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"Hey." It was only Wednesday, but I was hoping with a lunch offering, the busy man would have time for me. He looked up, doing a bit of a double take as he saw who it was. "Hey... What are you doing here?" I gave a small smile as I brought a reusable bag out from behind my back. "Brought you lunch." "Oh..." His hands came out for the bag and instantly he was peeking inside. "It's just dumplings, but they're fresh. Should still be warm." A hum of intrigue left his throat as he pulled out the box. "You want some?" He asked, popping open the top. "No, I ate already. I had some things to drop off here, I thought I might bring some too you." He paused, eyes squinted my way suspiciously. "What do you want?" "What? I brought you lunch!" "I also know you're not out of your pajamas unless you absolutely need to be." "Would you rather I come in my jams?" I asked casually. "Milo." He scolded, putting a bit of sauce on the lid of the box. "Alright, alright, I was wondering if you could help me." His brows lifted as he took a bite. "I'm looking to get another car. I have enough saved for a down payment, I feel like I would be able to come here more often and collaborate with some of the other artists, Deezer's due for a check up, I just feel like it's time." "But..." He pressed. "I'm super bad at reading Japanese." He snorted and covered his mouth as he snickered through his food. "It's not that funny." He swallowed his bite, took a sip, and I could see his amusement clearly. "Out of all the things you can ask for help for. You want me to translate for you." "Well yea! I mean I don't know how they are here, but back home dealerships are notorious for slipping things into the fine print. Throw in the fact I'm not a native speaker..." "Alright, alright, I get your point." He picked up another dumpling and tore it in half, dipping it in the sauce. "I don't know why you can't just take it from the car pool, but okay." I rolled my eyes. "I'd rather own it. Just in case." "Alright. If that's what you want, I won't stop you." He said, taking a napkin from the small pile I'd provided and wiping his lips. "Okay. Do you want to go Saturday? You guys can stay the night." "That's fine. I'll push some things around." I stood and picked up the abandoned bag. "Thank you Seto." I leaned over the desk to press a kiss to his cheek. "Finish that." I said firmly, pointing to the remaining dumplings. "Yes mother." I snorted at his tone but gave him one more kiss before taking my leave.
Gozoboro was all force, all power, and every bit the monster I had pictured him to be from the stories Seto had told me. The large painting that Seto had found in storage had captured the man's personality exactly. Whomever the artist was, they had taken great care to reflect the couple's inner being on canvas. While Noa's father was a being of incredible greed and anger, his mother was not. She was very pretty. Curly blond hair, soft cheeks, and a tenderness in her eyes that showed the love she held for her son. She was beautiful. I took a long time studying that picture, finding each of Noa's traits in them. He had his eye shape, but her color. He retained his father's chin and cheekbones though, but they were softer, showing the woman's influence. Her brow line and forehead, but his father's ears and more then likely his hair color. Being gray in the photo, I had no way of knowing what it used to be, but seeing as the boy didn't match his mother's texture, it was most likely shared with his sire. "Wow... Is that Noa?" Asked Damian, coming in as I used the TV to expand my screen. Holding the picture of the canvas to one side, and my drawing to the other. "It's going to be... Can you help me?" "Sure." He flopped down beside me. "I just need another opinion. Do you think he'd get his father's figure?" "You mean his size?" I nodded. He looked for a long moment. "He'd come close. She's not that much shorter then he his." "She's in heels." I said, pushing the painting up so she could see her feet. "Yea, but she still looks tall for a woman. Maybe 5'8? 5'9? He'll be close." That sounded about right. "I don't think he'll be quite so broad though... Maybe when he's a bit older, but look, she's real petite." Said Damian, pointing to the woman. "So in between?" "You could do that, yea. I think that would look okay." I brushed out an outline on the tablet. "Not so much leg..." Said the teen, pointing to the father. "His waist is low. He holds his height in his torso." Damian had an eye for things like this, that's why I liked it when he was with me. Body styles, weight, when drawing, especially humans, all of those were important to keep in mind. "That looks good." I gave a smile to my brother. "Thanks! I knew you were the right one to ask."
