Rewards

When he thought about it, going home and telling his dad he'd gotten fired from his part-time job probably wasn't the best plan he'd ever come up with. Particularly since he was not only still tired out from gym the last period, but also because his father drunk at the time. Drunk, and pissed after having just received a notice asking for the payment for the school he was going to. And even the crappiest of schools had large price tags in Japan.

Which was why he was now sitting in a hospital room, sighing as he listened to the doctor go on about taking it easy with his right arm. "It's been severely fractured," he said, Katsuya wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean other than 'It HURTS'. "If you look here on the x-ray," the doctor continued, "You can see multiple compact injuries. In fact," he added as he gave the teen a worried look, "I'm surprised your arm isn't completely useless now, not to mention curious as to whether or not it won't be in the future. You said you fell down the stairs?"

Katsuya nodded, still frowning as he held his right arm. "Yea, I go up a flight t' get in my house," he said as he bit his tongue, leaving out the reason why he'd fallen down the stairs in the first place. He needed to keep his old man out of this as much as possible, or he was completely screwed... "They get slippery so..." Besides, once the money wasn't gone and the bottles were missing things were relatively fine...

Whenever that was.

Still, tripping on a bottle after being chased out of the apartment... That was pathetic damn it.

The doctor looked at him sceptically as his patient seemed to disappear into his thoughts, but nonetheless did nothing but shake his head. "Very well then..." He wrote a few things on a clip board, before standing from his chair. "You're going to need surgery to re-set the bones in your arm. It isn't too much," he continued as he put the pen down, "But we should probably contact one of your relatives to-"

"No!" The doctor froze as Katsuya shouted at the idea, the blond looking notably tensed before calming down and shaking his head. "Er... Naw, 's ok doc... How much is it," he added, "I'll take care of it..."

The doctor blinked, before handing him the price and watching the teen nod and look over it. "As I said, not much," he repeated in slight confusion, "But the process itself will likely be just as painful as breaking the bone itself. We will then fit it into a cast, which you should keep on for around two months for the arm to heal." Technically the time was six weeks of course, but with the extent of the injury, it was best to over-estimate... Or something. He could guess given the number of other times he'd come in here really (though that wasn't too often now he didn't think...). Waking over to the door to set up the surgery, the doctor looked back at Katsuya with a frown, pulling his patient from his thoughts. "If you're so sure about going about this alone, I'll see how fast we can get you in... Though you really should consider contacting a relative." Yea no.

Katsuya simply grinned, wincing as an attempt to give him a thumbs up reminded the teen why he was there. No mention to dad, no mention to anyone... Hah! "Thanks doc!" After the man left however the grin quickly faded, and he sighed. "Man... Now I won't be able t' write anythin'..." Not that he did much writing before but... Well, this was still his best arm. And he had kind of been trying to get his marks up a fraction in the last bit. Though that probably wouldn't last long, see how school was... Boring. To say the least.

He thought back to his report for Japanese, sighing again as he leaned back against the wall of the doctor's examination room. On the one hand, he'd finally figured out who to do it on; between the fact that he cared less about what happened to Seto Kaiba as a result, and the fact that the whole situation in the washroom before had him just plain confused, it was an obvious choice. However, now that he'd finally started...

The teen groaned once again, head smacking back on the wall yet again as he idly kicked the bench he sat on. "Hnggg... I should've just taken whatever deal he gave me and left it at that..." Probably find out more with that. And now that he thought about it, what the hell did Kaiba have that he wanted? The only thing he'd ever even asked for anything was back at the game shop when...

He...

"Pbffffft... He's kiddn'," he muttered to himself with a slight laugh. "No way that's what he thought for a 'reward'."

There was no way Katsuya told himself for what seemed to be the umpteenth time later that day, that Kaiba had seriously considered playing against him in duel monsters. Particularly since all of his own interest in playing against the guy had vanished with the 'come back when you have 10,000 cards' comment he'd made after being asked about perhaps playing a round with him. Still, he thought as the doctors affixed a cast around his still blindingly painful arm, he supposed it was worth a shot.

