Bringing Memy Back.
Angst
Everything Seto Kaiba did was for his brother. He would never intentionally or unintentionally do anything to hurt Mokuba.
Which is exactly what he told himself every time he saw Rebecca and realized how much he wanted to fuck his little brother’s girlfriend.
AU
He had just gotten back to his law firm when he found her, confident and sharp, in his office.
“I just wanted to answer your two questions. On the first, I have not decided.”
“Not decided what?”
“After I win this lawsuit and your client ends up paying out the nose to my client for the rest of his life, you will fully realize how formidable I am and offer me a job at your law firm. As to whether I accept, I have not decided, but I shall by the time of the judge’s ruling.”
“And the other?”
“By the end of this lawsuit, you will realize how attracted you are to me, and ask me to dinner. To that, my answer is yes.”
Crack
Kaiba looked up from his file to see Rebecca. A black soot covered her face and hair, nearly disguising her scowl.
"Kaiba, if I have asked you once, I have asked you a thousabd times: please get someone to organize the chemicals lab!"
Crossover
“This guy is you, Kaiba! A love a chess, a vendetta against his father, a weird penchant for coats, and he’s just a manipulative bastard! Take away his giant robot fighting thing, and this Lelouch character is just like you! That’s creepy. I think the world would implode with two Kaibas.”
First Time
“You are a disgrace. You masquerade as some oppressed minority when in fact you are an overindulgent, vapid waste of medium. You brainwash people into believing such drivel just to sell ratings and get book deals. You distort the facts, lie about intentions, and over emphasize irrelevancies to strengthen an argument that holds no real merit.
“The worst part is that people actually believe you instead of laughing you out of the room. You extort your followers for money they damned well need on some empty promise of a better life, but only so long as they sign all their money over to you, right? Only by giving you their worldly goods and obedience to you shall we inherit the kingdom of God? If our valuables are so evil, so filthy, why do you live in such extravagance and excess?
“You are a hypocrite. You should be ashamed of yourself. You and others like you,” said Kaiba. As it so happened, this would be his first and last appearance on Dr. Joanna Baker’s show, “Living Through God.”
It caused an audience uproar and would later appear on many entertainment and news shows. He had to be escorted out of the building. When he got back to his own building, into the private recess of his office, the first thing that happened was a kiss.
Rebecca pulled on his suit jacket, dragging his lips to hers as she feverishly attacked him. She pushed him into a wall as she tried to take off his jacket, not caring that the two actions were counter productive. They broke apart only when she started to unbutton her blouse.
“I have been wanting to see some call that bitch out for years,” she said, her voice close to a whine. She met him again briefly, violently. She shrugged out of her blouse and pulled his tie out from beneath its collar.
“Take off your pants,” she panted.
That was the first time Seto Kaiba ever obeyed an order from someone else.
Fluff
There was no denying it: Rebecca Hawkins was having a bad day. She tried to set her alarm a little ahead because she desperately needed the sleep (she was up until two in the morning unpacking her stuff and settling in, which she had to do almost all by herself because her friends were evil, evil flakes), but set her time ahead instead. She awoke forty-five minutes later because she got muscle cramps in her stomach area, confirming that she was not pregnant. Late, bloated, and cranky, she got dressed for work and left. Unfortunately, because she was still exhausted, she took about three turns out of her way. She eventually realized this and corrected herself, but when she got on the right path, it was in bumper-to-bumper traffic because of an accident.
By the grace of God, she managed to only be two hours late. Following the precedent of her day, she ran into Kaiba.
“I know you just moved into your apartment, but do you think you could unpack your iron?” he asked. “I know it’s crazy, but I want the people who work here to actually look like they ought to be working here. Insane, I know.”
He raised a disdainful eyebrow at her wrinkled, grimy appearance. She was not in the mood to be insulted. The only thing that could make it worse would be if... Dammit!
“Hawkins, are you actually... crying?”
She quickly ran her hand under her eyes to remove the offending tears and denied it. “Just not today, Kaiba. Not today.”
She escaped into her lab and holed up in there like a bear in a cave waiting for spring. She was swamped with work. She ran test after test, wrote up report after report, until she felt like her eyes were bleeding. She didn’t realize it, but she nodded off.
Some time later, Kaiba entered her lab. He figured something serious must have happen to not only make her cry (he refuse to believe that merely one insult caused it; she was weak, but not that weak) but also have her barricade herself in. He found her forehead on the Formica counter, make up smudged, and snoring like a elephant with a trumpet. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly. He received no response, no sign of life except for the musical animal. He sighed, exasperated. He sat in a chair next to hers to try and shake her shoulder again. Her head lolled backward and onto his shoulder. He sighed again.
