Chapter 5
After they had taken lunch, Yami dialed his home phone number and gave the phone to Seto.
Hello? Mutou Residence.
“Good morning. May I please speak to Mutou Sugoruko?”
Who’s calling please?
“Kaiba Seto,”
Oh my God! It’s you! Hello! I’m Mutou Yuugi! It’s very nice talking to you, Mr Kaiba! Please wait for a moment! I’m going to get Jiichan!
“Yes, yes, pleasure,” he heard the boy place the phone on the table. “You’re brother’s a very hyper child, I presume,”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” Yami chuckled in his wheelchair.
Mr Kaiba! I-is Yami ok? He didn’t cause you any trouble, did he?
“Calm down, Ojiisan, Yami is absolutely very fine and in perfect condition,” Seto saw Yami roll his eyes. “Although I have done an utmost violation of my promise to you,”
Dear, dear. Is there something wrong, Mr Kaiba?
“I’m afraid I cannot explain in words, Ojiisan, but you have to see for yourself to understand,”
I see, I see. Well, I’m looking forward to seeing you two tomorrow afternoon.
“Thank you for your time, Ojiisan,” he heard the old man put the phone back in its cradle. “Well,” he turned to his partner sitting on the wheelchair beside him, “Looks like he doesn’t suspect a thing. Even though I said something had happened to you,”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” said Yami, looking down on his injured feet. “He’s going to kill me, I tell you,”
“He won’t, alright?” he pushed the wheelchair to the living room. “Look, have your nurse change your clothes and we’re going somewhere quiet. That’s what the blackmailer wants us to do. Seems like that the secluded place we have chosen to build our rest house isn’t so secluded anymore. Damn paparazzi don’t go away. Those ******** should get shot,”
“Then have your bodyguards shoot them and throw them in the sea, and have the sharks eat them,”
“You’re too sadistic, Mutou, have you ever heard to forensic science?” he asked him. “You can’t get away from science, you know,”
“I know. But if you do it well enough, you might be able to cheat science,” Yami replied, “Besides, how can they know? The sharks will eat them. And they can’t put luminol in the sea. It might kill the fish.”
Seto smirked. “You’re good,”
“I know,”
“Excuse me, Sir, but one of your investors has arrived without notice,” a servant kneeled by the door. “He is by the retinal scanner at the entrance asking for permission to enter,”
“Who is it?” Seto asked.
“It is Bakura Yamino,” ( cool
“Let him in,”
“Hai,”
“Ah, Kaiba, it’s nice to see you again,” Bakura Yamino offered him a handshake. Seto took it, nodding. “And who is this pretty young lady?” he said, seeing Yami in another tee and shorts.
“I beg that you will forgive me for my rudeness, Bakura-san, but I am not a girl,” said Yami, glaring at the white haired middle aged man.
“Excuse my classmate, Bakura,” said Seto. He didn’t want to lose one of the biggest investors of his company.
“No harm done, Kaiba,” said Bakura, turning to Seto. “Can I talk to you privately?” Seto nodded and left with him.
“Hmph,” Yami pouted and made his way out the living room to the porch. “To hell with all the people who think I’m a girl,”
Bakura was one of the biggest investors of Kaiba Corp, and one of the few who get to talk with Seto privately and gets a chance to visit his house, for that matter. Mokuba knew him, too, Yami assumed, remembering that Seto once told him that his brother was Kaiba Corp’s vice president and in charge of the financial department. At eleven, he had that much responsibility? Damn.
“Yami-sama, is everything alright?” Otogi Ryuuji, (9) Yami’s hired nurse, asked him. “You seem disappointed for some reason,”
“It’s just that that albino with Seto irritates me. He thought I was a girl,” he said, not looking at the white dressed young man. “‘A pretty young, ******** lady,’ he said. I hate it!”
“Would you like to take a walk in the gardens to cool off?” Otogi asked him, getting ready to push the chair.
Yami chuckled. “Maybe you mean a stroll in the gardens? You of all people very much know that I can’t walk at the moment,” he looked up at the black haired, diced earring dude.
