Okay, well I got a fairly surprising, but nice response to the first
chapter of this fic, so I have decided to continue! (Well yeah, I would
have continued anyway, but . . . ) Thank you to all of you who reviewed
chapter 1 and thank you in advance to all of you who will review in the
future, and without much further ado, here's chapter 2 of "Babysitter
Kaiba". (Which by the way I will be changing the title of soon, just
warning you, because I think it sounds really stupid. If you have any
suggestions for a better title, please let me know.) (Also, I know I said
Kaiba would enroll Mokuba into preschool in this chapter, but actually I've
decided to change the story a bit so Mokuba will be getting enrolled into a
preschool later.)^_^
I don't own Yu-gi-oh! or any of the characters. (This is the last disclaimer for Yu-gi-oh! I put on this story, since there already is one in the first chapter.)
*I don't own America's Funniest Home Videos (The show), or Disneyland and other Disney-related things.
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Kaiba and Mokuba were on Kaiba's bed. (The bed was very dusty but already made and very neat since Kaiba hadn't actually used it in like ages.) Mokuba's head was buried in Kaiba's pillow, which was so large and fluffy, it looked like it was just recently bought, although it was actually quite old. Kaiba was sitting next to Mokuba with one hand awkwardly patting his younger brother on the back, as he tried to think of something reassuring to say. But of course consoling little kids, even if they were his younger brother, was a task Seto Kaiba had never had to do in his life, nor had the training to do.
"So...um....Moky. What happened?"
Mokuba didn't reply. After about five long minutes of sitting next to Mokuba wondering what to do, Kaiba made an attempt at humor, to try and make Mokuba laugh away his sadness. ""Did you...ahem...did someone like...uh...PUT YOU IN THE WASH?" Kaiba chuckled forcedly and looked anxiously at Mokuba to see the result of his joke.
To his dismay, Mokuba dug his face even deeper into the pillow.
"What's the matter, Mokuba? I mean didn't you get it? Clothes shrink in the wash, and you just like kind of shrank overnight, and—"
Kaiba stared, horrified at his brother, as Mokuba's whole body started shaking. It appeared as though Mokuba was having a seizure, the way he was convulsing and various parts of his body were having spasms. Mokuba's face was still stuffed in the pillow, but his sobs got louder and more incessant.
Now very thoroughly worried, Kaiba shouted, "MOKUBA! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? SHOULD I CALL 007?"
Mokuba's body was seized with even more spasms and the sobbing kept getting louder and louder. Finally unable to bear it anymore, a very red- faced Mokuba sat up.
Kaiba stared at him with shock and surprise. Mokuba wasn't crying, he was....laughing?! No way, thought Kaiba, I guess I do totally rock at humor. Hey, I may even try to be a comedian on television someday. Just another way to make more money...but nah! I've always thought of humor as a lame pastime for fools with nothing better to do than sit in front of the television all day reading comics and joke books. Of course right now is an exception as the futility of humor may come in handy.
Now without the pillow getting in the way, Mokuba laughed to his heart's content. In the end, he fell off the bed and was clutching his stomach as at the same time he beat the ground with his fist. Real tears started streaming down his face.
"Mokuba, are you choking?" Kaiba asked urgently, the concern now back in his eyes.
"What would I be choking on, Seto? The pillow?" Mokuba asked in an innocent, yet sarcastic sounding voice.
"Maybe..."
Mokuba tried to stop laughing. In the end he managed just long enough to say, "Well if I did, just for your information you know, I think you should call 911. It'll do me a lot more good than calling 007, okay?"
"Okay," said Kaiba doubtfully. "Now back to business—"
Mokuba was still laughing hysterically. After ten more minutes, he finally was able to reduce his laughter to a minimum. He had laughed so hard he had the hiccups. "Well, -hic-, Seto, I'm very -hic- sorry for –hic- hic- that –hic- unexpected –hic- outburst, but I haven't –hic- heard you say –hic- a joke in like –hic-, ages! And –hic- it was so –hic- stupid –hic- it was funny! And 007! If someone had videotaped the whole thing, we could send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos* and win a ton of money!"
Kaiba had a glass of water brought for Mokuba, from which he gratefully drank from, then set down on Kaiba's nightstand.
"Well Mokuba, you're getting late for school. Let's go." Kaiba totally chose to ignore Mokuba's comment about his joke being so stupid it was funny, and didn't admit, even to himself, that he was embarrassed. I mean it's not like I've ever had to dial 9...9...9...oh whatever the useless thing is, Kaiba told himself.
