kittensinboxes | To Be Endlessly Cold Within [Rivalshipping, Vampire AU]

To Be Endlessly Cold Within [Rivalshipping, Vampire AU]

It had taken some time to get used to living a new life as a vampire. For someone who actively decried the supernatural, it wasn't easy to admit that he'd been overcome by some creature of the night in anything outside of a nightmare.

But he had ended up like this nearly half a year ago, waking up hospitalized with what looked like some kind of lesions at the joint of his neck and shoulder. From that point, it was only a matter of time before he shifted to his new reality. Trying to suppress it out of sheer force of will had only worked out so long, and deflecting his thirst onto a natural human cause had nearly ended in him attacking his brother. That was the last straw.

That was when Seto Kaiba gave in and took the first drink.

He had to, of course, curate his inner circle slightly--tell the ones most important to him what exactly his new life would entail. Mokuba...well, while he hadn't fully intuited it, had been concerned about his brother ever since the hospital stay. How could he not be? Seto had gradually lost color, energy, and most concerningly, weight since he'd been discharged. He barely ate and looked discomforted when he did, and drank liquids constantly. Honestly, figuring out Seto's needs had been jarring, but ultimately relieving.

Isono was the only other person who knew. He was the one responsible for acquiring blood for his boss, and he did so admirably. Kaiba never fed from the vein, no matter what. Even when his jaw ached around others, and his fangs itched in his skull, he'd instead bite down on something else. He kept a solid rubber ball in his desk for such occasions, and it didn't feel right, but at least with his bagged alternatives, he was doing alright.

Isono and Mokuba had floated the idea to him of perhaps feeding on small animals, and while the thought of it had made his fangs stretch past his lower lip and made his stomach twist as if he'd been starving for all his life...he declined. He didn't need it. There were other things to attend to.

And so he never really regained his weight despite a regular diet of blood.

But at least the company was running smoothly. Seto fought the urge to take a fully nocturnal sleep schedule, and instead positioned himself between worlds. He'd come into work around midnight, well before the sun rose, and leave once it had set. Work meetings were scheduled past dusk. Probably the most expensive alteration needed was to slowly have his office windows altered with UV blocking, the tinting of which could be controlled automatically with a single remote. He mostly kept the tinting at a lower level, so he could still enjoy the sun's brightness without harming himself.

His acclimations weren't perfect. Sometimes he ended up burning himself. Sometimes, the hunger was triggered by proximity to his employees...but for the most part, Kaiba had fallen into a holding pattern. Not yet fully healthy by vampire standards, but also not withering away.

Today, Kaiba was to be participating briefly in orientation for a very small handful of new hires. Isono would bring them up, to show them who they would be working for and have Kaiba offer a few words as he often did while he judged the merit of the hires individually. He always thought it unnecessary, but what he thought, and what was actually done? Those were two different things.

The first two hires went through their orientation interview without incident. Kaiba wasn't terribly impressed, but they'd do as entry to mid-level workers. Nothing really extraordinary to be brought to the the table.

He taps the logo on his lapel.

"Isono. Bring in the last candidate, and then prepare lunch," he ordered.

"Yes, Master Seto!"

The third candidate...they better be worth something.

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Kaiba takes the sleeve in hand, glaring at the mark on the sleeve. That...couldn't have been anyone's blood but his own, and he would have noticed if he had a cut, wouldn't he? He even checks, rolling his shirt sleeve up and looking for any imperfections on his skin.

Nothing. There wasn't anything there. Though...he rolls the sleeve back down, matching it to his jacket cuff. The material was a light blue, enough that if there was any bleed through it...it would be visible.

But there isn't. So whatever had gotten on his jacket wasn't enough to penetrate through it.

And it's not as if he'd taken his shirt off, right? Why would he do that?

"This doesn't make sense," he says, and there's something about the way he says it that feels off-balanced. Without an explanation...how can he reconcile this?

There's an uncomfortable twinge at his right shoulder, which he rubs out in annoyance. He knows why, of course. It's a complaint that's been there since he'd been bitten. Something, he assumes, that happened when he'd been attacked months ago.

Then...oddly, his anxiety melts away, and turns into a scowl.

"Dry cleaners...they did a poor job, and I must have never noticed."

His shoulder.

Did something happen with it? He'd seen Kaiba rub it a few times since he's known him, usually idly as he walks from place to place.

Same spot.

Same shoulder.

