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When you woke Sunday morning you felt well rested, stretching and arching against your sheets and across your bed. When you finally opened your eyes you almost jumped at the sight of unfamiliar surroundings, then remembered oh wait, I live here now. And for whatever reason, that put you in a lovely mood.
You showered and put on something comfortable, checking your phone as you headed downstairs.
Seto Kaiba
There’s no need for you to come in this morning, stay home with Mokuba. I’ll see you when I get off work.
With a smile, you replied cheekily.
Good, because I wasn’t going to come in anyway~
You found the younger Kaiba milling about in the kitchen moaning at the woman you’d encountered the other night. “What’s he on about now?”
Mokuba sat in a barstool and slumped across the island. “Ms. Ihara is taking forever with my breakfast.”
She popped her head out through the service window to smile at him. “Well, darlin’, you shouldn’t have waited until you were so hungry before you said something.”
When she asked what you wanted for breakfast you blushed, not used to having people wait on you. Of course, that was going to become normal now, wasn’t it? “Uh, I’ll have what he’s having.”
While the two of you waited to eat Mokuba shot you sly grins in between texts as he fiddled with his phone. Eventually he was just flat out smiling at you without any indication of what his reason was.
“Okay what is your issue?” you finally demanded, boring holes into his stare.
His grin only widened. “So what happened last night?”
“Oh my God.”
“Come on, tell me!”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s none of your business!”
“But he’s my brother.”
“Then have him tell you.”
“... Okay.”
“No wait I take it back!”
His merciless teasing last all through breakfast and well into the afternoon, even as the two of you hopped from room to room trying to keep yourself occupied. ‘Just tell me’, ‘Something did happen, right?’, ‘Did you guys make out? You probably did’, ‘Oh shit... you already slept together didn’t you?’, and countless other comments flew out of his mouth at an almost constant speed.
By the time the sun started to set and evening settled in you’d had plenty of that. “Okay Mokuba, either you shut up, or I shut you up.”
He sighed and waved you off, offing a comment about it having been boring for the past few hours anyways. So he quietly followed you to the kitchen and watched you make a pot of coffee, growing curious as you fished out a coffee thermos from one of the cupboards. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making coffee.”
Mokuba groaned. “Obviously, why do you need a thermos, are we going somewhere?”
You kept your mouth shut until the pot chimed and you filled the portable mug. “Yes we are.”
Hesitantly he grabbed a set of keys of the hook by a door you hadn’t noticed before and lead you questioningly to one of the various cars in the garage. “Where to?”
“Kaiba Corp.”
He picked a car and dropped into the driver’s seat with a loud sigh, starting the engine and staring at you. “Do you really need to take him coffee? There’s a pot in the –“
The look you gave him cut him off, and you assumed you looked somewhat like a wild banshee, which seemed to do the trick just fine. He didn’t complain any further, and turned up the radio to drown out the awful silence.
As soon as he pulled in to the front lot you were out of the car before he even cut the engine, and you could hear him jogging to catch up with you as you opened the doors. You’d never been on the ground floor during this hour, generally you were at your desk, so the crowd of people unsettled you.
Mokuba took your hand and lead you around bustling groups of people, sidestepping and weaving in and out of moving clusters of bodies. Finally the two of you reached an elevator off the side of the front desk, and neither of you bothered waiving your ID at the woman who probably just ignored you anyhow. Once inside, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad to be out of the crowd you so seldomly dealt with.
It was hard not to clutch the coffee thermos between your fingers, truthfully you were a tad nervous about seeing Kai – Seto during work hours, especially if you weren’t at work. Also the whole name thing was going to take a lot of getting used to.
The bell sounded as the doors opened, and the two of you stepped out into his office as quietly as possible. Mokuba made for the couch while you approached his brother, pointedly setting his coffee on his desk as he looked at you.
“Wait, why are you here –?”
“You fucked up my ritual, don’t question me just take it,” you replied, glaring at the other mug that he’d only barely touched.
By the way he looked between the thermos and the mug you were glaring at with disdain, and decidedly picked the former over the latter, you were sure that the secretary hadn’t caught on yet. Good thing you showed up.
“Thank you.”
You nodded with a sigh, feeling content that you’d been able stick to your routine without much of an issue. Honestly you’d half expected that you’d get kicked out and told to go back home, but since Kim wasn’t a coffee drinker it was expected that she simply wouldn’t be able to provide the kind of coffee he’d come to rely on.
That was all right, you were more than happy to drive to the office every day if that’s what it took. Besides, that’s basically what you’d agreed to when you’d bargained for your own café, and the thought still made you all warm and fuzzy inside.
You’d absentmindedly found yourself sitting on his desk staring out the window, and when you realized what you were doing you were a little surprised he hadn’t told you to get off. You supposed you couldn’t help it, the view was nice, and you wondered if he ever turned around to enjoy it.
But that got you thinking, and again you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that the whole thing was just so weird. You started out working in a coffee shop, using it pay your bills and make tiny dents in your student loans. Originally, you couldn’t stand the sight of Kaiba waltzing in and ordering you around like he owned you. And somehow, somewhere along the line, you’d done something to change his mind.
It really didn’t seem like it had been that long ago, but time really was just a relative concept, and you weren’t about to question it either. You figured it very well could have been years, but perhaps the outcome would have been the same either way. And you were glad that you’d ended up where you did, even if it had been all at once.
In some strange way you just seemed to fit in with their dysfunctional little family, Mokuba might as well have thought the world of you, and you’d somehow managed to have grown on Seto, too. You really wouldn’t have it any other way.