Seto Kaiba's Vacation
Chapter 2: To the hotel.
Seto Kaiba when up to the information desk and began to inquire about locating a Ms. Kamali Hues because she had left her luggage behind. To his indignation the secretary told him that he could turn in the luggage and that the airport would handle it.
"You don't understand! She has my luggage too! It was PRICELESS!"
The secretary drones on like a recording "Don't worry sir, the airline will take care of everything, if the lady returns the luggage we will notify you right away, at the moment you will have to fill out these papers. In the case that your luggage is not returned, you can get an insurance claim… sir, do you have insurance?"
Seto begins to glare. Insurance! Insurance wasn't going to get his blue eyes back! "Shut up, shut up!" declares Seto as he storms off. If the airport won't help me find her, I'll just have to find out by myself…
Seto reaches for his cell phone then curses because he left it with Mokuba. He goes over his options as he speed-walks towards the airport exit for the second time. She either was switching planes on this island, or was on vacation here. She could be anywhere from his hotel to South America. He needed to access the airport computers, but they were all in wide-open spaces, with lots of people crawling everywhere. All he need was 20 seconds and a diversion. Mokuba could distract everyone, but he really didn't want him dragged into this. Kaiba was so fried. Too much traveling, and now this. It was getting late. Suddenly an idea struck him. The suitcase could hold some information as to where the girl was going. He cringed at the feeling of being trapped in one of those childish mystery books, Harvey boys or something.
Before Kaiba entered the Limo he was amazed at the quickness of the sun falling, suddenly there was a brilliant green flash and the sun was gone, all that remained was the pastel painted sky.
As soon as Kaiba touched the smooth soft cushioning of the Limo he felt himself drifting off, Mokuba had already fell asleep, cell phone in hand. All Kaiba could muster to say was "Get us to the hotel".
Kaiba awoke with a start when he no longer heard the engine's purr. The sun was down, and he felt disorientated. "What, what, are we there yet?"
"Just getting' some fuel" said the driver in a near whisper.
Seto couldn't drift back asleep, he didn't really want to, the road followed the small Caribbean Island's coast, and the brilliance of the stars took his breath. No iridescent light to cover them. He opened the window and was relieved by the cooler evening air. As he rested his head on the window ledge and enjoyed his hair flying like crazy, he felt a sense of freedom; it almost made him giddy. The rough Atlantic waves let off an energy that made him feel like he was finally, actually on vacation. He didn't want this car ride to end. As if on qui, the car stopped, once again abruptly, waking Mokuba. It slowly turned onto a poorly paved road, and sped up to a large hotel, the best on the island, Kaiba squinted in disbelief when he saw there were only 3 stars. The rooms where clean, small, and defiantly over priced. The presidential suite was already taken, along with the honeymoon suite. This hotel was booked up the Ying-yang. His secretary had made the arrangements and she would be fired accordingly. He said he didn't want crowds, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be on the far coast of an island he had even heard of. The relaxing affects of the ocean car ride were quickly wearing off. Mokuba didn't see anything wrong with hotel, and he jovially ran inside and proceeded to make small talk with the receptionist. Kaiba was feeling tired again. He'd figure Mrs. Kamali out tomorrow. He could get a detective on it if he had to, what ever it took.