Ieyre: Hey again!
Yami Ieyre: *mumbles something unintelligible*
Ieyre:......Right. Well, here's chapter two of "The Kawaii Clash"
Yami Ieyre: *continues mumbling*
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Period.
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Seto Kaiba had just stormed into his computer lab.
"I can't believe it! The nerve! Neither one would listen to me!"
"I hate to say, 'I told you so' but I-"
"Oh, shut it before I'm forced to tear out your circuits one by one!"
Once again, Seto was relaying events of the Kaiba household to his computer, "affectionately" nicknamed his "A.I" [Ieyre: That's Artificial Intelligence, for all you bakas out there...]
"Why so reluctant to admit the truth?" she asked cockily. Nothing pleased this machine more than one-upping her creator, boss, and best friend.
"Because it's not, 'the truth'!" Seto fumed in response.
It was the third day of Lisa's visit, and things had not calmed down in any sense of the word...in fact, things appeared to be "just getting started".
"So, what happened with Mokuba?"
"I don't care to explain it. Just replay the security tape of hallway 8, floor 4-"
"...Outside Lisa's room...?"
"Yes...it was so...strange. Sometimes I just fail to understand eleven-year-old logic, I swear...I was never like this...!"
The tape began to play back.
#TAPE#
Eleven twenty-five AM. Hallway-8. Floor-4.
Mokuba was positioned just outside of Lisa's room, with a giant, brightly colored plastic gun under his right arm. A slight stirring could be heard within the room (undoubtedly Lisa planning her next assault upon "Moky-Chan")
"Mokuba...might I inquire as to why you are sitting outside our guest's room?" The emotionless voice of his brother inquired from behind his back.
"That's simple enough...I'm waiting for Lisa to get out here so I can pelt her with foam darts." Mokuba's gaze didn't leave the door.
Seto's eyes narrowed at his brother's response.
"Can't you even TRY to get along with her? Why do you dislike her so much anyway? She's not really THAT unlike you." Even the "Great" Seto Kaiba was unable to disguise his frustration.
"I just don't like her, okay?" Mokuba responded very quickly, as if to try and hide something in his voice.
"You must have SOME reason, kid. She really doesn't take up much more of my time than YOU do, so that isn't it. What is it?"
"..."
"Is it-?"
"Seto, I don't want to talk about this anymore!" Mokuba hissed and stood up, pushing his elder brother out of the room.
Was this Seto's imagination...or was his baby brother BLUSHING?
"But-"
"Now go away, Nii-sama! You'll alert Lisa-Chan...I mean, that GIRL you brought into our house, of my presence!"
"Mokuba-"
"OkayI'llseeyouatdinnerSetobye!" The door slammed in his face.
#END TAPE#
The computer room was silent for a second or two.
"So THAT'S how it went with Mokuba. What about Lisa?" Seto choose not to answer that question. "Fine. But you know I'll find out any way. I can simply look through all the security tapes. It'd be a cinch-"
"Hallway 3. Floor 2." He answered finally. His voice sounded peculiarly higher than usual.
"Good. I know it can't be THAT bad. She probably has more sense than Mokuba. She told you why she fights with Mokuba, right?"
"...Oh, you'll love this..." His speech lapsed back into it's usual unemotional stupor, as if he was excepting some sort of cruel fate or such...AI just couldn't understand human emotion at times...
"Whatever." The screen flickered as she played the tape.
#TAPE#
Lisa ran down a hallway after Mokuba's retreating back. Swiftly a firm hand clamped down on her smaller shoulder.
"Wha? Oh, hi Kebby-kun!" Lisa squeaked. Seto rolled his obviously, but she didn't seem to notice as she squeezed him to death.
"Lisa, MUST you always call me that?"
"Why wouldn't I, it's your name, isn't it?" Seto sighed at the little girl's persistence.
"Whatever...Lisa, I need to ask you a question."
"What is it, Kebby-kun?" Lisa widened her gray eyes, if possible, even more.
