Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Time You'll See ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3 
 
Going to the doctors with Gabriel in the morning was a little more annoying than you thought it 
would be. When Kaiba offered to cover a few medical expenses for a child that you pretty much 
knew to be his just by looking at them side by side, you didn’t think he would try to sneak a 
paternity test under your nose. At most you thought that he would have them poking the child a 
million times over to find everything that was wrong with him and then some. When you noticed 
a paternity test lay among the items of blood and stool sample tests the nurse was trying to 
collect, you about damn near hit the ceiling. 
 
“What right does he have to go and ask for one of those? Can’t he look at the child and tell who 
the father is?†
 
“He&nb sp;does have a right as the child’s father to ask for the test, ma’am.†The nurse was obviously 
prepared to deal with the fact of you being uninformed of the gambit that Gabriel would be 
placed through. 
 
“As his guardian though, I have every right to refuse it, don’t I?†If you could spare the waste of 
time, you would. 
 
“Or, were you trying to deny the fact that your sister could have potentially slept with someone 
else?†Noah raised an eyebrow at you from across the car a few moments later. “Look, Seto 
obviously accepted you and the little man into his home without questioning you and demanding 
the proof right away. Consider this his way of guaranteeing his investment.†
 
“Great, now you’re calling my sister a& nbsp;slut, too? Kaiba knows Celeste’s honor, and should trust 
her accordingly.†You spat, glancing over your shoulder at Gabriel as he cooed in his car seat 
and played with the dragon plush he’d been given the day before. 
 
“I would never do such a thing. I remember your sister well, but you have to understand that 
there are certain legal obligations Seto has to go through and address. Especially if the 
company’s legal connections demand to know some sort of actual proof that there is a 
connection in case things work out for the long term.†Noah reasoned as he drove towards the 
mansion. How he became your designated chauffeur to and from the maddening appointment 
damn near blew your mind about as much as the paternity test did. Really, you shouldn’t have 
been so surprised about the paternity test, but that did not lessen your anger and defenses any. 
 
Wait, what? â€œLong term?†
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“Com’on, you can&acir c;€™t tell me for one second that, at least in the back of your mind, you didn’t 
foresee Gabriel taking over as Seto’s heir in the future?†He snorted most ungracefully at you. “I 
know you know better than that.†
 
“Iâ€& trade;m not into this whole trend of getting myself too far ahead with hope or imagination 
anymore.†You sighed before looking out the window of Noah’s rather classy Maserati. Ignoring 
the fact that he had a really good point â€” yet again â€” would be a moronic inclination on your 

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part. Not only did he know the possibilities and probabilities of such a thing happening, he also 
knew the workings and demanding of KaibaCorp more so than you could ever beg to know. 
 
Pulling into the long driveway of the mansion, he shook his head after studying you out of the 
corner of his eye for a moment. He wouldn’t push the issue too much further, but he was slightly 
relieved to know that you’d managed to blow some steam off before confronting his brother. 
While you had Gabriel’s best interest at heart, he still had to hold onto to prioritizing his brother. 
“Look, you should consider all sides of the situation here. Celeste’s honor is not being taken a 
stab at in any way. Seto has an obligation to Gabriel, the company, you, Mokuba, me, and â€” 
most of all â€” himself. Don’t forget that.†
 
Slamming the car door behind him as he exited out the driver side door and towards the front 
door of the house, he apparently was not going to let you get away with the last word in the 
conversation this time around. Growling, you threw open the passenger door and started getting 
Gabriel out of the car seat. 
 
You obviously considered storming the front wall of the castle before you and completely 
overtaking the noble knight within to force him, by submission, to listen to your bitchings. 
However, you knew how much satisfaction that would get you in the long run â€” zip â&euro ;” and you 
knew exactly where that would get you with the master of the house â€” absolutely fucking 
nowh ere in a huge fucking hurry. 
 
â€&oel ig;FTFO, Gaby-baby. FTFO.†[1] 
 
You did your best to keep your mouth shut throughout the rest of the day on the subject, 
something rather easy to do considering that the main target of your anger was nowhere in sight. 
Rather quickly you noticed how little Kaiba actually remained at home. He usually spent most of 
his day either working at the office downtown, or in his private study off one of the many wings 
of the library that ran directly through the center of the house. 
 
You’d been tempted to explore the library’s offerings anyway. After placing Gabriel to bed, you 
grabbed one of the baby monitors and headed towards the library. Why not wait up for ol’ 
Daddy-o and confront him calmly face-to-face for his secretiveness about the tests? 
 
