Skin
Chapter eight
Otogi jerked awake a few hours later, and learned that it was already seven thirty. "Jesus Christ, I'm late!" he took a quick shower, and put on his ever so white uniform. He grabbed the medicine case and rushed up to Seto's room. He knocked on the door, and he heard a voice, granting his entrance. He opened the door and stood there. "Ohayou gozaimasu," he bowed. "Jama datta gozaimasu ka?" (10) but when he stood back up, he saw Yami on the bed, the thick blanket up to his neck, and had a cold, wet, folded up face towel on his forehead. "Oh dear," Seto was sitting on a chair beside him. The maid was right.
"I have given him something to get his temperature down," said Seto, showing him the pill he had given Yami. It was the same as that of what was inside Otogi's case. "He reached 39˚Celcius,"
"Dear, dear," Otogi approached the bed and took out his stethoscope and proceeded to giving Yami a quick check-up. "Seems to be fine, except for a sky high fever," he put the stethoscope back in his bag. "I believe you will be needing this," he gave Seto a set of medicine. "He will have to take his every four hours. Call me if you need anything, and I'm assuming that you will not require my help?"
"I think I will, but we have to get his temperature down in five hours," said Seto, setting aside the medicine beside the pitcher of room temperature water. "I have to get him home by then,"
"And if his temperature doesn't go down?" Otogi asked
"I will take him home as soon as possible, and I will stay in the Mutou residence with Mr Mutou's permission," Seto gulped. "If he doesn't decide to murder me," he added
Otogi raised a brow. "Will I of your assistance then?"
"Yes, maybe,"
"Thank you for your time, Seto-sama-"
"Wait," said Seto, before Otogi could get out.
"Yes?"
"Will you stay with me in the Mutou Residence to take care of him?"
"Of course, Seto-sama, besides," he said, "You don't have to pass that damned project. There are no classes tomorrow,"
"What? Why?"
"Domino Day," he bowed and left the room.
"Ah," he said, realizing tomorrow would be the day Domino officially became a city. Well, that was another chance to be with Yami the whole day. He stared at the shorter teen lying on the bed, sick. Even though Yami looked pale, he looked beautiful. And he had just realized that their stupid teacher was making fools of him and his classmates. That son of a bitch!
Seto sighed. Maybe it was time to wake Yami to bring him back to his grandfather, so he could tell him his lie for an excuse about Yami's feet, and take the punishment he deserved for not taking care of Yami all the while he was in his home. He shook his head as he turned his head to stare at Yami's beautiful face.
Maybe he shouldn't wait five hours. That would get him into more trouble. He stood up and started packing Yami's things. In spite of how fast he moved from one corner of the room to another, he left the place in order rather than leaving it a disaster, as most people would do when they start to pack their things.
Seto called Otogi's attention, and had him pack the rest of Yami's things as he headed for the kitchen to get the chefs to make something for Mr Mutou and Yuugi.
Wait.
Yuugi.
How old was that boy?
He stopped in his steps by the living room, trying to remember what level Yuugi was in. Aha! It finally came to him when he had remembered last year's recognition day. Yuugi was top of his fourth grade class. Therefore, he probably was in fifth grade right now. Good. He could stop over the mall later and get him an Xbox or a Wii or something. And Mr Mutou, he could get him a new supply of new toys for his shop, straight from the Kaiba Industries Factories, of course. Yeah. And the royalty won't be going to go back to him.
And of course, he'd have to tell the old man that he was planning to take Yami to New York for skin treatment. He'd never let that pass. That man would kill him for being responsible for Yami's feet being burned.
He took out his phone and dialed for Isono, though he knew he was just around the house, he would just tire himself in looking for him. "Isono. Get new supplies of toys, etc from Kaiba Industries. Get one truckload. We'll take them to the Mutous. Use the copter if you need to. We're leaving in three to four hours."
Seto made his way around the house, not really having a destination in mind. He just wanted to get Yami home as soon as possible, get those feet healed, and me him his. Of course, not physically. He should wait for that.
"You. Make cakes, pastries, Japanese, French, or whatever and pack them up," he told one of the servants, "I'll be bringing those to the Mutous as presents," he passed by Otogi who was having tea with the old woman who told him about what happened to Mokuba one Halloween. "Otogi."
Otogi quickly knelt. "Hai, Seto-sama,"
"Go get Mokuba and tell him to buy or find some gadgets, devices, etc. for a ten year old boy. I don't care if you find a brand new PSP or an unused 80gig iPod somewhere in the house. Wrap it up, and I'm taking them to the Mutous,"
"Wakarimashita." Otogi stood up and did as he was told.
"I heard my name," Seto turned around. It was Mokuba, just finished talking to Otogi, whom he told to find wrappers for what Seto had just ordered. "What's up, Niisama?"
"I was just thinking of things to bring to the Mutous. You don't happen to have unused, unopened, brand new things, do you?"
