Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Best Wishes ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Vapidbreath 
What has Kaiba been up to?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
What has Kaiba been up to?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Title: Best Wishes
Author: Vapid B.
Part: 2/8
Notes: So far reviewers want Mokuba/Noa, Mokuba/Duke, or Mokuba/Tristan.
I can’t pair Mokie with Duke because Duke’s with Joey at the moment and he will then end up with Tris. I’ve never written Noa into a story and I don’t know much about his character’s personality. If more people want Noa with Mokuba I’ll do research. Otherwise, he’ll be with Tristan until they break up. So, if you don’t want him with either Tristan or Noa please let me know whom you want in a review or e-mail. Also one person wants Yami/Hikari pairings. If you have the time please leave a vote on whether you want Yami/Hikari or Yami/Bakura, Ryou/Yugi, Marik/Malik. Thank you for reading.
Part Two
“Do you agree, Mr. Misaki?”
“Oh, of course, Mr. Kaiba.”
“Then this meeting has come to a closing. Good day, gentlemen.” Kaiba bowed respectfully and shook hands with those who offered. He fell into a nearby chair heavily after all the men left. Ten years had passed and still he had the label of workaholic. Because of all the exhaustion and stress, his mind began to tell him that he needed a vacation. Ha! Twelve years of working at Kaiba Corp. and now he wanted his first vacation. As he thought about the idea it didn’t seem all that ridiculous. He had plenty of vacation time saved up to leave for months. All his nineteen hour days of work meant that Kaiba Corp. wouldn’t suffer if he left for a couple of weeks. Mokuba would be excited.
Maybe he would go on vacation.
With that notion Kaiba stood. Rolling his shoulders slightly he began walking toward his office. His black suede shoes contrasted well with the deep blue carpet. He nodded slightly in greeting as he passed workers running a number of errands that were probably for him. “Oh, Mr. Kaiba!”
“Yes, Delilah?” He secretary of only three years sat at her desk. Several lights were flashing, signaling a number of people were waiting on the line.
“Mr. Mokuba asked me to inform you that he wouldn’t be home tonight.” Kaiba tapped the center of his forehead with his middle finger in agitation. Mokuba never spent time at home it seemed; always running the streets with his mysterious companion that he was so sure his big brother would disapprove of.
“Did he say why?” She smiled sadly knowing the information would distress he boss.
“Another date with his companion, Mr. Kaiba.” Only faintly did the CEO’s shoulders slump.
“Thank you, Delilah.”
“Your welcome, sir.” He nodded before turning to leave. Before he got very far he turned back.
“I would like you to inform everyone that I’ll be on vacation for a few weeks.” He smirked at the gapping mouth of his employee before going into his office.
He stepped into his office. No manila folders were stacked in a corner. No white papers filled with digits were scattered across his desk. There was no laptop buzzing for his attention. He didn’t have any work. He’d finished it months ago. It seemed everywhere he turned there existed a reason for him to take time off. He sat down more lightly in his swiveling leather chair. Not even the cameras caught his smile.
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As he walked through the large maple double doors he wanted to yell that he was home. He couldn’t though. No one would hear it but the security and few maids working a late shift. He slowly slid his shoes off and placed his feet into the cerulean slippers with SK engraved in golden stitching.
He dropped his keys into the bowl on a nearby table. His eyes squeezed shut when they clanged against glass instead of another set of keys. The noise rang within the silent house. He continued forward, walking up the curving marble staircase.
He passed by several rooms before stopping at one. The frame and door appeared the same as all the others that lined the hallway. However, instead of a golden knob like the rest, this one had an ebony knob. He turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. He closed the door by pressing the back of his foot against it. He slid his black suit jacket of his lithe shoulders and placed it on a hook on the side of his dresser.
He planned to just fall onto his bed. When he turned to do so he noticed a box sitting near his bed. He walked towards the the box and sat beside it. He knew his brother must have placed the box here, for he had already warned the house cleaners of the punishment for coming into his or Mokuba’s bedrooms.
