"Where are we going?" Piped a small voice, in the passanger side of a sleek black car.
"Patience is a virtue, Mokuba."
Smirking, the young boy's arms crossed as he leaned back in the leather seat, "You've never said that before.."
"I know." Hand clutched the steering wheel tightly, eyes narrowed a bit in the dense rain pouring down. Beautiful. Mumbling something unaudible to anyone but himself, Seto pressed the brakes down a bit, turning down a long red mud road. Curiously gazing out the window, the raven haired boy's eyes widened fairly in wonder, barely being able to see just where he was being taken.
It had been two months since the conversation of getting his own horse, but Mokuba had not given up. The continuous questions continued on, and, when Seto actually raised his voice at him, he was sure as ever it would never happen. Now, don't get the eldest Kaiba wrong, he detested of saying anything hurtful to his little brother, and legal child, but.. shall we just say his workload was above average that day.
Huffing slightly, Mokuba slid back into the seat, adjusting his seat belt as well. His big brother always said that safety came first and set an example by wearing one himself, even though it seemed to Mokuba he didn't actually enjoy it. With one arm resting among the armrest, fingers played with the buttons that were locked down.
O yes, Seto knew him all too well also. If he had not have done that, they would have been soaked by now.
Damn convertible top.
Squinting his eyes towards a large sign at the beginning of yet another twisting road, he watched it, slowing down to a complete stop. Hearing a bored sigh next to him, he spoke not a word, only pondering for a few extra moments. Turning the wheel gently, tires sunk into the muck, wheeling into the long drive.
With the side of his head against the cold window, Mokuba gazed out into the blurred world, a look of slight annoyance crossing his face that was hiding the excitment in his heart. It was only a show, even though four hours in a car couldn't possibly be that good.
Moving over small rolling hills, apple trees enlined the way to a large farm house, smoke piping up the chimmney, all lights on, obviously. Pulling up to the edge of yet another building, a barn possibly, it led out to corral gates, then, to feilds and pastures. Sitting up a bit farther in his seat, Mokuba squinted his own eyes, mouth slightly agape. Blinking rapidly after a full five seconds, splendor filled his tone, "A FARM!" He cried in joy, unhooking his seat belt.
"No.. no.. Mokuba!" Seto's eyes widened. Shit, he had unlocked it way too soon. As he tried to jerk out to grab his brother who was currently opening the door and swaying out into the rain and mud, the seatbelt pulled him back. Gasping, he cursed loudly, grabbing at it around his neck and when he sensed reality, unclicked the button, jumping out himself. Slamming the door shut, he watched, left eye twitching but having a type of look of a teacher giving up on his pupil.
Mokuba was currently bounding around in the red mud, laughing, spinning in the rain. The heads of horses peeked out through the windowed stables. A slight smile came to the lips of the feirce businessman, simply standing there, watching his little brother play, hearing the laughter he loved so dearly.
That boy could never understand what he meant to him. Just his very presence was enlightening, his soul was so wonderfully pure and he seemed like an angel bareing no wings or a halo. Just spirit. Just love. A gentle look overtook his eyes. The relationship took on different levels. Brothers, father and son, friends, companions and... guardian angel and mortal it would seem.
The laughter stopped, innocent eyes gazing upon the taller male. A look so blank before a bright grin overtook it. Just like Mokuba, he could never stay emotionless for long. The door to the farmhouse opened as an elderly man stepped out, bareing a shotgun and spitting some disgusting substance on his own porch.
"WHOS THERE!" He bellowed.
"Mokuba, get over here, now."
"Alright Seto.." Was the meek response, quickly running behind his protector.
"I said, whos there, ya varmits!"
"Seto Kaiba." Came a stiff reply, barely able to see through the thickness of the rain. With his hand pressed against the other's hair, he pulled him close, covering him with the tail of his signature white trench coat. Happily applying to the other, Mokuba clentched tightly onto his older brother's pant leg.
"Sally who?"
Rolling his blue eyes, Seto repeated himself, "Seto Kaiba, you fool." This time, his tone was more of a hiss.
"What crow!" Came the voice back.
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Then, a warm voice erupted from the darkness, "O Archie, why don't you just go see who it is, ya' ol' goat."
Turning took gaze over his shoulder, the ruffled elderly man snorted in distaste, turning back and walking down the porch to reveil himself. He seemed in his late sixties though with as munch spunk as a twenty year old. Clad in a pair of worn in overalls and checkered shirt, he bore a cap atop his head. Muddy boots, obviously seeing better days clinked along coming to a stop before the pair.
Scrunching his eyes up, he questioned, "You the feller come here to buy that Arabian Horse?"
Seto's face went ever paler than it already naturally was. Fricken' great. Though Mokuba seemed pleased enough, his hands forming into a death grip sure to leave a nice bruise for later. "B-buy.. a...a.. what!"
"Horse."
"HORSE!" He jumped with glee, arms wrapping around his elder's waist, laughing madly, "O thank you Seto! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Patting him atop his head, the CEO smiled fondly, giving a nod before gazing back up. "Where is it?"
"It?"
"The horse?"
"That 'it' would happen to be a mare, Mr. Kaiba."
"And that would be?"
"A girl horse."
"O." Seeming clearly uninteresting, it was only Mokuba's chimeing voice that broke the silence. "May I see her!" Gazing down, the old farmer's eyes glistened, "Of course, shes yer's, ain't she?" Nodding rapidly, he nearly made fire, following the man to the barn as Seto pulled himself along, avoiding all of the mud holes along the way towards the barn.