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For todayâs video, I give you one of the longest standing Christmas Extravaganza traditions: The Virgin Mary and The Virgin Mary Dancers cheering up Santa with their burlesque rendition of âSanta Babyâ feat. Sabels, Suspenders, and Stripping. The âNice Listâ always was overrated, anyway. Choreo by @cogrobs, Costumes by @bren_bash
#truly beloved....& sure af doth believe i've seen a video of this sequence from earlier Xmas Spectacular days pretty intact then to now#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#picking things up for that final verse lmao always love it#closing my eyes hand to heart smiling into the distance over [will roland As uncle peenie As virgin mary dancer] ;w;#whilest also now more than ever We're Making Krampusnacht Happen it's halloween 2 And it's sexy. need the variety anyways#casting about like uhh what's sexy about christmas umm....guess we're fucking santa? well we're fucking the krampus also fr!#also a great time like so the now traditional association of blue robes with the sexy virgin mary right?#let's walk through the wikipedia provided history of european Blue Pigment & other relevant pigmentation developments & trends#and of course just now looking up like ah i see regarding jesus' siblings the catholic church says Cousins the eastern orthodox church#says Stepsiblings from a mysterious former marriage of joseph's. alright lol. up next junia & whether prominent among the apostles means#you Are an apostle or your prominence is (held) among the apostles. let's just mistranslate it into a masculine form name either way
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love this director's cut idea! âfor any section you want to talk about!
I decided to do a directorâs commentary on âThe Things We Donât Speak Aloudâ because I have a lot of thoughts about Marcy and Clint Brewer. Below the cut for length:
Ask me for a directorâs commentary of one of my fics or a section of a fic
Marcy looked around at the motel room sheâd just stepped into while Clint muscled his suitcase over the threshold and closed the door. The decorations were⊠unique, that was probably the kindest thing she could say about them. Hopelessly out of date to be sure, but perhaps people liked the kitsch, she thought charitably. Perhaps that was why nothing appeared to have been updated in decades. She lifted her small suitcase onto the bed and went to unzip it, her mind already focusing on how she wanted to arrange her things in the drawers.
âAre we going to talk about what just happened?â Clint asked, making no similar moves toward unpacking.
She felt a spike of anxiety go through her, making her palms sweat. âClint, until we know for sure what they were talking about, I donât know if itâs fair toââ
So I super identify with the Brewer family and their apparent willingness to avoid difficult subjects. I was raised the same way, unfortunately. It was an open secret that my uncle was gay, and despite supporting him (somewhat; my momâs attitudes on homosexuality were ok but not great), my mother never spoke to him about it. Ever. For 50 years. So I understand how Patrick could go more than a year without telling his parents about being gay / about David. And I figure he probably learned that avoidance from his parents.
âIt seemed pretty clear what they were talking about, Marcy,â Clint said. âHe literally said, âa business relationship and a romantic relationship.â What else could he have meant?â
She dropped the sweater sheâd been refolding and met her husbandâs eyes. âSo Patrick and⊠and DavidâŠâ
âI guess so.â
âBut if theyâre a couple, why wouldnât Patrick say anything? We arenât homophobic.â She picked up the sweater again. âMaybe Davidâs father is confused. Or jumping to conclusions because they spend a lot of time together working at the store.â
Clint squinted at her. âHe lives here and probably sees his son all the time. I donât think he would have said it that way if they werenât a couple.â
âBut Patrick dated Rachel for years!â She paused, thinking it through while she went over and put the sweater in one of the dresser drawers. âI guess he could be bisexual.â
Bisexual erasure, particularly for men, is real. I think about it a lot more now that my own son identifies as bi. So I struggle when I write scenes like this because, on the one hand, no, Patrick doesnât seem to be bi. We can assume that since David says heâs gay in MTP, thatâs probably how Patrick himself identifies, and itâs consistent with him saying he didnât know before David what right was supposed to feel like. But he could be bi/pan, as far as his parents know at this point, and I donât want it to seem like I as the author wouldnât consider that if I had only the info the Brewers have. But also, I figure the Brewers would assume he was gay because that seems more in-line with who they are. And it happens to be true. So I did give Marcy the thought here that, ok, maybe heâs bi. And then had Clint say, maybe, but also he did break up with Rachel a lot and run away. I wrote it similarly in My Heartbeat Shows the Fear.