Which was probably why, during Gym class the next day, he found himself watching Kaiba rather than his actual friends as he sat out with a frown. He had to admit- for all of the guy's asshole-ish-ness (Hell, the guy was the very definition of the word 'ass'), he was fairly good in the class. He'd have thought, Katsuya told himself as he looked up from his messy, left-hand-written homework, that someone who spent their time out of class with card games would be a fairly weak guy. Heck he mentally added, look at Yugi.

No offense to the kid. But he was a twig.

Lo and behold however, as Kaiba sent another ball over the net Katsuya noted that not only was the teen definitely not performing moves that he could sneeze at now that he was on the sidelines rather than actually playing against him, but... He mentally groaned, almost snapping his pencil in half as he grit his teeth. Well damn it, he was really good! He didn't even know a guy's body could bend that way over a net! Of course... When he thought back, Kaiba had been the one to tell Yugi off about sitting inside during break... Regardless of the fact that he was doing the same thing, with an English book of sorts. What was it... Nitch? Nietch? Something.

He flushed as the teen looked over at him with narrowed eyes, before returning to his work red-faced. Shit, getting caught staring would not be a good thing to add to his day... Considering how pissed Karita was when he told the teacher that he'd have to sit out of gym class for what would pretty much amount to two months. Katsuya looked over his work with those thoughts, scowling at the messy hiragana and kanji meeting his eyes. Alright. Regardless of how well he normally did in class, even he knew this was bullshit. "Damn it..." The bell rang, and he stuffed the papers back in his bag with a scowl. On the bright side, he told himself as he made his way to the school entrance now that class was over, he could at least start the second part of his project.

Namely following Kaiba back to his house. And, he thought to himself with a grin, he could easily just say that the guy had told him to come over when Kaiba decided to question his presence. Seeing how he'd actually told him to stop by his house if he changed his mind. He grinned, before a voice from behind made him jump and knock his injured arm into a wall. "Achk!" Oh god... Pain... Ow...

"Hey Jonouch- Ahh! Shoot!" Yugi panicked as he watched his friend tense up, hands on his head for a few seconds before he calmed down slightly. "Err... Are you alright..?"

Katsuya blinked, before putting up a smile to hide the throbbing pain his arm was now in. "Y-Yea, it's no big deal!" Ow ow ow ow... Continuing to grin he watched as Anzu and Honda appeared behind Yugi, before adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder with a free arm. "So," the boy asked, "What's goin on?"

The blond shrugged before Anzu stepped in, gesturing to the side. "Well, we were planning on going to Burger World for a bit, just to talk you know?" She had a hidden look that said 'I have work, and if I have to live with the fact that you guys know, you can sit there with me... Or else'. "You've been pretty quiet lately, so..." The girl trailed off, leaving the statement hanging as the others nodded in agreement.

The teen looked at the three, before shaking his head. Much as he wanted too... He kinda needed to get as much a head start on this stupid assignment as possible now that his damn arm was in pieces. "Nah, I can't guys. Gotta finish my homework for once..."

Honda laughed, adjusting his back as he grinned. "Never thought I'd hear that!" Shaking his head, he turned to the others and continued. "Come on- we can go to burger world another time right?" At the nods of the others he took off, Anzu following behind while Yugi paused to turn to Katsuya. For a moment, he merely stared. This quickly broke off into a large smile however.

"See you later, Jonouchi!" Katsuya nodded as the diminutive teen walked off, before watching as Kaiba left the building as well. Alright. Time to put the plan into action...

Getting outside, he quickly realized how hard that would be. "Awwwww crap..." Particularly since Kaiba was pretty much one of the only students who took a freaking car home. Let alone the fact that it was a fairly noticeable rolls royce. "Crap crap crap crap crap..." Didn't this just put a stick in his plans...

