Summary: For all of his bitching and moaning, he knew what he was going to say. There was only one real choice to make. And that was, really, the right one. "I'll take it."

Mokuba was brought to Seto's office once it was clear that he was there for business purposes only. It had been a difficult thing for the Help to grasp; a few maids had gathered around the corner from the office door, looking as though Mokuba was headed toward his doom.

Was it really so strange? he wondered as he walked in. I do work for him, after all. Maybe that was a fact that was easy to forget. He didn't look like a typical KaibaCorp employee and Seto's tricks didn't work on him the same way.

Seto sat quite calmly at his desk, a smirk resting on his features. Mokuba almost expected to be greeted, he looked so content. It was a strange feeling for Mokuba; still a far cry from the genuine smiles, the warm hugs and encouragement received while a child. This was the Seto that everyone else had known, that he had been blinded to. The one who looked devious and who always had the upper hand even when it was unnecessary. Like today.

To now be cast in the same lot as 'everyone else' was unsettling, and Mokuba felt something heavy drop to his pit of his stomach.

"I assume you're here about the PR position I offered you."

There was no reason to delay the point of the conversation. "I'll take it," Mokuba said.

Seto suddenly frowned. "Something happened." The tone was presumptuous, but Mokuba couldn't call him out on it. He was right, this time.

"I have a problem that I need you to fix." Mokuba shifted on the balls of his feet. "This isn't the way I wanted to go about doing it, but I have no choice. It's not something that I can do myself." He felt helpless, adding that he didn't have the resources to do this task.

Years ago as Mokuba Kaiba, his name would have carried more weight, mostly because his brother could be counted onto stand behind it. But that was a long time ago, and what he was asking held a lot of legal weight. He hadn't been in the country for years, and no longer had Seto's blind support - it would have been risky at best to try to pursue the task himself.

Seto sighed, elbows atop his desk and fingers intertwining. "So what's the problem?" he asked, leering.

If it was possible to rip someone's eyes out with a stare, Mokuba felt it would have been done already. Seto's stare was unnerving in its scrutiny; he found it difficult to pretend he wasn't nervous, and decided to drop the act. Hopefully, being sincere would be more of an asset here than a hindrance, although with Seto it was always hard to tell. Running fingers through his hair, he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Seto's desk, plopping down heavily.

"It's Yami," he said. "He ...well, he doesn't have any paperwork on file - nothing. No prints, no Soc., no I.D.-"

Seto interrupted him, raising a hand, his expression grim. "Mokuba, are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

Nervous he may have been, but he wasn't going to breakdown and be a complete bitch to his brother. "Yes," Mokuba confirmed. Seto Kaiba didn't accept excuses, and Mokuba didn't need to make up any. He had made his request. It would either be a 'yes' or 'no' from here. Worst case, things would remain the way that they were.

Neither of them said anything else at first, and the silence stretched between them. Seto leaned back into his chair, fingers once again intertwined. Mokuba thought about counting in his head; that was something he used to do a child while Seto pondered. It was a habit that helped keep him focused but wasn't too distracting.

Finally, after what felt like several minutes, Seto said, "I can do it." Mokuba waited patiently for the catch. It had taken him entirely too long to surmise that decision, so an exchange had to be involved. "This isn't an easy task, Mokuba. You can't just drop people out of the sky."

That much couldn't be denied. He knew the extent of the request before he made it. "I know."

"You're going to have to do more than just take the PR position."

Mokuba sighed, but that was a possibility he'd considered. "I know. Lay it on me."

Seto paused again, eyes flashing away from Mokuba for just a moment before focusing on him again. To anyone else, that would have just been a fleeting gesture - probably not noticeable. But Mokuba knew that it wasn't a very good sign. "You're willing to do this." It was a statement, not a question, but the fact that his older brother had delayed informing him of the stakes of this exchange was enough reason for worry. This was a fact that needed confirmation, apparently.

