A/N: No, I don't own YGO and I never will.Anyway, here's the next chapter
(finally!) As always, it's all in Yami's point of view. Enjoy!^_^
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A river of white marble stretched before me, terrifyingly wide at the bottom and narrowing upward until it became a mere thread. Pots of rhododendrons and prim roses occupied the banisters in seemingly accurate intervals, their colors contrasting nicely with the clay vessels that held them. Behind, the ground was paved in a twister of yellow-gold bricks like the ones in "The Wizard of Oz" (yes, Aibou took the time to explain the _entire_ story to me.).
Anyway, as I glanced up at my soon-to-be acquainted with path, I couldn't help but groan. Now, I know pharaohs don't whine, but, hey, I'll be the one suffering blisters on my feet from climbing two-hundred steps of stone!!! Geez, you'd think someone as rich as Kaiba could at least afford an elevator?!
Oh yes. Kaiba. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to convince me to walk five miles to his house for the blasted "Family Life" project. So.here I am now, laboriously working my way up to his front door.
At least it's not raining.
Damn. Yes it is.
I think someone _really_ hates me up there.Just a few minutes ago the sun was still out, for Ra's sake! Now.now the sky seemed to have turned over a new face, wearing a mask of melancholy and rage. Dark wisps of clouds churned amongst the gray billows, and - if you look closely - you can faintly see an angry old man with a beard of silver and cold black eyes.
Thank you, sky, for sharing my pain, but you're not exactly helping at the moment.
Now I remember why I had always hated the rain so much back in Egypt; it made you _wet_. And by wet I mean soaked to the bone, freezing cold, homeless-looking wet. To complicate matters even further, my outfit was clinging to my body like a second skin, the chilly water droplets seeping in with rapid speed. (Note to self: _Never_ wear leather in this miserable weather again)
If I catch a cold, it's all _his_ fault.
Speaking of which.the front door stood right before me.
Excuse me.I meant "doors". There were not one, but _three_ sets of double doors, their gold-embroidered carvings distorted in the sheets of torrential rain. The flourishing calligraphy of "Kaiba Resident" glowed softly in the darkened sky, the slight daylight casting a sickle hue around the name.
Hesitantly, I rested a finger on the dime-sized doorbell. Do I really want to work with this.bastard? Why am I even here? Why am I suffering through all these iniquitous punishments when I didn't even do anything? Why.
In my frustration, my finger accidentally slipped and to my horror.the bell rang. Or could it be considered a bell? Strangely, it held a tune similar to that of Barney, its "I love you, you love me" melody drifting throughout the mansion in an eerie woodwind timbre.
I was just about to make some snide remark about it (well, it's good blackmail!) when suddenly the double doors flew open to reveal none other than _him_.
Hn. I had expected a butler with a collar around his neck, kneeling like an obedient dog before his master or something. (My theory is understandable; if that's the way Kaiba treats everyone else, then why not his servants?)
Anyway, _he_ stared out me, arched a brow, then resumed to staring again. I grimaced under the impassive glance of those stoic blue eyes and returned my own glare. For a moment, the air was tightened with the rope of tension, and then, out of nowhere, he starts laughing! Laughing, out of all things!
I frowned and was about to demand for an answer (he better have a damn good one!) when someone behind him caught my eye. Rivulets of water dripped down golden bangs.a crown of drooping red and black that now resembled an unhealthy fern.misted face plus clammy leather.
Good Ra! That's me!
So here I am, gaping at my own pitiful reflection in the hallway mirror while a certain CEO laughed his head off. By now Kaiba has tears trickling down his cheeks. I have never felt more of a freak in my life.
"Y-You." he managed to choke out after subduing his uncontrollable and unjustified hilarity.
"I what?" Narrowing my eyes, I prepared for the worst.
"You look like a _girl_!"
A _girl_. Not a porcupine, not a fern, but a _girl_. That's the worst insult I've ever received in my entire life (which would be a long five thousand years). Kaiba, you freakin' jerk, you better take that back! No one calls a pharaoh a girl! _No one_!!! At least I don't look like some.some bone-faulty little worm that doesn't get enough sleep!
Unconsciously, I blurted the whole thing out, leaving a stunned brunette gawking at me.
Um.oops?
