RS 20
Prompts: questions, bath
Seto didn't remember falling asleep on the couch, but that was where he woke up. He could hear Kisara moving around in the kitchen, and smell the smoke of her cigarette. Stretching and standing up he wandered into the kitchen still dressed in his onesie.
"Isn't it rude to smoke in someone elses house?" he greeted. She turned around, cup of coffee in one hand cigarette in the other.
"Yes, it would be, however this house is full of ashtrays with various remnants," she stated. He wondered what she meant, but didn't care enough to ask. "by the way, a package arrived for you, it's on the table," she continued, pointing to the large box. Kaiba knew it wasn't going to be clothes in the box.
"I'll open it later. I need coffee first," he remarked, grabbing a clean cup off the counter and filling it from the large carafe Kisara had already made.
"You and me both," she commented, refilling her cup and adding a spoon ful of sugar. Seto added nothing and drank it black, checking his phone for notifications while she stared out the window with her cigarette. Half way through his second, and her third cup he broke the silence.
"You have any plans for the day?" he asked absently. She shrugged apathetically.
"Might go for a walk if I have the energy, and take a bath later, read a book. I don't know. I should probably do some work first, I'm behind already," she rambled.
"I can help you with it," he volunteered, mostly out of sheer curiousity. She laughed.
"Oh, no, Seto, you really can't. You don't really understand what I do. I have to go over case files and piece together suspect lists and well and suspect traits and habits to look for. It's tedious and the tiniest piece of what most think is unimportant can make or break a profile. It's something that takes years of training. If you really want to, you can go through the files and highlight information you think is important for a profile and I'll let you know how much you missed," she answered. He shrugged. It was something to do.
And that's what they did. Kisara handed him a small file about a robbery while she worked on another one, silently writing down information, circling things, crossing out others, and even sketching out vague id sketches. Seto worked on highlighting every bit of information he could, not matter how small. Once he was finished he went through his emails and texted Mokuba. Eventually, Kisara picked up the file, she crossed out a few things and circled a few others while she made her lists.
"How bad did I do?" he asked.
"Better than I thought. You missed a handful of things and overdid the information but you could have done much worse," she began to trail off. After another 15 minutes she closed the file. "Alright, I have two done. I just need to send them in, then I think we should go for a walk," she stated, while she took photos of her work with her phone. Suddenly, thunder clapped outside and the sky began to get dark. "Or not. I'm sure we can find something to do here. Why don't you open that box from your brother?" she inquired. Reluctantly, Seto agreed and stood up.
"I'm pretty sure he didn't send clothes though," he quipped, walking into the kitchen. Using his pocket knife he cut the tape on the box and opened it. He looked inside and let out a string of swears that piqued Kisara's interest. He had never seen her laugh so hard, bent over, holding her stomach, face salmon pink.
"That is fucking hilarious," she finally shouted when she caught her breath. "Your brother sent you a box of bondage toys!" Seto shook his head while she went through the box. "Oh look, nipple clamps with bells on them! For when you want to multitask and play with the cat while you get flogged" she teased. He burst out laughing.
"What the fuck," he muttered while she listed of box contents...a gimp mask, candles, silk robe, rope, a flogger, assless chaps, cuffs, a ball gag, eye mask, suction cups, a harness, and finally a large double sided blue dragon dildo.
"I could use this as a weapon," she remarked, smacking the counter with the oversized toy. "In fact, cops should use these instead of night sticks, it's more embarrassing to get beat with an oversized dildo," she commented.
"Yeah, that's definitely a weapon. You can't even get your hands around it. How are you supposed to use it otherwise? And please don't answer that," he quickly stuttered.
"You should get your brother a dog and teach him how to fetch the dildo," she continued with a giggle. He laughed, and laughed again having the thought of Duke finding the toy somewhere in the house.
"You need to help me get back at him for this one," he told her.
"Put a pink dildo in his backpack. Or you can try to put this one in it," she suggested.
"I have a feeling that will backfire," he shot back. She took a deep breath.
"Replace his weed with Oregano," she said, tossing the large blue marital aid on the counter.
"I don't even know if he smokes," Seto remarked. She scoffed.
"He's a 16 year old kid, he smokes pot, and I'll bet I can find it," she deduced. She was still in cop mode. Seto shrugged and held out his arms.