"Um Seto, slight problem. I'm a little too small for sixth grade, aren't I? I probably won't be able to reach my locker, even if it's a bottom one!"
"Well," said Kaiba, "Do you know why you're small like this? I mean did you do something to yourself?"
"No and no," said Mokuba, "but it doesn't matter, right? You're still going to take care of me, aren't you? No matter how small or how big I am?"
"Well," began Kaiba, when all of a sudden the phone downstairs started to ring. He raced down the stairs, skipping like the whole last staircase, and grabbed the phone. "Kaiba residence," he said in a gruff voice.
"Hello," said a high falsetto voice from the other end, "May I please speak with Mokuba Kaiba's guardian?"
"This is him," said Kaiba in a rough voice, "Now what do you want, fool? Hurry up, I don't have time for sloths. In case you're asking, no, I don't want to buy anything. Is that all? Okay, thank you, bye, have a nice day!" Kaiba was about to hang up the phone, when he heard the reply from the other end. He hurriedly out the phone back up to his ears. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S IN DANGER?"
"In danger of a detention, of course," the voice replied in a cool voice.
"WHAT? ARE YOU TELLING ME I DON'T GIVE HIM ENOUGH ATTENTION OR SOMETHING? OR THAT HE'S IN DANGER OF ATTRACTING ATTENTION? OR THAT HE'S HAVING A LOT OF TENSION LATELY?"
If Kaiba had been able to see the speaker at the other end, he would have seen her roll her eyes and suppress a giggle, but of course, fortunately for the caller, he couldn't. "No, Mr. Kaiba. I said 'detention'. How long has it been since you've gone to school anyway? Well, never mind. As I was saying, your brother is in trouble with the school because he is tardy, maybe even truant, and we have not received any notice of his being sick or on vacation. Do you have any idea where he is?"
"Upstairs," said Kaiba in an annoyed tone.
"Excuse me?" said the voice.
"I SAID UPSTAIRS YOU STUPID FOOL!"
"Oh, well is he sick?"
"No."
"Diseased?"
"No."
"Ill?"
"No."
"Ailing?"
"NO, Mokuba is perfectly fine! And don't those all mean the same thing?"
"If there's nothing wrong with him, he needs to be in school. It's actually the law that all children under the age of sixteen have to be in school everyday unless there's something wrong with them. Should I send the police over to investigate the matter? If your brother doesn't appear in school within the next hour, I shall be forced to take this matter to court."
"You do that!" Kaiba shouted into the speaker. "See if I care! In fact, for your information, if you try to take me into court, I'll make sure that you're the one who'll end up in jail with no money, no home, and no job!"
But as Kaiba had been shouting, he'd failed to notice the line had already gone dead long ago. Angrily he slammed down the receiver and stomped back upstairs to his room. "Mokuba," he shouted, "get up!"
Mokuba had been trying to catch up on his sleep in Kaiba's bed, since he took it that Seto wouldn't be able to take him to school now that he was the size of a toddler. When all of a sudden, the covers were thrown off and he came face to face with his angry older brother's face, Mokuba immediately sat up. "What is it, Seto?"
"Mokuba, I am really sorry to have to do this to you, but you have to go to school."
"WHAT?! I mean like come on Seto, I am way too small."
"But your brain hasn't shrunk, has it? You're still at the same academic level as any sixth-grader, aren't you?"
"Well actually..." Mokuba began hesitantly, "I don't really get math anymore. I can count from one to five though, if that helps. Also, I've kind of forgotten how to spell 'cat' and 'dog' and like everything else. The only thing I can remember now is the alphabet song." Mokuba stopped for a moment as if he was thinking about something then suddenly, as an inspiration struck him, he asked, "Hey! Want me to sing it for you Seto?" Without waiting for an answer, Mokuba began howling in a babyish voice, "A- B-C-D-E-F-G---------H-I-J-K-LMNO-P---------Q-R-S! T-U-V----------W-X---Y- aaaand Z! Now I know my ABC's--"
"STOP!" Kaiba shouted, his hands clutching his ears. "What on earth is wrong with you, Mokuba?! You're acting like a baby!"
"I'm not a baby, I'm four years old," Mokuba said defiantly, holding up his fingers. "See," Mokuba began counting off his fingers, "One, two, three, four, and hey! Lookie Seto! I have an extra finger! Can you please chop it off for me?" Mokuba looked at Kaiba sweetly, "Aren't 'human beans' only supposed to have the same number of fingers as their age so that they can always hold up the right amount?
"NO!" Kaiba yelled, flustered. "MOKUBA! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS INSANITY NOW!!!"
Mokuba looked at his brother, truly confused. "What does in-in-in- salinity or whatever it was that you just said mean?"
