Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Time on a Chain ❯ Chapter 24

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Time 26

Seto looked in on Joey, he and Willow were going shopping soon and he wanted to know if he
wanted anything.

Mokuba was with Joey, reading to him from a manga. They hadn't been more than two feet apart
for more than an hour since Joey and Willow came home from the hospital.

"You two want anything? Willow and I are going to the mall. If you want something, we'll be
more than happy to pick it up for you."

Joey turned his head to look at Seto, eyeing him sleepily. At Mokuba's sharp 'Joey' he put his
face back in the cut out in the table like bed.

"Naw, just a new boyfriend. This one's too bossy "

"Joey, you better be good. That velcro still works."

"Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises. I'm soo scared. I'll sic Willow on you."

Willow hearing her name stuck her head in the door, grinned at everyone and shook sweat out of
her hair on Seto. He swatted at her and growled, "You better get a shower. We're leaving in
thirty minutes, Miss Stinky."

Willow was, as Joey put it, 'all better'. The stitches had come out of her leg two days after they
got home. She'd picked them out herself, much to Seto's annoyance and Fannies amusement.
Willow had said that she didn't want to go back to the hospital for any reason short of another
gun shot wound. She'd even taken up her kata again.

"Willow, you're the most aggravating person. I swear."

"What, Joey?" Willow's wide-eyed innocent look fooled the fly on the wall, maybe. "You get
better and I'll let you work out with me again. Until the Doctor says you can though, you'll be a
good boy."

Joey grumped at Willow and Mokuba grimaced. He wasn't too happy with the thought of Joey
doing anything too strenuous.

Seto smacked her on the bottom and snarled, "Shower, now. Shopping trip. Go."

"Going, going, gone." Willow skipped through the door and into the bath room. She showered
and washed her hair. After drying off she rummaged in the closet for some clothes. She chose a
pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After rejecting sneakers and snatching up a pair of sandals, she took
her hair brush and an elastic to the main room where Joey was using up his breakfast 'hour'
looking out the wide window at the Tokyo sky line and critiquing Seto's outfit.

"Seto, you know that you're too skinny to be wearing jeans that tight. Makes you look anorexic. .
. . Holy shit! Willow!" Joey's yelp brought Mokuba and Seto's attention to her

"What? Don't like the shirt? Jeans too tight. What?" Willow gave Seto a dirty look. He was
standing staring at her like he'd never seen her before.

"No. Just . . . We haven't seen you with your hair down in a long, long time. You're so beautiful
that way. Sex on two feet and . . . come here."

Willow smirked at them and sashayed across the room, the high heeled sandals she was wearing
making her walk in a hip swaying manner that made Seto wonder if he could talk her into
forgetting shopping in favor of staying in. He gathered her into his arms and proceeded to kiss
her until she was gasping for breath and clutching his shoulders for support.

"My, my. Maybe we could put off shopping for a while."

"No you don't, you two are going shopping. You've been inside way too long. You need some
time out of this apartment." Mokuba knew exactly what they wanted to do. He wanted to do it to,
only with Joey, but getting the two older teens out of the apartment so they could was hard. He
still felt self conscious about them hearing something.

Willow gave Mokuba a knowing look and he turned bright red. Seto ignored it, he knew what
Mokuba and Joey were going to be up to and he knew Mokuba was still embarrassed. Joey was
slightly exhibitionistic and couldn't have cared less. He gave Seto and Willow a cheeky grin and
made shooing motions.

"As soon as Seto brushes and braids my hair we're out of here. I'll bring back bentos if you don't
want to have ramen."

As soon as Willow and Seto were out the door Joey and Mokuba headed for their room and took
advantage of their absence to do what boys do. After the mad rush to completion they lay in bed
together talking softly about what they wanted from life.

"I want you to be the most recognized artist in Japan. You're good. I'm so glad that the show
went well. You know you sold almost everything that wasn't already sold the next day."

Joey yawned. "I haven't the slightest idea what you just said. All I know is you need to get a real
job. Something to challenge you. You're bored and that's going to lead to trouble. You know
how you get."

Mokuba poked at Joey persuading him to roll over on his side then his belly, where he could put
his forehead on his folded arms. Joey grumbled a little but he'd been really good about staying
face down. The last Doctors visit had resulted in the man telling them that Joey was healing
rapidly and well.