"Lisa...what do you feel about...that is, do you...have an, er...what do you THINK of-" Seto started.
"Say no more, Kebby-kun...I know exactly what you're trying to say...you don't need to hide it any more..." Seto stared at her...what was she talking about? "I...I didn't know you felt that way, Kebby-kun...I didn't know you cared for me so...I...um, feel the same way..." Lisa blushed deeply and edged closer to him, batting her eyelashes widely [Yami Ieyre: Sounds like what Ieyre would do...ow! That HURTS!]
Many thoughts flitted through Seto's head, many of which involved suicide (coincidentally). But the biggest thought was something like-
//.... Damn...I've got a delusion-filled, head-strong twelve-year-old who thinks I love her on my hands...oh crap...//
"Lisa, I was talking about Mokuba...MOKUBA."
"Oh, Kebby-kun...you don't need to be SHY." She giggled again, edging ever closer.
"..." Seto decided it was time to make a quick getaway just about then.
"But Kebby-kun, where are you going? We haven't professed our true feelings for each other yet! You haven't asked me to marry you!" The Irish lilt followed him down the hallway.
"...Work...I've got...work..."
The best alibi he could think of.
#END TAPE#
The room was once again silent. And then-
"Woah, quite the player, aren't you, boss?"
"Excuse me?" He waved the pliers threateningly, once again.
"Nothing...well, this doesn't look good. You talking to them had absolutely no affect, apart from Lisa thinking that you want to marry her and Mokuba displaying pre-adolescence guardian-shun. Therefore, I bring up what I said before. Asking Yugi's the only way."
"But think how it'll make me LOOK. Me, crawling back to them with a plea for help is so...PATHETIC! I won't reduce myself to that, not for anything."
"Can't you forget about your pride for ONCE? Your very SANITY'S at stake!"
"...I don't know of what you speak."
"Boss, I've known you for my entire existence. You created me, programmed me, and DESIGNED me. I KNOW what you become under a great deal of pressure."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Your point being?"
"My point being that you're a nervous wreck compared to the normal, Lisa vs. Mokuba FREE Seto Kaiba!"
"Perhaps...perhaps you're right."
"As for Yugi...from what you've told about him and my personal observation, the boy THRIVES on helping people, especially those he considers his friends. And let's face it, he considers you a friend no matter what you think or say to him."
He nodded forcefully.
"As I see it, Yugi and his friends can act as...mediators...between Lisa and Mokuba, and help solve this little "problem" of theirs. Being the "children-loving" people they are, order should be restored to the Kaiba mansion in about a day."
At that thought, Seto's eyes closed in bliss. Even HE could not resist the idea of peace and quiet.
"Fine. With no other options-"
"-Excluding Domino Insane Asylum." She appeared to grin once more.
"EXCLUDING DOMINO INSANE ASYLUM," he repeated loudly, as if to shut her up. "I have no choice but to...gotoYugiforhelp." He spoke the last part very quickly, as if not to hear it himself.
"What was that?" Her mocking voice sounded.
"Go. To. Yugi. For. Help." He gritted his teeth.
"Awww...I knew you'd come round eventually."
"I see, a psychic computer, eh? Perhaps you should think about talk shows as a career." He shot back.
"Tou-shey." [Ieyre: Can't spell it, sorry.]
"I'm very flattered. Really." He responded dryly, and returned to his work. Yugi could wait, but the stock could not. Lisa and Mokuba were really bringing him down...
//We went another two points lower...kuso!//
[Ieyre: Where does the Workaholics Anonymous meet again?]
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//I can't believe I'm doing this...// Seto stood outside the ominous (or at least to him) Kame Game Shop. //God...I seem to be thinking that a lot lately...// Seto sweatdropped. //Well, here goes nothing.// Then, swiftly yet silently, he opened the door to the shop and heard the light tinkle of the bell.