He pulled out the item on the top. A book filled with pictures. A few spots on the album looked torn and ripped. He opened it and several pictures fell out onto his lap. He sat the photo album beside him and brought the pictures closer. A four-year-old Mokuba smiled up at him. The young Mokuba held a strawberry ice cream cone in his hand as if it were the greatest treasure. For Mokuba it probably was at the time. He remembered saving that money up just to buy it for the little boy that use to look up to him so much. He placed the picture against his bedside lamp so that it could stand. He’d have to get a frame for it sometime.
He picked up another photo. It was a class picture. He raged about having to take the picture, yelling that free pictures of himself would be bad for business. He used to shiver at the thought of the female admirers in his class blowing up his picture and hanging it along their bedroom wall.
His duel monster rival stood in the front. The wide, innocent eyes made Kaiba nauseas. He may hold respect of the shorter duelist but that didn’t mean he liked him in any way, shape, or form. Closer to the younger version of the CEO stood Duke Devlin. He could understand that. Duke was pretty much his height. In front of him stood Joey Wheeler with a large, cheeky grin spread across his face as he held bunny ears above the head of his best friend Tristan Taylor. Kaiba’s eyes stayed on Joey, taking note of the blonde’s boyish features. He sighed and set the picture back in the box. He continued to shift through the book before coming across another book. This book wasn’t an album and it was much thicker than the others. He pulled it out and flipped through the pages of faces and colors. He could recall this book. His high school senior yearbook. He flipped to the back where the signatures were. He read each message and frowned at most of them. Then he came to one that, surprisingly, wasn’t like anyone else’s. ‘Best Wishes.’ Sure it wasn’t original, but what would one expect from Joey ‘the mutt’ Wheeler. He smiled at the simple message. He looked underneath Joey’s signature; to the number the teen had left.
“Maybe I should give him a call.”
Kaiba was definitely full of surprises today.
To Be Continued…
End Notes: Please review and if you haven’t read the beginning notes please do so. Thank you to all that have reviewed so far.
Author: Vapid B.
Part: 2/8
Notes: So far reviewers want Mokuba/Noa, Mokuba/Duke, or Mokuba/Tristan.
I can’t pair Mokie with Duke because Duke’s with Joey at the moment and he will then end up with Tris. I’ve never written Noa into a story and I don’t know much about his character’s personality. If more people want Noa with Mokuba I’ll do research. Otherwise, he’ll be with Tristan until they break up. So, if you don’t want him with either Tristan or Noa please let me know whom you want in a review or e-mail. Also one person wants Yami/Hikari pairings. If you have the time please leave a vote on whether you want Yami/Hikari or Yami/Bakura, Ryou/Yugi, Marik/Malik. Thank you for reading.
Part Two
“Do you agree, Mr. Misaki?”
“Oh, of course, Mr. Kaiba.”
“Then this meeting has come to a closing. Good day, gentlemen.” Kaiba bowed respectfully and shook hands with those who offered. He fell into a nearby chair heavily after all the men left. Ten years had passed and still he had the label of workaholic. Because of all the exhaustion and stress, his mind began to tell him that he needed a vacation. Ha! Twelve years of working at Kaiba Corp. and now he wanted his first vacation. As he thought about the idea it didn’t seem all that ridiculous. He had plenty of vacation time saved up to leave for months. All his nineteen hour days of work meant that Kaiba Corp. wouldn’t suffer if he left for a couple of weeks. Mokuba would be excited.
Maybe he would go on vacation.
With that notion Kaiba stood. Rolling his shoulders slightly he began walking toward his office. His black suede shoes contrasted well with the deep blue carpet. He nodded slightly in greeting as he passed workers running a number of errands that were probably for him. “Oh, Mr. Kaiba!”
“Yes, Delilah?” He secretary of only three years sat at her desk. Several lights were flashing, signaling a number of people were waiting on the line.
