Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Final Distance ❯ 30 Second Housemate ( Chapter 5 )

Hey everyone! Sorry about the lack of updates, but I had a guest over for the holidays so I was really occupied^^ Hope everyone had a good Christmas and New Years! And I noticed that my stories will have strange symbols when displayed in English, that's because I have a Japanese OS on my laptop (where I type these things out), so just change your language viewer to Japanese and it should be fine, but I think that happens only when there are spaces in the story or something like that…

Also, I have found a title for this fic, and it will be called "Final Distance." I am now working on the prequel, "Distance," and I may or may not post it depending on people's reactions of the idea. Please review and tell me about whether or not to post it! Support means a lot to me, so thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my fic (and thank you for sitting through my scientific mumbo-jumbo for the fourth chapter)!

Disclaimer: Same procedures as before, none of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh or Persona belong to me. This fic is now beginning to turn very AU, so please forgive me.

Chapter Five-30-Second Housemate

"I will help him," Yuugi promised Maki, his purple eyes on hers, the look in them seemingly swearing upon his soul. Maki smiled warmly and nodded. "Then you have to get ready to move…or clean out some of your rooms. Whichever one." Yuugi gave her a questioning look when she said that, his hand going up to his cheek to scratch at it with a bit of uncertainty. "I'm not sure I quite understand you, doctor…" the boy chuckled nervously.

"Nothing short of a twenty-four hour surveillance will be able to suffice for him," Maki explained, knowing that this was going to be hard for the helper and the patient to adjust to. "It's best that you move into his house with him… If he's the CEO of Kaiba Corps, then he should have a big mansion…" Her eyes drifted away from Yuugi's gaze, almost as though planning something or calculating something.

"And why is that important?" Yami's deep voice boomed into her mind as she was thinking of a way to make this work out.

"Because if you move in with him, it'll make things easier," Maki stated, her orange-brown eyes on Yami's face again. "First of all, he won't be waking up in a house he doesn't know every morning and going insane about it over and over again… Also, on some days you can just steer clear of him by hiding in the many rooms of his mansion, provided that he has one…"

"He does."

"Good. That way he can go about his business without feeling that something is up. Not that he will really remember…" her pale face lowered again as she looked at her clipboard. Biting her bottom lip, she glanced up at Yami with a smile that looked as if she were squeezing it out with all her might-a smile that professionals like her used when trying to make everything appear and sound better than it was. But at a time like this, it was something that was needed, and Yami couldn't help but mirror her smile. But that smile only flashed for a second before the stoic look on the former Pharaoh's face returned to its place, the smile a bit too cumbersome for him.

"I'll see what I can do about it," he replied, his voice frightening even himself in its lack of resolve compared to Yuugi's. He suddenly felt ashamed at how cowardly and resentful he sounded and he shook his head. How could he be weaker than his own hikari? "I'll help him to my fullest," he corrected, hoping that his voice sounded fuller than it did before.

Maki gave what sounded like a delighted squeal and she clapped her hands together. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed with a volume that was just a tad too high for a person in a hospital. A hush went over her and she looked around, like a child afraid of being caught for spilling milk over the kitchen floors. Her slender fingers covered her lips and she reprimanded herself under her breath before she continued. "Thank you," she said, "You don't know how much it means to me as a therapist to have someone willing to help such a person."

"Just tell me what I must do so that I can do my best," Yami assured her. Maki nodded and flipped at her clip board, nodding a bit before pulling out a red spiral bound notebook. "Come back for him in about a week. That should be enough time for you to prepare. We still have to examine him for a bit, his bandages should be removed soon, and he will be able to be discharged in a week. Bring your legal guardian along to sign some papers…and…." She waved the red notebook a bit, calling Yami's attention to it. "I will give him this notebook…it's going to be a diary… Check it every so often to see what is in there, exactly. Hopefully it can aide us in helping him with his condition." Yami reached out and took the notebook, flipping through its empty pages for a few moments before returning it to Maki.

"Thank you…" he said, not sure of what to say to her exactly. "…for all this help."

"Onegaishimasu," Maki whispered, her smile quivering just a bit. It was painful watching her smile like that. "I should be the one thanking you…please…take care of him."

One week later…

Kaiba slipped out of his limo and looked at the mansion in front of him, his eyes narrowing from the sunlight that shot onto his face. The mansion was washed in the sunlight, yet Kaiba did not feel any warmth when he laid eyes upon this mansion, his stock-like hell house. He turned to see his chauffer take out his suitcase from the back of the limo before going to help Mokuba out from the backseat. For some reason, he couldn't grasp where he had been that would have required his suitcase but not his business suit. Neither could he figure out what he had said to Mokuba on the limo, or where he was coming from. Shrugging, he figured that he must have returned from a very boring vacation or excursion with Mokuba and had fallen asleep on the car. But Mokuba seemed to be very affectionate all of a sudden when the young boy immediately ran to Kaiba's side to take hold of his hand and open the double doors with the voice coded password.

Kaiba nearly fainted from the sight that greeted him.

"What are you doing here, Mutou?!" he boomed, his expression showing that nothing short of a very detail explanation with apologies constructed in complete sentences will help Yuugi now. Sensing the lividness of Kaiba's voice, Yuugi ducked into his soul room, shoving Yami out to deal with him.

"You see, Kaiba…" Yami was at a loss for words as his mind spun in nervousness. Yuugi had gone through the routine cover-ups that they had to use, but now that his aibou was hiding in the soul room and Kaiba fuming in front of his face, he couldn't think of anything. "They're here to ask for help on homework, Nii-sama," Mokuba piped up, afraid that a physical fight might ensue between these two. Kaiba's expression toned down considerably when Mokuba spoke, but it did not release the look of annoyance around his lips and in the blue depths of his eyes.

"Next time you come, have enough manners to call first," Kaiba hissed as he passed Yami to step into his own house.

"But we did," Yami said. It was a blatant lie, but it wasn't like Kaiba was going to remember if they did tell him beforehand.

"Must've slipped my mind," Kaiba replied, walking straight upstairs as he looked at his watch. He must have done so much work or something. It was only seven-thirty and he was already sleepy. To his morbid horror, Yami was following upstairs. "What is it?" he demanded, spinning around to glare at Yami.

"What about homework?" Yami asked. To say the truth, he could really use Kaiba's help in some of his subjects. History was one thing, but math and foreign languages were completely beyond him. His wishes of perhaps better grades sank as Kaiba's eyes narrowed and the reply came hard and cold in the form of "Later, I'm going to sleep. Wake me up not before nine but not after eleven" and a slam of a door in his face.

To be continued…

Hopefully that wasn't too stupid and boring…I thought it was a bit too comical? Or maybe it's just me. I promise the main plot will develop more in the next chapter! Also, "Onegaishimasu" is just an extremely polite way of saying "please."