"It means," said Kaiba in an low and serious voice, "That I am going to take you to see the psychiatrist right now."
"What? A cyclist? Oh goody! Then can we go to the circus? You would make a lovely clown, Seto. I know! Can we see a unicyclist? You know, the ones that ride bikes with only—"
"I KNOW what AN unicyclist is! But no, because we're going to see the PSYCHIATRIST!"
"Awww," groaned Mokuba. "Fine. After that, will you take me to Disneyland*?"
Kaiba said nothing although it was very clear that he was trying very hard to contain his anger, frustration, and annoyance. He just grabbed Mokuba's hand, dragged his brother down the stairs, didn't even bother putting on a coat, opened the door, and walked outside.
Mokuba started shrieking as he found himself being forcefully taken outside. "Let me go, Seto! Let me go!"
Kaiba just tightened his grip on Mokuba's wrist. "Stop fighting me, Mokuba. I'm doing this for your own good."
Mokuba looked around. Everyone on the street had stopped doing whatever it was that they were doing, cars and other automobiles had stopped. Everyone was staring at this spectacle of a young man dragging a toddler across the street. Mokuba seized this opportunity and shouted, "Help me! This evil person is kidnapping me!"
Kaiba turned to look at his brother in helpless shock, as at least a dozen people started dialing 911 on their cell phones. Almost instantaneously the blaring of sirens could be heard as at least a dozen police cars came around the corner. One cop got out of the car and walked over to Kaiba and Mokuba. She jerked Mokuba away from Kaiba and handed him over to another cop who helped Mokuba into the front seat of a police car.
"Wow, I can't believe it, I'm actually in a police car!" Mokuba exclaimed happily. "Am I getting 'rusted'?" he asked a nearby police officer.
"Of course not," said the cop who had originally took Mokuba away from Kaiba. She smiled down at Mokuba before turning to Kaiba and saying in a harsher voice, "But your brother is." She turned to Kaiba. "You're under arrest for child abuse, attempted kidnapping, and god knows what else we'll find once we search that house of yours. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say now can and will be used against you in court."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" shouted Kaiba.
"No," the officer smiled then said smugly, "I'm just doing my job." And with this she kicked Kaiba down, handcuffed him, and threw him into the back of the police car.
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Yay, chapter 2 is done! Find out what happens next in chapter 3. Will Kaiba be sent to prison? Will he be able to get Mokuba back? Will Kaiba find out what happened to Mokuba? Will he be able to restore his brother back to normal? Please R&R!
(Expect like all updates a few weeks after the last because it takes me a while to finish and post new chapters.)
I don't own Yu-gi-oh! or any of the characters. (This is the last disclaimer for Yu-gi-oh! I put on this story, since there already is one in the first chapter.)
*I don't own America's Funniest Home Videos (The show), or Disneyland and other Disney-related things.
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Kaiba and Mokuba were on Kaiba's bed. (The bed was very dusty but already made and very neat since Kaiba hadn't actually used it in like ages.) Mokuba's head was buried in Kaiba's pillow, which was so large and fluffy, it looked like it was just recently bought, although it was actually quite old. Kaiba was sitting next to Mokuba with one hand awkwardly patting his younger brother on the back, as he tried to think of something reassuring to say. But of course consoling little kids, even if they were his younger brother, was a task Seto Kaiba had never had to do in his life, nor had the training to do.
"So...um....Moky. What happened?"
Mokuba didn't reply. After about five long minutes of sitting next to Mokuba wondering what to do, Kaiba made an attempt at humor, to try and make Mokuba laugh away his sadness. ""Did you...ahem...did someone like...uh...PUT YOU IN THE WASH?" Kaiba chuckled forcedly and looked anxiously at Mokuba to see the result of his joke.
To his dismay, Mokuba dug his face even deeper into the pillow.
"What's the matter, Mokuba? I mean didn't you get it? Clothes shrink in the wash, and you just like kind of shrank overnight, and—"
Kaiba stared, horrified at his brother, as Mokuba's whole body started shaking. It appeared as though Mokuba was having a seizure, the way he was convulsing and various parts of his body were having spasms. Mokuba's face was still stuffed in the pillow, but his sobs got louder and more incessant.
Now very thoroughly worried, Kaiba shouted, "MOKUBA! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? SHOULD I CALL 007?"
Mokuba's body was seized with even more spasms and the sobbing kept getting louder and louder. Finally unable to bear it anymore, a very red- faced Mokuba sat up.
