Corporate Troubles

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter 10: Blue Babies, Little Brothers, and Little Miss Conspiracy

Murder, murder, murder. The words currently being chanted in the lovely brunette head of miss Seto Kaiba, who's bright, sapphire blue panties were currently being hung from a dozen pairs of hands inches in front of her nose. Seto was on the verge of homicide.

"Jounouchi Katsuya..." She growled, rising fro her desk like with the infamous, recently forgotten expression of 'Death to You All, and Have A Nice Day' that was the Seto Kaiba trademark. It was time for the main populace to be re-educated. Starting with a blonde-haired makeinu who's death was imminent. "Explain."

Jounouchi swallowed, edging backwards against the seething, now-silent masses. 'Well, at least my tombstone can say 'I beat you in the human race- with a little help from Seto Kaiba.' Who am I kidding? I'm going to die!' He began to stammer wildly. "M-me! I did n-nothing!"

"Smooth, Jounouchi," Honda said cynically from behind him. "You want me to engrave 'I beat you in the human race- with a little help from Seto Kaiba' on your tombstone?"

Jounouchi glared at him as best he could without turning his back on his death-bringer 'lover'. "Look, K-Kaiba-san," He stuttered, thinking it best not to irk her further- contrary to popular belief, Jounouchi did think. Just not very often. "All I did was open my book- and then- then there was- those- I mean, I didn't take them, but-"

Seto paused in her murderous advance around her desk, and stared at him for a heartbeat, then crunched her eyes closed with a growl.

"I'll kill the Gaki, little brother or no," she hissed, and stalked past Jounouchi with her head slung forward like a snake's.

Jounouchi, still sensing danger, but now to the 'Gaki', groaned and bolted out after her, ignoring the excited murmurs of classmates.

He forgot the panties on Seto's desk. Otogi quietly pocketed them.

Ryou boxed Bakura peevedly, smashing him in the side of the head. Bakura grinned wickedly, and pulled her onto his lap. Ryou was, most definitely, not pleased.

"Bakura, bakayarou, makeinu, IDIOT! Why, why, fucking, me?" She yowled, and squirmed, and slumped back against him at long last, delicate nostrils flaring in annoyance. She squeaked as a tiny smirk crept onto Bakura's face.

"No. No smiling! No, no, no, no- What are you up to!" She squawked, and squirmed again. Bakura's smile grew even wider, and she glared at him viciously. "Nuh-uh."

Bakura kissed her lightly in the crook of her neck. "Oh, come on... she won't kill him. And don't be too concerned by those two bakas- prancing around each other."

"Prancing around each other," Ryou grumbled. "Going, 'Lalalalala! Not listening!' and then practically molesting each other. Kind of like we used to." She smirked slightly at the thought. Her white-haired Yami laughed breathily onto her neck, and she writhed, going pink.

"Nuh-uh! Uh... Nyerp?"

Just as this small interjection was about to draw to a close, an eclecticly dressed, wildly grinning... purple-haired... girl slammed into the Bakura household.

Ryou and Bakura stared.

Mokuba, for lack of a better word, hid. He buried himself as deep as he possibly could in the heap of junk in his room- which was significantly large- when he heard the angry yowl of his rapidly approaching older sister. 'Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapitycrap! I told them nto to act without warning me!' He thought hurriedly, and held perfectly still, blind of half-deaf in the pile, barely breathing. His door slammed open.

"MOKUBA!" He winced.

"Hey... hey..." A softer, almost pleading voice said, and he peeked out from the pile. He saw Seto groan, and sit down hastily on his bed as though exhausted. Quietly, warily, Jounouchi came up behind her and began to knead and massage her tense shoulders- inexpertly, but well-enough. "Leave the kid be... I mean, he's just looking for your attention, Kaiba-san."

Seto grunted. "Don't call me that."

"What?" The blonde was quite obviously startled, and he ceased kneading for a moment in surprise.

"Don't call me Kaiba-san. I'm not an old woman." She said crossly. "Just Seto."

Jounouchi made a soft, soothingly affirmative sound, and, very carehully, as if he were handling live wires, slid his arms around her waist and curled her back against him. To his surprise- Mokuba could tell quite clearly that he was surprised by the slightly stupid expression on his face- she leaned back against him languorously. Gently, he began to trace small patterns on his expose stomach, and he lips quirked upwards softly.

"Don't fall asleep on me," He murmured to her in a cross-sounding voice, but his mouth was curled up playfully.

Mokuba smiled mischievously and looked down at bent knees, shifting, only to snap his head back up again at a small squawk.

What happened was this- Seto had taken hold of one of Jounouchi's hands, and gently bitten into the side of it, causing great alarm. Then, alarming him further- though now as to her health- began to silently kiss the underside of his wrist along his arm. Jounouchi's face was scarlet.

Mokuba grinned.

"Who, THE FUCK, are you!" Ryou yowled, staring wildly at the intruder.

"L. M. Conspiracy, at your service, ma'am!" She chirped, and then, quite cheerfully, kissed Ryou soundly, leaving her gape-mouthed, wide-eyed, and speechless.

L. M. Conspiracy- Little Miss Conspiracy- was tall, slender, had a lovely, engaging face, long purple-red hair, and the most psychotically frightening grin Ryou had seen- more so than Bakura's, which was quite an achievement. "I'm here to help you with Jono-Jono-kun!"

Bakura turned to Ryou slowly. "Jono-Jono-kun...?"

Ryou shrugged helplessly and silently.