Chapter 5: Medicinal Mystery
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A/N: I'm sorry for the very long wait. I've had lots of things to do, my cousin came over here and started to hang out, plus I'm making my own web page and trying to learn how to do brushes in Adobe Photoshop. So bear with me.
Note to reader: I think you will get more out of this if you read each sentence carefully.
His eyes squinted towards the bright sunlight and he yawned, as if he was tired. The truth was, he was exhausted. But Kaiba Seto wasn't that kind of a person who'd admit it. The dark rings under his eyes revealed that he had spent the majority of all nights in the month to this project. Ten empty cups of brown substance had kept him up and given him a restless four-hour sleep.
This was it. This was the final stage of the production. Only a few more tweaks and the product would be done. Then he could move onto a new one, working as hard as he already had.
Kaiba's persona did not allow him to be lazy and do nothing all day. He had to do something worthwhile. That was one of the first lessons from his stepfather, who had forced him into the company and the name of Kaiba.
His thin, long fingers tapped the keyboard in a confident way that his whole intensive focus on the screen only added to it. It was a façade, of course. Behind this young, seemingly energetic teen, lurked a middle-aged man with a stern face and lost to the cause of work.
A note popped up on the computer screen. Kaiba read it without any interest, but froze when he saw the signature. It was a letter for the yearly examination of his family doctor. If all had gone Kaiba's way, then they wouldn't have needed any. But Mokuba had insisted, and Kaiba had given up that time.
Kaiba looked at his electronic agenda and reserved time for the inspection. It wasn't that he liked it or anything. To tell the truth, Kaiba utterly hated these annual check-ups. He had never gotten sick; the guy had an excellent immune system. So why bother with a doctor when illness never comes?
Contrary to Kaiba's belief, he was ill. And he had been ill for a long time.-The breakfast was served in the dining room. However, none of the Kaiba brothers arrived there at the designated time. The servants ate their food quietly as each of them prepared for the day.
The younger of the two, Kaiba Mokuba, was in the kitchen. He was busy trying to snatch some of the more expensive foods. Mokuba had just been up, and he needed to use his great metabolism for something. Sadly, the something had to be this.
He was quite satisfied with himself. He had tricked that maid so he could enter the kitchen. He even managed to grab her entrance card when she wasn't looking. Then he had gone into the kitchen and was now rummaging through a bunch of ready-to-eat frog legs. Mokuba mentally threw up at the thought of eating frog for breakfast, as he continued his little adventure in the cupboards.
A few steps on the marble floor made him stop. Another sound of crunching came from the door leading to the outside.
He was caught.
Kaiba entered the kitchen first, looking for more coffee. He was thoroughly disappointed at that personal maid's behavior for these few weeks. She had tried to get her little hands on him every time she had had the chance. It was utterly annoying, and Kaiba was ready to do what was necessary. His eyes searched for the coffee maker, but what he saw made him raise an eyebrow. His own brother was…
The door to the outside opened.
"Kaiba!" The maid ran towards him with her arms open. Kaiba managed to switch direction and avoid being hugged in the last second. She followed him with a fast pace that made his mind scream in annoyance.
He wanted coffee. Not her.
"Please, Kaiba?" The girl looked up at him with the blurry puppy-dog eyes. Kaiba made an indignant snort as he thought of another ten ways to make this girl suffer.
"Well, if you're anything, make some coffee," Kaiba muttered to get rid of her. The girl squealed and started to run towards the coffee maker. Where did she get such an energy, and especially in the morning?
She stopped as she realized the coffee maker was in the other direction. The girl ran again, this time towards Kaiba.
He sighed.
A pool of water was just in front of him.
She slipped. With a scream of terror, the girl accidentally landed on Kaiba. Kaiba stepped out of the way, not wanting to be seen with a girl in his arms, and she fell.
The floor was hit with a force that made the laid marble shake. The maid was still for a second, and went on sobbing furiously. Pools of tears ran on the floor as she waded in shame to make such a mistake in front of her great idol.
Kaiba was utterly annoyed. It was only morning, and already there had been an accident. He couldn't afford to have any of those more, so he decided to take the necessary course of action.
"You're fired."
The poor girl cried even harder as she barely made out of the door.
"That wasn't really nice," commented Mokuba.
"I'm not really nice," Kaiba replied.-He was just about to enter his limousine when the computer beeped. Drat. He had to pick up Mokuba for the appointment with the doctor. He yelled an order to his driver and sank into the leather seats. He was tired, and coffee wasn't allowed at school.