But the stranger thing was the way emotions flitted across his face, leading to a... conclusion that didn't seem right.

Kaiba? Not notice something?

Fastidious Kaiba? Persnickety Kaiba?

Weird. This was weird.

"Really? Is it normal for them to miss something like that?"

One moment, he looked as though the floor was about to cave in under him, and now he was calm, like a switch got flipped.

Something was going on.

But what?

"No, it's not. But I've already come to expect mediocrity from organizations I don't have a hand in. I'll file a complaint, and that'll be the end of it."

There's a surprising lack of lingering on the fact that he still isn't the kind of guy who would allow for his things to be sullied without even a mild pretreatment on his part. The smear doesn't look as if it had even been touched.

More importantly, Yuugi had fulfilled his purpose, and so Kaiba turns to look at him, completely divorced of the conversation they were having about the jacket.

"...Thank you for your continued discretion, by the way. And your assistance."

There was so much finality to that.

Unrealistic finality.

Alarms blared in his mind, over and over as his thoughts whirled and his mouth threatened to spill the words he so badly wanted to speak:

Kaiba, what is wrong with you?! Are you hearing yourself?!

Something strange is happening under our noses and you're not even mildly alarmed?!

This isn't right! Something's wrong!!

He couldn't.

He didn't dare speak on it; he kept dancing around it! Dismissing it!

Nnnngh.

"Oh, don't mention it! It's no trouble at all; I'm happy to help."

Quickly, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Mokuba:

Hey, can I talk to you sometime after work tomorrow? Your brother's acting weird and I want to see if it's just me.

"Does not bat an eyelash at a stain on his suit jacket" weird.

Kaiba doesn't realize anything's amiss. He's just having a conversation with Yuugi, being incredibly kind for someone like him, and not worrying about the strangeness of things around them.

Everything always got strange when Pegasus was involved. He was always thrown off-kilter, and a stain on his jacket doesn't really qualify as the weirdest thing he's ever had to deal with during times like that.

While Yuugi's texting, he taps on his bracer, having the cameras sweep for where Pegasus was malingering. Evidently, he was near the front door already, with Mokuba. Good. Then it's about that time.

"You should probably get your affairs straightened for the day. We'll be leaving soon."

He sounds sooooo excited about it.

For his part, Mokuba takes a moment between Pegasus's nattering to check his texts...sees the one from Yuugi and frowns, before tapping out a quick response.

Seto always gets weird around him. I wish I could say it's surprising but

I mean, I guess that is actually super weird, even for him.

Behind him, Pegasus frowns imperceptibly.

Yuugi does not know what box he may have opened by sending that text; it was a normal thing to talk to a friend about! A normal thing to worry about!

He didn't send a response text right away, opting instead to smile and chuckle.

"All right. I'll head down to my desk and take care of that. Do you want me to meet you at the front?"

"Yes. I'll be down soon," Kaiba responds, taking a moment to glare at his suit jacket. Is he going to wear it, or...?

No. He doesn't think he will. So instead, he fully loosens his tie and slings it around his shoulders for now, before throwing both his jacket and his trench over one arm. He intended to bring both home with him, of course.

Moving to his desk, he waits for Yuugi to leave before he starts finishing up some correspondence.

As always, however, he's promptly at the door, taking the unfortunate burden of speaking with Pegasus from Mokuba, who shoots another text to Yuugi.

Dude save us Pegasus is so weiiiird.

Okay! Everything looked to be on order, so all Yuugi had to do was--

See a text from Mokuba.

On my way now!

Weird how, though?

Should he wear his jacket? It was the really nice one with the Gandora pi-- you know what, yeah.

Yeah, he would do that.

Jacket on and heading downstairs.

"We are going to have a 10 coffee course and drink kopi luwak" weird?

He's negging Seto about his stupid jacket sleeve, and Seto's arguing with him because his usual white coat doesn't match and it's gonna look bad at the coffee joint and like

WHO CARES?

Sometime after that sends, Mokuba searches "kopi luwak" and after pulling a face, texts an addition:

Why would people willingly drink poop coffee?? If he says we're drinking that I'm leaving!!

Oh, of course Pegasus noticed. That man had tailoring better than Seto's; the man's shirts alone were at least a mil (yen).

Still...Kaiba being his usual persnickety self was...better?

If he tries, I'll drink your share when he isn't looking. ^^

I don't mind taking the fall.

