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kittchaosYup, I had a chance during lunch today to start working on this chapter. I'm not sure how much, if any, of this will survive to the actual omake chapter I'll end up posting to ff.net, though.
Be warned! This is my first-writing rough draft so it is not edited, spell-checked or even re-read, yet.
The story that this will (hopefully) become the omake chapter for is Collateral Damage
Mokuba Night
"I'm home!" Seto called out as he closed the massive front door behind himself and placed his briefcase on the large console table in the front foyer. Not a moment too soon as Mokuba, at hearing his voice, ran through the tiled foyer at full speed, gaining enough momentum to slide on his socked feet into Seto, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist as he careened into him.
"Oof!" Seto found his arms closing around Mokuba's shoulders in an inadvertant hug at his brother's very exuberant greeting.
"Big brother!" Mokuba grinned impishly up at him. "I'm glad you're home!"
"So I see," Seto remarked dryly, though a smile lurked in his voice. His arms tightened into a true hug before he released Mokuba and stood up straight again. "Now, give me five minutes to change and..."
"Nope!" Mokuba interrupted. "Mokuba Night starts right now. Come on!" He grabbed Seto's hand and dragged him through the front door again. Seto noticed the limousine that had just dropped him off and pulled away to park in the detached garage was back in front of the house facing the outward bound direction.
"Where are we going, Mokuba?"
"To the mall," Mokuba replied. He waited by the passenger door, crossed his arms and tapped his foot.
It took nearly all of Seto's resolve to resist rolling his eyes or groaning at this announcement. He hated the mall, and Mokuba knew it well. Still, it was Mokuba Night, so whatever his kid brother wanted...
He wondered why Mokuba hadn't torn open the limo's door and clambered inside the vehicle in his customary way yet. He looked at his little brother who, noticing his gaze, nodded his head and glared at the door. Oh. Seto hid his grin as he theatrically opened the door and bowed deeply with only a trace of mockery to usher his little brother into the limo.
"So, what's at the mall?" Seto asked a moment later as the limousine pulled away from the house.
"Toy stores, a pet store, the food court..."
Seto did roll his eyes, then. "I meant, what's at the mall that you want to see? Why are we going?"
Mokuba gave Seto a very adept imitation of one of Seto's most arrogantly mocking narrowed-eyes looks. "You need some casual clothes, big brother. More fun than what you normally wear. I swear, you look like an old man most of the time! Suits are all right for work, you run Kaiba Corporation and all, and your trench coats and dueling outfits are okay for tournaments, but... You don't even own a pair of jeans, do you, big brother?"
"I've got some casual slacks, somewhere..." Seto replied.
"Harumph. I thought so. Such a waste of precious Mokuba Night time, but it can't be helped..."
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"Come on, big brother!" Mokuba urged, grabbing Seto's hand and hauling him away from the entrance of a respectable men's clothing store.
"I'm sure they have some jeans in there..." Seto protested.
"No, I'm sure they have some casual slacks that are made of denim, but they wouldn't be jeans. Jeans are fun and -- young. That place only sells stuff for old men. You aren't an old man, Seto," Mokuba told him.
Seto let his brother drag him deftly through the people wandering about in the mall to a different clothing shop. A bass beat throbbed in the air emanating from the store. Seto did have to admit it certainly seemed more inviting than the imposing men's clothing store Mokuba had spurned.
"Mokuba! Hey! How're you doin', kid? We just a new shipment of TT t-shirts (Triple T's?) this afternoon, with some cool new designs. I set some of them aside for you." The girl behind the counter greeted brightly as they walked in.
"Hi, Kimmy! Oh, I'm glad you're here tonight. This is my big brother, Seto."
Seto managed to hide his smile as the teenager's mouth dropped open at seeing him, the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, first-ranked Duel Monsters duelist, and one of the most recognizable people in Domino, in her store.
Please, big brother! Be nice! Mokuba's huge eyes pleaded.
"Mokuba wants me to look at what you have in your store," Seto finally said. "I hope it's not a problem?"
"No! No, sir, nothing like that at all!" Kimmy's eyes were still comically wide, but her expression seemed mostly pleased. "So, Mokuba, like usual, right?"
Mokuba craned his head to look around Seto. Roland and one other of his security men had taken up positions near the front door, to watch and make certain nothing disturbed the Kaiba brothers while they shopped.
Wow. I guess I never thought of how annoying that might be to others. Seto had recently begun to examine some of the fall-out effects from some of his actions more closely than he had before.
"Are you sure it's not a problem?" Seto gestured toward the door and the security men.
"No, it's okay. Mokuba deserves to shop in peace. He never takes long. He's really very considerate," Kimmy told him earnestly.
Be warned! This is my first-writing rough draft so it is not edited, spell-checked or even re-read, yet.
The story that this will (hopefully) become the omake chapter for is Collateral Damage
Mokuba Night
"I'm home!" Seto called out as he closed the massive front door behind himself and placed his briefcase on the large console table in the front foyer. Not a moment too soon as Mokuba, at hearing his voice, ran through the tiled foyer at full speed, gaining enough momentum to slide on his socked feet into Seto, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist as he careened into him.