"May I help you?" Solomon [Can't spell Sugarouto or whatever it is...] Mouto's cheerful voice asked. The old man stood at the counter and there was no one else at the store. "Seto...Seto Kaiba?" His cheerful smile faded a bit. He wasn't one to hold grudges, but...
"Er...hello, Mr. Mouto...is...is Yugi here?" He started uncomfortably, something he rarely did.
Mr. Mouto stared momentarily at the boy, as if searching for some kind of malice in his face. Apparently finding none, he spoke slowly in response.
"Yes, He's upstairs with Anzu, Honda, Ryou and Joey..."
//Damn...I was hoping he wasn't here...the Mutt will lord this over me for the rest of my life...//
"...I think they're playing video games...shall I tell him you're here?" He questioned with the ever-calculating look on his face.
"...Yes. Yes...please."
"Fine then, Seto. I'll go tell him and the others...what shall I say you're here for?" Secretly Mr. Mouto only wanted to know himself and doubted Yugi and co. cared. Perhaps the selfish boy he had once known HAD changed.
"It's a personal matter." He said with finality.
"Ah. I see. I'll go tell him, then."
Mr. Mouto thoughtfully climbed the stairs to his grandson's room. What DID the young Kaiba really want?
"WAHOO! I win again!"
"Only cause you cheated, Joey."
"Did not, Honda! I won fair and square!"
"Wanna bet, cheater boy?"
"That's it, you're cruising for a bruising!"
"You're on!"
Joey and Honda, after having a small dispute over who had won a PS2 game, were now wrestling on the couch. Yugi, Anzu, and Ryou were looking on, ever so slightly amused.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Yugi, it's me, grandpa. Open the door, would you please?"
"Sure grandpa. Here." Yugi opened the door for his grandfather, who stepped into the room, laughing slightly at the sight of Joey and Honda.
"They never give up, do they? Yugi, I came up because you have a visitor downstairs waiting."
"Really, Grandpa? I wasn't expecting anyone...Honda, Joey stop fighting."
Joey looked up from his headlock and let go, dumping Honda ungracefully on the floor.
"Who is it, Gramps?" He asked, curiously.
"You'll see. I'll send them up." He walked out of the room again, waving bye to the 5 teens.
"Who could it be?" Anzu wondered aloud.
"Yes, who is it, do you think?" Ryou agreed.
Everyone heard steps up the stairs, quick and precise. They stopped with amazing precision, almost like a machine.
Three knocks sounded on the door, and it creaked open. Two blue eyes, a head of neatly combed brown hair, and tall, slim body appeared in the doorway.
"...Hello Yugi...may I...er...come in...please?" Seto Kaiba asked, glancing around at the Duel Monster's Posters on the walls and Yugi's four friends sitting in a circle on the floor.
"KAIBA?" Joey yelped. "What're YOU doing here?"
He turned to face Joey and recognized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why waste it?
"You know Joey..." His face twisted into a smirk. "That yapping really suits you. Maybe you should walk on all fours from now on."
"Why I outta-LET ME AT HIM!" Honda and Ryou had to, not for the first time, restrain Joey from lunging at Seto.
"So now you go OUT of your way to insult us, Kaiba?" Anzu angrily asked, standing up. "You stuck up little-"
"I didn't come here to start a fight or rile the Chihuahua up. He doesn't HAVE to take the bait anyway, you know. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my time disheveling Joey's ego. I consider it more of a recreational sport."
Anzu snorted in disbelief.
"Oh, really Mr. CEO? Than why DID you come?"
Seto sank to the floor, dejectedly. Here was the moment of humiliation (In his mind), so it was best gotten over with.
"Because...because, as much as I HATE to admit it, Anzu...I need you, Yugi's, and the rest of your pathetic friends' help."
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Ieyre: Happy trails, everyone! Look for a new chapter VERY soon.
Yami Ieyre: Ms. Procrastination, thy name is Ieyre.
Ieyre: *glares* I hate you. *Doesn't really, just likes saying it*
Yami Ieyre: I know you do ^_^
Ieyre:.........R&R, everyone.
