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

Eight

A couple of days had passed since the Office Incident, as you called it. You'd gone to the hospital, finding Joey and apologizing. He waved you off and said it wasn't your fault. "I need ta stop playin' the hero," he admitted sheepishly. "I probably could have ducked the bullet if I tried, but I knew Koyba woulda killed me if his fiance died and I could have done somethin' about it." You had laughed and patted him on the head, telling him to get better soon.

That was two days ago. Joey was supposed to get discharged today, so the first thing that you did when you got up was to push your hair out of your eyes and get dressed, grabbing a granola bar out of your backpack.

"Where are you going so early?" Seto called from his bed. Your attempts to sleep on the floor were still in vain, as you woke up in the middle of the night and crawled into bed. Somehow, Seto would always be awake.

"I'm going to the hospital, and for the record, it's ten a.m.," you shot back, slipping on your jacket. "Joey's getting discharged and I wanted to make sure that he's actually okay."

"Don't bother with that dweeb," came the reply. "Honestly, I don't know how I tolerated him three years ago. I was young and naive."

"You were eighteen-"

Seto sat up and held up a hand. "I can't physically stop you from going to the hospital- actually, I could, but that's beside the point- so I'll come with you. If you're that worried about Wheeler, put your concerns to rest. I know from experience he can take any loss I dished out to him."

You sighed. "I still want to go."

He took a deep breath and swung his legs to the floor. You chose not to acknowledge his bare chest, instead turning toward the bathroom to brush your teeth. As soon as your teeth were squeaky clean, you grabbed a pair of nude heels off the floor and headed for the closet.

"Blue looks good on you," Seto said as you walked back into the room. You rolled your eyes, glaring down at the blue dress that adorned your figure.

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't wear it that often," you scoffed. "I actually find the color a little blinding."

Seto returned the glare. "That's my favorite color."

"Obviously," you snapped. "I was under the impression that we were going to the hospital?"

He did up the last button on his shirt. "If that will appease, you, then yes, we'll visit Wheeler. I'll stay outside, however."

You gritted your teeth. "You'll have to make amends eventually."

"I know."

The conversation ended as you strolled out of the room, fuming. Kaiba could just be so... infuriating!

You navigated the halls of Seto's mansion, eventually stumbling upon Mokuba. "Have you seen my brother?" Mokuba asked.

"No," you returned, "and I don't care to. I'll be heading to the hospital now."

"I can take you!" Mokuba offered. "I got in a fight with Seto yesterday, so I'd rather not talk to him."

You chuckled, nodding. "Of course. Even brothers fight."

Mokuba led you to the kitchen, where you stopped for a quick donut and glass of milk, then to the garage. "Which car?" he asked, gesturing to the arrary of cars in front of you.

After a quick overview of the cars, you pointed to a small gray model, the most inconspicous of the lot. Mokuba grinned. "I knew it," he said, heading for it. "You're a girl with simple tastes. I guess you were too much for those poor Princetons."