But as quick as it came, the look of surprise left Kaiba's face as the cold façade was pulled over. Cobalt eyes hardened as they surveyed me with inscrutable surveillance. Up above, the halogen light flickered briefly, sending a transient shadow across his face and swirling those sea- blue orbs to pools of black.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kick me out the door or something. Still.it wasn't _me_ that started it! And it's raining outside! (All the more reason he'd kick me out.) Uh.somebody help? It's not exactly comfortable standing under a death glare all day, even if one did try to replicate it.
Finally, Kaiba recited in a stoic tone, as if it had been practiced and used for too many times, "Down the hall, on your second right's the bathroom. Change your clothes and don't touch anything."
I nodded mutely, grateful to leave his oh-richie-one's unnerving presence, when Kaiba spoke again.
Brushing against my water-sodden shoulder, he smirked. "And Yami, worms don't have bones."
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How embarrassing! Not only was I proven wrong, but was done so by _him_ of all people! Why, oh why, couldn't it have been Aibou or Joey or _someone_? Even that annoying little tomb robber would be better than Kaiba!
Next time, it's thinking before talking for me. (Must remember that worms don't have bones.worms don't have bones.)
Sighing, I peeled off the gauchely drenched leather and let them fall into an unruly pile of black mush. My skin felt clammy from the tightness of the outfit and the cool breeze from the air conditioning was not helping. (Who in the world would turn the air conditioning on when it's _raining_ outside?!) Shivering, I pulled my hair into a pigtail to squeeze the water out, then progressed to running a brush through it.
I really hate to admit it, but Kaiba was right when he said I looked like a girl (but like I'd ever tell _him_ that!). Glaring at my reflection, I could not deny the truth: With blond bangs and crimson/black locks cascading down my back, I was just a bit too feminine.
I hate my life.I seriously do. Not only am I named a freak by my long- time enemy, but I'm also genderless! You'd think the gods would at least make me complete, but no.I just had to be stuck in between!
A sharp rap on the bathroom door snapped me out of my rumination. Must be one of the servants.
Tossing a towel around my waist, I swung the door wide open, shivering as a gust of cold air swirled around my nearly nude body.
Oh Ra. No.not again. This can't be happening to me.It _can't_. Why _him_? Why?! Amun, Horus, Toth, please, if you're up there.please, _please_ take me into the afterlife right now. I don't care if I end up in hell.but _please_ just get me away from here.
Kaiba eyed me with his usual what-the-hell-do-you-want glare, then thrusted a pile of black and blue fabric forward. While he stared at me, I was still desperately hoping for some unrealistic miracle and denying his existence.
"Here are your clothes. A maid will tend to your dampened attire."
I took the clothes like some mindless idiot, a robot programmed to do the biding of his master. As I waited for him to leave so that I may change, I half expected him to make some snide remark about my _feminine _ appearance.
But (surprisingly) he didn't. In fact, he didn't even flex a muscle; as if transformed into a stone statue, he continued to stare at me with unwavering steadiness. How lucky.a stone statue cannot be broken, cannot be humiliated, cannot feel.
A heated blush threatened to burst on my face as I felt his eyes still linger on my bare body (exception to the towel). What? Haven't he ever seen a shirtless man before?! Or is he silently ridiculing me, and I'm too dense to see it?
Coughing awkwardly, I strained to keep my voice even (well, it certainly wouldn't do to sound like a boiled chicken, now would it?). "Kaiba.excuse me while I change."
A few seconds passed and when I was sure he hadn't heard my request, the stone figure grunted and retreated down the hall, his blue trench coat trailing after him, afloat on an invisible breeze.
I heaved a sigh of utter relief and leaned against the door for support. How in the world are we ever going to complete this project if tensions are so damned high?
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The jeans sagged a bit as I pranced around the full-length mirror, straggling behind me and providing resistance to movement. And the shirt was.well, the shirt was a little _big_. Ok, ok, the black sweatshirt was about twice my size, concealing the entire upper contour of my body. The hem fell all the way down to my mid-thigh, and the sleeves hid my hands clear out of view.
Everything's so _large_. But I suppose it's explicable, seeing these must be Kaiba's smallest size.
Wait..rewind. Gaaaa!!! I'm wearing his clothes! _His_ clothes! I'll be cursed for life now! No!!!!!
During my little ferment, I was unaware of the fact that a servant had entered the room to retrieve my wet clothes. Uh.this must be why she gave me a strange look and, carrying the wet leather in a laundry basket, walked away muttering about teenagers these days being on sugar-high. Hn, well, it's not everyday that you get to see a feminine-looking pharaoh pulling at his hair and mumbling Egyptian curses.
