No, My Last Name Isn't Kaiba (Seto Kaiba X Reader)

Four

You woke to the sounds of the plane hitting the runway. Seto was no longer in the seat directly next to you- in his place was a pillow which your head had been resting on. As you looked around, you saw that he was sitting across the aisle from you.

"We're here!" Jade announced as she looked out the window. "Man, Japan looks so cool!"

"Let's practice our Japanese," you suggested.

"Great!" Jade squealed. "Mr. Kaiba can help us if we mispronounce anything," she said.

You turned to Seto. "I mean, if he's willing," you said in Japanese.

He looked up, shrugged and said, "I'm done signing contracts for the day."

Jade grinned. "Okay, we'll start off simple. My name is Jade. What do you do for a living?"

You snickered. "I am.... One hell of a butler," you replied with a huge smile.

Jade lost it and began to cackle, falling off of her chair as the plane stopped. Even Seto cracked a smile, though you suspected it was forced for Jade's benefit.

Once you got off the plane, Seto immediately waved the two of you past customs. "Let's go. The others already got here. Our expected arrival was pushed back because of a detour."

"You can't just walk past customs!" Jade exclaimed.

"I'm Seto Kaiba," he reminded her. "I basically decide who lives and who dies."

You chuckled in spite of yourself, then quickly took on a stoic face. You didn't need Seto to think you were weak just because of a little joke.

The air outside the airport spoke of the beginnings of autumn, giving a crisp tint to the wind. You immediately wrapped your jacket tightly around yourself, shivering a little.

"Miss Palmeri," Seto said, turning to Jade. "I have a cab waiting to take you to your hotel. Miss L/n will meet up with you tomorrow in the square a few blocks down from where you're staying."

"Thank you for the ride here, Mr. Kaiba," Jade said, bowing slightly as you'd learned in class. She turned and got into the waiting cab, waving to you excitedly. "Have fun!" The cab door closed and she left you on a curb with Seto Kaiba.

"Take my arm," Seto ordered you, holding out his arm. You hesitantly set your hand in the crook of his elbow, squeezing slightly. He gave you a slight look. "Not that firmly. It's a casual gesture. Mr. Princeton must not have allowed you and your mother to go to formal events."

"Shut up," you growled. You were well aware of your status, and the fact that you would typically fall far below Seto's radar, were you not a guard for the Princetons for two years.

"Keep ahold of me," Seto added, as if he hadn't heard you. "A big city like this, you could get lost."

"I'm not a child-"

"And I'm at the end of my rope."

Reluctantly, you followed him across the street to a building that was a good half a mile tall. "Is that-"

"Malstrom Company," Seto said. "The Japan branch is significantly less dangerous."

You stared up at the intimidating building and took a deep breath. "Wow."

Seto gave his arm a tug, leading you past the skyscraper. "We shouldn't linger here. Let's go."

You nodded in agreement- and that was when a camera flashed in your face.

"Mr. Kaiba, did you enjoy your trip to America?" a young woman asked in Japanese, holding a microphone in Seto's face.

"No comment," Seto replied, striding past her.