Illusions
Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh
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The three women were gathered at Serenity's apartment for a sleepover, the kids were left to the care of grumpy husbands. Makeover, gossip and Serenity bridal-future topped the agenda of the night. But mostly silliness was there, filling the awkward gaps of their hollow conversation.
"What about Duke?" Tea offered tiredly as she tried to find a more comfortable position on the couch in the living room.
Serenity that was on the futon, huddled in a warm blanket, happily sipping hot cocoa, made a funny face.
"But Tea, I wouldn't marry anyone prettier than I am!" She said, batting her eyelashes repeatedly as she felt somehow sugar high.
Tea comically raised her eyebrow in question; Mai grabbed her soda for a quick sip then offered smartly:
"Actually, I heard he's back in town, back from the States."
Serenity feeling merrier this night decided to annoy the blonde. One side of her said this game was silly to fret, but Mai has never been the intellectual type. Even now, all she was good at was extracting money supplies from her parents' bottomless bank account. As for Tea, she was a genuinely happy desperate housewife. Basically, their conversations were getting shallow by the years. She could swear that their neurons were more productive when they were just only teenagers.
"What his looks make up, his personality lacks."
"I thought so," Tea admitted, turning her palm over to snatch another pillow from Mai side and put it behind her back.
It took every ounce of energy she had to keep her facial expression neutral. Actually, she was lost in her inner thoughts too, no; she won't bring up an old subject that was all wrapped up a long time ago.
She didn't want to try and explain to them what she barely understood herself, but Yami has always been the scar of her life. Still, she thanked God day and night for granting her such an adorable, loving husband.
Now, the pharaoh morphed to nothing more than a faint, distant memory.
But Mai, not wanting a bit to let go, dug further into the subject: "Duke had matured into a consummate professional, and Dungeon Dice Monsters game has gradually known high levels of popularity since its inception. Not only that, but his company is going to branch up to other countries too."
Serenity shrugged, Mai seemed to know more than she let it see. Another set-up; she guessed wryly.
"Let's go to sleep, shall we?" Mom has already gone to bed, and I want to wake up early and prepare a decent breakfast for her."
"Well, we'll have plenty of time;" Mai said as she stood up first "Tomorrow is your day off; we can run through the whole list at our ease. I heard that the creepy freak has become a successful lawyer. " Ending her statement with a malicious grin and a wink, she dashed to Serenity's bedroom where she would share the big bed with Tea.
He ran a tired hand over his tired face and tried to take in enough of air to keep a rein on his raging temper. "Gardner…», he threatened in a low, chilling tone.
She sounded remarkably unimpressed as she threw an envelope that hit him straight in the face. His eyes widened incredulously, and he gave away a little snort of disbelief: "Have you lost your mind?"
Tea dipped her chin pointedly and glared venomously at him. "Look…you get sarcasm, right? None of us actually think you're good enough for her, and this is certainly not the other way round."
"We're all done and sick of accepting the excuses your little brother makes for you. You're just a lonely coward who cares too much about himself to actually make an effort with a woman who is ten times worth the company he owns."
Migraine was the word that sorrowfully described the sudden, unexpected and unpleasant visit. But he knew from past, traumatising experiences that she won't shut up until she is completely done.
She expelled an angry sigh, brushed her chestnut locks to the side in frustration, and got nearer eying him with evident disgust. "Do you even care about her?"
He told himself firmly that he didn't care. One swift mental image of the auburn-haired woman, however, and his brow was furrowing of its own accord.
"I don't care about Wheelers."
"Really?" she retorted with a dejected roll of the eyes. Her pitchy, irate tone sharpened even more at the snide comment causing his migraine to intensify.
Tea shook her head incredulously before levelling Kaiba with one of the coldest gazes he rarely receives; a single thought played in his mind at the moment, how come the King of Games was stuck with this rapacious harpy. He vaguely recalled some adage that said something like "Winner in Duel Monsters, miserable in marriage." How true, he mused.
"Get over yourself! She deserves better than you!"
"He absolutely does" he half snorted as he inwardly pitied poor Yugi, earning a dirty look from the woman who had again swollen to whale-like proportions. Maybe that's why he was still kindly-disposed toward her today.
But progressively he got more frustrated with his spiteful visitor. Kaiba leaned against the leather chair and folded his arms expectantly "Did I give you the impression that I'm actually interested in your opinion, or whatever nonsense you have to say?"
"And while we're at it, why not inform me when we've been on talking terms?" He finished coldly before sighing angrily and running one of his slender hands through his chestnut locks again.
"You think that this is chatter, a mindless chatter, perhaps?" She snapped, gritting her teeth as she felt a brief contraction, probably caused by her host's annoying behaviour. He glared one more time, the count was lost.
The right corner of her mouth curled in a condescending, appreciative smirk; may be she managed to dig a micro hole, breaking through that thick skull of his. How she wished that he was seriously and truly in love with the sister of his worst enemy, that will be such a blow to his affection-proof, resistant ego.
Kaiba expression, however, grew empathetic. Her rigid posture and stubborn insistence was making him see double, triple…the mountain of unfinished paperwork… he glanced back up with the cocky, disdainful expression she'd come to know and hate, giving her a short, hollow laugh.
He'd never had someone question him so vocally; that's why he has never fancy women of her fortitude. But he did respect her a little, even if it was an ounce.
"It's been taken care of, mind your business. And now you've already wasted enough of my time." Kaiba sneered, leaning forward in his old menacing fashion; fingers entwined, and glare blazing.
Tea heaved a laboured sigh, then directed her sharp blue gaze at him. "You'd better not do anything stupid," she grumbled threateningly on her way out.
Kaiba was about to resume his work when he remembered the sheet of paper that so insolently hit his face. Picking it, he opened the envelope and prepared himself to read something akin to nonsense.
Please review on your way out, I really need to read your impressions to continue any of my stories. If you think it's worth it, especially that I have to write the Anzu-centric fic that's giving me quite a hard time. And if you find any errors, point them to me :)