Author's Note : Due to personal reasons I had postponed posting/writing,
and for this I have to apologize. By the look of things, my updates might
take a while to complete. I'm sorry, but life seems to hate me right now.
Thank you to all of my (few) reviewers. You took the time to actually write
something back to me regarding the story, something that even I hardly ever
do. I should start though, reviews are nice. Anyway, on with chapter four!
~ Sharys ~
Disclaimer : Do NOT own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Yugi shifted on the bed, vaguely aware of the ringing in his ears. He burrowed further into the covers in a vain attempt to muffle the noise. For a brief moment the ringing stopped, making him smile sleepily. He groaned when it started back up a moment later.
// Answer the blasted thing already // Yami sent drowsily from his room. // Some of us are trying to sleep. //
/ You get it. /
// Its in your room. //
/ Damn. / Yugi poked an arm out of its shelter and groped around for the phone. "Hello?"
"I KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
Yugi winced, ears ringing once again. "Mokuba?" he croaked.
// Who is it? //
/ One guess /
"Of course! Who else would it be?" Mokuba chirped. How he was still able to chirp at his age was a mystery.
Yami's groan could be heard through the link. // Couldn't he wait until morning? //
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Yugi asked.
"Never mind that, I have a solution to our problem!"
/ Apparently not / He told Yami, then aloud, "And what would that be?"
"You can work for Seto!"
In a flurry of movement, Yugi was sitting ramrod straight, his warm blankets cast aside. "Mokuba," he said slowly, "this had better be a joke."
"Do you honestly think that I would call you at this hour if it was a joke?"
// What's wrong? Yugi? //
/ He's asking me to work for Kaiba /
// WHAT?! //
"Yugi?" Mokuba asked, worried. "Yugi, are you there?"
At a loss for words, Yugi said the first thing that came to mind. "Exactly what kind of job are we talking about here?"
// Please don't tell me your considering it. //
"It'll only be temporary," Mokuba assured Yugi. "One of his assistants is on leave. Family emergency. I want you to fill in for him."
Yugi rubbed his forehead. "And what makes you so sure that I don't already have a job?"
"I hacked into your file."
"You WHAT?"
"Oh come on, I have access to one of the most extensive databases in the world. It shouldn't shock you." Then, changing the subject. "Two weeks. That's all I'm asking."
Yugi mulled over it. "Two weeks . . ." he repeated softly, almost convinced.
"No more than that I swear."
He suddenly shook his head as if waking from a dream. "No. I can't do it. Your brother would get suspicious. Besides, he would never hire me." Yugi was remembering Kaiba's disturbing knack for sniffing out traps. What they were planning wasn't exactly a trap but still . . .
"Seto's not hiring you," Mokuba said patiently. "I am."
"I've been my brother's right hand for years," Mokuba explained. "I don't have the workload that he does, but its enough to ease the pressure from him a bit. He wouldn't know you were employed until you started."
"But he could-"
"Fire you? He could, but I highly doubt he would take the time, especially with the way he's been lately. So . . . what do you say?"
/ It would allow me to get close . . . / Yugi admitted. / And we could use the extra money . . . /
// Whatever you do, just be careful! You might end up with more trouble than you bargained for. You know how unpredictable Kaiba can be. //
"Well?"
"I'm in."
* * *
" . . . so you won't have to do too much, paperwork mostly. I really don't think you'll have any major problems. If you do have trouble don't hesitate to ask me because I'm in the office right next door. Did you get all that Mr. Mutou?"
Yugi nodded quickly, his head still spinning with the overload of information he had just received. "I think so," he said, "and call me Yugi, I'm not use to formalities."
The other man nodded, a grin plastered to his face. He had introduced himself as Tyler and the poor man acted like he had lived on nothing but coffee for a long, long time. "It's nice to see a new face around here for once. We rarely get new employees and when we do they have this bad habit of quitting within a week." Yugi gulped. "So how did you get the job anyway?"
"I really don't know, luck I guess." Or lack of it. "How long have you worked here?"
Tyler leaned back against the door, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Lets see . . . about five, no, wait, six years."
Yugi wondered how much of it he spent on coffee. "I just have one more question," he said.
A caffeine induced grin spread across Tyler's face. "I'll do my best to answer."
"How often do we actually see Se- ." He caught himself. "Mr. Kaiba?"
"The Boss? More often than I'd like, let me tell ya. That man scares the hell out of me." He gave yet another grin. "He's the main reason we don't get many newbies. He scares them away. One glance from him and they scatter like chickens from a fox. Or they have a nervous breakdown. Well, I had better get back to work. Remember, just call if you need me!"
With that Tyler left closing the office door behind him.
Yugi then noticed the messy tower of paperwork that was sitting haphazardly on the desk.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Author's Note : Seto will appear in the next chapter, I swear, so hold tight until then. Once again, I am VERY sorry for the lack of updates, however it is to be expected. Be patient, my fellow fanfic lovers, for good things really do come to those who wait. . . . . Has anyone read the manga Vampire Games? Or Demon Diary? Anyone? Both are very good and tend to be cute in unusual places. I COMMAND YOU TO READ THEM! Or at least glance at them . . . Please? ~ Sharys ~
Equestrian Update : I will have this section off and on when the mood strikes me or something eventful happens. I love horses. Really. Truly. However I had to remind myself of that fact just the other day. You know that saying, "If you fall off a horse the best thing to do is get right back on," right? Us horse lovers are not driven by passion or dreams. Nope. You want to know what REALLY drives us? Stupidity. Think about it people, who in their right mind would willingly ride a thousand pound animal that can come unhinged at any moment, and when said animal DOES came unhinged, willingly get back on that SAME ANIMAL and continue riding? I must confess I am such a person. Heh, I can see my obituary now: DEATH BY HORSE . . . . Shadow is laughing already . . . .
