Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Vacation ❯ Christmas Vacation ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I only own the insignificant plot and Arienne. But don't I *wish* I owned Kaiba…

A/N: Okay, be nice. I haven't written in this category yet, but I decided `why the hell not?'! So, if you don't like Kaiba, you do NOT want to read this. Do enjoy!

Christmas Vacation

By Mrs Grim

…Chapter One…

It was not a good time to take a holiday. Perhaps it was the absolute worst part of the year to leave the desk, paperwork, and ever-present meetings.

Seto Kaiba was sitting behind the said desk and scowling. He had to get away. Sometimes, he felt that if he ever wanted to stay sane, he just had to get out of here! He had been sitting behind his desk and attending his damn meetings for quite some time now. But KaibaCorp was part of his life. Though this was true, it must be pointed out that there was one thing more dear to Kaiba than his company. His brother…

Kaiba smirked ironically. What would everyone say if they heard that Seto Kaiba had emotions like any other living, breathing human being? They'd think I was going soft…or I had somehow grown a heart.

And Mokuba WAS important to him. To put it bluntly and truthfully, Mokuba was what he was living for. He would even forsake the company to save his brother. He knew what it was like to have only one thing left in the world…

"Seto!"

He braced himself in time to prevent being knocked off his feet by his little brother.

Seto let his face relax into a smile and ruffled his brother's hair.

"I perceive that something has happened to make you very happy," he observed.

Mokuba made a face, "You're talking like you would in one of your meetings! Can't you say something like…'What's up, little bro?' once in a while. It seems like you're turning into a robot."

Seto blinked and it was clear that those words would never leave his lips. Mokuba sighed theatrically and continued.

"Are we really going Tahiti? Are we, are we?" Mokuba was jumping about now.

"You little sneak! How did you find that out? I was sure I let nothing slip…" he eyed the boy suspiciously.

"Eh, I found the tickets on your desk," he explained with a grin. "Are we REALLY going?"

Seto shook his head in half awe and half exasperation. The kid was much more clever than he seemed.

"Yes, we are really going."

After rejoicing loudly and giving his brother a hug, Mokuba looked at Seto critically. "Your desk was quite boring. All paperwork. You don't even have any letters from girls or a diary that explains all your secret thoughts!"

"Is that mandatory?" Seto raised an eyebrow. "I don't write my private thoughts down so that people like you don't go searching for them." He smiled, "And I do not HAVE, want, or need a girlfriend. C'mon, let's go eat and then you can pack."

Mokuba watched him exit for a moment and sighed. Under his breath he muttered to himself. "Sometimes I wish you WOULD find someone to love." And with that, Mokuba the psychiatrist extraordinaire marched off to eat his dinner.

~~*~~

It was another one of those dreams. Turning in her sleep, she stifled a scream and thrust out a shaking hand towards the lamp. Sweat was running down her back and her nightgown was damp and stuck to her body. She closed her eyes, savoring the light that she could sense on the other side. She couldn't go back into the darkness. She couldn't-

The door cracked open slightly and her eyes flew open.

"Another dream?"

His face looked anxious enough, like any worried fellow would be about his fiancée. She threw herself at him in an attempt to cause as much damage as she possibly could. It was no good, of course. He simply caught her arms and thrust her to the floor.

"You'll have to sign the papers someday, Arienne," he said quietly. "None of us give up easily." He turned on his heel and left the room.

Resisting the urge to cry, she grabbed the vase be the bed and hurled it against the wall.

She had never thought that slavery existed in this day and age. She had never thought that her Uncle would sell her and her fortune to a man she didn't love or respect. In fact, one she truly hated. She bit her lip until it bled.

Please, please! Anyone! I don't care who can hear me, just- please! Help me!

Her heart cried until her tears could be repressed no longer. She had to get away. What could she do? What was possible for her to do?

She looked out of the window on the fifty-foot drop. She'd never survive. Besides, she'd have to break the window and the glass was inched thick. And it would send one of THEM running.

She threw a vase into the fireplace and then stopped. The fireplace.

~~*~~

Mokuba was fast asleep. The plane ride had tired the boy since he'd spent the whole time talking and pointing out of the window…and eating. Seto had been worried that the boy would never drop off, but he finally had.

The hotel suite was expansive and quite nice, he had to admit. Mokuba was snoozing in the other room and Seto was catching up on paperwork. He shook himself and pushed the papers away. This was not the time. He should be having fun.

Fun.

Scratch that, he should be making sure that Mokuba was having fun. That would be enough for him.

He sighed and then winced at the sound of something breaking somewhere above him. Someone being clumsy no doubt…

He looked in on Mokuba and found him beginning to stir. Seto figured he'd better run out to find a soda machine before his brother woke. Mokuba had already consumed all the beverages and nearly all the food in the little refrigerator. He penned a quick not to Mokuba and wandered out in to the hall.

~~*~~

The sound of the glass breaking would certainly have made a bug impression on anyone in a five-mile radius. As it was, it alerted the guards outside of her room and a door crashing in added to the noise.

He had been quite sure that she couldn't get far. He only wondered how she could have broken that window…

But she was nowhere in the room. Looking out her balcony, he could see that he had overlooked the large garbage bin straight down from her window. Cursing, he ordered a search on the ground. She couldn't get anywhere. She had no money and no connections here. And, even if she had survived the fall, she would be in no condition to run.

Let her run, he thought with a grin. She couldn't escape him. No one could.

~~*~~

A/N: Well? Bad? Okay? Perhaps a smidgen of good? I'll never know of you don't review! :) Thanks for reading so far!

Mrs Grim