Yami Ieyre: *mumbles something unintelligible*
Ieyre:......Right. Well, here's chapter two of "The Kawaii Clash"
Yami Ieyre: *continues mumbling*
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Period.
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Seto Kaiba had just stormed into his computer lab.
"I can't believe it! The nerve! Neither one would listen to me!"
"I hate to say, 'I told you so' but I-"
"Oh, shut it before I'm forced to tear out your circuits one by one!"
Once again, Seto was relaying events of the Kaiba household to his computer, "affectionately" nicknamed his "A.I" [Ieyre: That's Artificial Intelligence, for all you bakas out there...]
"Why so reluctant to admit the truth?" she asked cockily. Nothing pleased this machine more than one-upping her creator, boss, and best friend.
"Because it's not, 'the truth'!" Seto fumed in response.
It was the third day of Lisa's visit, and things had not calmed down in any sense of the word...in fact, things appeared to be "just getting started".
"So, what happened with Mokuba?"
"I don't care to explain it. Just replay the security tape of hallway 8, floor 4-"
"...Outside Lisa's room...?"
"Yes...it was so...strange. Sometimes I just fail to understand eleven-year-old logic, I swear...I was never like this...!"
The tape began to play back.
#TAPE#
Eleven twenty-five AM. Hallway-8. Floor-4.
Mokuba was positioned just outside of Lisa's room, with a giant, brightly colored plastic gun under his right arm. A slight stirring could be heard within the room (undoubtedly Lisa planning her next assault upon "Moky-Chan")
"Mokuba...might I inquire as to why you are sitting outside our guest's room?" The emotionless voice of his brother inquired from behind his back.
"That's simple enough...I'm waiting for Lisa to get out here so I can pelt her with foam darts." Mokuba's gaze didn't leave the door.
Seto's eyes narrowed at his brother's response.
"Can't you even TRY to get along with her? Why do you dislike her so much anyway? She's not really THAT unlike you." Even the "Great" Seto Kaiba was unable to disguise his frustration.
"I just don't like her, okay?" Mokuba responded very quickly, as if to try and hide something in his voice.
"You must have SOME reason, kid. She really doesn't take up much more of my time than YOU do, so that isn't it. What is it?"
"..."
"Is it-?"
"Seto, I don't want to talk about this anymore!" Mokuba hissed and stood up, pushing his elder brother out of the room.
Was this Seto's imagination...or was his baby brother BLUSHING?
"But-"
"Now go away, Nii-sama! You'll alert Lisa-Chan...I mean, that GIRL you brought into our house, of my presence!"
"Mokuba-"
"OkayI'llseeyouatdinnerSetobye!" The door slammed in his face.
#END TAPE#
The computer room was silent for a second or two.
"So THAT'S how it went with Mokuba. What about Lisa?" Seto choose not to answer that question. "Fine. But you know I'll find out any way. I can simply look through all the security tapes. It'd be a cinch-"
"Hallway 3. Floor 2." He answered finally. His voice sounded peculiarly higher than usual.
"Good. I know it can't be THAT bad. She probably has more sense than Mokuba. She told you why she fights with Mokuba, right?"
"...Oh, you'll love this..." His speech lapsed back into it's usual unemotional stupor, as if he was excepting some sort of cruel fate or such...AI just couldn't understand human emotion at times...
"Whatever." The screen flickered as she played the tape.
#TAPE#
Lisa ran down a hallway after Mokuba's retreating back. Swiftly a firm hand clamped down on her smaller shoulder.
"Wha? Oh, hi Kebby-kun!" Lisa squeaked. Seto rolled his obviously, but she didn't seem to notice as she squeezed him to death.
"Lisa, MUST you always call me that?"
"Why wouldn't I, it's your name, isn't it?" Seto sighed at the little girl's persistence.
"Whatever...Lisa, I need to ask you a question."
"What is it, Kebby-kun?" Lisa widened her gray eyes, if possible, even more.