Wandering aimless down the stairs in search of Kaiba (not that I care whether I find him or not.but we need to work on the project!), I unconsciously admired the large-scale paintings that hung about the beige walls.
Soft fluorescent light cast an ethereal shine on the depicted battle scenes, making the soldiers seem to jump to life and show their mighty strength. The battlefield was alive in colors, different hues of red, blue, and silver dancing together in mad, livid swirls.
I never knew that Kaiba was such a war-fanatic (or that he appreciated art).
Nodding to myself, I continued to marvel at the artistic versions of life and death when a voice interrupted the moment.
"In here."
Kaiba.
Indeed, on my left was the oh-so-formal businessman. The usual trench coat was neatly draped over the back of the leather chair, yet miraculously not touching the floor; the owner himself was seated, hands dancing away at the laptop's keyboard, pausing only briefly for contemplation. The yellowish glow from the screen reflected off his navy-blue (how typical.) business suite, enveloping him in a lambent golden glow.
Crossing under the large arch that separated room from hall, I stopped a few feet in front of the great mahogany desk. Kaiba gestured for me to take the plastic chair (that I hadn't noticed before) beside me. I obliged, then waited for him to make the first move.
Silence. That's all I received, save for the incessant tapping of computer keys and clicks. Great.I feel like I'm at an interview, being confronted by the world's sternest manager/CEO ever known to the world (I deem this true.slash the interview part). And if I fail to pass this test, my life will be utterly shattered to pieces and thrown out the office building.
"Did you bring your papers?"
I hadn't even realized that someone was talking to me until the person repeated the question more forcefully. So caught up was I in my little fantasy play that for a moment, I had interpreted the word "papers" for "resume". Thankfully, I bit back the response, "No, I left my resume at home, so could I make you wait while I run five miles back home in the rain to get it?"
Instead, I inclined my head, indicating that, yes, my papers are all here. (As you can see, I'm refraining from talking as much as I can; I just hate humiliation, don't you?)
For the first time since I entered the room, Kaiba looked at me and grunted. "Good. Take them out."
Ok, now I _really_ feel like a mindless robot who obeys every single command. Somehow, I managed to extract the sheets from my pocket sparing only a sharp glare.
The papers Ms. Masaki had assigned were slightly damp due to the rain, but it was still readable. Kaiba had already had his out on the desk (of course, _his_ was all nice and neat) and was surveying me intently again.
I fidgeted vaguely under his gaze, suddenly finding my assignment _very_ fascinating. Doesn't he know that I know he's watching me? Or maybe he does know that I know? Or maybe he knows that.? Oh, forget it. Too confusing.
"Let's start this," I mumbled, still eyeing my crumple assignment. "After all, that's why I came here in the first place."
"Yes, yes," he nodded, _still_ studying me. (What's up?! Are we suppose to write a 100-page report about our partner or something?!) Then, reading the first question, "Your role in the family."
Well, as it turned out, my paper decided that I should become a cute, loving housewife. A RA-DAMNED HOUSEWIFE!!! .I fear for my prestige.if word got out that I'm that _thing's_ wife (if only for a project) I'll commit suicide and hire someone to hack my body to pieces, burn them, and erase the name "Yami Mutou" from existence.
I seriously will.
I mean, even Kaiba got a decent job (a renowned lawyer). And I.Ra, I can't believe I'm actually reading these.I quote from my section: "A young, loving housewife who loves, cherishes, and practically worships her husband. She adores children, the color pink, and working around the house. Her infatuation.her husband."
Ahem. _Excuse me_? Pink? I don't think so. And also, I, for one, am a dignified pharaoh and certainly will not do any form of housework unless it's for my Aibou or his grandfather.
To top it all off, Kaiba had the nerve to smirk! If I weren't being restrained by my morals, he would be seeing black and blue for a couple of weeks now.
"What's so funny, Kaiba?" I asked, though I knew perfectly well why. Narrowing my eyes, I attempted my best don't-get-me-mad-or-you-shall-regret- it look.
But Kaiba, unaffected, simply wavered away my threat. "Oh nothing. I merely find it interesting that the king of games should be worshipping me."
I growled, yet could not come up with a decent comeback.
Still smirking and me glaring daggers at him, we proceeded to list the supplies we'd need, house, car, and all that other useless stuff. (Personally, I believe one should be satisfied with a roof over his head, plus bread, milk, and cheese. People are so selfish these days.)
