Fwee! I think you all might make my head swell! XD I'm glad you like it! I even got an... email! -super gasp-
I was expecting more flames than anything, but I guess there is something alluring about original pairings. Hehe ... ;D
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Nothing could prepare Honda for the excitement of his arrival at the Kaiba mansion. At first, he thought he would just be thrown in some type of basement and forced to do some paperwork. But when the younger Kaiba nearly ran him over just as the new chauffeur, Smithson, opened the door, Honda was wiped of all thought of paperwork. He had reason too.
For most of the day, he was keeping Mokuba busy. This wasn't so hard. Honda almost seemed to enjoy himself. They played Hide and Seek, a game Honda hadn't played since forever, in the garden. They played board games, video games, and even dueled a few times. But soon, the fun and games ended when Seto reminded Mokuba of his bedtime. It was now orders and deadlines.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to bed." Honda replied, pointing out the door and across the hall.
Seto had found some security with Honda being right across the hall. This way he could 'keep an eye' on him if he tried anything 'suspicious.' Or, like dearest uncle Minoru had said, Seto just wanted to be near him. Seriously now...
"No. You're not. You're going to help me."
"What? You can't be serious! Running around behind your brother is no walk in the park! And then you want me help you- with paperwork? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Honda had never really snapped at anyone like this. Just proved Seto could get the worst out of anyone if he tried.
Seto suddenly jumped up from his seat and limped towards Honda. For a moment, Honda wanted to laugh. The sight of the brunette limping towards him, so very slowly like a turtle, just set something off in him. But just as soon as it came, it went away as Seto took hold of his collar.
"The person above you."
Though it sounded more like a threat than anything, Honda removed his shirt of Seto's grip and stepped back, now in the doorway.
"I don't think so."
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The next day, Honda began feeling the bite behind Seto's bark. He was actually put into a lot more than running after Mokuba and paperwork. He had to clean. This was something Honda hadn't done in forever.
"You, where's my medicine?"
Honda looked up from the piles of books in front of him, "I don't know."
"Yes, you do. They should still be in your pocket."
"No, I don't have them, Kaiba."
Honda rolled his eyes at the brunette's frustration. He did have the medicine actually. And it was in his pocket. Though, like Honda had realized a while ago, Seto Kaiba could bring out the worst of anyone.
"Of course you don't." Seto turned back to his work.
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Late that afternoon, Honda was introduced to Mokuba's room. At first, Honda had registered something along the lines of 'Oh, this'll be easy!' much rather than 'OHSH-!' Of course, you'd think the same thing. After all, he was Seto Kaiba's little brother. How unclean could his room be with a finicky brother like that?
Why, very.
So unclean that Honda nearly pulled his hair out. Clothes were everywhere, video games scattered, the snake cage was open and empty...
"Can't I just clean the bathroom instead?" He asked, glancing hopefully over his shoulder.
But Seto wasn't there. He was smart. To get to his study, conventionally placed on the other side of the house, would take Honda a lot longer than he wanted. So, he began to clean.
"My god, Mokuba! What is this!" Honda shouted, holding something at arm length with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, those are my gym shorts."
"Gym... shorts... ? Honestly, with a brother like Kaiba, don't you have some responsibility?"
"Actually," Mokuba started, turning from his video game, "with a brother like that, I have no responsibility except for some KaibaCorp security and stuff like that. Why else do you think we have an army of maids? Just for the fun of it?"
Now that Honda thought about it, if he could have an army of maids... Honda squinted, struggling to change the subject.
"Anyway, don't you want to help me clean? I mean, geez, you're only 12- what's going to happen when you get married?"
Mokuba smirked, "That doesn't matter. When my brother can't handle the company anymore, I take over. So even if I didn't get married, I'd still have an army of maids."
"... This is torture."
"Just wait till you clean out from under my bed."
"You sadistic child."
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Honda groaned as he flopped down on the king sized bed, sending Seto flying off to the other side. Looking out from behind now ruffled chocolate locks, Seto glared at Honda.
"What?" He hissed, dusting himself off as he regained his previous position on the bed.
"I'm done."
"And this gives you reason to flop all over my bed? I have to sleep in this thing and I don't want you jumping on it like an immature child."
"Like your brother? That child is sadistic! Did you know that?"
Seto smirked at Honda's frantic cries of anguish targeting his little brother, "Yes, I know that very well. Now, get off my bed."
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Yeah, this is pretty short. But you all were demanding it so much! How could I not give you something? XD Well, the next 2 or 3 chapters will get very interesting. But I can't tell you anymore cause then it won't be a secret. Shhh!