“There, now that I have heard you laugh, I think that the anger has gone away slightly?” Otogi smiled at him. Yami smiled back. “Would you like a hat, Yami-sama? The sun is shining awfully bright today,”
“I guess so, yes,”
Otogi had gotten him a hat around the house, something that women in the beach wore. But it was something not too girly. Otogi brought him to the gardens, and they stayed under one of the large trees that provided them with shade. “Peaceful, is it not, Yami-sama?”
“Yes, it is,” Yami removed the hat from his head, and inhaled the fresh air. “It’s so…beautiful,”
A few hundred feet from the tree was where Seto and Bakura stood, in another part of the house with a porch. “I see that you have a very beautiful guest, Kaiba. Ever wondered if he liked you?”
“He is simply here for a project partnership, nothing else, Bakura,” said Seto, taking a sip of the wine in his hand.
“Oh, but why let the opportunity slip, dear Kaiba? Go on and ask him, before someone else gets him,” Bakura chuckled, also sipping his wine. “I for one, will not let that beauty slip from my hands,”
“Yeah, well, I can admit that we do not have anything between us,” Bakura was already pissing him off, he just didn’t show it.
“Mind if I stay the night, Kaiba?” he asked, “I am to meet my son tomorrow, and I am only here for a meeting, to get back to Osaka tomorrow after I meet my son.”
“The servants will show you to your room,” Seto, pissed off, put down the wine glass on the coffee table together with the wine bottle and left the room. “Beauty slip from my hands my a**, you son of a b***h,” he followed Yami to the gardens. “Yami!”
“What are you doing here?” Yami watched him getting closer. “I thought you were talking to that white haired son of a b***h,”
“I was, but I walked out on him,” he said, trying to catch his breath. Otogi started fanning him. Seto raised his hand, ordering him to stop. “He’s going to stay, just for the night,”
“What?!”
“He’s one of my biggest investors; I can’t just send him away!”
“Whatever,” was all that he said. “How’s our project with Isono?”
“Encoded, printed and already in a clear book,” Seto leaned on the tree trunk. “You wanna eat out? I don’t think I can stand being on the same table with him,”
“Sure, if you can fit a wheelchair in your Porsche,” Yami agreed.
“Who said we’ll be taking the Porsche?” Seto smirked. “We’re taking the limo. Otogi, take whatever Yami needs and put it somewhere hand carried. You’ll be going with us. I’m calling Mokuba,” and a after a few steps, “Put socks on Yami’s feet, in case it attracts attention and gets us to the news,”
Yami watched him walk away. “How come a few hours ago, he was calling me by my surname, now he’s calling me by my given name? Why the hell is wrong with him?”
Otogi chuckled. “One sign that he’s starting to like you,” he pushed the chair, headed for the house. “You reckon he fancies you more than you think?”
“Kaiba Seto? Fancy me?” Yami laughed at the impossible notion. “Tell me one good reason, one good thing about me that he found attractive? That he found worthy to notice,”
“Well, for a male, you’re very beautiful. And you’re smart, you’re kind, and you’ve become really close to him this past two days,” said Otogi, lifting Yami up on the porch, and setting him down on the sofa. He went back to get his wheelchair. “And why’d you think he’d offer all these things if he didn’t like you? He got you me, he got you a wheelchair,” Otogi put him back on the chair. “And a US doctor to treat your scars. And it’s not just about the promise he made to your grandfather. I’m sure there’s something more,”
“And I’m pretty sure there isn’t any something more,”
“And oh, I also noticed you’ve got beautiful skin,”
“Don’t flatter me, Otogi-kun, I mean, look at my feet, they’re practically burned to the muscle,”
“Oh, come now, don’t be so sour, Yami-sama,” Otogi opened the door to his room. Seto had him switch rooms with one downstairs so that it would be easy for him to go around. “Come on; let’s change your clothes,”
“Clothes? I don’t think I brought that much clothes here,” said Yami, grabbing his bag that was by his bed.
“Do not be bothered by that, Yami-sama, for before I came here, Mokuba-sama gave me your measurements, and told me to buy you new clothes,” he said, taking out various clothing that are of expensive brands.