"Next Doctors visit I hope he tells me I can get off that damn bed. I'm gonna be permanently
sway backed. Mo'? Koi? Do not cry. Damnit I thought we were all over this."

Mokuba had become weepy soon after Joey had come home, he knew it was stress related and
had just gone with the flow for a while but he'd started seeing his therapist again and it was
helping quite a lot.

"I'm sorry, Joey, I can't help it. What if that guy had connected better? He could have killed
you."

"Yeah, I know. I think about it once in a while. I'm through with fighting. Only for exercise and
only with heavy head gear."

"Not at all! You do kata with Willow. I catch you boxing ever, for any reason other than life or
death, and I'll cut you off for a month. No nookie, no kissie, no nothing; and you'll sleep on the
couch. I mean it."

Joey hugged Mokuba and nodded into his hair. "Ok, Lover. I promise. No boxing. You'll run
with me in the park. ok?"

Mokuba nodded, "ok, run in the park, I can't wait. You'll never keep up with me."

"Bet? I'm fairly fast. Or at least I used to be. I'm in such bad shape now that I couldn't out run a
little old lady."

Mokuba snorted, it had only been two weeks. Joey hadn't fallen off that much, he was just
cranky because he was restless.

Joey yawned. He been awake until late last nigh. He was having trouble sleeping. He spent too
much time in bed and it was beginning to tell on him.

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Willow wandered from one side of the mall to the other. She was looking for a certain jewelry
store. She'd seen it the last time they'd been here and she'd seen something she wanted but
hadn't been able to buy it. They'd been attacked.

"There! Seto we have to go in here. Come on." Willow tugged at Seto's arm.

She looked in the window and sighed happily. What she wanted was still here.

"That. I'd like to see that bracelet in the window."

The clerk eyed Willow in her fashionably worn jeans and cropped off t-shirt. She didn't look like
one of the richest women in the world, in fact she looked like a highschool girl out with her
boyfriend for the day.

"What? I'd like to see the bracelet in the window, the silver one."

"That's platinum. And quite expensive."

Willow smiled at the clerk, and handed her a credit card. "Scan that then I want to see the
bracelet, please."

The clerk scanned the card and nearly fainted. {Unlimited, oh my god.} She hurried to the
window and got the bracelet. Handing it to Willow she had to smile as Willow examined it
carefully and then turned to Seto.

"Gimme."

"Huh?"

"Intelligent. Give me your hand. Or, rather, your wrist. I want to see how it looks."

Willow reached out and took Seto by the hand and put the bracelet on his wrist. It looked like it
belonged there. It was just tight enough that it wouldn't catch on things but loose enough that it
was comfortable.

"I'll take it."

"Don't you what to know how much it is? It's a thousand dollars."

Willow smiled, "I don't care how much it is. He'll wear it."

Seto looked at the bracelet and then at Willow, she smirked back. Seto didn't wear jewelry. She
didn't think he owned more than a rather cheap wrist watch.

"Very nice. You have good taste. Thank you" Seto decided that he was going to accept the gift
gracefully. "No one's ever given me much of anything . . . except Mokuba."

"You'll have to get used to it. I'm going to be buying you stuff for birthdays and such."

Seto got a horrified look on his face and said 'Shit' rather distinctly.

Willow grinned at him knowing he wasn't fussing about her present.

"What?"

"Tomorrow is Joey's birthday. Damnit. I almost forgot. He'll be eighteen we've got to get him
something special."

The clerk brightened, first a bracelet that no one had ever thought would sell, now a birthday for
a friend of Kaiba Seto. She'd finally placed his face, he was on the cover of Tokyo Today as the
Philanthropist of the Year. He'd begun work on some kind of clinic or something.

"I've been looking at a pair of sunglasses for him. You know he's supposed to protect his eyes
from glare."

Seto considered. That was good for her but he wanted to get Joey something really special. He
wandered around the store for a while and couldn't find a thing. Then he saw something that
gave him an idea.

"I'll take that. "

The clerk hurried to box up his choice.

"Seto! What?"

Seto smirked happily. "I know. But it's just a rain check."

Willow grinned back. "He's going to love it. But," Willow stuck out her lower lip. "I want one
too"

"Damn, look at that lip. Gonna get it." Seto leaned over and bit her gently on the lip. "You go
over to the Sunglass Hut across the way. I'll be along in a second."