"Do I?" Mokuba laughed. "Seto, you don't know how many PSPs, cellphones and other crap I already have that I got last time we had a publicity bash. It's all in the stock room. Untouched ever since the wrapping was taken off of them. I even donated some of them to the servant's children, turns out I still had half of it," he explained.
"Let me see. I'll have them wrapped up. Two of everything." Seto put his arm over Mokuba's shoulders and led him to the stock room.
"Two of everything? Gods, Seto. That'd be like two PSPs, two iPods, two LG Cookies, two everything!"
"We went on a two day vacation, didn't we? It's only right that we give them presents. When was this last party anyways, two weeks ago?" he asked, dodging a maid who was scrubbing the wooden floors.
"Yep." They stopped and Mokuba opened the doors. "It wouldn't look like it's pre-owned, right?" he flicked on the lights and piles of gadgets of all sorts were stacked up together.
"No. You haven't even ripped through the plastic." Seto saw two Dells, three Acers and two Macs. "Why the fuck would they give you laptops when you have your own three floors of computer analysts in Kaiba Corp and your own computer room?" he picked the Dell up.
"Beats me," he said, rummaging through the boxes, then found what he was looking for. "FOUND IT!"
"Found what?" Seto turned around.
"The PSPs, the Wiis, the Xboxes, PS3s, you name it, it's all here," Mokuba put his hands on his hips and sighed at the sight. "You're giving them two of everything? Are you sure?"
"Yeah. One for his brother and one for Yami. No fights." Seto held up the Dell. "You think I should give them two of these?"
Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Seto." He laughed. "Hey, there's the cellphones." He pointed to one direction and approached the boxes. "Let's see…Cookie. Express Music. Samsung. Sony Ericsson…"
"Get the Cookie, and the ESeries and the Express Music."
"Do you even know how hard it is to text on a Cookie? And you're planning to give him one?"
"What do you want me to give him? Audi?"
"Very funny, Seto." Mokuba started carrying out the boxes of gadgets Seto wanted to give to Yami and Yuugi were to be given. "He just had his feet burned. You think he could drive it as soon as you give it to him?"
"I'll give it to him after his therapy."
"Majika yo?!" (11)
"Un."
Mokuba shook his head. "You're hopeless."
"What?" Seto asked. "It's going to be just a few million yen,"
"Yeah, I few million yen that I could just use for pocket money and go to France to buy butter croissants," said Mokuba sarcastically. Seto rolled his eyes. "Or maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Seto turned back to the room and took out two laptops. "What is going on inside that head of yours, Kaiba Mokuba?"
"You could buy him Armani, Gucci-"
"Mokuba, Yami hates branded things."
"How do you know that?"
"He threw the BVLGARI perfume that German exchange student von Shroider gave him outside the classroom window the moment the German left. Almost hit a freshman below."
"BVLGARI?"
"Yep. The man was kind, really, Yami just didn't like branded things,"
"But he accepted your perfume." Mokuba grinned.
"Yeah, he did,"
"Your line is the most expensive ones in the world, Seto, don't you think he'll accept it if it was your line?" he crossed his arms.
Seto thought for a second. "Yeah, maybe-"
"Don't worry Seto, I've had loads of clothes designed already." He cut Seto off and saw Otogi approach. Before Seto could open his mouth in protest, Mokuba already had words flying off his mouth. "Otogi. Wrap these up as nicely as you can. And Seto," he looked at him. "Those clothes will arrive here any minute now."
"Kaiba-sama?" a servant in a haori called their attention.
"What is it?" Seto answered, turning his back on him and walking back to the kitchen, letting the servant follow him.
"Kujaku Mai has unexpectedly arrived." He announced.
Seto stopped in his steps. "I TOLD YOU!!!" Mokuba boomed from the end of the hall. "SHE'S HERE WITH ALL THE CLOTHES!" he ran to the mansion entrance.
Seto shook his head. "This is fucking unbelievable." He went after Mokuba and welcomed Mai.
"Kaiba-kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" Mai opened her arms and gave Seto kisses, leaving a purple lipstick mark everywhere her lips went. "You look handsome! What do you have for me? I know there's a few hundred thousand yen you're going to give me!!"
Seto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Mokuba, swipe the credit card," he told him. "Mai, please get the clothes in, and help the servants wrap them up. I'll be taking Yami home," he nodded at her once, and headed for Yami's room. "Hey," he said softly to wake Yami up.
Yami opened his eyes. "Am I safe now? With you?" Yami whispered back.
"Yes,"
"Will I be always with you?"
"If you want to,"
"I want to,"
"Good," he said, helping Yami sit up, and carried him in a bridal fashion. "Come on, I'm going to get you home, buy you a huge intercontinental breakfast, and keep you safe beside me,"
(10) Am i disturbing you?
(11) You're serious!?