But now that we've done some time, and I know who you are...

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It was truly amazing how many people one could cram onto the Kaibas' front lawn. Literally hundreds of people had come out for interviews, and only Ren had made it. One of hundreds, and she had the responsibility of shooing all of them off of the property. Not so difficult with the right bluff and a good poker face, but she usually didn't get that lucky. Fortunately enough, the Kaibas themselves were shrouded in mystery, and nobody knew what kind of security measures they had installed for loiterers and solicitors.

After shooing the last of the stragglers off of the Kaibas' lawn, Ren made her way back into the manor and proceeded to gawk about at the extravagance of the whole place. She allowed herself to get lost in the moment, nearly tripping over a coffee table. The mansion was ridiculous, and more lived in than she had assumed. It felt... like a home. Not a place that Kaiba crashed at every once in a while, it had a very distinct aura of livelihood.

But that may have just been because Mokuba lived there all year 'round. Who knew?

"So, you've already seen most of the lower floor, so let's just go on upstairs." Mokuba grinned, nudging the coffee table back into place, walking Ren to the stairs. He led her around the house, pointing out whose rooms belonged to whom, where she could go, and which rooms were off limits. Of course they had their secrets, they were a fairly well known family, but still so shrouded in mystery. Who were their parents? How did they come into so much money?

"And this is Seto's room." Said Mokuba, patting a pair of oak double-doors, "Do your best to stay out of here; Seto likes his privacy, obviously. If you really have to go in there, don't knock, just burst in and make it your goal to catch him wanking off."

Ren smirked, cocking an eyebrow at the mid-teen. "Aren't you a bit old to have a babysitter? You're, like, fourteen, right?"

"I'm fifteen, thanks." Mokuba corrected with a slight smile, continuing on with the tour, "I asked for a 'nanny', though. Just because it kinda gets lonely around here. I mean, the maids are all nice, but they're all pretty old. I just like someone to talk to."

She nodded following him through the manor as he pointed out bathrooms and, if need be, emergency exits and fire extinguishers. "I can respect that, I guess. You don't have a lot of friends, then?"

"Not really." He said, "To be honest, everyone that I could consider a real friend is out of high school and on the DM circuts. But this whole 'babysitter' thing worked out well for both Seto and I. He's pretty paranoid, for seeming so chill all the time. You have no idea how often crazies come out of the woodwork and try to kidnap me for ransom. I've been fine for the past year or so, but you never know."

Ren frowned, brow furrowing. Kidnapping? Crazies? She shook her head. They truly were a different kind of family, older brother bringing home the bacon for the rest of the family, all so they could live on their own. It was almost admirable, how the elder Kaiba had to give up his teen years in order for the two of them to live without a hitch...

But then she remembered that this was Seto Kaiba she was thinking of. Nothing he did was ever that noble.

"So, that's pretty much the whole house." Said Mokuba, finding his way back to the kitchen and settling down into a plush barstool, "And I think what's going to happen is that you'll drive me to school, pick me up afterwards, hang out with me until Seto gets home, and you'll be off. Maybe stay for dinner, if Seto's in the mood. But you'll probably be doing that often after you've been here for a while. You'll grow on him."

"I doubt that." Ren snorted, plopping down next to the teen, propping her elbow onto the counter, "He doesn't like me, and I don't really like him either."

Mokuba laughed, tracing the polished marble pattern of the bar counter with his index finger. "You'll grow on him." he repeated, "Even if you have to force it. If I like you, he'll tolerate you. It's as simple as that."

"Oh, really?" She smirked, slouching over onto the counter and resting her cheek on a fleshy bicep, "I sat behind him in my Statistics class, and across the room in English. I think I've only ever actually talked to the guy once, and it wasn't an enjoyable experience. I don't really like people with big egos, and that guy's head... wow."

"Yup, that's my brother in a nutshell!" Mokuba chuckled, shaking his head, "He's really not like that at home, though. He'll be... normal enough here."

'Normal'. Ren really wanted to get his definition of the word 'normal', but she would pick that apart in time. They were worlds apart, Ren and the Kaibas, but she was at least a little optimistic. Perhaps she could find a way to see where they were coming from... as time passed.

"Food now?"

"You bet!" The teen grinned, "What are you making?"

"Well, I'm not a world-class chef, but I can make a mean..." Ren paused, gazing into the fridge. Caviar, salmon fillets, crab, filet mignon, fresh scallops... "No peanut butter and jelly?"

"Psh, I wish." He laughed, "There's really not a lot of junk food in the house, I have to go out and find it on my own."

She blinked twice, perplexed. Peanut butter and jelly was junk food? "Maybe I'll just call in a pizza..."