." I clipped the lid on a to-go bowl, and set it on the table before the brunet. "What's this?" "Dinner tomorrow. Or you can freeze it and it's good for like six months." "Oh." He stared at it and I cocked a head at him, wiping my hands on a towel. "You doin' okay there rich boy?" "I'm fine, just tired." He rubbed his face and I could see it. His eyes were starting to darken underneath and a 5 o'clock shadow was creeping up his cheeks. "This because of that deal with that company in KC?" He nodded. "The meeting last week did help, it's just doing the paperwork." "Eww." He gave what would have been a chuckle, but he just didn't have the energy. "You gonna be okay? You can crash here if you want." "I'll be okay." The phone in his jacket started ringing and he let out a hard sigh as he dug for it. "What?" The voice on the other end seemed to irritate him, because his lids drooped closed, and his fingers ran over his temples. "You can't take care of this." Those eyes snapped open and I saw the flare of anger in them. "You moron." He hissed, bringing the phone down and slamming his thumb over the 'Hang up' button. "Everything okay?" "No, some dipshit crashed one of the servers." He pulled his briefcase out and flicked it open. "Do you have wifi?" "Yea, should be the only one around here." "Password?" "It's the name backwards." I moved to stand and his hand caught mine. "Is there coffee?" "I'll make some."