"So what do you want?" Asked the blue eyed man as we rolled down a main stretch of Domino. "I don't need anything brand new, but something nice." "Let's get a Cadi." Said Damian from the back seat. "We're not getting a Cadillac." I said with a firm eye roll. "What about an SUV? Lots of room if you need it for art supplies." Said Mokuba. "That's not a bad idea." Said Seto, looking my way. "Depends on the car, but that does sound nice." I confirmed as we pulled into a large lot. Cars were lined up all around in endless rows. Parking the car, we all climbed out. "Should we go find someone?" Asked Damian. "They'll find us." Said Seto. As we strolled passed several sedans I paused in front of a Jeep. "No Jeeps." Said Seto, walking on. "Why?" "They roll." "Yea, but not that bad." "They suck on gas mileage though." Said Damian, continuing on. "Really?" "Yea, one of Dad's girlfriend's had one. They were always complaining about it. It would be better back in Denver." I had to concede that point. "You want something that's reliable and a good commute car." Said Mokuba, peeking around the corner at the row that way. "A soccer mom car." Said Damian with a grin. "Yea." The boys grinned at one another and I had to snort. As we rounded the corner, a man in a dress shirt and tie came over. Slightly out of breath, he bowed at the waist, introducing himself as Chun. It wasn't lost to me that the man's attention was focused solely on the CEO, and it seems it wasn't lost to Seto, who gave a dark glare, with a firm finger pointed my way. "I'm the one looking..." I said, raising a brow. "My deepest apologies miss! What brings you to us?" I explained the style I wanted, and was very clear on a budget. "Oh, yes, yes, please, this way." The first car he showed us was nice, but it was very big, with third row seating. "I don't know if I need that much room. Do you have one with maybe just two rows?" I asked politely. "Sure! I have one out back that was just traded in, I'll bring it to you." I felt suspicion grow in my stomach as the eager man ran off. "This is why I hate dealerships." I muttered, crossing my arms. "He seems nice enough." Said Damian, standing on tip toe to look over the car in front of us. "Yea, he wants Seto to drop a check and put his kid through college." I said with a chuckle, turning to peek around the lot. "Please." Grunted the blue eyed man with a clear look of irritation. "What about that one?" Asked Mokuba with a point. In the corner of the lot sat a deep gray SUV, two row seating, with a large crack across the windshield. "Run over and look in, tell me what it looks like." I said with a nod. The boys jogged over and bent to press their faces to the side windows. Watching them scurry around the SUV, I raised a brow as they jogged back. "What do you think?" "Lots of room in the back. Looks like the seats fold down too." Said Damian. "I saw a screen in there too. So it can't be that old." I peeked over and looked at the car, about to go look myself when the salesman returned with a bright yellow Suzuki. "Good god look at that color." I muttered. "Come look! Light aluminum wheels for better gas mileage! Keyless entry, and push button start." The man rattled off all the amenities the bright car came with. Heated leather seats, back seat DVD player, front end screen with a digital dash that told you everything from miles to empty to when the next time for a service was. While I played with all the little buttons and checked the controls, the boys checked out the back seat. "It's nice right? Lots of room for comfortable travel." Said the man. "You want to take it for a test drive? Huh? You'll see it's so smooth." I looked to Seto. "What do you think? Worth taking out?" I swung the steering wheel a bit. "What's the price?" Asked the blue eyed man. The salesmen listed out a price that instantly had my hands away from the wheel and against my chest. "Oh no! No no no no. I don't want to drive it any more. I don't even want to be in it." I climbed out and gave Chun a dirty look. "That's nowhere near the budget I gave you." "Yes, but my manager, he's willing to give you a really good deal-" "I don't want a deal, I want a car in my budget." I pointed at the bright car. "Take it back, and bring me a car I can afford, not the top shelf." Stuttering out an apology, he fumbled with the fob and climbed in, taking the car back to where he'd found it. "Let's go look at that one." I said, heading over to the previously spotted SUV. Much better. Mesh seats instead of the leather, and while there was a screen up front, that was the only one. Unlike the other though, this one had a sun roof, and was much smaller, meaning it would probably be better on gas. "This is better." "Not as big." Spoke Seto, studying the vehicle. "I don't know... maybe that's not such a bad thing. I don't want a boat." I said, looking around for our ruffled salesman. "Let's see if we can find the keys. This looks like something worth a test drive." Said Damian. "Agreed."
I did like it. I liked cramming our sales rep between the boys in the back even more. The sticker price was actually well below what I told myself my max was, and broken into payments with my large down payment I was sure this was the car I was going to be leaving with. The only trouble came when it came time to look over the papers. Seto's sharp eyes scanned them, word by word. "What's this about a co-signer?" He asked, looking at the accounting agent and sales rep. A slightly confused look came over their faces. "Will... Kaiba-sama not be signing as well?" "No." I said, angry. "I never said he was my co-signer." "Our apologies, but unfortunately the payments we agreed upon were made with that assumption." "Then re-do it." I went to push it back but Seto's large hand covered mine. "Wait." "What? No-" The CEO looked up at the pair. "Go away." Instantly the two were up and leaving the small office. "We'll give you a moment." The second they left I shot a dirty look to the blue eyed man. "What are you doing? Have them re-do it." "Just let me co-sign." "No. I don't want you too." "What's it going to do? I hear rumor my credit score is amazing." I rolled my eyes at his smirk. "I just wanted you to help me translate, I don't need a co-signer." "Look, if they take my name off, it'll bump your interest rate and your monthly payments." "I don't need your help." "But I'm offering it anyway." His tone softened. "Nothing else will change. The payments are all you, the insurance, everything, it literally is nothing for me to do this for you. It makes them feel better having my name on it." I didn't like it, and he knew it. Leaning in he pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. "I'll order your favorite Thai food for dinner tonight... Extra chicken." I had to snort before sighing. "Alright..." "That's my girl." A thumb brushed my chin and I had to smile.