"Oof!" Seto found his arms closing around Mokuba's shoulders in an inadvertant hug at his brother's very exuberant greeting.
"Big brother!" Mokuba grinned impishly up at him. "I'm glad you're home!"
"So I see," Seto remarked dryly, though a smile lurked in his voice. His arms tightened into a true hug before he released Mokuba and stood up straight again. "Now, give me five minutes to change and..."
"Nope!" Mokuba interrupted. "Mokuba Night starts right now. Come on!" He grabbed Seto's hand and dragged him through the front door again. Seto noticed the limousine that had just dropped him off and pulled away to park in the detached garage was back in front of the house facing the outward bound direction.
"Where are we going, Mokuba?"
"To the mall," Mokuba replied. He waited by the passenger door, crossed his arms and tapped his foot.
It took nearly all of Seto's resolve to resist rolling his eyes or groaning at this announcement. He hated the mall, and Mokuba knew it well. Still, it was Mokuba Night, so whatever his kid brother wanted...
He wondered why Mokuba hadn't torn open the limo's door and clambered inside the vehicle in his customary way yet. He looked at his little brother who, noticing his gaze, nodded his head and glared at the door. Oh. Seto hid his grin as he theatrically opened the door and bowed deeply with only a trace of mockery to usher his little brother into the limo.
"So, what's at the mall?" Seto asked a moment later as the limousine pulled away from the house.
"Toy stores, a pet store, the food court..."
Seto did roll his eyes, then. "I meant, what's at the mall that you want to see? Why are we going?"
Mokuba gave Seto a very adept imitation of one of Seto's most arrogantly mocking narrowed-eyes looks. "You need some casual clothes, big brother. More fun than what you normally wear. I swear, you look like an old man most of the time! Suits are all right for work, you run Kaiba Corporation and all, and your trench coats and dueling outfits are okay for tournaments, but... You don't even own a pair of jeans, do you, big brother?"
"I've got some casual slacks, somewhere..." Seto replied.
"Harumph. I thought so. Such a waste of precious Mokuba Night time, but it can't be helped..."
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"Come on, big brother!" Mokuba urged, grabbing Seto's hand and hauling him away from the entrance of a respectable men's clothing store.
"I'm sure they have some jeans in there..." Seto protested.
"No, I'm sure they have some casual slacks that are made of denim, but they wouldn't be jeans. Jeans are fun and -- young. That place only sells stuff for old men. You aren't an old man, Seto," Mokuba told him.
Seto let his brother drag him deftly through the people wandering about in the mall to a different clothing shop. A bass beat throbbed in the air emanating from the store. Seto did have to admit it certainly seemed more inviting than the imposing men's clothing store Mokuba had spurned.
"Mokuba! Hey! How're you doin', kid? We just a new shipment of TT t-shirts (Triple T's?) this afternoon, with some cool new designs. I set some of them aside for you." The girl behind the counter greeted brightly as they walked in.
"Hi, Kimmy! Oh, I'm glad you're here tonight. This is my big brother, Seto."
Seto managed to hide his smile as the teenager's mouth dropped open at seeing him, the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, first-ranked Duel Monsters duelist, and one of the most recognizable people in Domino, in her store.
Please, big brother! Be nice! Mokuba's huge eyes pleaded.
"Mokuba wants me to look at what you have in your store," Seto finally said. "I hope it's not a problem?"
"No! No, sir, nothing like that at all!" Kimmy's eyes were still comically wide, but her expression seemed mostly pleased. "So, Mokuba, like usual, right?"
Mokuba craned his head to look around Seto. Roland and one other of his security men had taken up positions near the front door, to watch and make certain nothing disturbed the Kaiba brothers while they shopped.
Wow. I guess I never thought of how annoying that might be to others. Seto had recently begun to examine some of the fall-out effects from some of his actions more closely than he had before.
"Are you sure it's not a problem?" Seto gestured toward the door and the security men.
"No, it's okay. Mokuba deserves to shop in peace. He never takes long. He's really very considerate," Kimmy told him earnestly.
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Date: 2006-12-11 11:26 pm (UTC)"Please, big brother! Be nice!" XD Good luck with that...
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Date: 2006-12-11 11:40 pm (UTC)Heh, heh.
Only a bit more (lunch was hectic!)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:40 pm (UTC)Seto crossed his ankles, secretly pleased with how the taper of the black jeans he now wore made the action seem elegant, somehow, and thought back to the moment where Mokuba convinced him to try a t-shirt.
His brother had entered the area set aside for the dressing rooms with something in his hands. At a glance, Seto could tell it was a cotton jersey, in some dark color, not the lighter-toned, twilled fabric he'd asked for. "Mokuba, that's a wretched t-shirt. I'll never wear one of those. That collared shirt in the front window certainly meets your requirement for casual..." His voice had petered to a halt as Mokuba opened the t-shirt. His eyes widened as he beheld what Mokuba now held between his hands, while the most innocently wicked sparkle simply danced in his little brother's eyes.
"Gimme!" Seto had growled, snatching the garment from his brother, thrusting his arms through the armholes and whisking it over his head as fast as he could manage. He turned to catch the image of himself in the triple mirror...