âThatâs possible. Or itâs possible that he was trying very hard not to be gay, and thatâs why ultimately things didnât work out with Rachel. It would explain a lot. They way they kept breaking up. The way he ran away to start a new life somewhere else.â He sat down on the bed.
Marcy shook her head, a hand coming up to her mouth to hold in⊠she didnât know what. âNo, thatâs⊠surely he would have talked to us if he was feeling that way. And he was happy with Rachel for a long time.â
âWas he?â
Marcy began unpacking more quickly, needing to accomplish a task, needing to move. âYes, of course he was happy.â
âNot happy enough, though. Maybe heâs happier with David.â
She slumped her shoulders, suddenly exhausted. Theyâd gotten up before dawn to make this drive and the long hours on the road were taking their toll. âShould we maybe take a nap?â
Marcy does not want to talk about this anymore. Using sleep to avoid things is another thing I do.
Her husband nodded, recognizing the request for what it was â a plea not to talk about this anymore. âGood idea. I donât think Iâm going to be able to stay awake for a party if I donât have a little rest.â
She put her suitcase aside and took off her shoes and stretched out next to her husband on top of the bedspread. Clint reached out for her hand, and she squeezed his fingers in return.
Marcy thought about the conversations sheâd had with David on the phone. The way he talked about the store and the way he talked about Patrick. The way he talked about how smart Patrick was about the business. It hadnât escaped her notice the way David spoke â the cadence and timbre of his voice, the uptilt of it on certain phrases, his encyclopedic knowledge of skin care products â yes, sheâd assumed David was gay when she bothered to think about it at all. Sheâd mostly just thought that David seemed nice, based on his unfailing politeness with her.
Another tough one, because David isnât gay, heâs pan. But most people probably assume heâs gay, based on stereotypes, and I figured Marcy would too.
Meanwhile, sheâd gotten used to a certain amount of distance from her son. Heâd barely spoken to them at all for the first couple of months after he left town, other than to say he was safe and that he needed a fresh start. Then came news of the business he was starting with David, and Patrick had begun to sound excited on the phone, talking about Davidâs vision for the store. Heâd had a lot to say about what a good idea it was that David had, and how skilled he was with vendors and customers. She began to sift her memory of those glowing compliments through this new filter, where maybe her son had romantic feelings for his business partner. It made a certain kind of sense, now that she thought about it. It explained why any mention of Rachel caused him to shut down.
I do like imagining Patrick being unable to keep from bringing the topic of David up, even though he couldnât bring himself to say they were a couple. Maybe hoping his parents guessed.
It perhaps explained, she realized with a sick feeling in her stomach, why any time she asked if he was dating anyone, he denied it and quickly changed the subject.
She didnât think sheâd be able to sleep, but Marcy did doze off briefly. She awoke after about a half hour to Clint puttering around with the tea kettle. Sitting up, she put her feet on the floor, her stomach still queasy with anxiety.
âSo why didnât he want to tell us?â
âMaybe⊠maybe they arenât telling other people at all?â Clint posited.
âMr. Rose knows. That weird Roland person knows. Both of them assumed we knew!â Then it hit her. âDavid assumed we knew. Right? If theyâre out to people here, and he invited us to Patrickâs partyâŠâ She thought again about how warm David always was with her on the phone, taking time out of his day to ask after her health or make small talk with her when she called the store. The way he spoke about Patrick, which she never questioned because of course they knew each other well â they ran a business together. âWhat do we do now?â
Clintâs eyes widened. âI have no idea.â
There was a knock on the door.
Marcy went over and opened it, revealing Johnny Roseâs worried face and expressive eyebrows on the other side.
âHi, Marcy. Mind if I come in to chat?â
âJohnny⊠yes, of course,â she said, widening the opening to admit him.
So this was the seed idea of this fic. In canon, David gets there first and Johnny shortly thereafter. I thought it would be interesting to switch it and see what happened.
He clasped his hands together, eyes darting around the room. âI wanted to apologize to you both for speaking out of turn earlier. And saying⊠things that I assumed you⊠but it seems I was, er, that is, that I jumped to conclusions aboutâŠâ
I enjoy writing Johnny when heâs flustered.
