I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH Okay, Read on "Thank you Miss, uh..." Seto Kaiba
said ruffling through the many resumes of the potential sitters for Mokuba.
"Inoue. I am pleased to inform you that you are one of the top people
interviewed. Although, some of the candidates you would be surprised at how
unqualified they are. What was your first name again?" " Ren, Kaiba-sama,
sir. Thank you very much. I look forward to possibly taking on this job."
And with that, she walked out of the room.
Brother, don't you recognize me? You don't remember. We were both too young. You don't remember our name, the name given to us with so much honor. The name taken from you by your stepfather. You remember me not. We were too young when you were taken from me. At least Mokuba-Chan was raised in good hands. May you soon see the resemblance between us.
"Hmmm" Seto thought to himself. That girl seemed strange. Certainly qualified, would most likely get the job, but something about her. Her scarlet, strait, ear length bobbed hair parted the same as his, and her hard set blue eyes modeled his. She had the same sharp nose, and he could never tell what she was thinking. I was almost as if they were related. "Nah" he brushed off the ludicrous thought and sighed, leaning back in his chair now that the interviews were finally over.
Meanwhile, Mokuba played some video game, entranced by the TV's lights, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around. "Huh?" A sound emerged from his throat. Behind him walked a girl. She looked about his big brothers age. What if? Ha. He giggled at the thought. Seto would rather die than take his eyes away from his work for three seconds. Soon he was rolling around laughing. Seto and what's her name sittin in a tree. Ha ha ha! Suddenly the girl turned around. "Are you all right?" He must look insane like that. "Yes I'm fine ma'am." Said Mokuba, still trying to hold back chuckles." Who are you?" Surprised by this out of the blue question, she still managed to compose an answer. "I'm Ren Mokuba-kun. I have applied to watch you while your brother is out of town." Oh, so she was only an interviewer. Despite the stupidity of it, he had somehow got his hopes up. He longed for his brother to unglue his hands from his laptop, to peel his eyes from the countless papers around him and see the sky. "Whatever, hope you get the job" replied Mokuba. He obviously didn't care. "Thank you" she said, and then left. What was it about her? She was somehow familiar, like a friend he had known in infancy. But that was impossible.
Dear Mokuba, how I wish you remembered me. But no, you even less that your brother. How I long to be home, with my family, instead of far away. But Isis gave me this power to watch over you and your brother and I will use it. You are too tied in with the millennium items for you own good. I cannot untangle the knots, but I can protect you, for all involved will be hurt.
The next morning, Ren woke up to a phone call. It's blaring ring echoed like a siren through her house. She awoke with a groan, fell off her bed, and brought her hand up to rub the aching spot where her head ad hit the hard floor below. Yawning, she stumbled over to the phone, wondering who would be calling at this hour. Lifting up the headpiece with a weary arm, she situated it over her messy hair. "Inoue residence, Ren speaking." She said, ending the sentence in an unsuccessfully stifled yawn. "Hello Ren. This is Seto Kaiba speaking. I have called to inform you that you got the job. I'm going on an extended business trip tomorrow. I hope you can make it to my house by then. Pack your things, and I have an extra room for you. I have given all the necessary money to Mokuba, and you will stay in the mansion for a month, and you will be paid plenty for your efforts. Mokuba has told me he has already met you, and would be content to have you around. I assume you agree with all of this" With another stifled yawn she replied, "Thank you much, Kaiba-sama. I will do my best for Mokuba-kun. You have aided me greatly, I really needed this job" "Believe me, there was no one else as qualified as you, Miss. Inoue- san. The house would have been a mess if any of the blondes I had interviewed earlier had been hired. I put my trust in your hands. Be here this afternoon." Then the buzzing sound of the dial tone filled her ears.
Picking up her suitcase, she arrived at the Kaiba mansion. Her tennis shoes squeaked on the marble floor as she made her way inside. It was grand, but it didn't feel like a home. It was empty, emotionless, and you couldn't feel any love echoing through the rooms that you would normally feel in a house. She was awed by the splendor of the crystal chandelier that tinkled in the breeze flowing through the door. Out of a door, a figure stepped to face her. It was Kaiba. In his normal blue business suit that matched his eyes, he was wearing a smirk plastered in his face. A blue suitcase stood at his side, the kind that you pull along behind you. His brown hair that parted the same as her on his head lay in the usual way, over his eyes and ears, smooth and professional looking, gleamed from the light on the chandelier. In his usually calm, cold voice he spoke. "Welcome Miss. Inoue- san. I do hope you enjoy your stay. Mokuba is usually quite well behaved, but he gets easy sugar highs, so watch out. Apart from that, you shouldn't have much trouble. Goodbye." And with that he stepped out the front door.
Ren shivered as the cold from an air conditioner whipped past her. The large house was empty, and there were no signs of human life. She sighed, and mounted the marble steps, preparing to go search for Mokuba. Mokuba sat in an upstairs room, staring at some computer game. His eyes were almost glazed over. She could tell he needed to get out more. The flashing lights and banging sounds vibrated through the room, making Ren cringe. She cleared her throat to try to announce her presence, but to no avail. The lights were too loud and Mokuba was too focused. She attempted to say, "Excuse me?" But he was still unaware of her presence. Finally, she walked across the room and tapped him on the back. He let out a slight yelp, and jumped, accidentally exiting his game in the process. "Shoot" he muttered under his breath. He then turned around to face her. "Hello, Ren-san! You're here! Were gonna have so much fun!" he said excitedly before jumping out of his chair, grabbing her wrist, and dragging her out of the room, his overgrown black hair shaking as he jumped around in excitement. He then proceeded in dragging her to her room.
