Author's Note: Short chapter, because I've been sick in bed for the better part of this past week. Thanks for all the comments, sorry I didn't reply yet, I'll catch up on this in the next few days


Chapter Summary: After a discovery Mokuba is somewhat ashamed of the almost forgotten secret hoarded in his drawer. Amelda on the other hand feels no shame at all as he locks himself into a store room with Kaiba.


It had been quite a week...month...quarter?
Mokuba just couldn't remember.
Time was measured differently when you've fallen in love...
Anyway it had been a most interesting...span of time for Mokuba.
He had attended the opening of some what-you-call-it by who's-this-supposed-to-be, his brother had been gone on a business trip, which to his own embarrassment Mokuba hadn't realised until Seto had gotten back; over night the head of personnel had been fired and replaced only to be again replaced after a few days...
All in all a quite active time...thing...

Mhmmm.
Mokuba let out a long drawn out sigh of happiness, which earned him a look from a passing nurse.
But he didn't care.
How could he, compared to the moments of bliss he spent with Vanja everything in between was a boring grey waste of time.
He didn't care about school.
He didn't care about the meetings.
He didn't care about anything other than Vanja.
Vanja...

Another enrapt sigh escaped his lips.
Sure, he was behaving a little strange, but he didn't care about this either. Nor whether his brother had found out about his relationship already.
Seto was clever, but still...he didn't care. And couldn't care less.
He loved Vanja.
And Vanja loved him too...

Mhmmm...

Whenever he thought about Vanja he could feel this weird kind of tickling sensation inside his stomach. And his mouth would elongate into a smile until the back of his head would start throbbing.
And the humming rhythm of his heart, the sound of love, pounding in his chest.
Just thinking about Vanja was making him feel good.
And he thought about him a lot.

"Sure, Miss Jansson we'll see to it immediately. I'm sure your brother will be glad to hear that..."

Mokuba had just passed another nurse dreamily as he felt his heartbeat increasing.
Well, it was no wonder, after all the woman the medical staff had been engrossed with bore somewhat resemblance to Vanja.
With her auburn red hair, her silver eyes...
And the KaibaCorporation tag on her suitcase Miss Hanako carried with her all the time.

Unperceived by Amelda Mokuba stopped in mid motion.


"She's your sister?!"

Miruko was barely able to hide his uneasiness.
"Yes...I..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mokuba continued perplexed, oblivious to his friend's torment.
Head secretary, the hair, the silver eyes...
Why hadn't he made the connection earlier?
God, this was so awkward...

"You didn't ask me?" Miruko lied, "Anyway, I didn't even know she was working for your br..."

"But the doctor said Miss Jansson?"Mokuba intervened as his brain caught up with his mouth.

"Her husband's name, but I don't think…"

"She is married?"

"Was," Miruko lied so easily it almost frightened himself, "They got divorced just after one year. Kirsten says one year of wedlock is enough, but always adds: With a cheating bastard that is."

"Wait a minute..." Mokuba considered this, "Your name is Jansson too. How come you've got the same surname then?"

And he had taken him for a gullible fool, Miruko cursed himself.
"We don't have," he continued levelly, "I mean...we have, but...it isn't really my name. We just use it to avoid...the press..."

Mokuba remembered the things he had read about the Sotha family when Miss Hanako had joined KaibaCorporation. Apparently the Japanese-Belgian dynasty of bankers was quite influential.

"We wanted to avoid rumours..."

The tone of voice made Mokuba reach for Vanja's head to stroke it fondly.
Vanja had been sent away by his own family for the sake of their reputation.
He had been abandoned in a far away country, shielded from the public and his friends.
With no one to look after him apart from his sister.
Mokuba clenched his fists as he hugged Miruko.

"A weird coincidence," Miruko continued a trifle calmer, a fake smile appearing on his lips.

"Coincidence, yes," Mokuba replied, his thoughts still entangled in the strange values the Sotha clan had.

Things had settled down, once the topic had been dropped and it had been a nice afternoon, Miruko thought as he put back his deck.
Well, at least up to the point where Mokuba had jumped off the bed and, suddenly, seemed in a hurry to get back home.
The strange kid.
Anyway, next time he was bound to let curiosity take the better of himself and ask him why he had cried: "The panties!"


Amelda was not in a good mood.
For some reason the underwear, that had went missing from the day he had joined, had reappeared.
All at once.
And that was it.
No explanation, no apologies, just a heap of unwashed panties lying on his bed.
Just for a moment he had feared them to be part of Hideki's strange passion for him...

But there was worse to follow.

Kaiba was in one of his moods.
No, actually Amelda had never seen Kaiba like this.
Moody and ill-tempered, ready to criticise and scoff at anything his secretary did.
Unfortunately today of all days Amelda didn't feel like backing down or smiling and keeping his mouth shut.
After the first tasteless assault, Isono had fled the verbal battle field.
Remarks were followed by nagging comments and culminated in insults and degrading comparisons.
But accusation was followed by accusation.
Which was why after twenty minutes of pointless bickering he had let out a guttural scream, thrown a binder at Kaiba and pointed out all his flaws as boss in a shouting tone.
And Kaiba had explained to him, in a tone of voice and volume Amelda had never before heard, why she lacked any skill as personal assistant and what he thought of her attitude in general.
The climax of this out of character tragedy had been both of them screaming "Fuck you!" multiple times before storming out of the study and setting off in different directions.

Only Amelda had stopped half way to his room.
He had been panting, still running high on adrenaline and feeling way too agitated to continue.
He had paused for a moment.
Something inside his head had went snap.
Then he had turned around and run back to the study where he had bumped into Kaiba, had grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into a storage room where he pulled down his pants and exposed Kaiba to a different kind of oral assets.