Marcy tried to rescue him. âYou assumed we knew that Patrick and David are dating.â
Johnny cleared his throat. âYes. And I just wanted to say, as a parent myself, that the important thing is that theyâre happy. Thatâs all that matters. Who our kids love doesnât matter.â
I figured heâd say essentially the same thing he did in canon here. That the important thing was that their kids were happy.Â
âJohnny, we donât have a problem with Patrick being gay.â She looked over at Clint, who shook his head.
âNo,â he said in agreement.
Johnnyâs whole demeanor changed, his shoulders dropping as he smiled with relief. âOh! Good, thatâs good!â
They all smiled at each other for a second, unsure what to say next.
âYes, anyway, we love Patrick,â Johnny said, rocking on his heels. âI probably should have said earlier, I was only skeptical about him and David at first. Itâs been obvious for a while that theyâre good for each other. Patrickâs become like a member of the family.â
I wish we had gotten to see Johnnyâs skepticism about juggling a romantic and a business relationship on the show. That does seem in-character for him, and I would have liked to have seen him trying to talk to David about it, about guarding his heart and his parts and his business. Iâm sure it would have been a disaster of a conversation but I would have enjoyed it.
âHow, um, how long have they been together?â Marcy asked.
âSince not long after the store opened, as I recall.â Johnny said.
Heart pounding, Marcy dropped onto the bed next to where her husband was sitting. âOh.â
âThatâs a long time,â Clint said.
Johnnyâs face fell as he probably realized that heâd once again delivered cataclysmic news to Patrickâs parents. It wasnât just that heâd kept his sexual identity and his relationship with David a secret. Heâd kept it a secret for over a year.
Ugh, the timeline. In 5x14, David says âtwo years agoâ. But there seems to have only been one Christmas since they started dating. So I just figure David was severely rounding up when he said 2 years and that itâs really been more like a year and a half at that point, idk. Jeremy Bearimy.
âYou know, it can be a hard thing for kids to talk about with their parents,â Johnny said. âGoodness knows David and I havenât always talked about what was going on in his life.â
Marcy latched onto that. Perhaps she had an expert here, someone whoâd been through what they were going through. âWas it hard for David to come out to you and your wife?â
Johnny pulled over one of the chairs and sat down. âWell, it was different with David. Moira assumed he was gay from a fairly young age.â He threw up his hands. âI wasnât sure, myself, but I figured heâd tell us when he was ready. Then when he was eighteen, he told us he was bisexual. Then later, he amended it to âpansexualâ.â Marcy looked at Clint and saw that he looked just as confused as she felt. âThe labels can be confusing,â Johnny continued, âand I know I said some things I shouldnât have, at first. Asked him if it wouldnât be easier if he picked a gender. Which I realize wasnât⊠helpful. Or fair of me. I just wanted him to be happy. And he is now! So.â He shrugged, laughing awkwardly.
I tend to just go with the fanon that when David came out as pansexual to his parents, it was probably a surprise to them that he wasnât gay.Â
âBut you always knew he wasnât⊠straight,â Marcy said, disappointed that the Rosesâ experience didnât really mirror theirs that closely after all.
âYes, I suppose we did know that. Moira knew, at least. Sheâs always understood David better than⊠anyway.â A shadow flitted across his face that looked a lot like guilt. âBut Iâm not sure it matters when we know. It only matters that we support our kids.â
Itâs also fanon that Moira was quicker to support David than Johnny was, but thatâs based on the pretty solid evidence of her very firm âItâs not a phaseâ to Johnny in S1. Not that I think Johnny ever rejected David outright, but he clearly has struggled with Davidâs identity on some level, based on his convo with Roland in S1.
Marcy nodded. âWe do support him, of course we do. Of course we do,â she repeated, a lump rising in her throat. She felt Clintâs hand take hers, and she was afraid to look at him lest she start to cry in earnest.
âThe thought that he didnât think he could talk to us about this,â Clint said.
âWhen Davidâs obviously so important to him,â Marcy added.
Johnny looked at them with sympathy, and clearly with no idea what to say.