“Wh-what?!” Yami grabbed one. “But this costs like…more than a thousand dollars each! I don’t even know how much that costs in yen!” Otogi couldn’t make out his expression. All he could see was the ‘Holy s**t,’ expression.
“Shush, Yami-sama, but look, he got you new shorts,” Otogi smiled at him, holding up a purple pair of shorts.
“But I don’t wear shorts on occasions like this! Whatever the occasion is,” he frowned. “I told him not to do this. Why must he be so hard headed?!” he took off the tee he was wearing.
“Another sign that he likes you, Yami-sama,” said Otogi, handing Yami a black sleeved shirt and his blue and black Domino Dragons Seniors jacket. “Why do you think he keeps doing these things? Actions speak louder than words,”
“I don’t remember bring this here,” said Yami, taking the jacket.
“Oh, Mokuba-sama told me to get you your Seniors jacket so that you won’t scream when he tells me to buy those overly expensive hoodies,” he opened a new pair of socks. “Will you be ok if I put this on?”
Yami nodded and closed his eyes. “Yeah,” it stung a little, since Otogi’s fingers pressed onto his burnt skin a few times. He unbuttoned his jean shorts and put on white ones. “Do I look ok? This is the first time I’ve matched my Seniors jacket with shorts. White shorts at that note,”
“You look fine, Yami-sama,” Otogi smiled.
A few knocks on the door. Otogi opened it. “Are you two ready?” it was Seto. He was wearing a black skull printed hoodie and pants. He stepped in. “Looks like you are. Here,” he gave a box to Yami. “Use it. I’m going to have the limo ready,” he left.
“Open it, Yami-sama!” Otogi said excitedly.
“Chill, Otogi-kun, chill! You’re more excited than I am!” Yami chuckled. “It’s perfume,”
“Not just any perfume, Yami-sama, look,” he pointed to the glass bottle. It had Kaiba embossed on it. “It’s Seto-sama’s personal line,”
“What the…? Seto has his own line of perfume?!”
“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had his own line of clothes, or jewelry,” he said, folding Yami’s clothes and setting them on the bed. “Let’s go,” Otogi started to push the chair out the room.
“A-aren’t you going to change?” Yami asked, putting his hand on Otogi’s middle.
“Nurses on duty are required to wear their uniform, no matter where they are,” he said, continuing to push Yami out of the room. “So, it is quite alright, Yami-sama, I do not need a change of clothes,”
“Oh, ok then,” he said, seeing the limo appear as they went out the front gate gardens. “Do I look ok?” he asked Seto as they approached the limo. “Are shorts ok with the Seniors jacket?”
“You look fine, Yami, don’t fuss over it,” Seto helped Yami into the limo.
“Hey! Seto has a jacket just like that!” Mokuba pointed to the jacket he wore. “He doesn’t wear it though,”
Seto slid in and Isono closed the door. “I can have something better than that made. So I don’t have to wear it,”
“He wears it, Mokuba-san,” Yami piped in. “On school games,”
“Yeah, that one time I attended the regional Volleyball games,” he said, then heard Isono asked him where they were going. “Glorietta Malls,”
“G-Glorietta?!” Yami exclaimed. “I can’t go to Glorietta looking like this!”
“What’s wrong with what you wear? Most people go to Glorietta in shorts and tees!” Mokuba laughed. “It is an expensive place to go to, but that’s where upper class people get to be themselves; get to be simple, but still get there in style. That’s why we’re taking the limo,”
“Oh,”
“So don’t get all panicky,” Mokuba smiled at him as he put his on his earphones and listened to nobodyknows, and brought out one of the handheld gadgets Seto developed.
“And when you get attention, especially because you’re with us, you’ll be in the news in no time,” said Seto, turning his phone off. There was a bit of silence (Otogi was in the front seat), and Yami felt like he was going to pass out from sleepiness. Maybe he should have taken a nap. “So how’s the feet?”
Yami almost had his head back on the head rest, not until Seto spoke. “Huh? Oh! I think they’re fine,”
“Yami, the word ‘fine’ is an acronym for ******** up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. So you think your feet are ‘fine’?” Seto looked at him, raising a brow. “So?”
