This is still a work in progress so please favorite and review! BB
I don't own Yugioh or it's characters
I dozed off quickly, but images from tonight, seem to replay, bending, blending and molding to previous ones. "Deezer! Deezer, are you okay?" I ran over to the injured dog and looked up. The scene shifted suddenly, and instead of looking to where Damian should be, I was looking up and seeing my mother. "Why do you need a fucking dog anyway? It's just another mouth to feed!" "I'll feed him! He's not hurting anything!" "Get ridof it Milo. Or I will." Her hands reached down, expanding and hardening to show sharp, hawk-like talons. "Please mommy! Please!" I heard the dog whimper and yowl as it was yanked out of my grip. "No! Don't take him! No don't take him! Don't take him!" The sharp sting across my cheek, burned- I snapped awake, and the feel of arms wrapped around my form just brought fear. I gave a hard shove and dropped to the floor, shaking and confused. Slowly sitting up, I gathered my bearings. A hard shiver ran up my back as I sighed. Taking another deep breath, I ran back my damp bangs. "That...fucking witch. Even dead she finds ways to mess with me..." I groaned and rubbed my face. Getting to my feet, I picked up my phone. "I'm getting some air..." Silently slipping out of my room, I peeked into the boy's room. Still out. Heading out into the living room, I grabbed my jacket off the back of the couch. Looking back as I slid open the door, I saw the blue eyed man crouched beside the corgi's bed, giving a heavy pat to the animal's head and a quiet 'Nemuru inu.' A simple, 'Sleep dog.' in Japanese. I'd never spoken to Deezer in Japanese, but the animal still gave a deep sigh and settled right back in. Clad in sleep pants and a robe, he slipped out behind me. "You okay?" I nodded, reaching into the bucket. "Just a bad dream. I really shouldn't be surprised after the night everyone's had..." I said, passing the pack over. "Did you really pack a robe?" "And I used it." He replied with a tiny smirk. Leaning a hip on the side railing, I rocked my head back to shake my hair out. "What did you want to be when you grew up?" His brow lifted. "I mean, did you just wake up like... screw being a fireman, I want to run a fortune 500 company." He laughed a bit and shrugged. "Mokie and I wanted to run our own theme park." I had to smile. "What about you? You always like drawing?" "I actually didn't. For a long time." I flicked the ash off my cigarette. "I was pretty good at it, don't get me wrong, I mean my stick figures were amazing." I flashed a grin. "I just didn't know what I liked drawing... But when I was in highschool, I started learning about D and D, and I realized what it was like to picture what you wanted... After that I always had a sketch pad. That book I gave you, has all of them. I liked to watch how far I'd gotten." "I can understand that..." "Do you?" "Sometimes I watch footage of my old duels... Come up with different strategies with the same deck..." "I bet you're amazing at chess." His brows lifted. "Why do you say that?" "You're always four moves ahead. That hamster in your noggin has to be exhausted." "What about a hamster?" His brows pinned and I laughed a bit. "It's a metaphor." He thought about it a bit. "Oh! Oh, I see." He cracked a small smile and I found myself once again transfixed on how handsome he was when he did.
When I rolled over, it was to an unfamiliar alarm. It was loud, and one of the most awful things I'd ever heard in my life. "Wake the devil with that noise." I growled, looking over to see a sleepy eyed CEO lighting up his phone. "Sorry." He flicked it off, and yawned, scratching at his head. "What time is it?" I leaned over to look at my phone. "About 4." "We went to bed an hour ago." "I know." "Fuck that." I rolled over and snuggled back in. "It's Saturday." He rumbled and I felt him sit up. "Where you going?" I mumbled into the blankets. "Getting up." "Why?" "I got to work." "Call in." He snorted. "What are they gonna do? Call your boss?" He shook his head. "I have to talk to the head of the VR department today." "It's Saturday." He looked over. "So?" "Did you really call in the head of the VR department to come meet with you on a Saturday? Nobody works on Saturday." "I do." I groaned and rolled over, flopping a pillow in his direction. "But even you admit you work too much." "I need to talk to him, this was the day I had open." "What time do you meet him?" "Two." "And you're up...now." He looked back and I gave him a clear look of disapproval. "I-" "When was the last time you even got more then 4 hours?" He rolled his eyes and I glared. "Come back to bed Seto." "Milo..." "Seto." We stared at one another and he finally sighed and eased back to the bed. "Okay... A few more hours." "Glad we could compromise." I mumbled, snuggling with his form.