As he muttered this to himself however it seemed that for once Kaiba's arrogance was going to come in handy. In fact, the car pulled back to stop beside him only a few seconds after it pulled away from the building. Watching with a slight frown as the window rolled down before him he held back an insult, narrowing his eyes as Kaiba smirked from the inside of the vehicle. "You look fairly pathetic with that arm Mutt," he said, leaning back against the seat before raising an eyebrow. "But not pathetic enough to forget which way your house is. Any particular reason why you're suddenly going the opposite direction?"

He bit his lip, before frowning. Ok, play it off... Because if Kaiba realized he was stalking him there would likely be blood. And snark. But mostly blood. Yea. "Tch- Since when was it any of yer business rich-boy? Nothin' wrong with going tah catch up with my friends!" In all actuality, he had no clue how much money Kaiba had though, thinking back to that 'rich boy' comment. But given the look of the car he had, and earlier mentions of 'mansion', it was probably a lot. Plus the name Kaiba, and KaibaCorp... (Though he couldn't possibly OWN that company right?)

The teen rolled his eyes at the 'insult', before looking back at the blond with a momentary frown. "Excepting that I saw them leaving in the other direction..." A smirk came back on his face, and his eyes narrowed with slight mirth. "...Hnhnhnhnhn... I don't suppose that you got tired of being their 'pet' and decided to take the offer I gave you before," he asked, turning his attention to the blond even further.

Katsuya tensed, gritting his teeth. "I ain't anyone's pet Kaiba, and the only reason why I'm ev'n headin' this way is because I have nuthin' better to do!" There was a sarcastic laugh from inside the car, before the teen moved to the other side of the vehicle and popped the door open. ...Ah... What?

"Please," he said with a smirk. "Come on in; no doubt you're curious about my earlier offer after all..." E-EH! Seriously. What. What the hell... What the hell was he planning? Telling him to 'get in', what?

The blond stood there a moment, as though weighing his options. Yes, this would get him closer to Kaiba, therefore getting him more stuff to put in his 'article'. On the other hand, for all he knew the freak was going to stab him and dump his body in an alley or something or... He mentally shook himself off, before hopping in and swinging the bag to his side. Bah, he could handle himself, even with a broken arm! Watching as the door shut automatically (Fancy, he thought to himself idly), he refused to meet Kaiba's gaze, instead looking to the side with a frown and crossing his arms. "Only 'cause I'm curious," he said tensely, ignoring the seatbelt to his side. "Nothin' else."

Kaiba snorted, before crossing his own arms and leaning forwards slightly with a small smirk. "Of course," he said, before turning his attention to the front. "Take us to the house, and no pit stops."

The chauffeur nodded. "Of course, Kaiba-sama." The car took off down the streets, Katsuya not even realizing that Yugi had seen the entire thing after coming back to return a borrowed textbook.

It wasn't until they arrived at the 'house' that Katsuya quickly realized just how rich the 'rich boy' really was in reality. "Holy shit," he shouted, Kaiba rolling his eyes at the reaction to the enormous building. "Th's place 's huge! How loaded are y', money-bags?"

Kaiba scoffed, the gate to the house opening as the car pulled in to enter the drive way. Rather than answering himself, it was the chauffeur who clarified for the teen. "'Loaded' being the most crude of terms," he said with a well meaning chuckle, "I can effectively say that he has more than you could ever dream, being the CEO of Kaiba Corporation."

"Hehhh!" Katsuya turned to the teen, eyes wide with either partial awe, or maybe even respect. "You OWN KaibaCorp?" Sheesh, no wonder he was so uptight about gaming. His entire career was built on it. Though... He was pretty sure KaibaCorp was really new to the whole gaming deal and- Wait. He frowned, though surprise was still fairly evident on his face as he shook his head and turned to the side. "Wait wait wait... Yer still in high school, so how..."

The teen rolled his eyes, hopping out of the car as he waited for Katsuya to do the same. "None of your business mutt- and if you plan on making it past my front door," he continued almost warningly, "I suggest you drop any questions on the subject."

