(Well here we go. Enough of you and others asked me continue this so how could I refuse? This chapter is fairly short, happening on Seto's side of the story in current moments. We'll collide our couple very soon. Please enjoy)
nii-san: brother, older brother
Chapter Two
Seto Kaiba was, indeed, at work. Unlike many others he did not like to slack off and wait until the last minute to get everything done. Neither did he start work on the easiest of things, but the hardest and worked his way down from there. He flipped through a file in his hands, letting out a soft sigh before raising his hand to stifle a yawn. Shocking, yes, but even he got tired. He hadn't left the office for two days. A new big project had just begun and as CEO of the company he felt he held the responsibility for making sure everything was being taken care of and running smoothly so far.
The United States had requested he build a Kaiba Land Amusement Park in Los Angeles. It had pleased him. After all, he had only started the chain out of his little brother's wishes. A lot of work and this was just the beginning.
Hearing a knock on his office door he turned around to see his secretary walk in. She wasn't holding anything, such as files, papers, or maybe even a lousy cup of coffee- that reminded him... He'd asked for one this morning. He never got it. Oh well, one less paycheck to worry about.
"What!" he snapped at her. The way she winced at his harsh tone mattered to him as much as boiled carrots mattered to Mokuba. None at all, for all he cared it could go down the garbage disposal and be shredded into a million tiny pieces.
"M-... Mr. Kaiba... your little brother called. He asked if you were coming home tonight..." she stammered quickly, her gaze dropped to the ground but it did not remain there for long, darting back up so she could look at him.
She was around twenty years old and pretty. The plain kind of pretty, with colored blonde hair, painted thin lips, and wide brown eyes. She was Scottish, or so he'd heard. It explained the mild accent her voice held. Too much make-up though. Her face was caked in cover-up to give it that fake, perfect skin look, thick lines of black kohl around her eyes and eye shadow a bright green that would probably signal a plane a hundred miles away if you were stranded of a desert island. It had been enough to catch the attention and cat-calls of some his employees but to him, she was nothing more then another slutty bitch who worked under his company. She acted like it too.
"Please, sir. You've been here so long... And you're so tired. A good night of rest would do you good," she said, sugarcoating each word.
It made him want to fling her out of the large glass windows. He wasn't in his best mood, but with Seto Kaiba, even his best mood was not much to work on.
"God damnit, I have work to do. I can rest any other time I want," he replied as he went back to his desk and opened the computer files on his laptop that had to do with the scheduling of the proposed theme park.
"But Mr. Kaiba... you can work any other time you want as well," she pointed out with a small, hopeful smile while making her way further into his office and closer to him. "I can give you a massage if you want. That might make things just a bit better."
The glare he returned held nothing but death wishes against her. Quickly clicking off the material he shut down his laptop and shut it, rising to his feet quickly. "You've convinced me to leave. Now get out of my sight."
The last thing he wanted was some day-dreaming girl trying to get all over him while he was trying to do his work. And he could always continue at home. It wouldmake everybody happy.
She gave him a pout that he guessed was supposed to be cute or seductive but it only served to annoy him all the more. "Oh, I promise you that you'll enjoy it if you stay," she began but he'd already swept out the door, having been resisting the urge to pretend to gag at her words. It would have been too childish.
Why did all of his employees have to be either total idiots or little over-confident whores? The worse part of it was that every time he fired someone the replacement was usually worse. His only reason for putting up with these people was that they actually, surprisingly, got their work done.
It was near around a fifteen to twenty minute drive to Kaiba Mansion. A glance at the golden Rolex on his wrist told him that it was getting close to midnight. So why was it that nearly every light in the house seemed to be on?
His answer came swiftly as he unlocked the front doors and stepped inside onto the hardwood floor to hear a loud yell of excitement and be bowled over by non-other than his over energetic little brother. He was being squeezed to death by the arms wound tight around his middle, released only the second he was about to faint from lack of oxygen. Big grayish blue eyes stared up at him in utter innocence, his long black hair in its usual mess. It was hard to believe he was thirteen. He still acted like he was seven or eight more than half the time. Like an overgrown kitten or puppy.
"Moki... why aren't you in bed?" It was three hours past his bedtime.
"You weren't here, nii-san! Besides, I wanted to see if you were coming home. I've been bored. There's nothing to do around here when you're not home."
Seto raised an eyebrow. "You say the exact same thing when I am here. All you do is follow me and complain that you're bored and that there is nothing to do."
"But there ISN'T!"
Here they went again. They had this conversation once a week, sometimes even twice. "Not tonight. I'm going to bed..."
Mokuba instantly shut up. If his brother said that he wanted to rest then you did not do a single thing that might make him change his mind about it. "Oh, nii-san! I wanted to tell you something impor-"
"I can wait until morning... You and half my company were bugging me about getting some sleep. So that's what I'm going to do."
"But-..."
"Tomorrow, Mokuba!"
Nodding his head the young boy quickly shuffled away. When Seto raised his voice at him then it was time for all other beings to get out of the way. There were only two people that Seto ever regarded with any kindness. One was Mokuba, and the other, Seto did not believe he would ever lay eyes on again. However, there are some mistakes we are glad we made.
(Unfortunately, my mind has been drained due to overwork in school. That is why this happens to be so short. But I hope it is to satisfy for now and I will try to get a third and longer section posted as quickly as I can. Don't forget to review!)