When I woke next, I was alone. Stretching and crawling out of bed, I found everyone camped out in the living room. The boys had cereal in their laps, and the CEO had found and used my coffee pot, a paper on one side with his laptop on the other. "Morning sis." I looked to my brother and yawned. "You guys get enough to eat or are you still hungry?" "I could eat." Said Damian. "Alright. What about you boss man? You hungry?" I said, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "No." "Omelet it is." Heading around the table I gathered a few things from the fridge. "You don't have too." Said the blue eyed man, draining his coffee and standing. "It's alright." Coming into the kitchen, I felt him press close behind me. "Yes?" "I'm not hungry." "Well it's a good thing I've got plenty, huh?" "I don't want you going to extra trouble for us..." "What trouble? It's breakfast." "Milo." "What?" I turned to face him and smirked. "I'm just as stubborn as you, so you might as well sit back down and wait for a plate." "Alright... one condition." "What's that?" He leaned in and brought a hand up to my chin. "We go out again..." I had to smile. "I could probably swing that... What were you thinking?" "Oh no, that wasn't part of it." My brows lifted and I smirked. "So I don't get to know?" He shook his head. "Think you can handle it?" I turned and pressed a soft kiss to his fingers. "I guess we'll see."
"Seto I thought you had to talk to the VR department today." I said as I started in on the dishes. "It's a video call, I'm going to call him in a minute." "Is it Noa?" Asked Mokuba suddenly, turning from where he sat on the couch. Seto nodded and the black haired boy shot up to sit next to his brother. "Noa's our step-brother." My brows lifted and looked to Seto for confirmation. "Gozoburo had a son when we were adopted." Said the elder Kaiba. "Oh... and he's head of the VR department..." I said slowly. "Well, he might as well be. See, he lives in a virtual reality-ow." I raised a brow as the sharp elbow of the elder brother jabbed at the younger. "Wait, what?" "It's a long story." "One I'm sure you're willing to tell me about." "I will..." Giving a clear look of disbelief, I turned and to finish the dishes. "Hey..." I looked back once more to find the bright eyed CEO looking a bit uneasy. "I will." "I believe you. Go ahead, make your call." I reassured, although to be fair, I wasn't going to be upset with him for withholding personal information, even if I was curious. "Go ahead and call him." Said Seto, standing and coming into the kitchen for the last cup of coffee. "Don't be upset with me." He murmured. "I'm not upset with you." "That's funny, because that's exactly what I think you are." I gave him a dirty look. "I was going to tell you about Noa. I just... wasn't sure how." "Why is that?" I asked expectantly. "It's complicated." "Well that takes care of it." "No! Please Milo." The please is what had me. He was asking me to be patient. "Please, I'm trying." He stepped in and gave me a simple embrace, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I'm not very good at this." He said with a sigh. "To be fair, I'm pretty rusty on how this whole thing works..." "You know what doesn't help?" "What?" He leaned down, lips just brushing the rim of my ear as he spoke. "How close I came to having you..." A deep blush started across my nose. A deep rumble left his chest as he pressed a kiss to my neck before turning back to where his brother was speaking to Noa, but that all too familiar Kaiba smirk on his lips.