Katsuya blinked, swallowing nervously as he stepped out of the car to watch it leave for the garage. "Er... Al... Alright..." Whatever he said then... He turned, watching as Kaiba headed for the front door and opened it to let the blond follow behind. "Soooooooo..."

"Nee-sama!" The teen jumped as what looked to be a black blur came and charged towards Kaiba, before clearing up to be what was apparently a young boy. He quickly pulled back from his brother (Though Katsuya could swear he heard 'sister', not 'brother'), looking at the blond before staring back up at Kaiba. "Er... Nii-sama," he said semi-nervously, bringing his voice down a notch. "Welcome home! Who's-"

The boy was pushed aside, his brother not even looking down as he moved past. "Not now Mokuba, I'm busy..." Katsuya followed after the teen somewhat, the door hanging somewhat open behind him as he gave the boy a glance.

Said boy, Mokuba, scowled as the two passed, shutting the door with an angry slam before walking off behind them. It was more than evident that he felt hurt. Feeling slightly sorry for the kid, Katsuya turned back and stopped following the boy's brother with a scowl. "Oii... Kaiba," he called out, stowing his free hand in his pocket. "You can't be too busy t' spend time with him if you've got me over can yah?" He frowned, while Kaiba merely turned with a glare. "I mean heck," the blond continued with a snarl, "You should always have time for family!" He'd give anything if he could see his sister after all- what gave the rich-boy the right to just ignore his little brother? Though in hindsight he realized as Kaiba turned back, maybe he shouldn't be biting the hand that was giving him something.

Whatever that something was, of course.

While Mokuba gave the blond a slightly hopeful, if not surprised glance, Kaiba merely frowned. "You know Mutt, I was going to offer you a chance to face me in a duel monster's game," he began, before smirking and giving a small look toward his brother. "But now that I think about it, I'll let my brother decide on a 'reward' instead. It'll give me more time to work," the teen continued, "And I'll have two less distractions to deal with." Two-

Katsuya tensed, looking at the fallen expression on Mokuba's face before going red. Oh come on..! "What th' hell's wrong with you," he growled, ignoring the fact that Kaiba could likely kick him out any time he wanted. "Isn' this y'r brother? An' aren't you th' one who invited me here in the first place?"

The teen merely continued walking toward a nearby door, snorting. "Take it or leave it mutt- but for now, I'll be in my room." With that he left, the blond clenching his left fist until the nails began digging into his skin. Well wasn't that just great. Jerk at school, in public, and even to his own family.

What an absolutely cheery place to stay in. It took a few moments before Mokuba's voice pulled him from his thoughts of just how much of a jackass the kid's brother was, a light tugging accompanying the sound. 'Hey'... 'Hey'... "HEY," he finally shouted, accidentally tugging at the teen's injured arm while he was at it.

"Ackh!" The blond flinched, the boy doing the same as they drew back from each other.

"Er... Whoops?" They fell into an awkward silence, before the boy spoke up again. "Um... I can get something to eat if you want," he said with a small shrug. "...You don't look like you get much decent food." Eh? Food? Despite being related to such an asshole, Mokuba was being surprisingly... Civil about this. "No offense or anything," the added somewhat hastily as Katsuya stared- though it sounded kind of like he actually did mean some form of offense in a way with the suspicious look he was receiving.

He supposed that came from being told to give him a 'reward' of sorts though. Katsuya inwardly seethed at that thought, still frowning- what, the great Seto Kaiba wasn't good enough to just say thank you and be done with? At least he had something else to put on his paper- Not only was Kaiba a billion dollar CEO, he also had a kid brother.

Who he apparently treated like shit just as much as he would any other person. And well... Food sounded good. "Sure," he finally said, shrugging slightly. "An' heck, don't sweat it about the food... Somethin' tells me anythin' here is better than what I get at home." He sighed, before frowning as Mokuba pulled a butler over to get some food made. "What was that all about anyways? I mean... He isn't the nicest guy on the planet," Try he's the 'worst', he added mentally, "But even I'd figure he'd be a lil' better towards..."

