In My Life
Chapter Four
Mokuba waved 'hi' to Seto's secretary before letting himself in his brother's abnormally large office, followed by Isono, who was already having a hard time keeping up with the boy.
"Is Seto-sama still in the conference?" Isono asked the female secretary, who looked a lot older than Seto. Maybe about ten years give or take.
"Yes." Answered the lady. "He didn't mention how long he was going to be in there. I've already reminded him before he went in that Mokuba-sama will arrive after three." She said. "He just said that he knows."
"Of course he does," Isono looked at his watch, and the quartz watch told him it was three twenty-four in a nice afternoon. "Did he leave any memos for Mokuba-sama?"
"Not really. He'll be out in a moment, I'm sure. I don't think he'll be able to resist Mokuba-sama waiting impatiently in his office,"
"Yes, well, I better get in there before Mokuba-sama does something unpleasant and irreversible," Isono nodded at her in acknowledgement and went in the office.
"Did she say anything?" Mokuba asked, looking over on the city by the huge glass wall behind Seto's Agarwood desk. He turned around to look at Isono before he could answer.
"Your brother will be out in a moment, Mokuba-sama. She's told him that you'll arrive after three,"
"Oh, okay," the raven haired boy nodded, threw his bag, scarf and coat on the sofa by the door and sat down on Seto's chair, and decided to fiddle with Seto's documents, though he told himself he wouldn't do something that would lead to Kaiba Corp's downfall.
Isono just stood in front of the desk, keeping a close eye on the most important person in his boss's life. "Is there anything you need, or desire, Mokuba-sama?"
Mokuba peeked out from the laptop screen. "Nope! I'm good!" then went back to invading Seto's privacy. He knew that Seto didn't have a password on his laptop so that Mokuba could have access to it.
Documents.
Photos.
Mokuba.
Vacation Photos.
Cam whoring Photos.
Mokuba giggled at the folder's name. When he and Seto were alone in any part of the house, any part of the world, in any place, Mokuba always had a camera with him to cam whore with Seto. It was one of the billionaire's sides only Mokuba knew about.
But then the last folder was the one that caught his full attention.
Student Council.
Student Council? Mokuba never knew Seto was in a student council before. Well, maybe because he was too young to be aware.
He clicked it quickly.
There were no pictures of people in groups, or teams working on projects. Or teambuilding outings, or even Seto in a campaign. There was just one person, doing all kinds of stuff, and a few pictures with Seto in it with the person.
Mokuba clicked one photo, and it opened with the operating system's default photo viewer. "Wow, he's pretty," he said, browsing through more stolen photos.
He continued to browse through the photos, and saw the person who had amazing purple eyes do all kinds of stuff. Eat, study, walk, smile, laugh, drop his stuff, put his things in his locker, everything. "Niisama took all these pictures?" he said softly, thoughtfully. "Ne, Isono?"
"Yes, Young Sir?"
"Has Niisama ever had someone special?" he asked, poking his head over the laptop's screen. "I mean, like special, special. Someone who he likes and gives heart shaped chocolates to,"
That question had Isono raise his brows in slight surprise. Now that Mokuba had brought it up, Seto hadn't had someone special before, or now, or ever. Well, maybe Mokuba was one of the top special people for Seto, but Mokuba didn't count; he was family.
"No, not that I know of," Isono said unsurely.
"Has he had someone he liked?"
"Again, not that I know of," Isono thought that it was impossible that Seto didn't have someone he liked. That would mean that he was completely numb, but he showed affection for Mokuba all the time.
"Hmmm…."
Mokuba was slowly getting it. Maybe Seto liked this person back in college. The boy giggled at that thought. "Niisama, you are so busted." He said playfully.
As Mokuba browsed through more photos, the sound of an opening door was heard, followed by his brother's voice.
"Isono, you may leave."
"NIISAMA!" Mokuba stood up, and saw his brother enter the office. "C'mere, quick!"
With a bow, Isono excused himself and left the room.
"What are you doing there?" Seto asked, walking up to the desk and behind it, pushing Mokube gently up from his chair.
"Invading your privacy and planning Kaiba Corp's ultimate downfall!" Mokuba joked in an evil villain voice with a maniacal laughter to end it. "Bwahahahahaha!"
Seto sat down on his seat and chuckled. "Right, and I'm planning your deportation to another country,"
"Touché!" Mokuba giggled, and sat down on Seto's lap like he always did. "Ne, I took a look at your pictures, " he said, "And I found him." Mokuba opened one of the photos. "Who's he? Why do you have a lot of his pictures? Were you classmates? Why don't I know you were in the student council? Was he in the student council? Did you like him? Did he like you?" but his questions were interrupted with Seto's small chuckles. "What's so funny?" he pouted.
"Well, it's funny that you're so interested about what happened when I was in school." Seto answered. "That was a long time ago, why do you want to know about it?"
"Because! Because you're Kaiba Seto, and you don't like a lot of people," said Mokuba. "So this person must be really special, or different in some way or a lot of ways that caught your attention, or you won't be keeping his pictures in your personal laptop."
The boy was right. He didn't like a lot of people. He didn't talk to a lot of people either. "There are just some things that can't be explained, Mokuba." Said Seto. "You know, why won't we go out for dinner tonight? And we talk all about it,"
"Really?!" Mokuba said excitedly. "Where are we going?!"
