Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monster GX Fan Fiction ❯ It's never too later (Seto) ❯ Chapter 1

It's never too Late [a Seto romance] 01

She was sitting tall in her chair when he walked over, Mokuba had set up a blind date for him and Seto had promised to go to one if Mokuba promised to stop trying to set him up. He had and Seto went and now he was glade he'd agreed. Ms Iris Blake was more than beautiful, tall, and fair skinned, with long blond hair that was worn in loose waves and was free flowing. “Ms Blake, thank you for coming,” he said and she looked up startled. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green. “Umm, hi,” she said a small frown pulling her eyebrows together. “I'm Seto,” he said holding out his hand, “Your date,” he explained when she shook his hand still confused. “Oh, Iris,” she said with a bright smile that hit his heart like a blow.

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“Do you, Seto Kaiba, take Iris Blake as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” the priest asked, “I do,” he replied staring into her green, green eyes. Her face had a pretty pink flush, and she kept nibbing on her lower lip with her teeth making him want to take it into his mouth, to kiss her thoroughly and without reservation. “And do you Iris Blake, take Seto Kaiba as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health till death do you part?” the priest asked. She gave a small smile that melted Seto into his socks and whispered “I do,” “I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said. Lifting her veil Seto leaned in those few inches to capture her lush lips, his hands pulling her to him so he could feel the slight bump of her stomach where his child lay.

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Seth looked from one end of the dinning room table to the other, his parents at each end, Uncle Mokuba opposite him and frowned. His best friends' parents had recently devoiced and he had this funny feeling that that would soon happen to his if something wasn't done soon. They barely spoke to each other, rarely kissed, held hands and slept in different bedrooms, his mothers beside his and his father's two floors up. “Uncle,” he whispered looking at him with big green eyes, “Yes Seth?” Mokuba asked meeting them. “Are mommy and da fighting?” he asked. Frowning Mokuba looked at his brother than his sister-in-law, and shook his head. “No, Seth, why?” he asked think maybe, just maybe he was picking up the same signs Mokuba himself had been picking up for the last four years.

“You know,” Seth said defensively and Mokuba just nodded. “I don't want mommy and da to spilt up, I don't want to have two houses and shared cus-custed,” Seth frowned and Mokuba grinned, “Custody?” “Yeah that one,” the six year old said. “Well maybe we can figure something out,” Mokuba said and his nephew nodded. “Seth you have fun at school today, Mokuba, don't forget you have an exams in three weeks,” Seto said standing as he took his empty coffee cup over to the sink, folded his newspaper and walked out with a “See you later.”

And not a word to his wife, “come on boys, I'll drive you to school,” Iris said with a smile as she stood. Getting up Seth raced to her side and said “I'm sorry da didn't say bye,” before racing out the door to get his bag for school. She frowned after her son, confused, Seto never said goodbye, hell he rarely said hello or even registered her presence. “Mokuba, what was that all about?” she asked looking at her husbands little brother.

“He's afraid you and Seto are going to split up, his friends parents did recently if you remember, and he's seeing the signs in the two of you,” Mokuba said bluntly. Her frown deepened, “Mokuba, Seto and I are fine- he cut her off asking, “When was the last time the two of you kissed, or held hands? Hell when was the last time you said more than two words to each other?” “Three weeks ago, we had an enter conversation,” she said glaring at him.

“About?” he prompted, and she sighed, “Seth, Seto asked about how Seth was going at kinda, and I had to explain that Seth left kinda two years ago.” She sounded so sad that Mokuba hugged her. “Don't worry, I'll help,” he said cheerfully a plan blossoming into his mind. “How?” she asked in a suspicious tone. “You'll see.”