The shape of their failure as parents was starting to coalesce in her mind. The fact that while theyâd never said anything bad about gay people in Patrickâs presence, theyâd probably never said anything good either. The fact that âgirlfriendâ and âwifeâ were always the words they used when talking to young Patrick about what might happen when he grew up. The way sheâd always encouraged him to try to patch things up with Rachel.
So hereâs where I struggle with the concept of the Brewers as these lovely, accepting parents, because while I suspect that by 201(whatever year this is in the show), their feelings about queer people are positive, I donât think they were necessarily that way when Patrick was growing up. I raised my kids with no particular expectations as to the gender of people they might want to date, and I doubt the Brewers were like that. I also think (and I used my own mother as a model for this) that when they talked about tolerance of gay people, it was with an air of âwell, itâs not a choice, they canât help it, so we need to love them.â The thing that communicated to me as a kid was that being gay was gross and icky and on some level, bad. But Iâm sure if youâd have asked my mom, she would have patted herself on the back for her acceptance and âtolerance.â But people evolve, and gay marriage has been around now for long enough (especially in Canada) that a lot of minds have changed, and I count the Brewers among that number. They stepped up when they had to, and they were beaming and proud at the wedding. They also could have done things differently and perhaps made Patrickâs journey easier. But then he wouldnât be with David, so.Â
âIs Patrick happy?â she asked Johnny, embarrassed that she didnât know and that this near-stranger likely did. But she had to ask. She was desperate to know.
Johnny hesitated, perhaps realizing what a complicated question that was to ask about anyone. âHe certainly seems happy. But you can ask him yourself tonight, right?â
There was another knock at the door.
Marcy opened it to a tall man with dark hair and Johnny Roseâs expressive eyebrows. He was clutching a gift basket to his chest and looking apprehensive. It could only be one person. âDavid?â she asked.
âMrs. Brewer, Mr. Brewer, hi. Iâmââ
âDavid!â his father said, standing. âCome on in. The Brewers and I were just having a nice chat.â
David looked even more apprehensive at that as he shuffled into the room, eyeing his father with suspicion. âWhy?â
Marcy took the gift basket from David, letting his hurried explanation about its contents drift by without paying it any attention. âDavid?â She still felt like she was on the verge of tears, even more so now that she was faced with the man that her son had apparently fallen in love with. âCan I give you a hug?â
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Uncharted Waters (chapter 9)
AO3 || Ko-fi
Panic surged through her veins as she burst into the emergency room. She hadnât managed to get much out of Aunt Kumi over the phone, so she had no idea why Yugi was even here.
âReika!â
âTĂ©a, Duke, What the hell is going on?â she asked as TĂ©a launched herself into her arms. âAre you okay? Duke?â
âWeâre fine,â Duke replied, his face white with fear. âThere was a fire⊠Yugi got caught up in it.â
Reika carefully led TĂ©a back to her seat, then sat down next to her with a frown. âA fire? At school?â
âNo, Yugi got swindled by someone pretending to be psychic. He stole the Millennium Puzzle and Yugi chased after him,â TĂ©a explained. âAnd there was a duel and somehow the warehouse they were in got set on fire. Joey and Tristan said the guy looked like Bandit KeithâŠâ
âWhere are Joey and Tristan?â
âTheyâre being checked over by the doctors. They ran into the fire trying to find Yugi.â
âThe doctors said the room was getting crowded, so TĂ©a and I decided to wait out here for you,â Duke explained.
She gave them a weak smile. âThanks, you two. That means a lot to me.â
âReika, what have I told you about your posture?â
The new voice had her taking a deep breath and straightening her back as she rose to her feet and forced a smile. âUncle Takeo. How did you get to Domino so quickly?â
Takeo brushed a piece of fuzz off his suit jacket, then slicked back his hair. âI came back with your grandfather and Kumi. It was supposed to be a surprise.â
âIâm sorry the surprise was ruined. It has been quite some time since the five of us were in the same city.â Why werenât you here when grandpa was in a coma?
âI apologize for that. The government doesnât run on its own, unfortunately,â Takeo replied, peering around her and looking at the teens. âAnd you two are?â
âWeâre friends of Yugiâs. Iâm TĂ©a, and this is Duke.â
âAh, yes. Yugi mentioned making friends. Thatâs good. Heâll need them for networking when he becomes an adult and stops with all this dueling nonsense.â
Reika saw TĂ©aâs foot nudge into Dukeâs as his hands clenched at Takeoâs words.