Disclaimer : Do NOT own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Yugi shifted on the bed, vaguely aware of the ringing in his ears. He burrowed further into the covers in a vain attempt to muffle the noise. For a brief moment the ringing stopped, making him smile sleepily. He groaned when it started back up a moment later.
// Answer the blasted thing already // Yami sent drowsily from his room. // Some of us are trying to sleep. //
/ You get it. /
// Its in your room. //
/ Damn. / Yugi poked an arm out of its shelter and groped around for the phone. "Hello?"
"I KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
Yugi winced, ears ringing once again. "Mokuba?" he croaked.
// Who is it? //
/ One guess /
"Of course! Who else would it be?" Mokuba chirped. How he was still able to chirp at his age was a mystery.
Yami's groan could be heard through the link. // Couldn't he wait until morning? //
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Yugi asked.
"Never mind that, I have a solution to our problem!"
/ Apparently not / He told Yami, then aloud, "And what would that be?"
"You can work for Seto!"
In a flurry of movement, Yugi was sitting ramrod straight, his warm blankets cast aside. "Mokuba," he said slowly, "this had better be a joke."
"Do you honestly think that I would call you at this hour if it was a joke?"
// What's wrong? Yugi? //
/ He's asking me to work for Kaiba /
// WHAT?! //
"Yugi?" Mokuba asked, worried. "Yugi, are you there?"
At a loss for words, Yugi said the first thing that came to mind. "Exactly what kind of job are we talking about here?"
// Please don't tell me your considering it. //
"It'll only be temporary," Mokuba assured Yugi. "One of his assistants is on leave. Family emergency. I want you to fill in for him."
Yugi rubbed his forehead. "And what makes you so sure that I don't already have a job?"
"I hacked into your file."
"You WHAT?"
"Oh come on, I have access to one of the most extensive databases in the world. It shouldn't shock you." Then, changing the subject. "Two weeks. That's all I'm asking."
Yugi mulled over it. "Two weeks . . ." he repeated softly, almost convinced.
"No more than that I swear."
He suddenly shook his head as if waking from a dream. "No. I can't do it. Your brother would get suspicious. Besides, he would never hire me." Yugi was remembering Kaiba's disturbing knack for sniffing out traps. What they were planning wasn't exactly a trap but still . . .
"Seto's not hiring you," Mokuba said patiently. "I am."
"I've been my brother's right hand for years," Mokuba explained. "I don't have the workload that he does, but its enough to ease the pressure from him a bit. He wouldn't know you were employed until you started."
"But he could-"
"Fire you? He could, but I highly doubt he would take the time, especially with the way he's been lately. So . . . what do you say?"
/ It would allow me to get close . . . / Yugi admitted. / And we could use the extra money . . . /
// Whatever you do, just be careful! You might end up with more trouble than you bargained for. You know how unpredictable Kaiba can be. //
"Well?"
"I'm in."
* * *
" . . . so you won't have to do too much, paperwork mostly. I really don't think you'll have any major problems. If you do have trouble don't hesitate to ask me because I'm in the office right next door. Did you get all that Mr. Mutou?"
Yugi nodded quickly, his head still spinning with the overload of information he had just received. "I think so," he said, "and call me Yugi, I'm not use to formalities."
The other man nodded, a grin plastered to his face. He had introduced himself as Tyler and the poor man acted like he had lived on nothing but coffee for a long, long time. "It's nice to see a new face around here for once. We rarely get new employees and when we do they have this bad habit of quitting within a week." Yugi gulped. "So how did you get the job anyway?"
"I really don't know, luck I guess." Or lack of it. "How long have you worked here?"
Tyler leaned back against the door, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Lets see . . . about five, no, wait, six years."
Yugi wondered how much of it he spent on coffee. "I just have one more question," he said.
A caffeine induced grin spread across Tyler's face. "I'll do my best to answer."
"How often do we actually see Se- ." He caught himself. "Mr. Kaiba?"
"The Boss? More often than I'd like, let me tell ya. That man scares the hell out of me." He gave yet another grin. "He's the main reason we don't get many newbies. He scares them away. One glance from him and they scatter like chickens from a fox. Or they have a nervous breakdown. Well, I had better get back to work. Remember, just call if you need me!"
With that Tyler left closing the office door behind him.
Yugi then noticed the messy tower of paperwork that was sitting haphazardly on the desk.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Author's Note : Seto will appear in the next chapter, I swear, so hold tight until then. Once again, I am VERY sorry for the lack of updates, however it is to be expected. Be patient, my fellow fanfic lovers, for good things really do come to those who wait. . . . . Has anyone read the manga Vampire Games? Or Demon Diary? Anyone? Both are very good and tend to be cute in unusual places. I COMMAND YOU TO READ THEM! Or at least glance at them . . . Please? ~ Sharys ~
Equestrian Update : I will have this section off and on when the mood strikes me or something eventful happens. I love horses. Really. Truly. However I had to remind myself of that fact just the other day. You know that saying, "If you fall off a horse the best thing to do is get right back on," right? Us horse lovers are not driven by passion or dreams. Nope. You want to know what REALLY drives us? Stupidity. Think about it people, who in their right mind would willingly ride a thousand pound animal that can come unhinged at any moment, and when said animal DOES came unhinged, willingly get back on that SAME ANIMAL and continue riding? I must confess I am such a person. Heh, I can see my obituary now: DEATH BY HORSE . . . . Shadow is laughing already . . . .