"Lisa...what do you feel about...that is, do you...have an, er...what do you THINK of-" Seto started.
"Say no more, Kebby-kun...I know exactly what you're trying to say...you don't need to hide it any more..." Seto stared at her...what was she talking about? "I...I didn't know you felt that way, Kebby-kun...I didn't know you cared for me so...I...um, feel the same way..." Lisa blushed deeply and edged closer to him, batting her eyelashes widely [Yami Ieyre: Sounds like what Ieyre would do...ow! That HURTS!]
Many thoughts flitted through Seto's head, many of which involved suicide (coincidentally). But the biggest thought was something like-
//.... Damn...I've got a delusion-filled, head-strong twelve-year-old who thinks I love her on my hands...oh crap...//
"Lisa, I was talking about Mokuba...MOKUBA."
"Oh, Kebby-kun...you don't need to be SHY." She giggled again, edging ever closer.
"..." Seto decided it was time to make a quick getaway just about then.
"But Kebby-kun, where are you going? We haven't professed our true feelings for each other yet! You haven't asked me to marry you!" The Irish lilt followed him down the hallway.
"...Work...I've got...work..."
The best alibi he could think of.
#END TAPE#
The room was once again silent. And then-
"Woah, quite the player, aren't you, boss?"
"Excuse me?" He waved the pliers threateningly, once again.
"Nothing...well, this doesn't look good. You talking to them had absolutely no affect, apart from Lisa thinking that you want to marry her and Mokuba displaying pre-adolescence guardian-shun. Therefore, I bring up what I said before. Asking Yugi's the only way."
"But think how it'll make me LOOK. Me, crawling back to them with a plea for help is so...PATHETIC! I won't reduce myself to that, not for anything."
"Can't you forget about your pride for ONCE? Your very SANITY'S at stake!"
"...I don't know of what you speak."
"Boss, I've known you for my entire existence. You created me, programmed me, and DESIGNED me. I KNOW what you become under a great deal of pressure."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Your point being?"
"My point being that you're a nervous wreck compared to the normal, Lisa vs. Mokuba FREE Seto Kaiba!"
"Perhaps...perhaps you're right."
"As for Yugi...from what you've told about him and my personal observation, the boy THRIVES on helping people, especially those he considers his friends. And let's face it, he considers you a friend no matter what you think or say to him."
He nodded forcefully.
"As I see it, Yugi and his friends can act as...mediators...between Lisa and Mokuba, and help solve this little "problem" of theirs. Being the "children-loving" people they are, order should be restored to the Kaiba mansion in about a day."
At that thought, Seto's eyes closed in bliss. Even HE could not resist the idea of peace and quiet.
"Fine. With no other options-"
"-Excluding Domino Insane Asylum." She appeared to grin once more.
"EXCLUDING DOMINO INSANE ASYLUM," he repeated loudly, as if to shut her up. "I have no choice but to...gotoYugiforhelp." He spoke the last part very quickly, as if not to hear it himself.
"What was that?" Her mocking voice sounded.
"Go. To. Yugi. For. Help." He gritted his teeth.
"Awww...I knew you'd come round eventually."
"I see, a psychic computer, eh? Perhaps you should think about talk shows as a career." He shot back.
"Tou-shey." [Ieyre: Can't spell it, sorry.]
"I'm very flattered. Really." He responded dryly, and returned to his work. Yugi could wait, but the stock could not. Lisa and Mokuba were really bringing him down...
//We went another two points lower...kuso!//
[Ieyre: Where does the Workaholics Anonymous meet again?]
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//I can't believe I'm doing this...// Seto stood outside the ominous (or at least to him) Kame Game Shop. //God...I seem to be thinking that a lot lately...// Seto sweatdropped. //Well, here goes nothing.// Then, swiftly yet silently, he opened the door to the shop and heard the light tinkle of the bell.
"May I help you?" Solomon [Can't spell Sugarouto or whatever it is...] Mouto's cheerful voice asked. The old man stood at the counter and there was no one else at the store. "Seto...Seto Kaiba?" His cheerful smile faded a bit. He wasn't one to hold grudges, but...