If Takeo noticed the sudden tension with the teenagers, he didnât bother commenting on it, instead turning back to Reika.
âYour grades?â
âDeanâs List.â
Takeoâs brow raised, questioning.
âAcademic distinction, Uncle Takeo. Iâm surprised grandpa or Aunt Kumi didnât tell you. I got my grades a few days ago.â
âIâm afraid we were quite busy this weekend. It didnât come up.â
âRight. Well. Everything is going just as you would hope.â
âI would have hoped to hear that you were transferring to Domino University, or somewhere in Tokyo.â
She couldn't stop herself from laughing. âYouâll never hear that because I donât want to stay In Japan for school.â
âWhat about Mr. Kaiba?â
âLong-distance relationships work out all the time.â
âTakeo,â came Grandpaâs voice. âGo sit with Yugi. Iâd like a word with Reika if you donât mind.â
Takeo blinked as if forgetting where they were for a moment. âYes, father.â
âMr. Muto, I donât mean any offense, but your son is kind of an asshole,â Duke said after Takeo disappeared behind the doors to the emergency room.
âDuke!â TĂ©a admonished.
âIâm serious! How did Yugi come from that?â
Grandpa sighed. âIâm afraid Takeo has taken it upon himself to ensure success for the Muto name after Genji disappeared. He was always the more serious of the two. In his heart, heâs doing what he thinks is right, and what he thinks is right for the family⊠even if that doesnât always align with the rest of us.â
Reika resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
âAt any rate, the two of you can go see Joey and Tristan now. The doctors have cleared them for release,â Grandpa said.
âThanks Mr. Muto!â TĂ©a said, her bright smile back as she and Duke rushed into the emergency room.
Reika exhaled slowly. âWhat did you want to talk about, Gramps?â
Grandpa led her to a small lounge area. âYour aunt and uncle would like to get to know Seto better. We discussed having a family dinner with him.â
Oh no.
Reika had fought off Marines and bounty hunters. She had trudged through a blizzard and took a sled up a dangerous mountain in an attempt to find a doctor for Nami. She had faced death dozens of times.
But the thing that was making her palms sweat with fear was the thought of Seto Kaiba joining her family for dinner.
All she could think to say was âwhy?â
âBecause heâs⊠someone you care about,â Grandpa replied. âAnd heâs been in your life for so long already, and we hardly know anything about him.â
âYou just want to make sure he isnât going to hurt me.â
âYouâre my granddaughter, is that not my job?â
I can take care of myself! âI know, I know⊠Iâm sorry, itâs just⊠Kumi got so angry about me going to the museum with Seto and Takeo suddenly showing up, I just donât feel like they trust me enough to make decisions for myself.â They shouldnât.
âIf it helps, Mokuba is more than welcome to join him.â
It shouldnât have made her feel better, but she felt more relaxed at the thought. âThis isnât going to go away until they get their big family dinner, is it?â
âIâm afraid not.â
She sighed. âFine. Iâll call him. Set something up. How long is Takeo going to be in town?â
âA week. We were going to do it tonight, but with YugiâŠâ
Her eyebrows shot up. âSo this was supposed to be an ambush? Jeez, Gramps!â I should have just stayed in Eturn.
âI was going to warn you before we got the call. Takeo thought that it would be easier to - â
âUncle Takeo is an idiot if he thinks he can get the CEO of a multi-billion yen corporation to just - â
âReika,â Grandpaâs voice was uncharacteristically firm. âJust call Seto.â
She swallowed back everything else she wanted to say as she pulled out her phone. âYes, Gramps.â
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âHeyyyy Seto.â
Seto was on edge as soon as she drew out the greeting. Reika never did that.
âWhat is it?â he frowned at the noise in the background, the sound of a cart wheeling by did not go unnoticed. âWhere are you?â
âThe hospital. Yugi got caught in a fire during a duel at one of the warehouses downtown. Joey and Tristan too, but Yugi got the worst of it.â
He gripped the phone tighter. âWha - â
âBut thatâs not what I called you about.â
Setoâs frown deepened. That wasnât what he expected. Yugi being in the hospital was probably weighing heavily enough on her mind. What else would trump something like -
âUncle Takeo is in town. He and Aunt Kumi want to have dinner to get to know you and Mokuba.â
Oh.