Mokuba shook his head. "It's fine... Nii-sama gets like that every once in a while..." He had a sad smile on his face, and slowly led Katsuya over to a coat room of sorts. "I'm used to it now..." He gestured over to the hangers in the room. "Hang your stuff up here," he told the blond. "You don't wanna carry a backpack around with your arm like that right?"

"Er..." No. No he didn't. "...Thanks..." Sheesh, he didn't expect this kinda treatment... Putting his bag on the side with a little difficulty, he ended up doing the same with his uniform jacket, hanging it on the closet door knob despite Mokuba's raised eyebrow- putting it on was just a little hard with the cast in the way, so he'd opted to wear it on only one arm for the moment. And hanging it up was just as difficult really. Turning back to look at Mokuba, he blinked. "So... Er... How old are yah anyways kid?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms. "It's 'Mokuba', not 'kid' to you," he said, reminding Katsuya of the kid's older brother almost instantly. "...And I'm 10," he continued with a grin. "11 in July! I start middle school next year!" Ah- Middle school huh...

Katsuya blinked, momentarily distracted by the immensity of the building yet again before smiling somewhat ridiculously as he looked back to the kid. "Ten huh... That's great!" Hahaha... A ten year old was Yugi's height. That... That figured, it really did...

Mokuba nodded as they continued down the hall, the grin on his face slowly becoming more honest. "Hehehe... Yep- I'm also the VP of KaibaCorp," he said with casual pride, leading Katsuya over to the kitchen.

Vice President huh... Wow. "That's pretty cool- WAAAAIIIIT..." He shook himself, looking down at the boy incredulously as he stopped walking. "Did... Didn' you just say you were still in grade school..?" What what WHAT. How. HOW, he asked himself mentally, just. Augh.

HOW? The kid smirked, bringing Katsuya over to a rather large looking dining room. "Haha! That's cause I got tired of tutors all the time! Seriously, I was locked in my room all day..." That sounded... Fun. The boy took a seat, his grin still in place as he gestured about the room. "Seriously, look around! What do you see?"

Katsuya stared for a moment, before blinking. "Nyhh... Honestly?" There was a nod, and he grinned. "This place is huge! It's like a castle," the blond laughed, eyes shining somewhat. "I mean hell, you've got servants an' maids an'... An'... Maaaaaaaan..." He trailed off, before noting that Mokuba's expression had faded slightly and dropping his grin.

"Yea- it's great right?" That didn't sound... "It's lonely though," Mokuba added seriously, crossing his arms as he looked down. "You saw nii-sama out there; that's him on a good day! I never even see him smile now, and if it wasn't for school," he continued almost miserably, "I wouldn't get to see anyone my age!" He paused, before scowling. "Even then, the kids I hang around with are too scared to really be 'friends'..." Though there was a look there that said 'yay lackies'. Or at least, that's what it looked like to him.

An awkward silence fell over the table, food coming in but remaining untouched as servants left the pair alone in the room once more. Why... "Why are yah tellin' me this," he asked, eyes dimming somewhat. It was really, really unnerving to tell the truth. Especially since he had just met the kid. Not to mention the servants and food and... ...And the time...

Shit his dad was going to kill him- he was supposed to go job hunting after school. Mokuba apparently didn't notice the discomfort that Katsuya suddenly felt however, instead giving him a sad smile and shrug. "Honestly? Your the first person my big brother's ever brought home for something other than a 'death match'," he said with quotes. "The only other person he ever talks about is some guy named 'Mutou Yugi' from his school- and that's just because he lost a game to him..." He scowled again, before sighing and forcing a bit of food into his mouth. "I'm tempted to thank him for it," he said between mouthfuls and swallows, "But after today..." The sentence didn't need to be finished really. But...

"Wait, wait..." Katsuya shook his head, ignoring the grumbling his stomach was sounding off with to give Mokuba a wide eyed stare. "Yugi? He ended up playin' a game with your brother any way?" No names, he told himself as a warning- Calling that guy 'Kaiba' in front of someone with the same last name would be weird... But Yugi playing a game of duel monsters with him? What? "He never said anything like that..." Which was weird, because... Well. Yugi told him a lot of things. At least a lot more than he himself would be comfortable sharing.