Kaiba stared at him with shock and surprise. Mokuba wasn't crying, he was....laughing?! No way, thought Kaiba, I guess I do totally rock at humor. Hey, I may even try to be a comedian on television someday. Just another way to make more money...but nah! I've always thought of humor as a lame pastime for fools with nothing better to do than sit in front of the television all day reading comics and joke books. Of course right now is an exception as the futility of humor may come in handy.
Now without the pillow getting in the way, Mokuba laughed to his heart's content. In the end, he fell off the bed and was clutching his stomach as at the same time he beat the ground with his fist. Real tears started streaming down his face.
"Mokuba, are you choking?" Kaiba asked urgently, the concern now back in his eyes.
"What would I be choking on, Seto? The pillow?" Mokuba asked in an innocent, yet sarcastic sounding voice.
"Maybe..."
Mokuba tried to stop laughing. In the end he managed just long enough to say, "Well if I did, just for your information you know, I think you should call 911. It'll do me a lot more good than calling 007, okay?"
"Okay," said Kaiba doubtfully. "Now back to business—"
Mokuba was still laughing hysterically. After ten more minutes, he finally was able to reduce his laughter to a minimum. He had laughed so hard he had the hiccups. "Well, -hic-, Seto, I'm very -hic- sorry for –hic- hic- that –hic- unexpected –hic- outburst, but I haven't –hic- heard you say –hic- a joke in like –hic-, ages! And –hic- it was so –hic- stupid –hic- it was funny! And 007! If someone had videotaped the whole thing, we could send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos* and win a ton of money!"
Kaiba had a glass of water brought for Mokuba, from which he gratefully drank from, then set down on Kaiba's nightstand.
"Well Mokuba, you're getting late for school. Let's go." Kaiba totally chose to ignore Mokuba's comment about his joke being so stupid it was funny, and didn't admit, even to himself, that he was embarrassed. I mean it's not like I've ever had to dial 9...9...9...oh whatever the useless thing is, Kaiba told himself.
"Um Seto, slight problem. I'm a little too small for sixth grade, aren't I? I probably won't be able to reach my locker, even if it's a bottom one!"
"Well," said Kaiba, "Do you know why you're small like this? I mean did you do something to yourself?"
"No and no," said Mokuba, "but it doesn't matter, right? You're still going to take care of me, aren't you? No matter how small or how big I am?"
"Well," began Kaiba, when all of a sudden the phone downstairs started to ring. He raced down the stairs, skipping like the whole last staircase, and grabbed the phone. "Kaiba residence," he said in a gruff voice.
"Hello," said a high falsetto voice from the other end, "May I please speak with Mokuba Kaiba's guardian?"
"This is him," said Kaiba in a rough voice, "Now what do you want, fool? Hurry up, I don't have time for sloths. In case you're asking, no, I don't want to buy anything. Is that all? Okay, thank you, bye, have a nice day!" Kaiba was about to hang up the phone, when he heard the reply from the other end. He hurriedly out the phone back up to his ears. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S IN DANGER?"
"In danger of a detention, of course," the voice replied in a cool voice.
"WHAT? ARE YOU TELLING ME I DON'T GIVE HIM ENOUGH ATTENTION OR SOMETHING? OR THAT HE'S IN DANGER OF ATTRACTING ATTENTION? OR THAT HE'S HAVING A LOT OF TENSION LATELY?"
If Kaiba had been able to see the speaker at the other end, he would have seen her roll her eyes and suppress a giggle, but of course, fortunately for the caller, he couldn't. "No, Mr. Kaiba. I said 'detention'. How long has it been since you've gone to school anyway? Well, never mind. As I was saying, your brother is in trouble with the school because he is tardy, maybe even truant, and we have not received any notice of his being sick or on vacation. Do you have any idea where he is?"
"Upstairs," said Kaiba in an annoyed tone.
"Excuse me?" said the voice.
"I SAID UPSTAIRS YOU STUPID FOOL!"
"Oh, well is he sick?"
"No."
"Diseased?"
"No."
"Ill?"
"No."
"Ailing?"
"NO, Mokuba is perfectly fine! And don't those all mean the same thing?"
"If there's nothing wrong with him, he needs to be in school. It's actually the law that all children under the age of sixteen have to be in school everyday unless there's something wrong with them. Should I send the police over to investigate the matter? If your brother doesn't appear in school within the next hour, I shall be forced to take this matter to court."
"You do that!" Kaiba shouted into the speaker. "See if I care! In fact, for your information, if you try to take me into court, I'll make sure that you're the one who'll end up in jail with no money, no home, and no job!"