A part of him had expected this. Roland and Fuguta had offered advice to him once theyâd heard about the relationship. One such piece had been having a good relationship with her family, and considering the rocky start that had gotten off to, a dinner seemed like a logical step.
He heaved out a sigh. âWhen?â
âGrandpa said they were planning for tonight.â
Seto swore under his breath, prompting a confused look from Mokuba, which he waved away as he glanced at the clock. âIs Yugi going to be discharged tonight?â
âTheyâre waiting for one last test to come back, but he should be.â
Seto pressed his lips together, taking a slow, deep breath. âMokuba and I will bring food to the game shop. I canât imagine your aunt and uncle will have time to cook after Yugi is released from the hospital.â
That prompted an alarmed look from Mokuba.
Reika was silent for a moment. âAre you sure?â
He smirked. âDo I ever second-guess myself?â
He could almost hear her roll her eyes. âNo, you donât. Iâll let them know. Howâs seven-thirty sound?â
It was four-thirty now. It wouldnât give the chefs as much time as they normally would like, but this was out of his hands. âWeâll see you then.â
âWhatâs going on, Seto?â Mokuba asked as soon as he ended the call.
âWeâre going to Reikaâs for dinner tonight,â he said, already texting the head chef to alert her to the change of plans.
âReally? So itâs gonna be us, Reika, Yugi, Mr. Muto and Mrs. Muto?â
âAnd Yugiâs father.â
âYugi has a dad? Whatâs he like?â
In truth, Seto couldnât remember Reika talking about her uncle all that often, except to roll her eyes. âI know he works for the government in Tokyo and doesnât come here often. Thatâs about all Reika has mentioned.â
Which probably did not bode well.
âWhat about Yugi?â Mokuba asked as Seto swept his belongings into his briefcase and switched his computer off.
âHe was in a fire at a warehouse while dueling. He will be fine.â He wasnât entirely sure when Mokuba had decided that he wanted to become friends with Yugi and his ilk, but he supposed it was a good thing, if he were to make a good impression on Reikaâs family.
He didnât particularly care about them, but he would play nice to get them off her back.
âYou nervous?â Mokuba asked as they got in the limo.
âOf course not.â
âYouâre tapping your knee. You usually only do that when youâre stressed.â
He hadnât even realized he was doing it, and forced his hand to be still. âIâm fine.â
Mokuba gave him a look, but dropped the subject. âDo you think Reika can play Once Upon a December for us tonight? Sheâs got a keyboard, doesnât she?â
âLast I checked. You can ask her when we get there.â
Mokuba smiled. âI think this will be fun, Seto! We never get to eat dinner anywhere other than the Manor or restaurants or boring galas.â
Perhaps that should be something he changed. Was it right for Mokuba to not be able to eat dinner at a friendâs house? But on the other hand, if he did allow that, how could he be sure that Mokuba wouldnât be poisoned by someone who hated him?
At least this food he would be able to trust, even if they werenât eating it at home.
Three hours later, they arrived at Kame Games. Mokuba all but bolted out of the car in excitement, while Seto carefully picked up the pot of yakisoba and followed him into the shop. Roland was close behind with the spring rolls as they trudged up the stairs to the apartment, where he could hear low voices and music.
âReika! Weâre here!â Mokuba announced, knocking on the door.
Instead of Reika, a serious-looking man answered the door. If the tri-colored hair was anything to go by, this must have been Takeo Muto.
âMr. Kaiba. Welcome. Please, come in.â
âYou must be Takeo. Itâs a pleasure to meet you,â Seto said calmly, crossing the threshold and handing the pot to Kumi. âWe brought spring rolls and yakisoba.â
âWhere would you like them?â Roland asked as Takeo led them into the kitchen. âIâll just set them down and leave you to your dinner.â
âOh, nonsense. We have a spare seat for you!â Kumi said with a smile.
Roland stuttered out an agreement, taking a seat at the small table with its mismatched chairs. Only five of them looked like they came from the same set. The other three were folding chairs. The table didnât have enough space for the eight chairs to fit comfortably, so three - including the one Roland had parked himself in - were at awkwardly placed angles. The dining area led out into the living room, which was stuffed with too-comfortable looking furniture and a TV. Photos decorated the walls and coffee tables.
