Yeah! Three more reviews! Thank you Randomcrritic and Mello-the-Melon , I do appriciate your reviews, and to other people, don't be afraid to critique my work. I won't get mad, and will in fact take your suggestions into consideration. I do realize that Sei is very immature, and that was purposely intended... for what serious maid would tamper with Kaiba's coats? None, but perhaps I can mature her a little...? Mello-the-Melon, I am glad you love my story and so for you, I update!
Recap: Roland went in search of Mr. Basher before he became a meat pie.
Hardcore Workout!
Sei watched Roland sprint pass her, his gait determined and extremely worried. "He's going to have a heart attack if he doesn't slow down." Sei mumbled to herself, heading into Kaiba's pristine and never used workout room with a vaccum in tow.
While vaccuming the room, Sei couldn't help but question to herself why Kaiba would have a workout room with all of the latest equipment when he never worked out. Ever. Kaiba was such a work-aholic he really didn't have many hobbies other than his job, and by his job we mean by creating holographics and anything related. Everything duel monsters related and ones physical well-being just simply did not mix.
When she was finished she wrapped up the vaccum cord and walked to the closet to fetch cleaner because even though this room was never used, it was required that all the machinery be dusted. Entering the closet, she couldn't help but growl. The lightbulb was out, and so she couldn't see anything. After fumbling around, and searching for her cell phone to use as a light she had finally found the cleaner necessary.
Ready to take on the machines, Sei stopped. She could hear clanking, and a grunt. Cautiously peaking her head around the corner, she surpressed a giggle.
Lo and behold, sure enough there was Mokuba, and he was attempting to bench press. He had work out clothes the sweat bands and everything. He looked hard core and ready to train.
This little happy moment couldn't last forever though, as it is with all dangers of working out, one must never lift weights alone, saftey rule number one. After lifting the bar a couple of times, Mokuba was taken by surprise by his lack of finer muscle control and being unable to steadily hold the bar found himself pinned when he tried to correct his wobbly bar and over corrected to such a degree to have the bar end up choking him.
Sei was there in a heartbeat and lifted the bar off of the wide-eyed little Kaiba. "You okay kiddo?" Sei looked down at the poor kid casually leaning on the equipment. He coughed and sputtered, sitting up and rubbing his throat.
"I thought no one came in here." He stated visibly shaken. She sat next to him.
"Someone has to dust the equipment, even if it isn't used." She shrugged. "If you're going to use this room, you have to have someone come with you. Especially if you're lifting weights."
"Just because I'm Seto's little brother doesn't mean I always need a chaperone." Mokuba hissed. She shrugged.
"I don't care if you're the Queen of Sheba. You're never supposed to lift weights alone, ya'know in case you ever choke yourself or something." Her gaze slid towards him with a smirk. Mokuba shrunk a little, his face coloring slightly. "When you mess with things that weigh more that you, it's good to have someone around to help you out and not let you die." Mokuba blushed, then sighed.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Well, now that I've made the world a better place I have to get back to work." And with this Sei stood. "Don't mind me. I'll just be making the machines all pretty." And so she began to clean. Mokuba stayed where he was watching intently.
"What's your name?" Mokuba piped up. Sei stopped for a moment to look over her shoulder before resuming.
"Sei."
"What's it like working as a maid?" He watched her intently. He never really talked to the maids before. They just never seemed interesting before. Always bowing and cleaning and stalking Seto. They never did anything exciting but the way Sei went about her business, it was different.
"Hard. Boring." She stated, standing up straight and looking over at the little boy. "What's it like having the Great Seto Kaiba for a brother?" She quirked a brow.
Mokuba shrugged with a sigh, "I dunno. Boring I guess. Seto gets so involved with his work that I can't talk to him. I know he cares for me, but sometimes I'm jellous of his job. He pays more attention to that then he does me."
Sei bit her lip before smiling. "Protest. Act rebellious. Make him notice. What's the worse that can happen?" She quiered. Mokuba narrowed his eyes in thought. She sat down on the bike she was cleaning. "What would I do if I were to protest... Hm..." Her eyes looked distant. Mokuba couldn't look away from her. Sei thoughtfully stroked her lips, shaking her head at every dismissed idea. "What annoys your brother the most?" She asked, realizing how little she knew of her boss, unlike the other maids who obsessed over him.
"He hates Yugi Moto, and his friends." Mokuba shrugged uncertainly. Her lips thinned.
"Befriend them, and hang out with them I guess. Oh oh oh! Bring them over here, and show them everything." Sei jumped off the bike, her eyes bright with the idea. Mokuba grinned wide, seeing the reaction this would set off in Seto Kaiba. "Then he would have to pay more attention to you to prevent Yugi and his pals from getting to check out Kaiba's pad." She shook her head with a smile, before resuming her cleaning.
