Kisara blinked and looked around in amazement as Jou dragged the entire party into his favorite arcade. The flashing lights and high pitched sounds assaulted her senses, disorienting her and she moved closer to Seto. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly when he saw her wide eyed gaze and left his hand resting on top of hers. She tangled their fingers together, delighting in the touch.
"Alright!" Jou shouted over the noise. "Let's see if that King of Games title applies to Super Turbo Street Fighter 5!"
"Technically that title is Yugi's now." Atemu reminded him.
"Ha! That just means I have the advantage then."
"In your dreams, Jou!" Yugi interjected. "He'll still beat your pants off. C'mon Atemu! I'll show you how to play."
"Let's race, Seto!" Mokuba exclaimed, taking Seto's unoccupied hand and pulling him toward one end of the arcade. At the same time, Anzu came up beside Kisara, took her hand and pulled her in the opposite direction.
"This way! Let me show you my favorite game."
Seto and Kisara shared a brief look of regret and allowed themselves to be pulled apart.
Oh well, Kisara thought. It wasn't as if they hadn't spent every waking moment together over the last two days.
The first night, after Ryou had been settled in and Mokuba had gone to bed, she and Seto had talked nearly until sunrise. She had been particularly interested in technology and Seto was more than happy to indulge her on the topic. Kisara had been willing to accept that most things worked by 'magic', but he had a knack for explaining thing in a way she could easily understand and it only fed her hunger for more knowledge. They had ended up in front of the main computer where he had showed her things of wonder until she was squinting at the screen, no longer able to focus her eyes properly and Seto had sent her to bed.
The next evening, the topic once again drifted to technology, this time, however, she had been curious as to how the computer itself worked. It was soon spread across the floor in pieces as Seto gave her a general idea of what each part did and how they all worked together. He had most of the hardware explained and had just started in on the software and all the various types when he noticed her once again losing focus and realized just how late (or rather, early) it was.
"You're tired. No more tonight." He said and started to gather computer parts for later re-assembly.
"But . . . but I still have questions." Kisara protested tiredly.
"And I'll answer them all in the morning, I promise." Seto switched to caretaker mode and Kisara noted that he was using the same firm tone as when Mokuba had also protested bed earlier that evening. She opened her mouth to argue further but was stopped by a rather large yawn and was forced to admit to herself just how worn out she truly was.
Reluctantly, Kisara allowed herself to be ushered off to bed but only after making Seto swear that he really would explain certain things in the morning, before they got side tracked by other things. She applied the 'cross your heart and hope to die' technique that Mokuba had taught her and couldn't quite figure out why Seto was so amused by it, though he did promise.
Yes, she was very much starting to like this strange world where people lived beyond the day to day struggle to survive. She had always known that she was smart, but here . . . here she was truly allowed to explore the intellectual part of her nature.
And then there were the games . . .
Mokuba seemed bound and determined to introduce her to every aspect of the wonderful world of gaming and they had already wasted long hours on the entertainment. Video game, computer games, board game, word games, card games . . . she couldn't count how many different ones Mokuba had shown her already and she had loved every minute of it. When Seto had explained on the way to the arcade that each machine housed a different game, she had barely been able to contain her excitement.
And now, as Anzu pulled her past a Dual Monster's pinball machine featuring the Blue Eyes White Dragon, her curiosity got the better of her.
Anzu yelped as her direction was suddenly reversed and she ended up standing in front of the game.
"What's this one?" Kisara asked excitedly and pointed.
Anzu laughed as she realized which machine they were standing in front of.
"It's called pinball. Here . . ." she dropped in a couple quarters and showed Kisara how to play.
The two girls giggled and chatted through a couple rounds before something else caught Kisara's attention.
"What's that?" she yelled and pointed, grabbing Anzu and hauling her to the next game.
They continued that way for a while, chatting and floating from game to game and, Anzu realized, getting further and further away from the DDR machine.
She sighed thinking she wasn't really dressed for it anyways. Neither was Kisara really. Tight skirts and dresses were hardly appropriate for an active game like that, though she did sometimes secretly relish the attention it got her.
Anzu eyed Kisara's tailored and expensive looking wrap dress and realized, considering who was taking care of her, that she probably didn't even own any of the essentials! As much as Anzu liked her skirts and dresses, even she realized that a balanced wardrobe contained at least two pair of jeans and four cute t-shirts. She felt a sudden need to rectify this gross oversight.
"Come on." She said suddenly, pulling Kisara away from the puzzle game she was currently engrossed in. Kisara gave a small, startled cry of protest but went along willingly.
"Kaiba," Anzu said confrontationally as they approached where Seto and his brother were engaged in a very close competition for first place on one of the racing games. Seto diverted his attention to look over at her and Mokuba's car shot past his, taking the lead, and the win. Seto cursed under his breath and turned to Anzu.
"What?" He snapped.
"Kaiba," Anzu started again, more forcefully this time, refusing to be intimidated by her tall classmate. "Kisara doesn't have one pair of jeans yet, does she?"
Seto paused, taken aback slightly and not quite sure how to respond to the odd accusation.
"I'll have you know that there is a team of tailors in my employ who will make her anything she wants. . ." He started but Anzu cut him off.
"And I'll bet not one of them has though to make a single pair of jeans, have they?"
"Well, no."
"It's a wrong that must be justified." Anzu said firmly, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Now?" Seto asked, amused despite himself. It baffled him that anyone could get so upset and confrontational over a non-existent pair of jeans.
Anzu nodded curtly. He turned to Kisara who looked completely mystified by the conversation.
"And do you agree to this impromptu 'righting of wrongs'?"
Kisara opened her mouth but stopped, realizing that she had no idea what was going on and didn't even know where to begin asking questions.
Fortunately, Seto picked up on her befuddled state and smiled warmly at her before giving her a brief explanation.
"She wants to take you shopping for jeans as she feels it is a great wrong that I haven't gotten you some already."
"Oh." Kisara said and grinned at Anzu. "Sounds like fun." She then stopped to think for a moment.
"What are jeans?"
A/N: Hurray! I have something for you this week! Not another long chapter like the last one, or like planned, but I wanted to post something sooner rather than later, so this is part one of the second part of adjusting :D if that makes any sense at all. . . it's three AM here so maybe not . . .
(Jenivi starts to nod off in front of the computer and Kisara pokes her awake)
Kisara: go to bed!
Jenivi: but I'm not sleepy . . .
Kisara: yes you are, and if you fall asleep here you'll wind up with the number pad imprinted on your face again. Besides, if Seto makes me go to bed whether I want to or not, I'm going to show you the same courtesy. (still bitter at being treated like a child)
Jenivi: damn, foiled again by my own writing . . .
Aaaand, like I promised, reader review things!
Cybergoth: yay! I'm glad you liked the last chapter XD the part with Mokuba being an evil little brother was soooo much fun to write.
Mei: hehe, sometimes Jou has good ideas! Like this one :p arcades are always good ideas
Journey: (laughs evily) oh yes, Bakura will make his appearance soon enough but it may not be in the way you're thinking . . . Kisara won't let me say too much for fear of spoiling my own story, but be assured, no matter how bad things may get, I do like a happy ending . . . (shify eyes)
Agent Malkere: you always tell me to update soon but I feel bad cause I never do! or not as soon as I think I should be anyways . . . I try and do better for you!
Thanks guys, I luffs shuu all XD