“Mr. Mokuba asked me to inform you that he wouldn’t be home tonight.” Kaiba tapped the center of his forehead with his middle finger in agitation. Mokuba never spent time at home it seemed; always running the streets with his mysterious companion that he was so sure his big brother would disapprove of.
“Did he say why?” She smiled sadly knowing the information would distress he boss.
“Another date with his companion, Mr. Kaiba.” Only faintly did the CEO’s shoulders slump.
“Thank you, Delilah.”
“Your welcome, sir.” He nodded before turning to leave. Before he got very far he turned back.
“I would like you to inform everyone that I’ll be on vacation for a few weeks.” He smirked at the gapping mouth of his employee before going into his office.
He stepped into his office. No manila folders were stacked in a corner. No white papers filled with digits were scattered across his desk. There was no laptop buzzing for his attention. He didn’t have any work. He’d finished it months ago. It seemed everywhere he turned there existed a reason for him to take time off. He sat down more lightly in his swiveling leather chair. Not even the cameras caught his smile.
------------------------------------------
As he walked through the large maple double doors he wanted to yell that he was home. He couldn’t though. No one would hear it but the security and few maids working a late shift. He slowly slid his shoes off and placed his feet into the cerulean slippers with SK engraved in golden stitching.
He dropped his keys into the bowl on a nearby table. His eyes squeezed shut when they clanged against glass instead of another set of keys. The noise rang within the silent house. He continued forward, walking up the curving marble staircase.
He passed by several rooms before stopping at one. The frame and door appeared the same as all the others that lined the hallway. However, instead of a golden knob like the rest, this one had an ebony knob. He turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. He closed the door by pressing the back of his foot against it. He slid his black suit jacket of his lithe shoulders and placed it on a hook on the side of his dresser.
He planned to just fall onto his bed. When he turned to do so he noticed a box sitting near his bed. He walked towards the the box and sat beside it. He knew his brother must have placed the box here, for he had already warned the house cleaners of the punishment for coming into his or Mokuba’s bedrooms.
He pulled out the item on the top. A book filled with pictures. A few spots on the album looked torn and ripped. He opened it and several pictures fell out onto his lap. He sat the photo album beside him and brought the pictures closer. A four-year-old Mokuba smiled up at him. The young Mokuba held a strawberry ice cream cone in his hand as if it were the greatest treasure. For Mokuba it probably was at the time. He remembered saving that money up just to buy it for the little boy that use to look up to him so much. He placed the picture against his bedside lamp so that it could stand. He’d have to get a frame for it sometime.
He picked up another photo. It was a class picture. He raged about having to take the picture, yelling that free pictures of himself would be bad for business. He used to shiver at the thought of the female admirers in his class blowing up his picture and hanging it along their bedroom wall.
His duel monster rival stood in the front. The wide, innocent eyes made Kaiba nauseas. He may hold respect of the shorter duelist but that didn’t mean he liked him in any way, shape, or form. Closer to the younger version of the CEO stood Duke Devlin. He could understand that. Duke was pretty much his height. In front of him stood Joey Wheeler with a large, cheeky grin spread across his face as he held bunny ears above the head of his best friend Tristan Taylor. Kaiba’s eyes stayed on Joey, taking note of the blonde’s boyish features. He sighed and set the picture back in the box. He continued to shift through the book before coming across another book. This book wasn’t an album and it was much thicker than the others. He pulled it out and flipped through the pages of faces and colors. He could recall this book. His high school senior yearbook. He flipped to the back where the signatures were. He read each message and frowned at most of them. Then he came to one that, surprisingly, wasn’t like anyone else’s. ‘Best Wishes.’ Sure it wasn’t original, but what would one expect from Joey ‘the mutt’ Wheeler. He smiled at the simple message. He looked underneath Joey’s signature; to the number the teen had left.
“Maybe I should give him a call.”
Kaiba was definitely full of surprises today.
To Be Continued…
End Notes: Please review and if you haven’t read the beginning notes please do so. Thank you to all that have reviewed so far.