Nonetheless the boy shrugged, sticking to what he'd said. "Whatever... Point is, things have gotten hectic since then... He's getting a lot less sleep..." He sighed, poking his plate of food. "I'm kinda worried actually..."

Katsuya frowned slightly, before taking a fork to eat his own dish. Looking down on it now actually, it took all he could not to instantly go pale with shock. This was steak. As in pay-through-your-nose-for-a-gram AAA meat! Yet for some reason he didn't feel that hungry right now. "...Hey," he said, using a tone that he'd once used as a kid with his little sister, "It'll be fine alrigh'? I mean..." The blond poked his food a little, silently hoping that what he said wouldn't be used against him (Like how he was using all of this in his report for Japanese. Damn, now he felt like an ass...). "You've still got each other righ'? Me, I don' even get to see my sibling," he half whispered. Mentioning siblings when he otherwise wouldn't would be something to do for the steak. Because... Damn. Steak. Also to ease his feelings of asshole-ish-ness, which were likely being inflicted by the boy sitting across from him. The fiend!

Worse than Yugi damn it, and Yugi didn't even do that on purpose! "Huh?" Mokuba frowned, blinking a few times as Katsuya was pulled from his thoughts. "What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow, wondering what the teen was getting at as the blond blinked.

Katsuya shrugged, a fake smile in place as he attempted to cut some of the steak. "Mom split when I was 8," he began, voice a little quiet. "Shizuka-chan was 6. Haven't seen her since." He didn't blame them though he decided as he struggled to cut the steak with one hand. Hell, it was probably for the best that they got out of there before the real damage started. As to anything more on that subject... Well, he wouldn't be saying anything.

Simple as that. Across from him, Mokuba seemed to stare for a few moments before going to his food again in silence. "...Sorry," he finally said, not looking back up. "Must be hard..." Hard..? Well...

"Nah," he said, silently cursing the steak as it moved around on the plate under the knife. "It's fine... I get letters sometimes..." A loud screech pierced the air as the knife scraped against the plate, Katsuya finally giving in with a scowl. Stupid, fucking...

Mokuba moved around the table, lightly shoving the teen aside in an attempt to take his place. "Here," he said, sounding slightly annoyed after the ear-splitting noise. "I'll cut it."

He moved back, attempting to take the knife back from the boy. "It's fine," he said, also feeling agitated at the moment- he could cut meat himself, sheesh... "I'll manage, alrigh'?"

The boy would apparently have none of it however, and managed to steal the plate away to the other side with a grin as Katsuya reached out with his bad arm only to hiss. ACK- Not good, not- "HAH." Cutting the steak into pieces as Katsuya seethed on the other end, he smirked, rolling his eyes. "Sheesh, you're worse than Seto-niisama when it comes to pride... It's just steak." Steak that was being cut for him like it would for a baby! As the teen growled slightly, Mokuba's grin grew, a chuckle meeting the air. "Hahaha, no wonder nii-sama calls you a mutt, you even sound like one!"

"Rggg..." This probably wasn't helping. He rubbed his head, scowling as he looked across the table. "Where the heck did that name even come from!" Stupid Kaiba and his stu- Wait... A frown came over his face, the blond turning to Mokuba with a more confused expression. "Oiiii, hang on... Since when was I a topic tha' you two shared," he asked. "I thought y' said Yugi was th' only one y' did tha' with."

He shrugged, a rather neutral expression in place. "Eh... For some reason, for the past few days he's mentioned you a few times. Mostly, he called you Mutt," he added with a smirk, chuckling somewhat before pushing the plate back toward Katsuya. "Though I can't say I fault him for it- You sure do look the part," the boy added humorously, ignoring the growl he received in response. Abruptly, the expression died, and Katsuya suddenly regretted wearing a t-shirt. He had been using his cast and to block Mokuba's view of his good arm but now that he was trying to eat... "Holy crap... Where did you even get those bruises?"