"I guess we'd need toothbrushes, toothpaste, clothes." I ticked off the items while Kaiba typed them into his computer, ".shoes, a bed."
That was when I noticed he'd stopped typing.
"What?" I asked, slightly unnerved at the queer look he was giving me.
Holding my gaze, he repeated levelly, "_A_ bed?"
Uh.I said that? I think now would be a good time to hire an assassin and meet Osiris in the underworld. And, I believe, my face just endured multiple shades of red and still going.
"No!" I blurted out unceremoniously, almost jolting out of my chair. "I meant two beds!"
Unfortunately, the thick-headed stone statue had already made up his mind.
"Alright. One bed it is. King-sized."
.You do realize that we'll be sharing the same bed, right?
But I was too stupefied to even protest as I helplessly watched Kaiba continue the list. Just the mere thought of him and I under the same blanket drove shivers down my back. What if he tried to.
No way! Kaiba _can't_ be interested in me! He's not gay (at least, not to my knowledge) and neither am I! Besides, we're enemies and enemies don't.y'know.hit it on with each other. Plus, I have the Millennium Puzzle for protection.
The day's work is completed and I shall die of sheer mortification. We live in a one-story bungalow, drive a Lexus and a BMW, and HAVE A BED COMPLETE WITH SATIN! Why Kaiba had put that was beyond me (perhaps he had a thing for satin?), but does he realize what satin mean?
Hn.there seems to be a lot I don't know about him.But then again, do I want to?
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YK: Er.crappy ending.I know.
Yami: You can never expect much from a thirteen-year-old
YK: Hey! I resent that! Thirteen-year-olds can write! (mumbles) I'm just sort of unintelligent and torpid, that's all.
Yami: (completely ignoring YK) And YK had tried to write the whole thing in current-tense, but unfortunately she wasn't very bright, resulting in the chapter being changed to past-tense
YK: (death glare) You shall suffer in the next chapter.
Yami: x_x
YK: Speaking of next chapter, here's a hint of what's going to be in it ^_^ And remember, please R&R!
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Next chapter:
*Children!!!
*Yami slips on ice, only to be caught by.
*The "family" is forced to go shopping
*Flirt! Be careful Yami!
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A river of white marble stretched before me, terrifyingly wide at the bottom and narrowing upward until it became a mere thread. Pots of rhododendrons and prim roses occupied the banisters in seemingly accurate intervals, their colors contrasting nicely with the clay vessels that held them. Behind, the ground was paved in a twister of yellow-gold bricks like the ones in "The Wizard of Oz" (yes, Aibou took the time to explain the _entire_ story to me.).
Anyway, as I glanced up at my soon-to-be acquainted with path, I couldn't help but groan. Now, I know pharaohs don't whine, but, hey, I'll be the one suffering blisters on my feet from climbing two-hundred steps of stone!!! Geez, you'd think someone as rich as Kaiba could at least afford an elevator?!
Oh yes. Kaiba. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to convince me to walk five miles to his house for the blasted "Family Life" project. So.here I am now, laboriously working my way up to his front door.
At least it's not raining.
Damn. Yes it is.
I think someone _really_ hates me up there.Just a few minutes ago the sun was still out, for Ra's sake! Now.now the sky seemed to have turned over a new face, wearing a mask of melancholy and rage. Dark wisps of clouds churned amongst the gray billows, and - if you look closely - you can faintly see an angry old man with a beard of silver and cold black eyes.
Thank you, sky, for sharing my pain, but you're not exactly helping at the moment.
Now I remember why I had always hated the rain so much back in Egypt; it made you _wet_. And by wet I mean soaked to the bone, freezing cold, homeless-looking wet. To complicate matters even further, my outfit was clinging to my body like a second skin, the chilly water droplets seeping in with rapid speed. (Note to self: _Never_ wear leather in this miserable weather again)
If I catch a cold, it's all _his_ fault.
Speaking of which.the front door stood right before me.
Excuse me.I meant "doors". There were not one, but _three_ sets of double doors, their gold-embroidered carvings distorted in the sheets of torrential rain. The flourishing calligraphy of "Kaiba Resident" glowed softly in the darkened sky, the slight daylight casting a sickle hue around the name.
Hesitantly, I rested a finger on the dime-sized doorbell. Do I really want to work with this.bastard? Why am I even here? Why am I suffering through all these iniquitous punishments when I didn't even do anything? Why.