“You’re soooooo mean! Ok! Ok! My hurt when you touch them, happy now?”
“I was just messing with you,” Seto chuckled.
“Well, it’s wasn’t very funny,” Yami crossed his arms and pouted, facing away from Seto slightly.
“I wasn’t trying to be,”
Yami looked at him. “Hmph,”
“Can you cross your legs?”
“Nope. They hurt when I do it,” silence. “Uh…Seto, what do you plan to take up in college?”
“I’ve already finished college, Yami, I’m just going back to get a high school diploma,”
“Already finished? What do you mean?”
“I was already in college when I was ten, Yami, the year when Gouzaburou adopted us,”
“No wonder you’re valedictorian,”
“I’m not trying to be. It’s just that the things in school are so damn easy. It’s like I don’t have to think about it,” Seto sighed. “I’m a graduating high school student, and I’m a president of my own company, what more to they want?!”
“They? Who’s they?”
“Seto finished college at fourteen, Yami,” Mokuba cut in, taking off the earphones and keeping his gadget. “And at fifteen, he gained control of Kaiba Corp. Only problem was, Domino Law states that every kid Seto’s age has to go to school. He was no exception. So, Seto had to go back to school, in order to keep Kaiba Corp,” Mokuba saw Seto shake his head. “Whoops,”
“Wh-what?” Yami looked at Seto, then looked back to Mokie.
“I told you too much,” Mokuba blushed with guilt.
“Yeah,” said Seto. “He told you my story, well, half of it,”
“Well, at least only half of it, and now I know why you’re a damn genius. You know practically everything!”
“Yep, and I know that the nest lessons in Algebra for the next week are going to be Graphing Polynomial Equations, The Rational Zero Theorem, and Finding the roots, zeroes and factors of an equation using Synthetic Division,” Yami didn’t say anything, and raised his brow. “I hacked into Hotta’s computer in the faculty room. Wasn’t difficult,”
“And now I also know why can answer his questions without any solutions,” he once again crossed his arms.
“No, Yami, Seto’s just very good at solving math whatevers mentally. I tell you, he’s got a calculator embedded somewhere in his brain,” Mokuba laughed. “And he’s good at memorizing things, too,”
“Yeah. Like that time when we were supposed to compete for the Oratorical elimination. He memorized the whole essay in four days. Three pages of essay! Even I can’t do that! I’d need like, two or three weeks!”
“I won that oratorical,” said Seto, smirking. “You got second,”
“Don’t rub it in, b*****d; I know I’ll always be behind you academically,”
“Don’t forget, you won’t be having PE anytime soon, or dancing in the next dance,” it was kind of fun, teasing Yami.
“I don’t have the intention of dancing in the next dance, Seto. Nor do I have the disappointment of not being able to attend PE class for the next two to three weeks. Actually, that would be a nice time off,”
“And a nice line of seven grade,” Seto contradicted him. “You should do some extra credit in PE if you don’t want to get anything lower than 85, Yami.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Threatening you of what?”
“Of taking me out of the achievers’ list!”
“Maybe you mean, taking you out of being the salutatorian?”
Mokuba felt like there was electricity coming out of their eyes as they looked into each other. ‘His eyes…are so…blue…’ Yami thought, then snapped out, and blushed a hundred shades of red as he had his head down. “So-sorry,”
Seto raised a brow. “What’s with you? I never knew you blushed a lot,”
“That’s only when you’re around, Seto,” Mokuba chuckled. Yami went even redder.
“We’re here,” Yami felt the car stop, and one of Seto’s body guards opened the door.
Seto went out first, and reached for Yami’s hand. Yami hesitated. “Come on, Yami, sure a lot of people will see us. And we’ll be in the news in a few hours. Just let me get you on your chair.” Yami nodded and took Seto’s hand.
( cool Yami Bakura. Put the Yami and no in the Yami no Bakura together so that it’d sound like a name.
(9) He was the only one I could think of. Even though the nurse role didn’t fit him that much.
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