Katsuya blinked, inwardly wincing. Right... His other arm was almost as injured as his 'good one'. "Er... Same reason I broke my arm," he said with a cough, shaking his head. "'S nothin' really." He put his fork down, bringing the fairly swollen and blue-black arm beneath the table. Out of sight out of mind right?

Apparently however, Mokuba wasn't ready to drop the subject. He walked past, ignoring Katsuya's protests and poked his head out the door. "Hey, Hobson! Come here for a second!" What..? There was a muttering from the other side of the door, and for a moment, the blond found himself frowning at the silent conversation going on. Finally however he heard Mokuba say something, the boy moving back from the door as he added one last shout. "Make sure nii-sama doesn't know!" He would if he kept shouting..! There was another mutter, and the boy turned back with a fairly conspiratory grin.

"O-oi," he muttered, "What w's tha' about?" Watching as Mokuba merely continued to grin the blond's scowl deepened. "An' what's with the look!" With those very words he found himself grabbed from behind by one of the guards that he'd seen in the house on the way to the room, face growing red as he turned back in protest. "Gh! What th'... OI, what's th' big idea!"

Mokuba rolled his eyes, before smirking as he laughed. "Oh please, stop whining or I actually WILL call you a dog..." Hoping on the chair that Katsuya had now effectively abandoned, he pulled the boy's good arm forwards and stared at it, ignoring the blond's wince. "Neh, Saruwatari," he said with a frown. "These caused by a fall?"

Sheesh, there was no way that these guys would know his old man did this by just loo- His eyes widened as the muscled, well dressed guard shook his head, the man having removed his sunglasses to get a better look at the arm. "Not at all; the way these are distributed, these came from a variety of things. A pan perhaps, or a bottle... They look bad," he added, "But in reality it wouldn't have taken much force to create these." GH- Oh come on..! That look seemed fairly pleased about revealing this fact. That or disgusted about holding him, Katsuya thought with a growl. Quite honestly, he wanted out of the grip himself, and if it wasn't for the fact that he kinda/sorta liked Mokuba for the moment, he'd have attempted to fight his way out by now.

That and the fact that his arms hurt like hell. "OII!" Nonetheless ignoring the pain he squirmed slightly, still attempting to move out of the guard's grip. "Since when did you care 'bout how I got 'n a hospital?" Seriously, they met today! What the hell... Differences between big-brother/little-brother were just a little frightening right now. Maybe more than that actually.

The boy before him scoffed, before letting Saruwatari drop the teen back to his feet with a swift gesture. "Since you're the first person who I've ever seen to actually talk your way out of a 'reward' from my older brother, that's what," he answered bluntly. "Ignoring the fact that you're probably a moron for it..." Gee, thanks... The boy crossed his arms, sitting on the chair with an odd look of respect in his eyes even as he stared at the ground. "I've never... NEVER seen anyone, no matter what age, bother rejecting any kind of offer when they were already here. Never," he repeated, looking back up at the blond before him. "The fact you did that just because he pushed me aside is..." He covered an expression of surprise with a smirk, before shaking his head. "Anyways, I'm sure he'll tell me off about this later," he went on, "But I mind as well take advantage of the lack of restrictions he put on your reward. So," the boy shouted with a grin. "Consider yourself the guest for the night!"

Katsuya blinked. And then blinked again. Mokuba thankfully had the sense to plug his ears before the realization really set in. (Saruwatari on the other hand, visibly winced.) "WHAT!" He stared at the boy, shaking his head. Nooooo... No fucking way, that was... "Are y'... Are y' crazy? I can' stay here!" This place was waaaayyy to ritzy, way way way too ritzy, and there was noooo way he'd keep this quiet... Well, maybe he would keep it quiet, but holy shit...

Mokuba shrugged, unphased by the reaction. "If you're worried about your dad, we could always call him and-" UH, NO.