In my frustration, my finger accidentally slipped and to my horror.the bell rang. Or could it be considered a bell? Strangely, it held a tune similar to that of Barney, its "I love you, you love me" melody drifting throughout the mansion in an eerie woodwind timbre.
I was just about to make some snide remark about it (well, it's good blackmail!) when suddenly the double doors flew open to reveal none other than _him_.
Hn. I had expected a butler with a collar around his neck, kneeling like an obedient dog before his master or something. (My theory is understandable; if that's the way Kaiba treats everyone else, then why not his servants?)
Anyway, _he_ stared out me, arched a brow, then resumed to staring again. I grimaced under the impassive glance of those stoic blue eyes and returned my own glare. For a moment, the air was tightened with the rope of tension, and then, out of nowhere, he starts laughing! Laughing, out of all things!
I frowned and was about to demand for an answer (he better have a damn good one!) when someone behind him caught my eye. Rivulets of water dripped down golden bangs.a crown of drooping red and black that now resembled an unhealthy fern.misted face plus clammy leather.
Good Ra! That's me!
So here I am, gaping at my own pitiful reflection in the hallway mirror while a certain CEO laughed his head off. By now Kaiba has tears trickling down his cheeks. I have never felt more of a freak in my life.
"Y-You." he managed to choke out after subduing his uncontrollable and unjustified hilarity.
"I what?" Narrowing my eyes, I prepared for the worst.
"You look like a _girl_!"
A _girl_. Not a porcupine, not a fern, but a _girl_. That's the worst insult I've ever received in my entire life (which would be a long five thousand years). Kaiba, you freakin' jerk, you better take that back! No one calls a pharaoh a girl! _No one_!!! At least I don't look like some.some bone-faulty little worm that doesn't get enough sleep!
Unconsciously, I blurted the whole thing out, leaving a stunned brunette gawking at me.
Um.oops?
But as quick as it came, the look of surprise left Kaiba's face as the cold façade was pulled over. Cobalt eyes hardened as they surveyed me with inscrutable surveillance. Up above, the halogen light flickered briefly, sending a transient shadow across his face and swirling those sea- blue orbs to pools of black.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kick me out the door or something. Still.it wasn't _me_ that started it! And it's raining outside! (All the more reason he'd kick me out.) Uh.somebody help? It's not exactly comfortable standing under a death glare all day, even if one did try to replicate it.
Finally, Kaiba recited in a stoic tone, as if it had been practiced and used for too many times, "Down the hall, on your second right's the bathroom. Change your clothes and don't touch anything."
I nodded mutely, grateful to leave his oh-richie-one's unnerving presence, when Kaiba spoke again.
Brushing against my water-sodden shoulder, he smirked. "And Yami, worms don't have bones."
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How embarrassing! Not only was I proven wrong, but was done so by _him_ of all people! Why, oh why, couldn't it have been Aibou or Joey or _someone_? Even that annoying little tomb robber would be better than Kaiba!
Next time, it's thinking before talking for me. (Must remember that worms don't have bones.worms don't have bones.)
Sighing, I peeled off the gauchely drenched leather and let them fall into an unruly pile of black mush. My skin felt clammy from the tightness of the outfit and the cool breeze from the air conditioning was not helping. (Who in the world would turn the air conditioning on when it's _raining_ outside?!) Shivering, I pulled my hair into a pigtail to squeeze the water out, then progressed to running a brush through it.
I really hate to admit it, but Kaiba was right when he said I looked like a girl (but like I'd ever tell _him_ that!). Glaring at my reflection, I could not deny the truth: With blond bangs and crimson/black locks cascading down my back, I was just a bit too feminine.
I hate my life.I seriously do. Not only am I named a freak by my long- time enemy, but I'm also genderless! You'd think the gods would at least make me complete, but no.I just had to be stuck in between!
A sharp rap on the bathroom door snapped me out of my rumination. Must be one of the servants.
Tossing a towel around my waist, I swung the door wide open, shivering as a gust of cold air swirled around my nearly nude body.
Oh Ra. No.not again. This can't be happening to me.It _can't_. Why _him_? Why?! Amun, Horus, Toth, please, if you're up there.please, _please_ take me into the afterlife right now. I don't care if I end up in hell.but _please_ just get me away from here.