It was a stark contrast from Kaiba Manor.
âThe tea will be ready soon, why donât you and your brother relax in the living room for a moment?â Kumi suggested.
Seto nodded, his throat suddenly dry as he found space next to Reika and kissed the back of her hand.
âIt was really nice of you guys to bring dinner,â Yugi said. He looked exhausted, bandages covering his hands, and one on his cheek.
âReika said you were in the hospital. How are you feeling?â Mokuba asked.
âIâm tired, but Iâm glad to be home,â Yugi said. âI just canât believe Bandit Keith joined a cult and ambushed me like that.â
Seto raised a brow. âThe American duelist from Pegasusâ tournament?â
âYeah, he tried to steal my puzzle and said he was a part of something called the Rare Hunters.â
So the Rare Hunters were already in Domino, before heâd even announced his tournament. Interesting. Very interesting.
âThatâs stupid,â Mokuba said, frowning. âYour puzzleâs just a puzzle.â
Yugi laughed a little. âYeah, I agree. It is pretty stupid.â
âOur tournament is going to be much better,â Mokuba said with a smirk.
âMokuba,â Seto said sharply. âWe were supposed to give Yugi the invitation first, remember?â
Mokuba reached into his vest and pulled out the invitation. âOh. Oops. Here you go, Yugi.â
Seto noticed the way Takeoâs jaw twitched at the mention of a tournament, but luckily, Solomon spoke up first.
âIs that what those âDuel Disksâ I got this morning are for?â
âIt is. Iâll have a demonstration with them tomorrow night,â he explained. âI expect youâll be there, Yugi.â
âIn the plaza, huh? Yeah, of course Iâll be there,â Yugi said with a smile. âAnother tournament sounds like fun!â
âAre you sure you want to have one of those? Isnât Duel Monsters just a silly card game?â Takeo finally found space to say.
Seto felt his jaw clench. Reikaâs hand carefully squeezed against his thigh, forcing him to relax just slightly before speaking.
âWhile Duel Monsters is a card game, these tournaments are a way to keep my company and our technology on the cutting edge of greatness, Takeo,â he explained carefully. âThe card game as a whole promotes international relations when politicians fail. Itâs a⊠genius move played by Pegasus.â
He wanted to vomit after saying it, but Takeoâs gaze, while still critical, seemed to soften just slightly.
âBattle City is a way for duelists the world over to come together and celebrate a game we love,â Seto said. âAnd everyone wants a chance to duel the King of Games.â
God he hated that title. Hated that Yugi was the one to have that title.
âWill this tournament be safer?â Kumi suddenly asked. âI hated that I couldnât get in touch with Yugi during Duelist Kingdom.â
âBattle City takes place here. Yugi will be able to come home whenever he needs,â Mokuba said with a wide grin, before his eyes moved to Solomon. âAnd youâll be able to go watch duels too!â
Solomonâs eyes widened in delight.
âWell, I canât wait!â Yugi piped up. âAnd I canât wait to see what those Duel Disks do, Kaiba.â
âRemember, you canât open the box until next week,â his eyes glanced over at Solomon, who had soured at the warning. âThatâs when the tournament begins. We wouldnât want to give our champion an unfair advantage, after all.â
âI wouldnât feel right about having one,â Yugi said, looking at Solomon with uncharacteristically serious eyes.
Kumi cleared her throat. âThe tea is ready if everyone wants to wash up for dinner. Here, Yugi, Iâll help you get settled in.â
Mokuba plopped into the seat next to Yugi, Seto next to Reika, and dinner was quiet, the earlier tension having dissipated.
âReika?â Mokuba suddenly asked.
âHm?â
âWhen weâre done with dinner, dâyou think you can play Once Upon a December like you promised last time you were at the Manor?â
Solomon, Takeo, and Kumi all froze, but Reika simply shrugged. âSure, if you help me move the keyboard out here. I keep it in my room.â
Mokuba grinned and nodded in agreement.
âReika, I thought - â Kumi began.