"Er, that's fine!" Mokuba blinked at the sudden defense, before the teen coughed and shook himself with a sigh. "'S fine... But... Why are you offerin' me to stay the night? At all," he added, expression growing fairly serious. Hell, if he wasn't so sure that Kaiba might actually kill him for it, he'd probably be ok. Heck, any night outside of his own house was great at the moment but... Still. Seriously. Right... Right out of the blue...

Another shrug, and one of Mokuba and Kaiba's maids came into the room. "Something just tells me that if I do this," he said with a smirk, "The bruises will disappear faster. Consider this your reward for... Well. What ever it is you did for my brother, alright," he continued, hands behind his back as he smiled. It looked, for a moment, like Mokuba had been about to say something else. In the end however, he hadn't... So Katsuya was left standing there with a sigh, wondering what it was. Seriously, what had been so damn important?

He rubbed his head with his good hand, groaning. "I don' s'ppose I could jus' r'fuse it..." There was a grin from Mokuba, and the boy shook his head.

"Nope! Already had your things confiscated- and I'm willing to bet that's your only uniform right?" The scowl from Katsuya told him that was a yes, and he continued grinning. "Alright! In the meantime," the boy shouted as he hopped from the chair, "You get to play games with me!" Wait wh-

Katsuya frowned, mouth open with disbelief. "Hang on what? How'd I end up wi' that?" He wasn't here to babysit! (That was what the guys in suits were there for right?)

The boy frowned as well, crossing his arms. "Well if you don't, I'll make sure Nii-sama thinks that you were a complete pain, and whatever I bug him with will affect his treatment towards you." Before Katsuya could respond to that, Mokuba's eyes narrowed. "And trust me, it CAN get worse."

He gulped, silently picturing the worst. So far it was... Kaiba. With a steak knife. For some reason there was a shower as well, wasn't sure why... "Alrigh'... Alrigh'," he muttered with a sigh. "Let's go..." The sigh was given again when Mokuba's reaction was to jump up and cheer, before grabbing him by his good arm to pull him away through the door, turning to the maid standing at the side for a moment.

"Just make sure to be ready to show him his room for the night later, ok?" The maid nodded, gaining another groan from Katsuya as he was pulled down to another room. Oh come ON...

"So," the boy began, releasing Katsuya's arm before pulling a board from the side of the room with a grin. "Ever play CapMon?"

The next few hours would effectively be the weirdest few he'd ever had in his life. Which was saying something, given what had happened in the past few days of it.

AN: Ahhh CapMon. That which was reduced to a really, really weird and equally short spin off series during the YuGiOh anime. It was, oddly enough, introduced in the Manga by none other than Mokuba, who later seeks revenge for Kaiba's earlier game using it. Among other things that you'll have to read the manga for.

Mokuba is likely a tad OOC here; I can't be too sure, since the only time we see him this early on is around Yugi... Who has effectively invoked the brat's bad side by that point. For that same reason, Mokuba is little more than an annoying, bratty little twit who one would likely enjoy shooting in the head.

I don't know if it's my psychology class, but for some reason, no matter how many times I look at those bratty days of his, I can't hate the kid!

Seto may or may not be as well... But before anyone even mentions 'SETO WOULDN'T DO THAT TO MOKUBA', I will point you to the manga; because before Yugi did his mind-crush thing (Handily placed in the first episode of the Anime, which skips over the manga completely. Unless you swear by Toei as well. And green hair.)... Kaiba was a BIGGER jerk. Hard to imagine, true... But imagine how he treats just about everyone in the anime INITIALLY... Multiply it a few times... And then aim that at his brother. The man was HEARTLESS. Hence the actual minimal level of shock in the above chapter on little 'Mokie's part.

On another note... Those of you who know Japanese, or at least enough to survive on FF with the weeaboos around (a group I'm likely included in), will have already guessed just where this is going. If you didn't with the prologue at least. You'll definitely get it soon enough though.

On still another note; half way through editing this, I already have a review! Thank you very much, and to all others reading, I hope you enjoy what comes next! Happy reading~