"Ok. Just as soon as I pay for that bracelet. I can just see the headlines now. Seto Kaiba arrested
for shoplifting."

Willow payed the clerk and left. The minute she did Seto pointed to something else. "I'll take
that."

"The whole set?"

"Of course the whole set. I take a size eight and she's a women's size five. How close to fitting
are they."

"The men's is an eight but the lady's is a six. But you can have it resized after you give it to her.
Just bring it back with the recite. She's a very lucky lady."

"No, I'm a damn lucky man. She's . . . everything I could ever want."

Seto caught up with Willow as she was paying for a pair of sunglasses. She turned to Seto and he
tucked her against him, she settled there and they walked around the mall for a while. When they
came back to the door they'd entered by Seto's car pulled up

"Seto you signaled him, didn't you. Is that com unit working ok? Or were you just lucky"

Seto gave her an exasperated look. "I'm lucky, but I'm good too. My electronics always work."

"Oh sure." Willow sneered, remembering a week of Seto snarling and getting shocked until he
got the new super miniature com unit working. It fit in his collar without the gigantic buttons of
the old coat. Not that she minded the thing, in fact she had fond memories of it. However Seto
was always developing something new, smaller, better. She could see life as a constant stream of
new and interesting developments.

"They do . . . eventually. I'll admit this was some what of a challenge. What with you getting out
of bed when you shouldn't and Mokuba bursting into tears at the drop of a . . . anything. And
Joey needing to be entertained. He was the worst off of all of us and the least trouble."

Willow had the grace to look a bit abashed. She'd known that Seto was going to be difficult
about her getting up before the doctor said that she could, but she had gotten out of bed and
started exercising the day after they'd come home from the hospital, which had driven Seto into
hysterics. He'd been sure that they were going to have a repeat performance of her infected foot.

"Sorry, but you know that caltrop was dirty. Besides . . ."

"Besides nothing. You're a real pain in my . . ."

"Do. Not. Say. It"

"Ok but I love you anyway." Seto hugged her to him and then helped her into the car "We're
going home, Frank."

"Seto what about the . . . "

"I'll just call the dealer ship and have four delivered."

"Ok."

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Willow hollered, "Tadima!" and kicked her shoes off. She laughed at Mokuba when he came
clumping down the stairs two at a time. Joey ambled down right after him going to his bed and
crawling on it with a melodramatic groan.

I'll sure be glad when I can get off this thing. I'm dyin'"

Willow set out the bento boxes she'd picked up. This ordering by phone was great. All they had
to do was call, then drive by and pick it up.

Seto tried to fake her out, reaching for something from one side then going for real from the
other. She blocked him easily, snickering as he grunted in frustration. She picked out a shrimp
and held it out to him. When he reached for it, she jerked it away. He obediently opened his
mouth, she popped it in and giggled when he caught her wrist, holding her still as he licked her
finger.

Ecchii"

"Am not!"

"Are too."

Mokuba interjected. "Is not. You're a complete hentai."

"Thank you so much, Little Brother." Seto gave Mokuba a sour look.

"You're welcome. . . Joey, come on, it's on the table."

Joey grinned at them and flopped into the chair. He was cheating just a little. But he was so near
healed that they were cutting him a little slack. But very little. The warning looks came from all
sides.

"I'm going right back. I swear. I just want to sit up and act human for a while. Two weeks of flat
on my stomach and another yet to go. . . ." Joey reached out and patted Mokuba on the hand.
"Mo', pass the soy sauce, will you. I'm tired of doing nothing. I haven't gotten my grade yet and
I want to, so I can make sure I'm in the same class as everyone else."

Seto swallowed quickly and reached for his phone. After looking at the screen he answered and
just listened for a few minutes.

"As soon as I finish eating I'm going to shut myself up in my office for a couple of hours.
Business I can't avoid."

"Big Brother. You aren't going to . . . "

"MO'! Leave him alone. He promised, you know he won't break it. Stop nagging."

Joey poked Mokuba making him snap his mouth shut in the middle of what he'd been saying.
He'd become something of a nag. Seto had to do some work every now and then. The business
wouldn't run forever on inertia, but he limited the time ruthlessly.

