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Kaiba carefully placed a travel kit of hygienics in to top right corner of his bag. He double checked to see if everything was still in compliance with the airport and international travel laws. Even he had to obey international laws and safety regulations. Two long sleeve button ups. Two undershirts, two long sleeve turtle necks, and four pairs of insulated and waterproof pants. For a moment he tried to think outside of a business trip for two seconds and placed a camera in his bag.
He looked down at the large suitcase and wondered why he was even bringing this much junk. He didn't need all of of it or even most of it. Thought briefly about switching to a smaller bag. All he really needed was the stuff that would be put into the overhead: the briefcase that carried his bare essentials. He sighed. A knock came to his door. Kaiba opened the door. Mokuba stood there smiling mischieviously.
"Hey Bro," Mokuba's expression quickly changed when he saw the condition his brother was in. "Gee, you look tired."
Seto looked down at Mokuba's hands and pointed. "What's this?"
"Oh something for your trip!" Mokuba proudly showed Seto a green tee-shirt that said 'Kiss me! I'm NOT Irish.'
"No wa-"
"Oh come on! It'll be so funny because you know-"
"I'll be surrounded by Irish people. Very funny. Forgot to laugh." Seto snatched the shirt from his brother's hands and carelessly threw it into his suitcase. "OK, I'll bring it." In a show of uncharacteristic thanks, Seto turned to Mokuba and smiled. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too bro. Hopefully you find some way to have fun."
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Kaiba sat in the back of the Rolls Royce and tried to relax. Only reason why he wasn't, was that Mokuba kept telling him to relax. It always set him on edge. What could he say? Didn't like to be told what to do by anyone.
He had someone at the airport go through his things to make sure he wouldn't have problems when they landed first in London, then in Ireland. Kaiba watched intently to make sure they took proper care. Seto could sense Mokuba's presence getting closer. He looked quickly over his shoulder to see him smiling sweetly with his arms crossed the way he did when he was 10. Everything looked good to the bag checkers.
Mokuba was now at Seto's side. "Don't worry about going on this trip. Everything at Kaibacorp will be fine without you for just one week."
"Heh," Kaiba attempted to laugh. As much as he knew Mokuba could take care of things on most normal Kaibacorp days, he wasn't entirely sure that evil villains wouldn't swoop out of the sky, kidnap his brother like they did when he was a child, and ruin everyone's day. Those days were harsh. Heart ached at the thought of leaving Mokuba alone as it always did. He toyed with how he would phrase the next words out of his mouth a few different ways before he said it."Don't get kidnapped."
Mokuba gave Seto a death glare. Seto stared blankly back burrowing deeper. Mokuba's mouth soon cracked into a smile. "Fuck you!" he laughed.
"I always win. Why try?"
Mokuba shook his head and rolled his eyes. He held out his hand for a hand shake. "Good luck on your flight. May your vacation bring you inspiration."
"Gotta fly," Kaiba winked. Mokuba wondered how his brother could be such a pain one minute and the most charismatic the next.
Mokuba waved goodbye to Seto as he boarded the plane.
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Kaiba walked to his normal seat by the window. It was about fifteen seats away from the pilot. Lounging back in his seat, he put his feet up on the chair in front of him. It felt almost like a normal plane, just had no other people on it. He liked that about having his own plane to fly around in. No babies. No loud, annoying girls. No perfume wearing men/ladies, no fat neighbors, no wrestling for the armband with your neighbor. Most importantly, no stupidity. It was perfect.
The plane shook. Just some turbulence, Kaiba thought. He had been in a plane enough to know this stuff. Heck, he knew how to fly one. All of this was normal. The plane shook again. Kaiba felt slightly alerted to this. Kaiba stood up and gave Isono a look. Isono stood up and went to the front of the plane to talk to the pilot. When he came back he said "Everything is alright, Mr. Kaiba."
"Thank you, Isono. You can go back to what you were doing." Isono was so reassuring.
Kaiba bit his bottom lip. The plane seemed to be going smoother now. Something childish came over him. He stood up once more and side stepped into the isle. He took a deep breath and reached his arms out to the side and ran all the way to the back of the plane. When he reached the end, he jumped around and "flew" all the way to the front. When he was a child, before his mother had died, he remembered doing this. He remembered going on a vacation with both of them before Mokuba was even born. It was so happy. He couldn't remember where they went but it was to a sunny place with lots of beaches. Everyone seemed to love him on that plane. However, the stewardess told him to sit down. He remembered being disappointed but his mother and father hugged him tightly. Mother gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Kaiba placed a hand on his cheek. He pretended to wipe the kiss off, but then he wished the smudge of lipstick was there. There are things in this world that money can't buy. He folded his arms and looked out of the window at the dark blue water. He wondered briefly why he had just done that.
Isono got up from his post, groaning softly from aching joints. "Sir, would you like a pillow to sleep in here or would you like to go to your room?"
"Neither, I am not tired, Isono."
"Please forgive me for noticing that you were nodding off, sir."
Kaiba smirked. "Crazy how you notice things I don't." Kaiba snatched the pillow from Isono's hands. "You should get some rest too. You can have my room. I'm comfortable here."
"I prefer to stay out here, sir." Isono stood stiffly and waited for a response.
"How did you know?" Kaiba never liked to be too alone. Especially on a plane.
Isono went back to his seat. Isono had worked for him for many years now. Although Kaiba couldn't imagine a day without his right hand man, tried several times to get the old man to retire. He had given him more than enough money to go anywhere or buy anything he wants. Isono didn't have to work. But he understood him. He could quit his job right now if he wanted as well, retire young and have more than enough money to do whatever he wanted. Work made him happy. Work was his life. Kept his mind active. Isono was one and the same. Kaiba knew that even if Isono started needing to be wheeled around, that man wouldn't want to quit working with him until the day he died.
You, Isono, are a man of great value.
A/N: Hey. Sorry this chapter took longer than expected. Hopefully it was worth the wait. :) Please review. Thank you!