But as Kaiba had been shouting, he'd failed to notice the line had already gone dead long ago. Angrily he slammed down the receiver and stomped back upstairs to his room. "Mokuba," he shouted, "get up!"
Mokuba had been trying to catch up on his sleep in Kaiba's bed, since he took it that Seto wouldn't be able to take him to school now that he was the size of a toddler. When all of a sudden, the covers were thrown off and he came face to face with his angry older brother's face, Mokuba immediately sat up. "What is it, Seto?"
"Mokuba, I am really sorry to have to do this to you, but you have to go to school."
"WHAT?! I mean like come on Seto, I am way too small."
"But your brain hasn't shrunk, has it? You're still at the same academic level as any sixth-grader, aren't you?"
"Well actually..." Mokuba began hesitantly, "I don't really get math anymore. I can count from one to five though, if that helps. Also, I've kind of forgotten how to spell 'cat' and 'dog' and like everything else. The only thing I can remember now is the alphabet song." Mokuba stopped for a moment as if he was thinking about something then suddenly, as an inspiration struck him, he asked, "Hey! Want me to sing it for you Seto?" Without waiting for an answer, Mokuba began howling in a babyish voice, "A- B-C-D-E-F-G---------H-I-J-K-LMNO-P---------Q-R-S! T-U-V----------W-X---Y- aaaand Z! Now I know my ABC's--"
"STOP!" Kaiba shouted, his hands clutching his ears. "What on earth is wrong with you, Mokuba?! You're acting like a baby!"
"I'm not a baby, I'm four years old," Mokuba said defiantly, holding up his fingers. "See," Mokuba began counting off his fingers, "One, two, three, four, and hey! Lookie Seto! I have an extra finger! Can you please chop it off for me?" Mokuba looked at Kaiba sweetly, "Aren't 'human beans' only supposed to have the same number of fingers as their age so that they can always hold up the right amount?
"NO!" Kaiba yelled, flustered. "MOKUBA! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS INSANITY NOW!!!"
Mokuba looked at his brother, truly confused. "What does in-in-in- salinity or whatever it was that you just said mean?"
"It means," said Kaiba in an low and serious voice, "That I am going to take you to see the psychiatrist right now."
"What? A cyclist? Oh goody! Then can we go to the circus? You would make a lovely clown, Seto. I know! Can we see a unicyclist? You know, the ones that ride bikes with only—"
"I KNOW what AN unicyclist is! But no, because we're going to see the PSYCHIATRIST!"
"Awww," groaned Mokuba. "Fine. After that, will you take me to Disneyland*?"
Kaiba said nothing although it was very clear that he was trying very hard to contain his anger, frustration, and annoyance. He just grabbed Mokuba's hand, dragged his brother down the stairs, didn't even bother putting on a coat, opened the door, and walked outside.
Mokuba started shrieking as he found himself being forcefully taken outside. "Let me go, Seto! Let me go!"
Kaiba just tightened his grip on Mokuba's wrist. "Stop fighting me, Mokuba. I'm doing this for your own good."
Mokuba looked around. Everyone on the street had stopped doing whatever it was that they were doing, cars and other automobiles had stopped. Everyone was staring at this spectacle of a young man dragging a toddler across the street. Mokuba seized this opportunity and shouted, "Help me! This evil person is kidnapping me!"
Kaiba turned to look at his brother in helpless shock, as at least a dozen people started dialing 911 on their cell phones. Almost instantaneously the blaring of sirens could be heard as at least a dozen police cars came around the corner. One cop got out of the car and walked over to Kaiba and Mokuba. She jerked Mokuba away from Kaiba and handed him over to another cop who helped Mokuba into the front seat of a police car.
"Wow, I can't believe it, I'm actually in a police car!" Mokuba exclaimed happily. "Am I getting 'rusted'?" he asked a nearby police officer.
"Of course not," said the cop who had originally took Mokuba away from Kaiba. She smiled down at Mokuba before turning to Kaiba and saying in a harsher voice, "But your brother is." She turned to Kaiba. "You're under arrest for child abuse, attempted kidnapping, and god knows what else we'll find once we search that house of yours. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say now can and will be used against you in court."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" shouted Kaiba.
"No," the officer smiled then said smugly, "I'm just doing my job." And with this she kicked Kaiba down, handcuffed him, and threw him into the back of the police car.
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Yay, chapter 2 is done! Find out what happens next in chapter 3. Will Kaiba be sent to prison? Will he be able to get Mokuba back? Will Kaiba find out what happened to Mokuba? Will he be able to restore his brother back to normal? Please R&R!
(Expect like all updates a few weeks after the last because it takes me a while to finish and post new chapters.)