Kaiba eyed me with his usual what-the-hell-do-you-want glare, then thrusted a pile of black and blue fabric forward. While he stared at me, I was still desperately hoping for some unrealistic miracle and denying his existence.
"Here are your clothes. A maid will tend to your dampened attire."
I took the clothes like some mindless idiot, a robot programmed to do the biding of his master. As I waited for him to leave so that I may change, I half expected him to make some snide remark about my _feminine _ appearance.
But (surprisingly) he didn't. In fact, he didn't even flex a muscle; as if transformed into a stone statue, he continued to stare at me with unwavering steadiness. How lucky.a stone statue cannot be broken, cannot be humiliated, cannot feel.
A heated blush threatened to burst on my face as I felt his eyes still linger on my bare body (exception to the towel). What? Haven't he ever seen a shirtless man before?! Or is he silently ridiculing me, and I'm too dense to see it?
Coughing awkwardly, I strained to keep my voice even (well, it certainly wouldn't do to sound like a boiled chicken, now would it?). "Kaiba.excuse me while I change."
A few seconds passed and when I was sure he hadn't heard my request, the stone figure grunted and retreated down the hall, his blue trench coat trailing after him, afloat on an invisible breeze.
I heaved a sigh of utter relief and leaned against the door for support. How in the world are we ever going to complete this project if tensions are so damned high?
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The jeans sagged a bit as I pranced around the full-length mirror, straggling behind me and providing resistance to movement. And the shirt was.well, the shirt was a little _big_. Ok, ok, the black sweatshirt was about twice my size, concealing the entire upper contour of my body. The hem fell all the way down to my mid-thigh, and the sleeves hid my hands clear out of view.
Everything's so _large_. But I suppose it's explicable, seeing these must be Kaiba's smallest size.
Wait..rewind. Gaaaa!!! I'm wearing his clothes! _His_ clothes! I'll be cursed for life now! No!!!!!
During my little ferment, I was unaware of the fact that a servant had entered the room to retrieve my wet clothes. Uh.this must be why she gave me a strange look and, carrying the wet leather in a laundry basket, walked away muttering about teenagers these days being on sugar-high. Hn, well, it's not everyday that you get to see a feminine-looking pharaoh pulling at his hair and mumbling Egyptian curses.
Wandering aimless down the stairs in search of Kaiba (not that I care whether I find him or not.but we need to work on the project!), I unconsciously admired the large-scale paintings that hung about the beige walls.
Soft fluorescent light cast an ethereal shine on the depicted battle scenes, making the soldiers seem to jump to life and show their mighty strength. The battlefield was alive in colors, different hues of red, blue, and silver dancing together in mad, livid swirls.
I never knew that Kaiba was such a war-fanatic (or that he appreciated art).
Nodding to myself, I continued to marvel at the artistic versions of life and death when a voice interrupted the moment.
"In here."
Kaiba.
Indeed, on my left was the oh-so-formal businessman. The usual trench coat was neatly draped over the back of the leather chair, yet miraculously not touching the floor; the owner himself was seated, hands dancing away at the laptop's keyboard, pausing only briefly for contemplation. The yellowish glow from the screen reflected off his navy-blue (how typical.) business suite, enveloping him in a lambent golden glow.
Crossing under the large arch that separated room from hall, I stopped a few feet in front of the great mahogany desk. Kaiba gestured for me to take the plastic chair (that I hadn't noticed before) beside me. I obliged, then waited for him to make the first move.
Silence. That's all I received, save for the incessant tapping of computer keys and clicks. Great.I feel like I'm at an interview, being confronted by the world's sternest manager/CEO ever known to the world (I deem this true.slash the interview part). And if I fail to pass this test, my life will be utterly shattered to pieces and thrown out the office building.
"Did you bring your papers?"
I hadn't even realized that someone was talking to me until the person repeated the question more forcefully. So caught up was I in my little fantasy play that for a moment, I had interpreted the word "papers" for "resume". Thankfully, I bit back the response, "No, I left my resume at home, so could I make you wait while I run five miles back home in the rain to get it?"
Instead, I inclined my head, indicating that, yes, my papers are all here. (As you can see, I'm refraining from talking as much as I can; I just hate humiliation, don't you?)
For the first time since I entered the room, Kaiba looked at me and grunted. "Good. Take them out."
Ok, now I _really_ feel like a mindless robot who obeys every single command. Somehow, I managed to extract the sheets from my pocket sparing only a sharp glare.