Yuugi practically dashed out of the elevator, and...

...

Followed the loud bickering to the three.

"Sorry to make you wait!"

None of us are drinking cat poop! You're not paid enough for it!

The text is sent with hardly enough time for Yuugi to read it before he cuts the corner to the main door, faced with the sight of two businessmen arguing over a fashion situation. Kaiba's got his suit jacket flung over one arm, but Pegasus had snatched his other coat up and was holding it up as he made a case for why it was fine.

"Come on, Kaiba boy~! You mean to go in a stained coat? That's just poor etiquette!"

"It's just a tiny stain, no one's going to notice!"

"I noticed! Bad form~"

"Rrrrgh..."

An annoyed sound is probably better than acquiescence, right? Once Yuugi's in sight though, Pegasus smiles and waves, his blue eye practically twinkling.

"Oh, how wonderful~ So you were able to convince Yuugi boy after all! I'm so happy!"

Yuugi...boy?

He called him that earlier, didn't he? Was that some kind of nickname? Term of endearment?

Rich people were strange sometimes.

Still, he smiled, bowing quickly.

"Yes; it's an honor that you want me to come along, Mr. Pegasus, sir."

He had to stay polite, no matter how weird he got. Maybe if he was polite enough, he could get him to stop arguing with Kaiba? Or at least stop being 'weird', as Mokuba put it...

Yuugi's efforts are, of course, appreciated. Kaiba hates having imperfections called out, and he's tired

(tired of pegasus's shit to be honest)

so he wants to make a quick night of this.

"Come on, I've got to close up," he says flatly. "Everybody out."

"Oooh, so prickly! Alright, alright! Let's go, children!"

Yikes. Well, it gets everyone out, doesn't it? Whether by Kaiba's order, or Pegasus's. Kaiba lets out an annoyed sigh as he locks up the building, then turns to Mokuba.

"You know, you don't have to come. I'm not sure you should even have coffee this late," he comments, frowning. "Isono can take you home, he's in the car."

Which means...Isono isn't the one who'll be driving them to the coffee joint. So then who...?

Mokuba shook his head; Yuugi's text sat in his stomach like a hard lump, rolling around and causing residual nausea as it went.

"Don't worry about me. Besides, I'm sure Yuugi could use the company."

Which was only partially true: he was worried.

Yuugi was already stepping outside, walking astride Pegasus as he seemed to be listening to him chattering about...something.

"Hmm."

Why is everyone around him other than Yuugi being so contrary? Kaiba is only doing this for business, and everything's annoying about it all!

"Fine, do what you like," he mutters, but the truth is, he's not entirely displeased. He does love his brother, despite some evidence to the contrary at times. Him being there is...dare he say, emotional support?

"Oh!"

Pegasus breaks away from the conversation he's having with Yuugi (about cartoons) to butt in.

"There's plenty of room in my car! It's a rental!" he says cheerfully, before waving over a...seriously.

Seriously?!?

Kaiba pinches the bridge of his nose as a limousine approaches, driven by a steely gray-haired middle-aged man with...man, do all the seconds always have sunglasses? Hello, it's night time...

"Croquet can drive us~"

"Cro...quet?" Yuugi tilted his head. "Is that a nickname?"

Mokuba had to stop himself from laughing. That was probably the most polite way anyone has ever said someone's name was stupid in the history of everything.

Still, a limousine had plenty of room, and it wasn't like anything weird could happen if everyone was all bunched up, yeah?

Besides, it'd be nice to stretch his legs for once.

Kaiba actually snorts at that one. Good job, Yuugi.

"Now, now, that's not very nice is it~? After all, isn't my name silly too? Maybe it's just cultural differences!"

Or maybe it is a nickname--unclear. Unimportant, really. And if it comes down to it, then Kaiba will be the first one in, might as well lead the herd, right? When Croquet comes around to open the door for them, he gives Yuugi a very unkind look that's only mostly occluded by his sunglasses as he waits for the group to get comfortable.

"Comfortable" being a strong word for whatever Kaiba's feeling now. The sooner this is over, the better. Especially since--of course--there's Pegasus, shuffling right next to him, in a spot Mokuba should be occupying but isn't...

"S-sorry," Yuugi mumbled, and gosh, his cheeks. They were so red!!

He climbed into the limo, then stopped.

"Hey, Mokuba--"

Mokuba was already climbing in to get to Seto's other side, leaving Yuugi on the other side of him and closer to the door.

