Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Vacation ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Christmas Vacation
By Mrs Grim

…Chapter Two…

It took all of her will not to sneeze. It was extremely dusty in the fireplace. She rubbed soot from her face and relaxed. They were gone. It had worked. She was free.

For now, she reminded herself. And then she squeezed from inside the fireplace and dropped to the floor. She was out of the door in two seconds flat.

~~*~~

Mokuba had, of course, not stayed in the room. He had woken to find his brother gone and had been quite bored in the mean time. Deciding that Seto was taking too long to get drinks, he followed in a huff. Except, he didn't get very far.

He picked himself up from the floor and stared in shock at the girl who had knocked him down. She looked to be about his brother's age and was quite pretty even with her smudged face and worn clothing. She would have dashed off if he hadn't made a jump for her arm.

"Where are you going?"

She looked at him, as if seeing him for the first time. "I'm sorry. Look, just- I have to get out of here. Please, I have to get out of here! They'll come! They'll find me-"

Mokuba could think of only one thing to do and he did it without another thought. "Come in here!"

She seemed to be at a complete loss to understand him, "What are you talking about? I couldn't just- no. It's too dangerous!" She moved away and Mokuba grabbed her by the ankle and she tripped.

"You can't just run!" he told her. "Please! It's safe! I promise…"

Man that boy was strong. She rubbed her ankle and could almost hear (or think she heard) sounds of pursuit. She hesitated. He grabbed her arm and tugged.

~~*~~

Seto, having just fought off a very clingy female person by the soda machines, was in no mood to find any surprises. He should have expected Mokuba to get into SOME sort of trouble in his absence, but he could not have been prepared for what he had dragged home this time.

Seto was nearly overbalanced by several burly men dashing down the hall and was in a foul mood when he threw his door open and set the drinks down onto the table.

He sat down in the big, comfy chair in the corner and closed his eyes for a moment. You are on vacation, he reminded himself and continued to repeat this. This is relaxation time. His eyes opened and he regarded Mokuba impassively. There was his little brother, looking as guilty as ever. There's a beautiful girl standing behind him, looking quite nervous. And-

Wait-

"MOKUBA!" he shouted, jumping up from his chair.

"Hey, Seto!" his infuriating brother said with a grin. "I can explain everything."

"No you can't," the girl replied, thrusting him aside. "You have not the slightest idea of what is going on." She eyed the newcomer. Oh, good God…he looked so familiar. Oh, no…

Her face must have given her away. Seto knew when he had been recognized. He cursed under his breath and took a deep breath.

"It was my fault!" Mokuba cried. "Don't be mad at her! I made her come in! She was in trouble-"

His brother's raised hand stopped him and he fell silent.

"Mokuba, please go into your room." Mokuba scowled. He hated that tone of voice. He knew better than to disobey.

The room was considerably colder.

Seto was in perfect control of his emotions and she was certainly not. She might look cool, but the inner turmoil was starting to boil over.

"I don't even know where to start," she admitted.

"Start with the beginning and go to the end." In any other tone, those words would have been encouraging. His was like ice.

"There is no need for me to tell you anything," she burst out. "I have no wish for your or anyone else's so-called protection. I have nothing to say. I merely ask that you overlook this incident and do not mention that we met." She started for the door.

Seto could tell that she was terrified. It was clear that a night on the streets would finish the girl off. Not even HE could do that to someone.

"I can't let you do that," he replied coolly.

She stopped for a moment and then shook her head. "Please. You don't understand," she looked into his eyes and found that she could not read him at all.

Before either could speak again, there was a knock on the door and the girl jumped nervously. Seto motioned to the room that Mokuba had entered and he waited until she was out of sight to answer the insistent pounding on the door.

~~*~~

"Are you staying?" Mokuba asked urgently. "Is he letting you stay?!"

She laughed and shushed him whispering, "They're here."

Mokuba sobered and crept with her to listen at the door.

She recognized his voice at once. So he had come in person. She almost wished she could see his face after seeing the door opened by the famous Seto Kaiba. There was a silence after the door was opened and she knew he was gaping.

"Mr. Kaiba?" he asked somewhat incredulously.

"Yes?" was the curt answer. "I must ask you to get to the point and I am sorry that I am not informed of your name. You insistent pounding might have woken my brother."

Mokuba grinned and felt a dash of pride for his brother. At least he was a fair actor. It was all up to Seto and Mokuba knew that her life was in capable hands.

"Please, Mr. Kaiba, my name is Gregory Weston. I humbly beg your pardon. You see, it's my wife…"

"Nasty lying bastard…" the girl hissed under her breath. Realizing she shouldn't use such language around the boy, she glanced at him in some embarrassment.

"Yea, that bastard!" he contributed quietly. Oops.

"What about your wife, Mr. Weston? I'm afraid that, for all of my many talents, I cannot read minds. Yours is not exception. Kindly tell me why you have disturbed my vacation or vacate the premises immediately."

Ouch.

"Mr. Kaiba, you must understand! My wife is very…sick. I was hoping that a vacation was all she needed, but I'm afraid it has to do with her brain. I need to find her! I'm afraid she might hurt herself- or someone else for that matter!"

"I still can't see what this has to do with me," Seto's voice was as calm and cool as ever.

"I hoped that- er- that if you saw her you wouldn't hesitate to contact me. I do apologize, Mr. Kaiba, it's just that- she's so important to me! She'll all I have!"

She grimaced. He was as believable as ever. Things weren't going so great…

"And how will I recognize this wife of yours, Weston? Wedding ring? Anything noticeable?"

"Er- ring…yes of course, if she has it. She's- she's…"

"Problem, Weston?"

"No, I just…She's shorter than you or I, slim and quite lovely actually. She's quite young…we were just married and I found out about her- problem. I was hoping to help her…"

She could picture him hiding his face in his hands like the perfect lamenting newlywed. She clenched her hands.
"Well, Weston, this has been a treat. I promise to return your wife to you should she turn up on my doorstep."

"Er- yes, and I do think you for your time, Mr. Kaiba."

"Yes…" Seto's voice clearly said that HE didn't think it was worth his time. "I wish you luck."

"Thank you Mr. Kaiba," Weston said hurriedly. "Sorry again for the disturbance."

The door closed.

She held her breath.