Willow just smiled. 'Little Mother' was finally letting his insecurities show, between the
weepiness and the nagging he was becoming something of a problem. His therapist had told them
to just put up with it. It was a manifestation of TSD and would go away on it's own as soon as he
was sure that nothing else bad would happen. She vowed to make sure that nothing else bad
happened.

"But . . . I"

"Mo'" Joeys warning tone of voice showed who was in charge of that relationship.

"All right, I'll drop it . But I don't have to like it." Mokuba pouted.

"Eat. You can pout later. I'll even sit up for an extra little while."

Three voices snapped, "No you won't,"

"Damn . . . quadrophonic."

"Don't be an ass, Wheeler. You know the Doctor said one more week. But I asked if you could
get off sooner. He said as soon as he got the results of the last tests he'd know for sure. He's
supposed to call me this afternoon. Until then, like Mokuba said, that velcro still works."

"God you all are perverts. Into bondage, with my tender body as uke."

Everyone laughed. Joey knew that Seto would never tie him down. The few times he'd really
thrown over the traces Seto had spent hours persuading him that it was necessary and then read to
him and played chess to keep him entertained. The biggest problem was Joey wanted to draw and
he wasn't supposed to, or read or play video games; all of which would have kept him quietly
entertained for hours.

Joey helped clear the table then went to lie back down. Seto stacked the boxes and sent Mokuba
to take them to the desk for pick up. Then he headed for his office, kissing Willow on his way by.

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"I'm calling a family meeting. Everyone around the dining room table, please."

Seto rounded them all up and settled himself at the head of the table. Whoever called the meeting
got that place.

"You look very pleased with yourself." Willow smiled indulgently. "What have you been up to?"

"Lots and lots." Seto smirked happily. "First, Joey; the Doctor called. The tests came back clear.
You're completely healed, as of now you're free." Joey's whoop was echoed by Mokuba.

"Second, the board of education has examined all our tests and agreed that all of us have
completed the requirements for graduation and there is no need for us to continue to go to school.
Especially with our security concerns.

"Third, Weevil Underwood turned himself in and made a full confession." Seto pinned Willow
with a sharp look. "For which we have a certain . . . person who shall remain unnamed . . . to
thank. He's going to spend a significant amount of time in prison. His family has disowned him.
So they are all out of the picture for ever. Which also takes care of the other facet of that
problem.

"Fourth, I'm starting a soft ware company, subsidiary to Kaiba Corp. It will be called K&W
Games. It will be a game development arm of KC. I'm president and head of development, Joey
is head of the art department; Mokuba, you're head of legal and distribution. Willow you're just
cute.

"I'm head of security. And fight consultant. I get an initial in the name too."

Seto grinned, "Ok. Anything you want. We'll start organization in four months."

Seto pushed his chair back and dropped to one knee. Willow gave him an odd look but turned
when he pulled on her.

"Willow, after all we've been through I would like to ask you to marry me. Please. I love you
more than life itself. Please?"

He extended the ring to her, she held out her hand and allowed him to put the ring on her finger.

"I'll marry you. When?"

"As soon as possible. Tomorrow. No sorry not then. Joey's birthday."

We don't have to rush. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. That velcro still works you
know."

Seto laughed delightedly. That had turned into something of an inside joke.

"We could do it in the spring. Cherry blossom time. That gives Mokuba time to close his mouth
and Joey time to design a mural for us to get married in front of."

Joey and Mokuba were sitting like book ends with identical shocked expressions on their faces.
Seto had proposed to Willow! It shouldn't have come as quite the surprise it did.

Joey came to first and demanded to see the ring. It was a simple solitaire and not even that big,
about four carats set in a platinum setting. But instead of being set in a prong setting it was an
emerald cut bezel set in a wide band. Very unusual and just what Seto would have designed if he
hadn't found it ready made.

"Nice. Too bad Mo' and I can't do something similar."

"No reason you shouldn't take vows if you want to. Not legal, but a piece of paper isn't going to
make any difference to you two."

Willow quit staring at her ring long enough to nod shortly. "It's the thought that counts after all.
Isn't that right Seto."

"Exactly.

"My god. We're turning into a real family. Neurotic, psychotic, asocial, scared and outrageously
weird, but a real family all the same."

He looked around at the others who were looking at him in various stages of shock and joy.