"Er...hello, Mr. Mouto...is...is Yugi here?" He started uncomfortably, something he rarely did.
Mr. Mouto stared momentarily at the boy, as if searching for some kind of malice in his face. Apparently finding none, he spoke slowly in response.
"Yes, He's upstairs with Anzu, Honda, Ryou and Joey..."
//Damn...I was hoping he wasn't here...the Mutt will lord this over me for the rest of my life...//
"...I think they're playing video games...shall I tell him you're here?" He questioned with the ever-calculating look on his face.
"...Yes. Yes...please."
"Fine then, Seto. I'll go tell him and the others...what shall I say you're here for?" Secretly Mr. Mouto only wanted to know himself and doubted Yugi and co. cared. Perhaps the selfish boy he had once known HAD changed.
"It's a personal matter." He said with finality.
"Ah. I see. I'll go tell him, then."
Mr. Mouto thoughtfully climbed the stairs to his grandson's room. What DID the young Kaiba really want?
"WAHOO! I win again!"
"Only cause you cheated, Joey."
"Did not, Honda! I won fair and square!"
"Wanna bet, cheater boy?"
"That's it, you're cruising for a bruising!"
"You're on!"
Joey and Honda, after having a small dispute over who had won a PS2 game, were now wrestling on the couch. Yugi, Anzu, and Ryou were looking on, ever so slightly amused.
There was a light knock on the door.
"Yugi, it's me, grandpa. Open the door, would you please?"
"Sure grandpa. Here." Yugi opened the door for his grandfather, who stepped into the room, laughing slightly at the sight of Joey and Honda.
"They never give up, do they? Yugi, I came up because you have a visitor downstairs waiting."
"Really, Grandpa? I wasn't expecting anyone...Honda, Joey stop fighting."
Joey looked up from his headlock and let go, dumping Honda ungracefully on the floor.
"Who is it, Gramps?" He asked, curiously.
"You'll see. I'll send them up." He walked out of the room again, waving bye to the 5 teens.
"Who could it be?" Anzu wondered aloud.
"Yes, who is it, do you think?" Ryou agreed.
Everyone heard steps up the stairs, quick and precise. They stopped with amazing precision, almost like a machine.
Three knocks sounded on the door, and it creaked open. Two blue eyes, a head of neatly combed brown hair, and tall, slim body appeared in the doorway.
"...Hello Yugi...may I...er...come in...please?" Seto Kaiba asked, glancing around at the Duel Monster's Posters on the walls and Yugi's four friends sitting in a circle on the floor.
"KAIBA?" Joey yelped. "What're YOU doing here?"
He turned to face Joey and recognized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why waste it?
"You know Joey..." His face twisted into a smirk. "That yapping really suits you. Maybe you should walk on all fours from now on."
"Why I outta-LET ME AT HIM!" Honda and Ryou had to, not for the first time, restrain Joey from lunging at Seto.
"So now you go OUT of your way to insult us, Kaiba?" Anzu angrily asked, standing up. "You stuck up little-"
"I didn't come here to start a fight or rile the Chihuahua up. He doesn't HAVE to take the bait anyway, you know. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my time disheveling Joey's ego. I consider it more of a recreational sport."
Anzu snorted in disbelief.
"Oh, really Mr. CEO? Than why DID you come?"
Seto sank to the floor, dejectedly. Here was the moment of humiliation (In his mind), so it was best gotten over with.
"Because...because, as much as I HATE to admit it, Anzu...I need you, Yugi's, and the rest of your pathetic friends' help."
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Ieyre: Happy trails, everyone! Look for a new chapter VERY soon.
Yami Ieyre: Ms. Procrastination, thy name is Ieyre.
Ieyre: *glares* I hate you. *Doesn't really, just likes saying it*
Yami Ieyre: I know you do ^_^
Ieyre:.........R&R, everyone.