The undertones of the conversation were less-than-pleasant You're willing to do this for him? is what Seto seemed to ask.

"Well, I won't know until you tell me what it is I'll be doing. That's the point, isn't it?" He wasn't sure why Seto was being so serious about this; regardless of what he was going to have to do, he doubted that it would be something immoral and to be honest those sort of things could ... be negotiated, depending.

"You're going to become the head of PR," he said. "And then, in six months, you're going to become my Personal Assistant."

Mokuba had been ready to have his duties dramatically changed, and maybe not even placed in Marketing. But Personal Assistant? He frowned visibly. That was a bit too much. "Are you kidding me?" There was no doubt as to what that meant. It was no secret between them that Seto wanted him to take over leading the company at some point. If he was stuck following his brother around all the time he could be officially groomed for it.

"Of course not," Seto told him, expression grave.

"Personal Assistant? Really? You're going to make me into your lapdog?"

A small twitch of Seto's lips revealed that he was offended by that accusation. "What makes you think that? I don't trust anyone else for the job, and my personal secretary hates her job. It seems like a good solution to me."

"I wonder why?" Mokuba spat before he could hold himself back. "So you're going to make me hate my job, too?"

"Mokuba, this is a deal. I am doing you a favor. A favor for which I will be in the debt of at least two people. If I'm in debt, Mokuba, you are in debt. You're either going to take it or leave it. Is Yami worth that, or not?" That wasn't fair at all, to use his compassion against him. Did Seto want him to say 'no', to refuse doing a good deed for a good person? Not that it mattered.

Seto didn't see 'good' or 'bad'. He saw hard work - and in Mokuba's opinion Yami had done plenty of that. Saving the world required a lot of fucking work. But since Seto felt dubious about any of those things being true or real at best, this was the best Mokuba could hope for. A favor for a favor.

"...how long do I have to be your Personal Assistant?" Would Seto have cared about the cost of such a request when he was younger? It was an unfair thing to ask at this point, but he couldn't help but feel embittered by what his older brother wanted in return. So instead Mokuba focused on when this 'favor' would end.

"Two years," without skipping a beat, was the answer. "Less, perhaps, if there is some incident that changes the dynamics between myself and my debtors."

"Two years? You expect me to agree to that?"

"I expect you to be reasonable, Mokuba."

"And I expected the same from you, but it doesn't seem like I'm going to get it." Two years of servitude to KaibaCorp? Surely, doing what he was asking for couldn't have been that difficult; in the states, getting fake paperwork was reasonably simple (provided you had the money to do so), and Mokuba knew that KaibaCorp had a number of associates and sponsors. Lots of them. It could not have possibly been worth two years of work.

"Mokuba, you're not only getting this position, but the salary and the flexible schedule that comes with it. You're not working for free. And you get what you want. It's my offer. I'm not changing it." Seto's fingers untangled themselves from each other. "If you need to think about it, feel free to do so and return. I'm not holding this over your head."

He took a deep breath and tried his hardest to put these pieces in their proper places. You're overreacting, Mokuba said to himself. What made this so offensive was that he was truly attempting to do the right thing. Maybe to Seto this looked like he was just asking for a favor on behalf of some fling, but it was much more than that.

As was pointed out before, Yami hadn't asked for what had been given. And all things considered he was doing a pretty damn good job in spite of all the difficulty. Mokuba just wanted to help one of the people who had basically saved the Universe from evil duel monster spirits. Without Yami none of this would be happening. If nothing else was true, he had earned this little bit of rescuing, because he had done it for so many others. Yami had helped both of them especiallyon multiple occasions, some of them things that would have actually killed them.

For all of his bitching and moaning, Mokuba knew what he was going to say. There was only one real choice to make. And that was, really, the right one. "I'll take it. But I want it in writing."

Edited 11/17/15 – I think I did a good job of making this a little easier to follow. With that said, not much was changed. If you've read this one before you can feel free to skip it.

This is prompt #29.