âAll due respect, Kumi, if this is about Noah, Mokuba and I are aware of him,â Seto said. âReika told me not long ago.â
âShe did? Iâm surprised⊠Gozaburo was so firm about that threat,â Kumi said, before shrugging. âBut heâs gone now, so I suppose it makes sense sheâd tell you. But still, she vowed never to play that song again after Noahâs accident.â
Seto looked at Reika, raising a brow.
âAnastasia was Noahâs favorite cartoon,â she explained. âWe had a waltz set to Once Upon a December. We were supposed to perform it at a gala.â
He hated that his mind was doing it, but he couldnât help but wonder what would have happened had Noah never died, and he and Mokuba got adopted anyway. Would he still have been a part of the âYoungâ program Gozaburo had started?
After dinner and dessert, while waiting for Reika and Mokuba to grab the keyboard, Seto picked up a photo that caught his eye.
A young Reika, and two people he could only assume were her parents. They were standing together in front of the shop, which had been decorated for Tanabata.
They wore their traditional yukata, and Seto couldnât help but smile slightly when he noticed Reika was missing a tooth.
Genji looked almost like a clone of every other Muto man, tri-colored hair and violet eyes. Though, where Yugi and Solomon (and even Takeo, to lesser degree), had their hair in spikes, Genjiâs was tied back into a ponytail that hung over his shoulder.
Miaka had wavy red hair, warm brown eyes that sat behind large, round glasses, and a smattering of freckles across her face, much like Reika.
They looked so happy, so normal, and it killed him to think it would all be taken from her.
âThat was taken about two months before they disappeared,â Takeo said, the gruff, seriousness of his voice now gone.
Seto put the picture down. âIâm sorry. Is Genji older or younger than you?â
âFour years older. Heâs the cool, relaxed older brother, but somehow, he had a brilliant mind for engineering and was a serious hard worker. I couldnât understand how he could be so relaxed and yet still work so hard at the same time,â Takeo laughed softly.
âYou would get along with him, Seto,â Solomon said. âIâm sure of it.â
âHopefully I will have the chance to meet him,â Seto replied. It had been a decade though, so he knew the chances of that were extraordinarily slim.
âMokuba, be careful with that,â Reika said softly as the two emerged from the hallway, Mokuba carrying the legs to the keyboard. âPut them in front of the chair.â
Mokuba did so, then plopped down on the couch next to Seto as Reika adjusted the keyboard and stand.
Reika sat at the keyboard like it was the world's most expensive piano, her fingers gliding over the keys as Mutos adults watched with a mix of pride and disbelief, and Yugi grinning like an idiot. Seto smirked as he wrapped an arm around Mokuba and exchanged a glance with Roland, who was giving him an approving smile.
He didnât know why it felt so damn good.
âI had a lot of fun tonight, Seto!â Mokuba exclaimed when they were back in the safety of the limo. âWe should do family dinners with them more often!â
Seto wasnât quite sure how many of these he could take, so he simply acknowledged Mokuba with a grunt as his phone chirped.
I donât know how you did it, but you managed to charm the least charming man in Japan.
I charm myself everyday.
Very funny.
For what itâs worth, I had a good conversation with Solomon and Takeo about your father.
Oh?
Yes. Solomon said he would have gotten along with me. I figure thatâs the highest compliment you can give someone. Your father sounds like a good man.
Youâll meet him one day. I know it.
Come with me tomorrow to the plaza. I think youâll enjoy what I have planned.
Iâd love to.
The next night, they soared over Domino in his helicopter. He felt anticipation building as Reika stared out the window, taking pictures here and there.
âEnjoying yourself?â he asked with a smirk.
A hum. âIs it that obvious?â
âLetâs just say you should never play poker against me.â
Reika rolled her eyes. âYou should know that I donât back down from a challenge, Mr. Kaiba.â
He smirked and kissed the back of her hand. God, he loved this woman.
âMr. Kaiba, weâre ready for you.â
Seto nodded, grabbing the duel disk and sliding it on his wrist before pushing the door to the helicopter open and dropping onto the ladder below, ignoring Reikaâs startled cry of his name.
He could see Yugi with the usual herd, plus Valentine. Good. Everything was going as it should.
âDonât forget to register and pick up your duel disk. Exactly one week from today, my Battle City Tournament begins!â he shouted over the whirling blades above him.
One week.
One week until he reclaimed his title of the worldâs best duelist.
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