Games are serious business with a family whose business is games.
... Probably.
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Game night at the Kaiba Estate wasn't a game night, strictly speaking.
It never lasted a single night.
It was an event.
Usually, it was Mokuba and Noa who went out to gather snacks and drinks for the whole affair, while Seto prepared the game room. Roland would go out and gather any guests they'd invited, and the first thing that happened when everyone was gathered was a meal. Sometimes Seto would cook, sometimes they would order takeout. Sometimes, depending on the eldest Kaiba's mood, both.
Then, off to the game room they went, where everyone would take their favored chair and ready themselves for battle.
Seto preferred fighting games. Mokuba liked RPGs of all stripes but was particularly fond of MMOs. Noa liked anything that involved ridiculous explosions. Ryo preferred horror, Kisara liked sci-fi, and all these things usually played into everything they did. Because while Ryo and Kisara weren't officially part of the family, and thus part of the planning committee, they were there on the weekends often enough these days that it was an important consideration.
"All I mean to say is that Biohazard makes sense. The entire franchise is predicated on a virus." Kisara was gesticulating randomly. "What, precisely, does Resident Evil mean? How does it invoke anything like the original name?"
"The first game," Ryo said, "was set in a mansion. Like this one."
"With fewer secret passages," Mokuba put in.
Ryo stared at the young Kaiba for a beat, seeming to decide whether Mokuba was joking or not, before he said: "Zombies and mutated animals and other such things, you find them all in this mansion. Like they live there. Evil is a resident of the mansion. See?"
Kisara scowled. She didn't look convinced. "I still think Biohazard is the better name."
"But do you want to play it?"
"I enjoy decapitations," said Kisara, and this seemed to be answer enough for her. Ryo rolled his eyes, but he moved to turn on the PlayStation and handed her a controller, which she accepted. "So, this is a round robin event, yes? I will play until I am consumed. And then it will be Mokuba's turn to play. Then Noa's. Et cetera, et cetera."
Ryo nodded. "Correct."
"And why is my prince last?" Kisara asked.
"Because if we let Niisama play first," Mokuba cut in, "none of us will get to play."
"Aha." Kisara nodded. "He is a threat to you."
"Niisama is a threat to most people," Mokuba said. "You're special."
"I am the most special girl in all the land," Kisara declared.
Mokuba snorted with laughter. "Yes. Yes, you are."
"I want to be a special girl," Noa said, pouting.
"Find your own land," Kisara snapped.
"Children, children," said Seto, entering the room with an energy drink in one hand and a pair of gloves in the other, "there's a perfectly reasonable way to settle this." He sat down. "Whomever has the highest kill count at the end of the weekend is the most special girl."
He said this with all the seriousness of a politician behind a podium.
When Mokuba, and Ryo, started laughing, he looked confused.