Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any places, people and/or other things you are familiar with from the show or anything else.
To the Reviewers: Thank you to the anonymous reviewers who like this story much better than my fluff fic. And another cute reply from AnimeLuverGurlz, but poor Seto doesn't come back... yet...foreshadow foreshadow not really but it was fun to say. Now on with the much awaited Chapter TWO!!!!
Ch. 2
Mokuba looked up at the Kaiba Mansion. The large building looked eerie with the gathering clouds behind it. The perfect place for what had happened in it. A light breeze ruffled his silver trench coat as he walked up the long, pebbled driveway. As he stepped inside it began to drizzle lightly.
He looked around the ovular front room. White marble stretched the expanse or the room up to the grand staircase. The silver handrail glittered from the light reflected off the crystal chandelier overhead.
He briefly glanced toward the middle door on the right side of the hallway. The way was barred, a large silver lock hung on the double handles. That room had been Seto's study. The study where Seto had seen the last few moments of his life. Mokuba held the key. He had locked it after the police had left. He didn't exactly understand it himself, but the place was sacred. Untouched. It had been rearranged to resemble the office as Seto would have left it, and no one had been in it for almost five years.
Mokuba turned away and entered in to the doorway opposite it on the left side. The room on the other side showed evidence of a child's game room, with many game systems and other such things to entertain him, but now, (with the exception of several game prototypes he was designing) the room had been cleared of the childish devices. He added a desk, several bookshelves, and many electronic devices to handle his ever-advancing technology.
Mokuba slammed his case down on the table
Mokuba slammed his briefcase down on his desk and through himself into the high-backed, leather chair identical to the one at his office. His was still coursing with rage from his visit with Yugi.
He pulled out his computer and began to add more adjustments when his maid carefully opened the door. She held a stack of letters. "The mail is here Mr. Kaiba."
"Bring it here," Mokuba said coldly without looking up. She timidly stepped inside the room, her heels clicking uncomfortable loud in the silent room. She placed the letters in his extended hand. "And bring me some aspirin." The maid bowed and hurried to grab the medicine.
Mokuba began sorting through the mail. Five letters were unmarked with red hearts drawn on the edges. He threw them away. There were three thank you cards, six bills, and two Company Ball invitations. And another... Mokuba stared at it. It was from his law firm. He tore it open.
Dear Mr. Kaiba,
Greetings. It is my sad duty to inform you that Joey Wheeler has filed for an appeal through his lawyer Yugi Mouto, who contacted my office this afternoon. The date has been set for March 23rd. Please contact me before then.
Sincerely,
Jade Broucher
Mokuba reread the letter. Did Wheeler really think that five years would change what had happened? What he had done? And Yugi...'That's what he wanted earlier. He wanted me to drop the charges.' Mokuba slammed his fist on the desktop. 'But I'll be ready,' he thought. 'I'll rot in hell before I see Joey Wheeler free.'
His maid reentered and Mokuba quickly tossed the pills in his mouth and drank the water. He motioned her to take it away as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. She picked the tray up and took a tentative step toward the door. Then she turned around
"Um... Mr. Kaiba?" she said. He glanced at her, and she felt the small bit of courage she had worked up diminish. "I...I... well..."
"Spit it out and quit wasting my time," Mokuba said returning his gaze to his computer.
"Well... a-as you know, Mr. K-Kaiba, I come from a...a financially challenged family..."
'Oh,' thought Mokuba. 'It's about money.' He took his eyes from the screen and looked into hers, a vivid green. She took a shaky breath and continued.
"Well... m-my mother...s-she's been diagnosed...w-with cancer...a-and she n-needs an operation. B-but my little sister...s-she wanted to start school a-and we wouldn't be able to afford it a-and..."
"And you want an extension in pay?"
"N-no sir. I-I just wanted a...a l-loan."
Mokuba looked her over, considering. 'Little sister...' She waited in anticipation. He finally reached across the desk and pulled out a small stack of papers. "Fill these out and we'll see," He said, handing it to her.
She smiled very widely, nearly on the verge of skipping with joy. "Thank you Mr. Kaiba!" she said, and turned to leave the room.
"Julie," Mokuba said. She turned shocked that he knew her name. "You may want to consider asking for a raise." She nodded and continued to look at him strangely. He felt a nerve twitch and he raised a brow. "GET OUT." She fled.
(A/N) (After a long consideration, I decided not to cut it off at this spot and continue with the story. F.Y.I: I know very little about computers so my machines/everything else is all made up. I also know nothing about law so the above letter and any later court appearances are fictional)
Mokuba leaned back in his chair, shocked at his random moment of kindness. He looked at the clock on his desk, sighing heavily. It was around four o' clock. His computer graphics could wait awhile, he decided. He stood up and walked over to one of the game pods. There were a grand total of six, all-varying slightly, but they all were based on the game of virtual reality.
He walked past his earlier units. A replica of his brother's game system, another chaired system of his own design, a walkway system, a holographic simulator, an unfinished portable virtual reality chamber (his latest project), and his favorite: a stationary version of the virtual reality chamber.
It had a ten-foot long circular base and four silver poles eight feet high protruding from it. He stepped inside and stood on the footpads in the center. The system began to reve slightly as it started up.
A flat, holographic screen opened up in front of him. He placed his hand on it and grinned as it held fast. His experimental probes were working properly today.
A light scanned his and his name flashed across the screen. The same happened as it scanned his pupil.
"Provide voice confirmation." A mechanical voice echoed.
"Mokuba Kaiba," he said coldly.
"Confirmation. Welcome Mr. Kaiba." A shimmering holographic wall slowly built itself up around him. The light passed through the four silver polls and met in a point at the top.
"Activate Duel Monsters inventory." The screen flashed and a long list of options appeared. Mokuba scrolled down the list and selected the holographic dueling component he had been designing. The program was still full of bugs, and it had crashed the system several times. He was hoping it might work today since he had figured out many of the issues.
The biggest problem was that he was working with a type of hologram that could be felt, one that could maintain physical contact with minor or no fazing at all. The opening sequence was working fine so perhaps the other components would as well.
"Activate card selection menu," he said. A menu appeared, a collection of every duel monsters card know to man. He grinned as he saw the one he wanted: The Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
He reached for it tentatively, praying with all his being that the programming would hold. He pulled the card form the slide and smirked triumphantly as it sat in his left hand. The form and solidity of a Duel Monsters card without packing then around.
He suddenly gave a loud cry as a current shoe through his arm and the system began to faze in and out. The card in his hand had vanished; the system was crashing.
Mokuba knew he had to get out before the electric discharge the machine was producing killed him. He backed up slowly, his left arm hanging limply at his side, numb form the shock it received.
The wall behind him suddenly halted his retreat. 'Oh shit.' The holographic wall had not fazed out yet. He was trapped.
He dropped to the ground. Where the hell was that switch? He ran his unharmed hand over the floor of the machine. The discharge was increasing.
He figured on ten seconds...
9...where the hell was that switch?
8...'shit!'
7... why the hell couldn't he find it?
6...It shouldn't be this difficult!
5...He created the damn machine!
4... 'Song of a...'
3... 'There!'
2...He pulled it and threw himself backwards against the wall.
1... The wall fazed out and Mokuba felt the hard floor meet his back through tattered clothing. Then blackness took him...
Here Ends Chapter Two
Authoress note: I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think!!
Sorry to leave you with a cliffhanger. And this is for the peeps so against my fluffs: I did NOT revert back to a fluff section with Julie. I swear it won't happen.
I'll get the next chapter up ASAP. I promise. Please reply.