Certainly Noahâ€&trade ;s warnings should have warned you away, or to at least use some other tactic. 
However, you were about as stubborn as the brothers Kaiba combined. Therefore, changing your 
tactics would take much more than a rather convincing chiding in a car. 
 
You were amazed at the sheer volume of books available in the mansion’s library. Everything 
from everywhere and every time period was within your grasp. Immediately, you drifted towards 
some of the more classical options â€” Shakespeare, Virgil, Sappho, Dickens, Yeats, Tennyson, 
and even a little Twain here and there. Along the way, a rather impressive little paperback novel 
caught your eye. It lay out on one of the end tables sitting among a few comfortable and worn 
looking set of leather chairs. Judging by the pile of ashes sitting in the ashtray next to the book, 
and the nearby cabinet of alcohol with clean, glistening glasses, you could only assume that the 
corner belonged to one of the brothers. 

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Picking up the novel and settling down into one of the chairs, you smiled at the scent that 
surrounded you. Menthol, cologne, and Scotch. You doubted that Mokuba and Noah came to this 
end of the library very much â€” if at all â€” so the nearby door to what appeared to be some sort 
of study must have belonged to Kaiba himself. You couldn’t deny that your position to approach 
him was tactfully and tactically appropriate. 
 
You could only hope that he actually showed up. 
 
Several hours later, after reading yourself to sleep, you jumped cleanly awake to the feel of 
someone slipping the book dangling from your fingers free. You reached to your ankle for your 
knife, but hissed when you realized that you’d removed your shoes, socks, and cutlery before 
dinner. Damn stupid Japanese house slippers… 
 
Kaiba chuckled at your reaction, flopping his book onto the end table you found it on and headed 
towards his office. “I see you found my sanctuary. What price do I pay for you infiltrating it?†
 
â€&oelig ;Hilarious, Kaiba. Just like those extra tests you ordered for Gabriel this morning.†You reached 
over and turned off the two-way on the baby monitor and turned up the reception volume. There 
was no need to awaken Gabriel, but you certainly wanted to be interrupted if he needed you. 
 
He sighed, stopping before entering the office completely. His briefcase landed with a thud onto 
a chair next to the study door, his dress coat and tie following. â€œThis conversation has horrible 
timing right now, Tsunawa.†
 
“Then it’s the perfect time for us to address this, isn’t it?†You stood, stepping closer to him. “I 
understand why you would want to know for certain what you’re getting yourself into Kaiba, 
but–†
 
“I am not in the mood to deal with this. I am too tired, too annoyed, going through nicotine 
withdraw, and I certainly need about eight doubles on the rocks before I’ll even consider 
explaining myself to you.†He started going on and on, but immediately stopped. “And since 
when do you think for one moment that I need to explain myself to a member of my staff.†
 
“I&acir c;€™m your son’s aunt, who happens to be playing nanny for you,†you co rrected snidely. “But 
that doesn’t explain why you think that you can get away with treating me like total shit. I’m 
willing to even over look that in light of the whole situation that you, or someone who has their 
heads so far up your ass that you absolutely have to listen to them, demands that you second 
guess yourself for the sake of something that you very well don’t even know if it will ever–†
 
Sudden ly, his anger and exhaustion combined together strongly enough to make him hit the 
ceiling. â&eur o;œGo ahead and keep making your excuses. You need to stop for a second in trying to 
protect Celeste and Gabriel from something that can’t even hurt them.†
 
You tried to protest, but he wasn’t about to let you do so easily. â€œLook at him, for crying out 
loud. Do you think that I don’t see that he’s mine? It’s like looking in a fucking mirror and 

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having your sister’s eyes staring back at me in my body, damnit! Do you really think I would 
want to question it? Do you!†
 
Definitely not the best way for the conversation to go. At least everything was certainly out in 
the open. 
 
But, that still didn’t answer many questions that you and others had about where Gabriel would 
stand in Kaiba’s life. And waiting was probably the thing you liked to do least of all. 
 
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[1] T hank my future mother-in-law for this little acronym. Stands for figure the fucking odds. 
She’s on a mission to try and establish it as a popular catch-term. I figured why not help her in 
her little quest, especially considering that acronym-ing is almost as popular as verb-ing in 
forming new words and phrases for our generation. (Yes, I know, Jensea needs to turn off the 
English-major type geekness every once in a while, lol. Stupid History of the English Language 
and Linguistics classes!) 
 

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