Brother, don't you recognize me? You don't remember. We were both too young. You don't remember our name, the name given to us with so much honor. The name taken from you by your stepfather. You remember me not. We were too young when you were taken from me. At least Mokuba-Chan was raised in good hands. May you soon see the resemblance between us.
"Hmmm" Seto thought to himself. That girl seemed strange. Certainly qualified, would most likely get the job, but something about her. Her scarlet, strait, ear length bobbed hair parted the same as his, and her hard set blue eyes modeled his. She had the same sharp nose, and he could never tell what she was thinking. I was almost as if they were related. "Nah" he brushed off the ludicrous thought and sighed, leaning back in his chair now that the interviews were finally over.
Meanwhile, Mokuba played some video game, entranced by the TV's lights, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around. "Huh?" A sound emerged from his throat. Behind him walked a girl. She looked about his big brothers age. What if? Ha. He giggled at the thought. Seto would rather die than take his eyes away from his work for three seconds. Soon he was rolling around laughing. Seto and what's her name sittin in a tree. Ha ha ha! Suddenly the girl turned around. "Are you all right?" He must look insane like that. "Yes I'm fine ma'am." Said Mokuba, still trying to hold back chuckles." Who are you?" Surprised by this out of the blue question, she still managed to compose an answer. "I'm Ren Mokuba-kun. I have applied to watch you while your brother is out of town." Oh, so she was only an interviewer. Despite the stupidity of it, he had somehow got his hopes up. He longed for his brother to unglue his hands from his laptop, to peel his eyes from the countless papers around him and see the sky. "Whatever, hope you get the job" replied Mokuba. He obviously didn't care. "Thank you" she said, and then left. What was it about her? She was somehow familiar, like a friend he had known in infancy. But that was impossible.
Dear Mokuba, how I wish you remembered me. But no, you even less that your brother. How I long to be home, with my family, instead of far away. But Isis gave me this power to watch over you and your brother and I will use it. You are too tied in with the millennium items for you own good. I cannot untangle the knots, but I can protect you, for all involved will be hurt.
The next morning, Ren woke up to a phone call. It's blaring ring echoed like a siren through her house. She awoke with a groan, fell off her bed, and brought her hand up to rub the aching spot where her head ad hit the hard floor below. Yawning, she stumbled over to the phone, wondering who would be calling at this hour. Lifting up the headpiece with a weary arm, she situated it over her messy hair. "Inoue residence, Ren speaking." She said, ending the sentence in an unsuccessfully stifled yawn. "Hello Ren. This is Seto Kaiba speaking. I have called to inform you that you got the job. I'm going on an extended business trip tomorrow. I hope you can make it to my house by then. Pack your things, and I have an extra room for you. I have given all the necessary money to Mokuba, and you will stay in the mansion for a month, and you will be paid plenty for your efforts. Mokuba has told me he has already met you, and would be content to have you around. I assume you agree with all of this" With another stifled yawn she replied, "Thank you much, Kaiba-sama. I will do my best for Mokuba-kun. You have aided me greatly, I really needed this job" "Believe me, there was no one else as qualified as you, Miss. Inoue- san. The house would have been a mess if any of the blondes I had interviewed earlier had been hired. I put my trust in your hands. Be here this afternoon." Then the buzzing sound of the dial tone filled her ears.
Picking up her suitcase, she arrived at the Kaiba mansion. Her tennis shoes squeaked on the marble floor as she made her way inside. It was grand, but it didn't feel like a home. It was empty, emotionless, and you couldn't feel any love echoing through the rooms that you would normally feel in a house. She was awed by the splendor of the crystal chandelier that tinkled in the breeze flowing through the door. Out of a door, a figure stepped to face her. It was Kaiba. In his normal blue business suit that matched his eyes, he was wearing a smirk plastered in his face. A blue suitcase stood at his side, the kind that you pull along behind you. His brown hair that parted the same as her on his head lay in the usual way, over his eyes and ears, smooth and professional looking, gleamed from the light on the chandelier. In his usually calm, cold voice he spoke. "Welcome Miss. Inoue- san. I do hope you enjoy your stay. Mokuba is usually quite well behaved, but he gets easy sugar highs, so watch out. Apart from that, you shouldn't have much trouble. Goodbye." And with that he stepped out the front door.
Ren shivered as the cold from an air conditioner whipped past her. The large house was empty, and there were no signs of human life. She sighed, and mounted the marble steps, preparing to go search for Mokuba. Mokuba sat in an upstairs room, staring at some computer game. His eyes were almost glazed over. She could tell he needed to get out more. The flashing lights and banging sounds vibrated through the room, making Ren cringe. She cleared her throat to try to announce her presence, but to no avail. The lights were too loud and Mokuba was too focused. She attempted to say, "Excuse me?" But he was still unaware of her presence. Finally, she walked across the room and tapped him on the back. He let out a slight yelp, and jumped, accidentally exiting his game in the process. "Shoot" he muttered under his breath. He then turned around to face her. "Hello, Ren-san! You're here! Were gonna have so much fun!" he said excitedly before jumping out of his chair, grabbing her wrist, and dragging her out of the room, his overgrown black hair shaking as he jumped around in excitement. He then proceeded in dragging her to her room.