"Can I join you?" Mokuba asked timidly. Sei stopped to look at him. "Can I clean with you?" He asked again, blushing. Sei shrugged before setting down her equipment and walking into the closet. Mokuba stared dumbfoundely, hearing several curses before she returned.
"Here," Sei held out another bottle and cloth. "Spray and wipe." Mokuba took the bottle, and set to work.
Mokuba continued to inquire of Sei about other problems in his life, finding himself growing more attactched by the minute. When Sei finally streched, and stood up, Mokuba followed. "Check it out, we're done." Sei looked about the room. Mokuba frowned slightly, a rueful feeling nestling it's way into his chest. "Hey little buddy, what's wrong?" Sei couldn't help but notice Mokuba's pathetic disposition.
"We're done." He couldn't really tell her why he was sad. It would be just to akward. For some reason, Sei was likeable. Very likeable, and in this short time Mokuba couldn't help but develop a crush on her, and now that they were done, he would never see her again.
She stood thoughtfully for a moment before kneeling down. "Can I tell you something personal?" Mokuba eagerly nodded. "But you must promise not to tell anybody, even Mr. Kaiba." His excitement was bubbling over. "Come with me." She stood, heading out. The younger Kaiba trailed behind.
Finally arriving in front of two steel doors with one round window in each, Sei stopped. "Remember, you promised." She murmured, looking over her shoulder at the younger Kaiba.
Mokuba grinned, "You have my word." She grinned toothily, her pearly whites sparkling. She entered, and so did Mokuba.
The younger Kaiba's eyes brushed over the room. "It's a laundry room." He stated, slightly disappointed. What exciting thing could possibly be here.
"Mokuba!" Sei called out, around the corner. Mokuba came running. She opened the dryer, pulling out one of the older Kaiba's trench coats. "Catch." She tossed the coat. He caught it, burying his face into the soft fabric.
His eyes opened wide, his jaw slacked.
Sei stood, watching him with her cool gaze.
He stared.
She obsereved.
The silence grew
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"Oh man, Seto's gonna freak." Mokuba howled with laughter. Sei brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "And he's going to have no idea who did this. Oh I can't wait to see him try on one of his jackets."
"If they do find out I did it, I'll be fired." She replied soberly.
Mokuba scoffed, "Not if I have anything to say about it."
Sei's grin returned, wider than before. "See, that's why I like you." She muttered, walking over and hugging little Mokuba. "You're ten times cooler than your boring old brother."
Mokuba blushed fiercely, but didn't fight against her affections. In fact, he rather liked it. Maybe he could convince her to stop being a maid, and become his escort or something, and when he was older could be her boyfriend.
"Well kiddo, I have to finish up your bros laundry." Sei began heaping the laundry into baskets. Mokuba grabbed a basket, and walked to a table and chairs. Sei followed closely behind, one under each arm.
Once at the table, she began taking Seto's laundry and folded it with deft hands. Mokuba grabbed some of his older brother's laundry and began fumbling with it before screaming and throwing it.
"Ewwww, it's Seto's underwear!" Mokuba cried. Sei looked up from her growing pile of folded laundry to smile. She kicked a basket at Mokuba.
"There are your brother's shirts. That should be a little less scarring." That amused smile never left her face. Mokuba watched her pick up his brother's underwear and fold it without even showing any signs of being disturbed and then reached for another article of clothing.
"Why do you work as a maid?" The young Kaiba questioned. The maid with a braid paused with Mr. Kaiba's shirt in her hands.
Looking up she shrugged, "Pays good. I don't mind cleaning. Meet neat people." She winked at him. Mokuba looked down, his face beet red. Yes, she most deffinatly had to become his escort.
She resumed folding the laundry. The younger Kaiba had another very important question. "What do you think of my brother?" If she was like every other maid the response would go:
"Like oh my gosh! I love him, I want to give him babies, can we meet him? Take me to your brother! TAKE ME!" And then the maid would grab Mokuba and shake him back and forth until he complied. That's why he didn't really like the maids, but then Sei was different.
She tampered with his precious coats. No maid would ever wish to accidentally upset Seto, and she was intentionally trying. She possibly couldn't be obsessed with Seto.
Sei put down the clothing in hand, looking thoughtful. Mokuba's heart sank. She must be trying to let him down softly. She must secretly harbor a secret crush. "Well... um..." She faultered.
"If you like him, that's okay. All the maids do." His small voice broke Sei's heart. Oh, bless his soul, he thought she liked his older brother.