Two blocks from the mansion, another notice popped up. Great, just great. No need to bring Mokuba today. He yelled out another order to the driver.
What he didn't see in the rear-view mirror was a small vein was bulging in his forehead, almost invisibly bursting.-Dr. Takeshi was impatiently waiting for his next patient. After that, he'd have the dreaded annual meeting with Kaiba Seto. Kaiba was a riddle. He was a mystery that no doctor had ever figured out. How did the guy work 24/7 and still be able to function? He was determined figure out the mystery.
His pocket bell beeped. The nurse was asking if he would see the patient right now.
Suddenly the door shook. It was his patient, banging the door as hard as she could.
"Doctor, doctor! I'm dying in 59 seconds!" the crazy woman shrieked.
"Please wait a minute, the doctor will be helping you soon," the nurse's reply sounded strained because she had just run from the other end of the hallway to prevent the patient from hammering the door in.
Several other patients in the waiting room let out a cascade of nervous laughs. Takeshi himself did not understand what was so funny.
Suddenly he wondered what he had done to God to deserve these people. Apparently it was a lunatic. Those were always nutcases who screamed incoherently while being forced to sit on a chair and behave normally.
And then Kaiba would come. Dr. Takeshi considered retiring early. Why did he have to get stuck with the worst cases in the entire world?
The doctor opened the door and let the lunatic in.-The eye-catching limousine with its logo of KC entered the parking lot. The waiting room people went all crazy over the fact that someone as famous as Kaiba would be visiting that Dr. Takeshi.
Kaiba exited his limousine and moved towards the reception with great confidence and grace. He asked the secretary with a haughty voice where Dr. Takeshi was as she nearly fainted of awe then moved towards the room as all those people sitting there wished they could be like him. Just like him, being the most powerful man in the world.
The most powerful man in the world wasn't currently wishing to be himself. He entered the room with an air of annoyance and looked at the doctor.
The doctor performed all the necessary tests and such. As any human made mistakes, Takeshi didn't notice the high caffeine rate in Kaiba's blood. He went on testing.
"So," Kaiba uttered in a nasty voice, "What problems do we have this time?"
It was a challenge, of course. Any doctor but the great Takeshi would've backed off by now and admit that everything was all right. Takeshi didn't think so. He knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
"I'm waiting…" Kaiba snarled spitefully as he tapped his fingers out of habit on the table. He wished to have his computer under the roughened flesh, but examinations forbade that. The great CEO smirked as he saw his doctor pace in order to find a way to contradict the fact that he was perfectly healthy.
Dr. Takeshi pondered. There was an aura over Kaiba as there were over other men, but this was somehow different, more intimidating and haunting. He saw Kaiba's fingers tap and the gentle shiver that ran through them. Then Takeshi took notice of the man's forehead where a small vein was bulging.
It was so easy. The answer was so easy he found it ludicrous. All those years spent on the great medicinal mystery of Kaiba and the solution was right in there the whole time! It was one of those funny questions where you look too far just to realize the answer is in front of your nose.
The illness, of course, was overwork.
Takeshi marveled at his own cleverness as he declared, "Mr. Kaiba, you have some problems with overwork."
Kaiba wasn't expecting this. His glared at the man who dared to oppose him. He formed his reply.
"I will continue to work."
"You may work, but what you need right now is a rest," Dr. Takeshi lucidly said. The impudence!
"I cannot afford a rest or a vacation. My company needs me."
"Trust me Mr. Kaiba, the world can live without you for a few days. The world can live without me too," the experienced doctor said as he quickly scribbled on a piece of paper. He handed the paper to Kaiba and smiled slyly.
Kaiba read it.
"You have no right to command me to stay home!" He exploded.
In the end, Dr. Takeshi won by calling two colleagues and four nurses to help Kaiba home and make sure he wouldn't go to work again. They even confiscated his newly ordered laptop.
It was crude and heartless, Kaiba was that also.-Mokuba smirked to himself as he changed the game in his game console. Finally, his brother was going to stay home… for three weeks! This would be the best three weeks ever!
He walked over to Kaiba's room where the doctors had strapped him into a bed and did the trademarked puppy-dog eyes.
"Let's play, big brother!"
Kaiba grumbled. It would be a long three weeks. And they would slowly inch by without any computers.-A/N: Okay, so I've decided to stop wallowing in self-pity. But still the same deal. Three reviews for this chapter gets chapter six.
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