The papers Ms. Masaki had assigned were slightly damp due to the rain, but it was still readable. Kaiba had already had his out on the desk (of course, _his_ was all nice and neat) and was surveying me intently again.
I fidgeted vaguely under his gaze, suddenly finding my assignment _very_ fascinating. Doesn't he know that I know he's watching me? Or maybe he does know that I know? Or maybe he knows that.? Oh, forget it. Too confusing.
"Let's start this," I mumbled, still eyeing my crumple assignment. "After all, that's why I came here in the first place."
"Yes, yes," he nodded, _still_ studying me. (What's up?! Are we suppose to write a 100-page report about our partner or something?!) Then, reading the first question, "Your role in the family."
Well, as it turned out, my paper decided that I should become a cute, loving housewife. A RA-DAMNED HOUSEWIFE!!! .I fear for my prestige.if word got out that I'm that _thing's_ wife (if only for a project) I'll commit suicide and hire someone to hack my body to pieces, burn them, and erase the name "Yami Mutou" from existence.
I seriously will.
I mean, even Kaiba got a decent job (a renowned lawyer). And I.Ra, I can't believe I'm actually reading these.I quote from my section: "A young, loving housewife who loves, cherishes, and practically worships her husband. She adores children, the color pink, and working around the house. Her infatuation.her husband."
Ahem. _Excuse me_? Pink? I don't think so. And also, I, for one, am a dignified pharaoh and certainly will not do any form of housework unless it's for my Aibou or his grandfather.
To top it all off, Kaiba had the nerve to smirk! If I weren't being restrained by my morals, he would be seeing black and blue for a couple of weeks now.
"What's so funny, Kaiba?" I asked, though I knew perfectly well why. Narrowing my eyes, I attempted my best don't-get-me-mad-or-you-shall-regret- it look.
But Kaiba, unaffected, simply wavered away my threat. "Oh nothing. I merely find it interesting that the king of games should be worshipping me."
I growled, yet could not come up with a decent comeback.
Still smirking and me glaring daggers at him, we proceeded to list the supplies we'd need, house, car, and all that other useless stuff. (Personally, I believe one should be satisfied with a roof over his head, plus bread, milk, and cheese. People are so selfish these days.)
"I guess we'd need toothbrushes, toothpaste, clothes." I ticked off the items while Kaiba typed them into his computer, ".shoes, a bed."
That was when I noticed he'd stopped typing.
"What?" I asked, slightly unnerved at the queer look he was giving me.
Holding my gaze, he repeated levelly, "_A_ bed?"
Uh.I said that? I think now would be a good time to hire an assassin and meet Osiris in the underworld. And, I believe, my face just endured multiple shades of red and still going.
"No!" I blurted out unceremoniously, almost jolting out of my chair. "I meant two beds!"
Unfortunately, the thick-headed stone statue had already made up his mind.
"Alright. One bed it is. King-sized."
.You do realize that we'll be sharing the same bed, right?
But I was too stupefied to even protest as I helplessly watched Kaiba continue the list. Just the mere thought of him and I under the same blanket drove shivers down my back. What if he tried to.
No way! Kaiba _can't_ be interested in me! He's not gay (at least, not to my knowledge) and neither am I! Besides, we're enemies and enemies don't.y'know.hit it on with each other. Plus, I have the Millennium Puzzle for protection.
The day's work is completed and I shall die of sheer mortification. We live in a one-story bungalow, drive a Lexus and a BMW, and HAVE A BED COMPLETE WITH SATIN! Why Kaiba had put that was beyond me (perhaps he had a thing for satin?), but does he realize what satin mean?
Hn.there seems to be a lot I don't know about him.But then again, do I want to?
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YK: Er.crappy ending.I know.
Yami: You can never expect much from a thirteen-year-old
YK: Hey! I resent that! Thirteen-year-olds can write! (mumbles) I'm just sort of unintelligent and torpid, that's all.
Yami: (completely ignoring YK) And YK had tried to write the whole thing in current-tense, but unfortunately she wasn't very bright, resulting in the chapter being changed to past-tense
YK: (death glare) You shall suffer in the next chapter.
Yami: x_x
YK: Speaking of next chapter, here's a hint of what's going to be in it ^_^ And remember, please R&R!
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Next chapter:
*Children!!!
*Yami slips on ice, only to be caught by.
*The "family" is forced to go shopping
*Flirt! Be careful Yami!