"Oh, Little Kaiba, you're funny." Sei laughed, covering her mouth. Mokuba looked up, his eyes hurt and confused. "I don't like your brother. Well, that's it. I don't like your brother, but I don't want to offend you." She resumed folding the clothes.
Mokuba laughed in relief. She didn't want his brother, and she wasn't using him to get to Seto. Sei tilted her head. "You're happy that I don't like your brother?"
Mokuba shook his head, "I'm relieved that you're not using me to get to Seto." She shook her head sadly. "All the other maids are obsessed with him, and they never bothered with me unless they thought I would introduce them to him." Mokuba's smile didn't change.
"And that makes you happy how?" She raised an eyebrow. Mokuba rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't. It's just your the first maid to talk to me just because I'm me."
"Oh," She said quietly. "Well, I happy that you're here. It gives me someone to laugh with when your brother finds his coats." The two grinned at each other.
"So, why don't you like my brother?" This too was important. If Seto did something to make her not like him, the Mokuba had to make sure Seto never changed that. Mokuba had plans of eventually marrying her, and Seto could not interfere.
Sei blushed slightly, This boy was getting just a little too personal. If she said the wrong thing, he could get her fired. She took a deep breath, and hoped she wouldn't say anything offensive. "I don't like how he obsesses about his work. Here he has a great brother and all he can focus on is his work." She shrugged placing another folded item in a pile. "And how he's so full of himself. It's rather... annoying." She really wanted to use the word dispicable, disgusting, and repulsive, rather than annoying but dear Mokuba did love his brother so she must be polite.
To Mokuba, her chances of ever liking Seto were very slim. She didn't like self-absorbed people, and he was self-absorbed, but she did like him so he had that much going for him.
"We're done. Want to help me carry his stuff back to his room?" She asked as she put the folded clothes into baskets.
"Uh-huh!" Mokuba jumped up, grabbing his over half of the coats. She balanced a basket on her head, and grabbed the other two baskets, and laid the other half of the coats across her basket. Mokuba gaped in wonder. He had never seen someone sucessfully balance a basket on their head, that is until now. All the more they should get married. She was just too cool.
She lead the way, walking pretty fast despite the basket balanced on her cranium, and Mokuba watched with fascination. While in the servant quarters Mokuba did recieve some strange glances, for why would Seto's little brother be in this area of the house, and doing chores none the less?
It wasn't long before they were in familiar territory, and heading towards Seto's room. Before Sei could get to the door, Mokuba rushed ahead, and got the door for her, for that was the chivirilous thing to do. She smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and thanked him before entering.
She didn't waste time putting the clothes away, which surprised Mokuba, because the maids who entered this room always squeeled before jumping on his brother's bed, and going through his brother's drawers. "Aren't you a little excited about entering Seto's room? Only trustworthy maids enter here." He finally had to inquire.
Standing in the closet, putting the coats away, she looked over her shoulders, a smirk flitted onto her face. "I was already in here." Mokuba walked forward. "And I was going to try on one of his ridiculous coats, but then the phone rang and I chickened out." She sheepishly bowed her head. "So the excitement of coming here is gone. Been there, done that." She turned to face him and winked.
"Well... Let's do it." He grabbed one of is brother's trench coats and tossed it at her. She caught the jacket, loosely gripping it. He grabbed a white one and slipped it on. "Come on!" He ran over and started tugging on the blue trench coat. "Hey, it looks good on you." Sei grinned, straightening the jacket.
"Yeah, other than the fact that it drags." She murmured looking down to where the coat touched the ground. Mokuba shook the bottom of his coat.
"Hey, me too." He smiled at her.
"So um hey, what do you think your brother will say once he finds his coats."
Mokuba shrugged. "I dunno, I'll tell ya, but I can garuntee this. He won't swear."
The maid blinked in surprise. "Really?" Mokuba nodded. She resumed hanging up the coats. Once that task was finished she looked at the younger Mokuba. "So, why does your brother bother with hangers if his coats can stand on their own?"
Mokuba looked at her speechless.
"Just a thought." She murmured. "Okay, we're done." She looked at her watch. "And my shifts ov-"
The door opened, and an angry older Kaiba stormed through. Sei grabbed Mokuba by his coat collar and dragged him to the back of the cloest, out of Seto's view. He stomped into the closet and began flipping through his coats. "I can't believe that stupid maid spilled coffee on me." He ranted.
Mokuba and the frightened maid looked at each other, breath caught in their lungs. Kaiba was standing right in front of them, not knowing that they were hunkering down, and praying he didn't see them.
Things are getting tense as our litle story draws to an end. What will happen when Kaiba discovers his coats? What will happen to the adventerous and daring maid, and will Mokuba get to keep his new friend?
Next chapter, the finale: A daring escape?
Hang in there!