Seto looked at his watch. Willow winced, she hated that thing. She'd stolen it when they were on
the streets, shortly after they'd hocked his Rolex. He didn't even seem to notice the fact that it
was a cheap knock off.

"What's wrong, Koi? Every time I look for the time you get a funny look on your face."

"I hate that stupid watch."

"You gave it to me."

"Don't care. I reminds me of the street days. You have to have a nicer one than that."

Seto took the watch off and dropped it into the trash with a shrug.

"I don't, but that's not a problem. I can borrow one from Mokuba. He must have ten, at least."

"So I'm a shopaholic. You borrow stuff from me all the time and so does Joey." Mokuba smiled
to take the sting out of his words.

He really didn't care one way or the other, anyone was free to borrow anything they wanted. He
could always buy new. He liked shopping. Unlike Seto, who barely tolerated it, and Joey was
impossible. He always wound up in an art store.

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Willow grumbled when Seto nudged her. They'd made a late night of it, with a lot of fun had by
both of them, but now she was still sleepy.

"I do' wanna. Wazamattayu?" Willow buried her face in the pillow and tried to recapture sleep.
Seto shook her gently.

"Up! I need you. Come on before Joey and Mokuba get up."

Willow opened one eye and tried glaring at Seto. A one-eyed glare didn't seem to be getting her
any results so she grudgingly crawled out of bed and stood curling her toes in the carpet.

"Get dressed. We got to set up Joey's birthday present."

"Oh yeah! Did they come? Are they nice?" suddenly Willow was wide awake. She couldn't wait
to see the look on Joey's face when he saw his 'present' then saw the real thing.

Seto and Willow got down to the garage and arranged the presents without getting caught by
Joey. Mokuba was up and rummaging around in the kitchen but he didn't ask any questions, just
gave them an odd look.

When they returned, Seto impatiently began peppering Mokuba with questions.

"Where's Joey? What's he doing? When is he going to come down for breakfast? Can you hurry
him up?"

"Seto, one at a time. In the bedroom or bathroom. Still sleeping or showering. Never. No."

"Why? . . ." Willow put her hand over Seto's mouth gently.

"Will you let the poor boy talk?"

"Thank you, Willow. Today is his birthday and I promised him breakfast in bed. So he's
probably showering."

"Oh . . . well, the minute you're done with breakfast I want you downstairs. I've got a present for
him and so does Willow."

"Ok, but we're not making it fast, nor are we . . . um . . . doing 'it'." He turned bright red. "We
already did."

Seto shuddered dramatically, growling, "More information than I needed . . . way more."

Willow snickered, she knew what was coming next. She thought it was a good idea.

"Why don't you both come up with me? There's enough food here for all of us. We'll have kind
of a pick nick."

So they all wound up in Mokuba and Joey's bed with toast and eggs and bacon, orange juice and
coffee. They spilled a glass of juice and got crumbs everywhere. The laughing and giggling
would have gotten them a reprimand if there had been an adult anywhere around. Finally Willow
called a halt to the silliness exclaiming, "Here, Mokuba! Don't sit on that, you'll squash it. Give
it to Joey, it's his birthday present from me."

Joey opened the package and put the sunglasses on with a supercilious air.

"Very shi-shi. Now I look like a don. All I have to do is slick my hair back."

"Yuck!" Mokuba bopped him in the chest with a pillow.

Joey yelped, "Help! Assault!" And flopped back on the bed

"Wrong side, not to mention wrong end, you ass." Seto watched their antics with amusement.

Mokuba immediately swatted Seto in the face and the fight was on, with Joey prudently staying
out of it. But he made an effective cheering section for Mokuba.

After bursting two pillows and covering the room with a flurry of feathers they headed for the
main room, with Seto herding the still squabbling trio like sheep.

"Come on. I want . . . well, I want a lot, but right now I want Joey to open his present from me."

Joey obediently opened the box and carefully put the crystal motorcycle on the table. He just sat
and looked at it for a second, then he turned it around and looked some more. After a few
moments he looked at Seto with a puzzled expression.

"Ummm. . . . it's very nice, Seto. But I don't collect crystal. I'm . . . um . . . HOLY SHIT!" Joey
finally noticed the key taped to the base of the statuette. "It's a rain check it's a promise
ohmygod. Where is it? Whereisit. Tell . . . tell, quick!"

Joey was fairly dancing in his impatience. He grabbed Seto by the arm and tugged, dragging him
in the general direction of the door.