"Go for it I guess, but you might be disappointed. Mokuba would tell me if he chose to do drugs. In fact, he took acid earlier this year," he boasted of his relationship. "and he tried a cigarette too, he said he didn't like it," he added.
"Well I'm out of ideas for now. Since it's raining I'm going to have a glass of wine and read a book," she announced, pulling a bottle out of the fridge. "Maybe later we'll try out what's in the box," she teased before wandering towards the book shelf. She stopped to look at a picture on the wall.
"Is this the guy you borrowed the keys from?" she asked pointing to a picture of Duke on the wall.
"Oh yeah, it is," he answered, tentatively. She laughed.
"That's kid's a total bitch," she remarked, pulling open the bottle of wine and drinking straight from it. Kaiba laughed.
"He is. So I take it he was one of your subs?" he asked, edged with razorblades. She shook her head.
"Nope, he never made it that far. He was too noncommital and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was just a walking STD. He came off as a total whore and he's so into himself, I didn't care for him at all," she explained. Seto felt relief.
"I don't really like him either, but he thinks that we're friends," he told her. She let out another laugh.
"How much you want to bet I can find drugs here? Hell, I already found a joint in one of the ash trays," she inquired. "I'm going to steal his drugs," she added.
"why?" he asked. She shrugged.
"Because I can, and why not? They are illegal," she reasoned. He shrugged.
"I guess it's something to do, I'd rather read. I don't want to know what sick shit he might have hidden around here," he said flatly. She shrugged.
"You make a good point. However, I am going to take the joint I found," she told him. He shrugged.
"I don't care what you do," he reasoned. She laughed and called him a liar, and reminded him of the trip. He sighed. "Whatever Kisara, I'm going to go try to find some of Duke's clothes that don't make me look like a whore," he muttered, walking off to one of the bedrooms.
"Fuck that. I'm going to stay in my dragon onesie," she stated, as she started another pot of coffee.
"Good!" he shouted back, unable to hear what she muttered under her breath.
None of Duke's clothes fit, while he was able to find an old gray t shirt, he was unable to find pants and was stuck in his dragon onesie or his driving clothes. Using his phone he ordered a few sets of clothes to be delivered that evening. He should have just done that instead of asking Mokuba in the first place. That was when he smelled something in the kitchen. She was cooking. Wandering down the stairs he walked in to see her putting a chicken in the crock pot.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Brain surgery Seto," she quipped back, throwing in potatoes, carrots and broccoli. Already it smelled like delicious. "It should be ready in about 3 hours, I'll make rice when it's ready," she told him as she put the lid back on the crock pot.
"I don't think you've ever cooked me dinner before," he pointed out. She paused and stared at him.
"There's a first time for everything. Besides, it's something to do. I'm also going to make peanut butter cookies, since there's so much baking supplies. If I had cherries or rhubarb I'd make pie," she mentioned, washing off her hands in the sink. She put the rice cooker on the counter and wandered into the living room, he followed.
"Maybe we'll find rhubarb when the weather clears, or blackberries," he mused. She echoed it as she selected a book off the shelf and picked up the bottle of wine. It was empty. Tossing it in the trash she grabbed another one and two glasses.
"Already opening a second bottle?" he asked.
"The first bottle was almost empty, there wasn't even a full glass in it, and it was flat," she complained, and held out the bottle to Kaiba to open. He took it and pulled the cork before handing it back. She poured two glasses and set the bottle on the counter. Seto grabbed a glass and took a drink. It was weird being in this situation with her, being like a domestic couple was so foreign to him and to her as well. The silence was awkward. He tapped his wine glass nervously. She could read the discomfort on his face.
"Whats wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just not used to this….domestic shit," he responded. She sighed and pushed her long white hair over her shoulder.
"Honestly, I'm not either, but it just comes naturally to me, most of it anyway," she confessed, scratching at the stitches on her hand.
"None of this feels natural to me," he admitted. She sighed and took a drink before lighting a cigarette. He wasn't sure if she was stymied, or just fed up with him or if it was something else entirely.
"Maybe you ought to smoke that joint I found," she quipped. He laughed. He couldn't help it, she was giving him Mokuba answers.
"Maybe I will," he threatened back, playing into her game. She chuckled back at him.
"Well if you do you better fucking share it," she teased back. It took a few seconds for him to respond.
"Of course I'll share, but I don't do drugs with cops," he retorted. She was still laughing.