Seto chuckled. "Some fancy five star hotel," he stood up, pushing Mokuba lightly off of him. "It won't be a long drive. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes on the Ferrari,"
"Awesome! Let's go!" he grabbed his scarf and coat, but left his bag on the sofa. "Room service!"
With an amused smile, Seto went after him, also getting his coat on with the help of his secretary. "If someone calls, tell him I left without saying anything." He told the secretary. "You can go around six."
Feeling rather lucky for that day, a smile graced the secretary's face. "Hai. Thank you, Sir. Have a good day," she watched them leave, then waved goodbye back to Mokuba. "Such a sweet boy," she said to herself, going back to her desk.
"Ne, Niisama?" Mokuba held his hand as they waited for the executives' elevator to arrive. "She looks a lot older than you."
"Indeed, she is," Seto stepped inside the elevator, and so did Mokuba.
"Seatbelt, Mokuba," said Seto, starting the car.
"Hai, hai!" Mokuba did as he was told, and buckled himself in. He waited for Seto to get out of the parking lot first before he did some asking.
Seto was already expecting a lot of questions from Mokuba, so he was trying to get things sorted in his mind. Like remembering the first time he saw him, or the first time they met and talked.
"Soooooo,"
"So what?" Seto chuckled, glancing at Mokuba, then went back to the road.
"Aren't you going to tell me everything?!" said Mokuba, "I mean, this is the first time I've ever heard of you liking someone, and you don't even tell me!"
"That was a long time ago," Seto reasoned. "Besides, you were ten when I was in my first year in the university. It's not like you're going to be interested in that. Children at that age think of infatuation as cooties, and other similar sound effects that show disgust,"
"Okay, so now that you've said that, you admit that you liked him back then?"
"Of course; I don't have to hide it from you now, do I?"
Mokuba grinned.
"What?" Seto looked at him, then again back at the road.
"Interrogational torture with room service," the boy giggled. "I like the sound of that!"
"Mhmm." Seto smiled, "Alright, I'll take that challenge."
"If you can't answer my question, what's going to be your consequence?" Mokuba really liked doing these kinds of things with Seto, spending time, going out. "I want something that would benefit me."
"You are one demanding interrogator." Seto was amused. Very amused. "I'll think of that one. Just think of the questions you want to ask me. Better list them down before you forget one."
"I'm listing, I'm listing!" said Mokuba, taking out his iPhone, and opening the notes.
So right now, Seto was an open book, ready to spill all. He knew Mokuba would ask if he liked someone one day, but he wasn't expecting how Mokuba would get pushed to ask.
"How many questions have you listed?" Seto asked.
"Hey, I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions!"
"Alright, alright," he chuckled.
The ride was quiet. Almost too quiet. Mokuba was busy typing away on his qwerty touch pad of questions. Seto was not all that prepared. Well, maybe he was. He was still getting stuff sorted in his head.
"Oh yeah, what hotel are we going to?" Mokuba asked.
To Seto, it seemed like Mokuba was already finished typing in his questions, or, maybe he'd already run out of things to ask, since he had already pocketed the phone. On the spot questions were…big a possibility.
"Kaiba Hotel."
"Right, why didn't I think of that."
"Of course. I'd want to go to a hotel where everything we want will be given to us. I don't want any bullshit from the hoteliers."
"I guess you're right,"
"You know where to park it, and you know what room I'm in so you can give the keys back." Seto stepped out of the car and left to the valet boy.
"Kaiba-sama! We didn't know you were coming!" the hotel's manager nervously welcomed them.
"It's better that you don't know I'm coming." Said Seto, not even bothering to look at her. "Give me my key," he ordered her as he and Mokuba headed for the elevators.
"Yes, sir, of course!" Kirihara came running to the front desk, demanding the hotelier to give her Seto's keys. She was able to give Seto his keys before the executive elevator's doors closed. "Have a good night, Kaiba-sama!"
"Wow, she looked stupid." Mokuba giggled.
"That's why it's better to come here without telling them. I want to know how well they're keeping the hotel without me keeping in check." Seto pushed the button to the penthouse.
"When we get to the suite, can I go order room service?" Mokuba looked up at him, then held his hand.
"Mokuba, this is our hotel, you don't have to ask me if you can order room service."
"It doesn't hurt to ask permission." Mokuba pouted and turned his gaze away from the older Kaiba.
"Alright, alright," the last thing Seto wanted was Mokuba in a bad mood. "You can order room service."
"Yay!" Mokuba squeezed his hand. "I gotta think of the stuff to order," he said as a bell sounded, indicating that they had arrived at their floor.
The brother stepped out of the elevator, and hotel employees bowed and showed respect. Seto didn't mind any of them, while Mokuba smiled and waved at them as they made their way down the hall to the presidential suite.
As soon as Seto opened the door, Mokuba ran in, and started jumping on the sofa. "So, what do we do now?"
"Mokuba, don't ransack the room," said Seto as he hung up his coat on the coat hanger by the door, and took off his shoes to set them beside the coat hanger.
"Sorry," he got down from the sofa, and hung up his coat as well, and took off his shoes as well, putting them beside Seto's leather shoes.
"Go call for food first, then you can start your, oh-so-scary interrogational torture," Seto smiled, watching Mokuba take off his uniform's jacket as he loosened his tie.
"Game on!"
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