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More Dear Santa...
Interlude
(Kaiba Manor)
When Seto got home from work he was met with an interesting sight.
Cabs. A whole line of them was waiting around the driveway.
“What. The. Hell?”
There were two soft curses muttered by the CEOs two companions. Seto turned to the nearest, Isono, and asked with venom-laced sweetness, “Isono? What’s going on?”
The man coughed and stammered, “W-well, Kaiba-sama, I um, couldn’t help but notice that Yami-san and Yugi-san would be absent at the party and well…”
The limo driver spoke up, “We’re all scared to death of what that vampire guy and those blonde twins are going to do… sir,” he added hastily.
Kaiba’s eye twitched, “So you’re all using vacation time to get out of here as soon as possible, am I right?”
At least Isono had the grace to look sheepish, “Yes, sir. The request forms are in your study.”
Seto glared as the limo pulled to a stop, “Cowards.”
As he and his employees exited the vehicle the trunk opened with a pop, and Isono grabbed the two suitcases within, handing one to the driver.
“You’re both pathetic you know.”
“No, sir,” the driver said brightly, “we’re survivalists.” And with that he opened the door to the nearest cab.
As though it was a signal, the door to the mansion opened and every member of the Kaiba Manor household staff vacated the building.
To their credit they all steered clear of their employer allowing him to reach his house without being jostled by suitcases. As he watched the exodus from his foyer he couldn’t help but yell, “Traitors!” at the retreating cabs.
“No Señor,” said the elderly Puerto Rican woman who was Seto’s chief housekeeper, “They’re afraid of what those diablos will do. Either at the party or during the preparations.”
“So you’re leaving me to deal with them on my own, Rosa?”
The woman patted his cheek reassuringly like a child, “You can scare them off; the rest of us are like fish in a barrel.” With that she set off down the porch steps, Isono had graciously lingered to help her down the icy marble, as both knew that Seto would not be firing anyone for this little stunt (even if the younger staff members expressed their doubts) as he could not really blame them for wanting to run.
“Bueno suerte, jefe!” Rosa called as the door to the last cab shut.
“I hate you all,” Seto growled to his absent staff before shutting the door.
Seto heard stifled laughter coming from behind him and turned to see his boyfriend barely holding himself up via, living room doorway, “I can’t believe they seriously left,” he gasped.
Seto scowled, “Like rats from a sinking ship.”
“I still don’t get why though,” Jou admitted.
“Yami and Yugi are staying home to spend Christmas with Yugi’s father, and they’re all afraid of the psychos.”
“Ah,” Jou said, “that makes sense.” Then the blonde frowned, “But who’s gonna help you decorate?”
Seto looked Katsuya right in the eye, “Who do you think?”
“Ugh...” Jou groaned, “I’ll go get the other two...” he said before wearily plodding up the stairs already tired by the mere thought of what laid in store. But he was mildly consoled by the hope that decorating his own home would put Seto in more of a Christmas-y mood.
Senor = Sir or Mr.
Diablos = devils
Buena suerte, jeffe = good luck boss
I don't know why but I picture Seto's houskeeper as older, plump, and with an accent (usually Spanish)