"Cops are the safest people to do drugs with, they have all the good stuff," she blurted, her face turning pink again.
"So you have your own better drugs why do I need to share?"
"It's proper drug etiquette?" she tried to reason. Both of them shrugged. "Ask Duke, he'll know," she added with more giggles, taking a drag off of her cigarette. "I think I'm going to take that bath now," she wandered off to her bag in the living room and then off to the bathroom. He heard the taps turn on and waited for her to come retrieve her wine.
"You want to join me?" she asked. He thought long and hard on her question.
"Maybe. I'd rather sit and watch," he admitted. She smiled at him and took a drink of her wine.
"It'll be warm in that dragon onesie," she chastised. He shrugged and watched her grab her cigarettes, lighter, wine, phone and a bag of trail mix to take into the bathroom. He followed her in and saw the mountain of bubbles and was glad he didn't agree to to get it. She sloshed some of the bubbles around before she threw in a blue ball that fizzed and made the water dark blue. It smelled like jasmine, and geraniums, he recognized the smell, but he didn't know what it was from. She stripped out of her onesie and stepped into the tub before getting lost in the bubbles. He laughed at her.
"I'm hiding," she stated. He watched her fluff some of the bubbles until her face was visible. Bubbles sat on her shoulders and in her hair. "I had no idea i'd get this many bubbles from that bubble bar. I'm impressed," she grabbed her glass of wine and took a drink, while Seto sat on the edge of the tub, away from the bubbles.
"What was the other thing?" he asked, the heat from the tub intensified the effect of the wine.
"Bath bomb. It just makes the water look and smell good, and this one had glitter, so I'll look like a stripper when I get out," she answered.
"Glad I said no then," he teased. She rolled her eyes and moved about the tub. Seto could see how much her flesh had healed since the last time he saw her naked. Patches of white new flesh began to crawl towards the stitches, the red giving way to pink and white.
"I wouldn't have used it then," she retorted. She finished her glass of wine and lit a cigarette while she put on classical music. Still covered in bubbles she leaned forward towards Seto. "Why are you so against baths?" she inquired. He shrugged.
"Not against them. I just prefer to shower. I usually only take a bath when I pull a muscle," he answered finishing off his glass of wine. She sank under water and pushed back up, wiping the water from her face. She picked up her cigarette from the edge of the tub.
"Tell me what you do like Seto," she instructed, taking a drag and grabbing the shampoo bottle.
"What I like is irrelevant." he quickly answered. Shampooing her hair with one hand and smoking with the other, Kisara rolled her eyes.
"It isn't when I ask you," she clarified, "Now answer me," she demanded. He sighed.
"Dragons, Cards, money, sports," he listed generically. It wasn't what she had really meant, but she'd work with it. Dragons were the only thing on that list that they had in common.
"I like dragons too, always have. Especially blue and white ones," she told him, even though her obsession had become obvious to him. She opened the bag of trail mix and grabbed a handful after drying her hand on a towel.
"So I've noticed. You're not the only one. I have this same onesie at home," he admitted. She laughed and rinsed her hair in the water.
"I thought so. Ever since you got upset over the cat dragon sweaters," she pointed out. They continued talking while she washed up. Finally she stood up and grabbed a towel before stepping out of the large tub. She grabbed another towel and wrapped up her hair before she opened the door and a cold burst of air rushed in, reminding Kaiba how warm he had gotten. He followed her to one of the bedrooms where she pulled out another dragon onesie, a purple and blue one and put it on.
"How many of those do you have with you?" he curiously inquired.
"I had 4 of them packed. You have one, and I still have my green and blue one," she proclaimed proudly. He smirked while she towel dried her hair. Kisara tossed the towel over a chair and checked on the chicken. It was close to done so she began the rice and stepped away to grab her cigarettes. Seto wandered into the kitchen and peered in on the chicken and rice, it had been a long time since he had a home cooked meal like this and he was looking forward to it.
AN/ ok...this turned out longer than I expected. I was going to do the dinner and aftermath in this chapter too but it would make a 5,000+ word chapter, and that's a bit long so I split it up, and since I did that, the next chapter should be up shortly, I just want to tweak it. Well, this fic has gone on longer than my last part time job...I'm going to try to wrap it up around 35 chapters or so. I've made some outlines already. I also managed to incorporate 2 prompts as well. Thank you for all your continued feedback, and I'll see you on tumblr, (michellekellyff) XOXO MK