"Oh, okay. H-haha..."

Well, this was a nice snug fit...

A snug fit and yet somehow, Pegasus seems like he's in his element. The entire ride he chatter about various subjects, including cartoons

(ugh)

and pre-release spoilers on the new expansions for Duel Monsters. It's...very clearly the second that Seto responds to at all, and it's certainly not because he likes Pegasus. That much is evident in his body language.

Honestly, the ride couldn't go fast enough, and when they finally arrive...it's quite a nice little coffee shop, actually. Odd that it's open this late, and yet...

"Alright, come on, children! We can't stay out too far past your bedtimes!"

Ohhh, the look Kaiba gives this man as they file out.

Children...?

He doesn't look any older than his mid-20s; Yuugi is a college grad for goodness' sake!

Old frustrations bubble up, thick and hot, but he tamps them down hard as he steps into the coffee shop with the others.

Though...

Kaiba would probably notice that scowl, quick enough to miss, that flits on Yuugi's face.

Looks like someone doesn't like being referred to as a child.

Pegasus doesn't seem to notice either look, as he's too busy heading to the door of the coffee place. Croquet holds the door open for them all, of course.

Kaiba definitely does notice the scowl, and as he walks up to Yuugi, having reluctantly slipped into his mismatching studded white trenchcoat by now...he bumps an elbow into his arm purposefully. It's not hard, but it's enough to get the man's attention.

The look in his eyes may or may not be easy to read, but it tries to convey let it go. he's just like this, before Kaiba pulls ahead, hands in his pockets.

When the three of them finally step into the place after Pegasus, the smell of coffee that far exceeds the palate of most washes over them, along with the warmth of a comforting space. It's even enough to get Kaiba's shoulders to relax, which never seemed possible.

Well, at least it's cozy in here.

Yuugi blinked; he hadn't expected Kaiba to get his attention, much less...

Try to be comforting? Reassure? At the very least he noticed his discomfort and acted on it, which was...

...

Nice.

He didn't normally let his uglier emotions show, so...

"Oh..."

It was cozy in here. The scent of coffee was almost overwhelming but somehow also nostalgic. It reminded him of long study binges and almost endless nights with friends.

There weren't many here, either...

Pegasus, of course, is already at the counter, ordering for himself. And guess what this place has? It's got--

"Kopi luwak! Oh, you simply must try it!"

See what you did, Yuugi? YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID?!

Kaiba looks about as enthused as anyone would expect about this, because he knows exactly how this is going to end, and he immediately opens his mouth to decline.

"I'm not interested in some highfalutin coffee beans--"

"But how do you know, unless you try it?" Pegasus immediately counters. "Come now, just a little bit--the process of procuring the beans really is extraordinary."

His lip curls in no small amount of distaste.

"Yes, I'm aware of the process. And it's up to them whether they want it, but I have the distinct feeling you're not going to let this go, are you?"

When he says "them", he jerks a thumb back towards Yuugi and Mokuba, the latter of which has already pulled a face and is shaking his head vigorously.

"Oh, Kaiba boy...I'm not so pushy that I'd make everyone have a coffee they don't like, you wound me~ But as a compromise...why not try some yourself, and you can tell us how you feel about it? Don't worry, tonight's my treat no matter what we drink!"

And of course...Kaiba feels as if he's caught between a rock (the kopi luwak) and a hard place (responding to hospitality). He hates it! He really does!

Mokuba was shaking his head vigorously, but like hell was Yuugi going to just let Kaiba suffer alone. If he was going to drink it, then he would, too.

"I'll have some too, then. Who knows? I might like it!"

Yeah, fat chance on that, but be'd try. At the very least to do one of two things:

1) make sure Kaiba did not do this alone.

2) show Pegasus that he was not going to back down.

Still...

Gods, sometimes he hated being right.

"That's the spirit!" Pegasus replies enthusiastically. "Then three it is! And of course whatever Mokuba boy wants!"

Kaiba actually glances at Yuugi with a very odd look on his face. So...he was ready to throw himself on the sword just so that Kaiba wouldn't be the only one?! He's really quite the strange one...

...but you know, it wasn't as if he'd have been able to get out of this. One way or the other, Pegasus would have them drinking shit-bean coffee.

"Fine," he mutters, stalking off to a table to sit. Mokuba orders a hot chocolate then practically sprints after him.

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