"Okay, okay, okay, it's been hours. Move over." Mokuba grinned and got up, giving the screen a wave. "Your dinner is going to get cold." I said to Seto as I adjusted the computer. On it's screen sat a green haired boy, a smile on his face. "Hi, I'm Milo. We haven't met directly, but I do...this." I held up the tablet, showing one of many drawings sent to the VR department. "Ah! Yes! So nice to meet you! I was wondering where Seto was getting his work." I gave a grin. "That's me. I've actually been needing to have a sit down with you." "Really? What about?" "I was talking." Muttered Seto. "Now it's my turn. Go eat before it gets cold." I said firmly. "I am your boss." "Fire me." Those sharp blue eyes glared and while I was still a bit intimidated by the ice in them, I just cocked my head. "You asked me to head the Art Department. That means collaborating with the VR department." I tapped a bit on my tablet. "Even if he's only like...ten. And I worked hard on dinner and you didn't touch breakfast. You need to eat." A grumble left the elder Kaiba as he stood up. "Okay, so Seto and I came up with this dice idea? Did he tell you about it?" The green haired boy nodded. "This is what I have... it's really rough." I held up the tablet, and flicked the image. "I can't get the movement I want, could you show me the easiest way to get a natural look to these?" "I could make that easily. Just look." The boy held up a hand and in it appeared a 6- sided dice. "What about a twenty sided?" "I'm not totally familiar with those, but if you sent me some footage of a roll, I could do a lot with that." "Really? Marvelous. I'll do that. We were thinking of making it customizable for each player." "That would be really cool." "That's what I thought." "Having fun?" Commented the blue eyed man dryly, bowl in his hand, filled with rice and beef. "How's that rice? Might be a little soggy from sitting." I rolled my eyes and looked back to the tablet. "Now, I could easily make a dice copy, that's no issue. Any color, style, pattern, but it needs to look right when it rolls, you know? I can't make it work." "That's the problem working on a flat surface. The nice part about VR is you are more or less working in 3-D. So things like dice that have a weight, and a consistency have an easier time of it. Don't stress!" He gave me a kind smile. "You've got so much going on, why don't you let me worry about the dice." "So what can I do to help you out?" "I haven't received any images of some plot characters. There's a royal family I haven't seen anything about, a witch, two allies, like traveling companions, and the big bad." "Alright... I think I have it all." I said, looking at the list scribbled on my tablet. "And I'll have at least one for you and that dice footage by the end of next week." "Great! My my! This has been wonderful! We'll have to do this again." Said the boy with a kind smile. "Agreed, it's nice to have a game plan. I'll talk to you next week?" "Sounds good. Bye Seto, bye Mokuba." "Bye Noa!" Called Mokuba from the living room. As the screen flicked closed, I looked to the blue eyed man who was finishing his dinner. "I guess it would be... prudent for you two to be communicating." "It's okay, don't choke on it." I said, patting his thigh. He didn't have to say anything, just gave that cocky smirk. "Don't say it." He just held out his bowl as I got up. "Is there more?" Giving him a smile, I took it to be refilled.
The boys and I would end up around the couch that night, with popcorn and more snacks then we could ever eat. Watching the first movie that came up that looked decent, I offered an invitation to the blue eyed man. "Come on Seto, it'll be fun." "I haven't got anything done today. Since you made me sleep in." I'm sure it was meant to be a joke, but I couldn't help but be a little offended. "Well that's funny because I didn't hear of Kaiba Corp burning down because you slept in." I said, leaving him to his laptop and rejoining the boys. There was a clicking of keys, a deep sigh, and the sound of the dining room chair scraping. The couch bounced as he flopped down, lifting his arm over the back of the couch and looking at me expectantly. A victorious smile in place, I snuggled in close. "You're a bad influence." He murmured softly as to not disturb the two on the floor in front of us. "Oh no, I don't think so." "Really." I looked over and smirked. "I'm sorry I make you remember that you're human." I squeezed his chin. "Poor thing."