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Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitude

Chapter Three: Welcome to the Kaiba Family

By WookieeBeta


Icy blue eyes peered out from behind a heavy steel door and glared through the thickly falling snow. A strong fist slammed against the wall.

"Where in the seven hells are they!" Kaiba raged. "Even if the chihuahua was carrying Mouto, they should be here by now..."

Huddled against the far wall, Mokuba heard his older brother's outburst and stood. "Seto? What's the matter?"

Kaiba frowned. He didn't want to worry his brother, but then again he was a smart kid. He'd just figure it out on his own anyway. "It's the mutt," he finally said. "We weren't that far ahead of him and Mouto when we left. They should have caught up to us long ago."

"Yeah..." It was the black-haired boy's turn to frown. "I hope they're okay."

Kaiba ruffled his brother's hair. "They'll turn up. They always do." Mokuba grinned, and the two walked back over to where the rest of the group was huddled.

Otogi lounged against the side of the hangar, eyeing something in the middle of the large room. "Hey, Kaiba," he said as the young CEO drew closer.

Kaiba raised an eyebrow at him.

"You think you can drive that thing?"

"What thing?"

Otogi pointed at the helicopter. Kaiba ran an appraising eye over the frame before hopping into the pilot's seat and resting his hands on the controls. He gave a small smirk.

"Of course I can. It's the same model as mine."

"Well, that's good."

"Any particular reason you wanted to know?"

"Because," Otogi said, suddenly grabbing Anzu and Shizuka's arms and propelling them toward the chopper, "we need to get out of here!" Kaiba's eyes snapped upwards to the window; in the uncomfortably near distance loomed the Big Five's deck masters. He cursed.

"Mokuba, get up here!" he snapped. The younger Kaiba vaulted up next to his brother, already reaching for the copilot's headset.

Honda blanched. "Mokuba's helping drive?"

"He's licensed. You're not. End of story," Kaiba snapped. "We're skimping on the pre-flight, Mokuba; just get her started."

"Right." Their hands flew back and forth over the console, Kaiba occasionally stretching over to move a lever Mokuba couldn't quite reach. As strange as it looked, it was obvious they both knew exactly what they were doing. A moment later, the motor roared to life, and the chopper ripped through the roof of the hangar.

"Er, Kaiba?" Anzu asked hesitantly. "Any particular reason we're heading straight for the Big Five?"

"Never played chicken, Anzu?" Mokuba retorted.

Kaiba snarled. "Left on eight. Two. Three. Four..."

Shizuka and Anzu clung to each other for dear life as the big-bellied helicopter bucked wildly. Honda's metal head met the ceiling with a nasty crack, and Otogi was thrown against the wall; then the flight path steadied again, and in the front both Kaibas were laughing.

"I told you watching Pearl Harbor was a good idea!" Mokuba sniggered.

Kaiba grinned. "But that was in planes. This is completely different."

The four passengers sweatdropped. Kaiba...was laughing? Smiling? Joking, even?

"This is so seriously screwed up," Anzu muttered. Behind them, the virtual businessmen-slash-deck masters regrouped, but the chopper was already pulling away.


A/N 1: Eh heh heh…definitely taking chapter title suggestions for this one. Thanks in advance!

A/N 2: Minor typos fixed, a few verbs replaced, title changed. – WB 08Nórui2006