Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lights, Camera, Kaiba ❯ Epilouge ( Chapter 3 )

Lights, Camera, Kaiba-

Epilouge

After the whole episoe, Seto hadn't looked at models the same way again. He sighed as he stared out of the window into the rain. He had finished work and a dozen games of solitaire long ago. This was usually the time for Mokuba to come running and talk to him about how he needed a girlfriend and that he found someone suitable at Serenity's workplace.

But since the kid was probably too busy, Seto was left staring at gray weather. He thought back to Serenity. After the episode, she still did a commendable job raising Mokuba's mischief levels.

"Seto, you look so beautiful!" Mokuba had screamed earlier when he dropped a magazine on to Seto's lap. Seto snatched the magazine from his little brother and saw for himself. As promised, his face was edited out, so he looked for any traces of his name in the text. Finding none, he sighed in relief.

The 'zine was still on his desk. He flipped through it again. There he was from the neck down with a slim waist wearing nothing but a white underwear with a blue waist band.

'Damn, I look good.' He thought cockily. He ran his eyes over the pictures again. It was a feeling he had, an almost regretful feeling. He pictured it. The media world goes crazy trying to find the source of the beautiful body on page 18 and the only three people know the true identity of the Masked Underwear Model. That was seriously disturbing, strange, cheesy and sickening at the same time.

Seto wondered if he'd remember this about a few years from now. He had an excellent memory, but stuff like this would be tuned out. He smiled fondly at the pictures and then it caught his eye. On the biggest picture, where his fingers lay across the waistband and the paper pixels didn't quite come together, glared Serenity's handiwork. Printed along the elastic, almost hidden, were the words: Participating Model- Kaiba, Seto. They were damn near invisible even to Seto's insanely observant eyes. Heh, someone with wits to grace the name of Wheeler.

He thought back to Serenity. He still hadn't forgiven her for playing him or for using his own brother against him, but he definately saw her in a new light. She was a smart kid, unlike her mutt brother, but not as smart as Seto.

"Hey." Seto swiveled in his chair to the door. Serenity stood there along with his brother, both grinning. He'd have to find out why later.

"We still on for dinner?" Serenity asked. "I still don't believe you yourself invited me. You forgive me then?"

Seto smirked. "Hell no! You're going to pick up the check at dinner. And you know how much Mokuba eats."

The CEO grabbed his trench coat and ruffled his indignant brother's hair before leading the two others out.

Nope, Serenity was definately not as smart as him.

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Epilouge. I felt like it since I had nothing better to do. Oh well. R&R please.