"Joey, you can't just take off like that."

"Oh yes I can. I'm dressed and everything. Where is it? Seto, if you don't show me that motor,
I'm gonna . . ."

"Self-destruct? Ok! Easy! Come with me . . . all of you." Seto turned and led the way to the
garage, where Mokuba nearly flattened him as he realized that there were four identical
motorcycles.

"Oh hell, Big Brother. I love you. I do. You really going to let me ride that?"

"Yes I am. You're old enough that I need to quit wrapping you up in bubble wrap. I'll always be
here for you. You know that. But I'm done making your decisions for you. Make your own
mistakes and I'll help you snatch your chestnuts out of the fire on demand."

Joey had already mounted his bike and was checking it out happily. He looked up at Seto, his
eyes glowing with pleasure.

"Seto, we need helmets and leathers. It's not safe to ride without them. We need to go to the
dealership and shop."

Seto grinned at Willow. "Told you."

"Ok, ok, here. Tight wad!" Willow gave Seto a twenty-yen coin which he tucked into his pocket
with a very satisfied look.

Mokuba couldn't resist that any more than a bear could resist honey. " What was that all about?"

"Willow said Joey would want to take off right away. I said he wouldn't go anywhere without
safety gear. I won. One of the few times I've won over her."

They all scrambled into the limo and, at Mokuba's insistence, the driver bent the speed limits to
get them to the dealership. Willow suggested just riding the bikes and was told that they wouldn't
make it two blocks, it was against several laws.

At the dealership they all found leathers and helmets that matched the bikes. Seto picked a set
that made him look feral and dangerous, just tight enough, with straps and buckels. Mokuba
picked chaps and a plain jacket that could have belonged to anyone but looked very good on him,
emphasizing his small stature and slender build. Willow picked out a 'cat suit' that made her
look like she'd been poured into it. Joey couldn't help it, he picked the same leathers Seto had.

"I know, we look like twins until we take our helmets off, but I like this."

Seto just shrugged. "If you like them, buy them. I kind of like the idea that we look like we
belong . . ." Seto turned around, took one look at Willow and yelped. "Over my dead and
bleeding body. Get out of that . . . thing, before I have a heart attack."

Willow curled her lip. "If I can't have this, I'm getting a set just like yours."

"Fine, fine. If Mo' gets the same, we'll look like a gang." But Mokuba refused, saying all the
straps and buckles made his head hurt.

"I'll wind up with something I'm fond of zipped up in the wrong place."

When they payed, the clerk smiled and spent an inordinate amount of time bowing and scraping.
Seto realized why as they got into the car. He'd just bought four motorcycles, four helmets, and
four complete sets of leathers, including boots and gloves, without batting an eye.

They took it in turns to nag the driver until he broke, no fractured, the speed limits back to Kaiba
Towers.

They piled out of the car like puppies out of a box, mounted their bikes and headed out of the
garage in a cluster, engines reving.

They wound up playing traffic tag with Tokyo morning rush hour, which actually lasted two
hours and sometimes three. Seto followed Mokuba who followed Willow who followed Joey in
and out of six lanes of crawling cars, busses, trucks and other motorcycles, ridden by people with
less nerve or more sense.

They did fine until they started passing each other and caused a minor wreck. The police arrived
just in time to see Seto give the man his particulars and tell him to get his car fixed and send the
bill to him. The man goggled at the card then started bowing and apologizing. Seto patted him on
the shoulder and prepared to deal with the pissed off looking cop.

Joey just handed his licence to the cop along with Mokuba's. Willow produced hers from the
depths of her jacket. The cop looked at all four, then sent his partner to check them out. While
their credentials were being cleared, he just stood looking at the four teens and their very
expensive machines. When his partner came back, he went to the car and the older officer handed
around their id's.

"Look, I know you're rich enough to pay for any damage you might have caused, but think about
this. What if you had done more than cause a fender bender?"

"I know, Officer. My only excuse is it's Joey's birthday and we're celebrating. I bought him the
bike for it."

The cop looked at Seto, who gave him back a placating look, full of humor and slightly pleading.

"Well, I'll let it slide this time, but you kids think about what I said. And you all need to think
about growing up, be a little more responsible for yourselves."

He couldn't understand why they all laughed until they had to hang onto each other.