“Ok, but only because I have some time available. You tell anyone about this and I’ll deny it until the day I die.” He adjusted his position to cradle her head more comfortably and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling off. She shifted around and eventually settled an arm around his neck, turning her body to face his.
He decided that never again could someone accuse him of being insensitive. He sat there for a good hour before returning her to the counter. He thought it would be best to spare them both embarrassment.
Soon after, she woke up well rested, which was unusual to her because she knew from experience that counter naps lead to neck cricks and back pain.
Humor
The man grinned behind his ski mask as he saw Rebecca shoot him a dirty look. She struggled against the handcuffs he used on her.
“You’re going to help me get into the main server, whether you like it or not. If you cooperate, maybe I won’t kill you afterward,” he taunted.
The man stopped when he heard a shuffling around the dark room. It was fairly big, and he was certain he could sneak up on the intruder.
Kaiba turned on a light to the storage room.
“Don’t mind me,” he said. “I’m just trying to find the right file. Apparently, no one seems to be able to follow the alphabet properly anymore. It’s hard to find good help-”
The masked man held up a gun to Kaiba. He shouted, “Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!”
“Hey, now. I’m not going to fight you; I just want the right damned file. Besides, I have enough people yelling in my ear without adding her whining.”
The masked man looked puzzled, but did not lower his gun. People normally froze and cowered before his almighty firearm.
“I take it you’re not familiar with Rebecca? Well, trust me, I do something to incapacitate you, which would be easy, and I’ll have to hear her say ‘why can’t you let me fight my own battles?’ ‘I just about had him! Why do you always steal the glory?’ It’s all bitch, bitch, bitch with her.”
“I said don’t make me blow your brains out!”
Kaiba sighed, much like a frustrated teacher would with a difficult pupil. “I just said I wasn’t going to do anything. Besides, she said that if I kept your attention on me, she’d let me watch.”
“Watch what? You get your head blown off?” asked the masked man. He was seriously starting to get angry.
“Behind you, Einstein,” said Kaiba.
The masked man turned around just in time to meet Rebecca’s metal clipboard as it hit his face. He fell to the ground, unconscious. The handcuffs clinked onto the clipboard, one hand of it undone.
“That,” said Kaiba. “Never stops being funny.”
Hurt/Comfort
She stood on his balcony, glass of scotch in hand, looking out to nowhere. Two hours ago, Arthur Hawkins, her grandfather, finally succumbed to his Alzheimer’s and passed away. Kaiba stood next to her, elbow to elbow, as he took a drink from his glass.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“Not really.”
“Fair enough, I suppose.”
Smut
Kaiba’s hand traveled up her thigh as he nipped at her neck. Her back arched, no longer caring about her surroundings. She hitched her leg around his waist. He pulled her close to him, and in the process, she knocked over her side’s king.
“I guess we can finish it later,” she panted.
He had never lost a game of chess, and he wasn’t about to start.
UST
“I can’t believe you don’t like Halloween!”
“It’s a stupid holiday,” replied Kaiba from behind his monitor. He didn’t look up from it, too busy with work, as he talked with her.
“It’s a holiday where it’s socially acceptable to be mean to children. That’s got you all over it.”
“I am far to busy to waste my time with such frivolity.”
“You need some frivolity. What’s the phrase? All work and no play makes for a dull day?”
“Stop, you’re becoming annoying.”
She walked over to him, leaning over his shoulder as she looked at his monitor.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
He smelled the scent of her lilac perfume and finally looked over to her. A string of pearls dangled from a slender neck, surrounded by a plunging white neckline. Her lips were ruby red, with a small, dark mole above them. Her curled hair was oddly reminiscent of... Oh dear.
Flashes of his youth came back to him. A poster of a beautiful Marilyn hung in a hallway, bright and full of wonder. Days of happiness, of panting breaths and his reluctant hands, of tired satisfaction.
She needed to leave before he did something with her that he would regret.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than hover over me?” he growled.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked. It was a whine more than anything, but his haze made it sound breathier.
“Something that is anywhere that is not here. Just get out.”
He hated Halloween.
Everything Seto Kaiba did was for his brother. He would never intentionally or unintentionally do anything to hurt Mokuba.
Which is exactly what he told himself every time he saw Rebecca and realized how much he wanted to fuck his little brother’s girlfriend.
AU
He had just gotten back to his law firm when he found her, confident and sharp, in his office.
“I just wanted to answer your two questions. On the first, I have not decided.”
“Not decided what?”
“After I win this lawsuit and your client ends up paying out the nose to my client for the rest of his life, you will fully realize how formidable I am and offer me a job at your law firm. As to whether I accept, I have not decided, but I shall by the time of the judge’s ruling.”
“And the other?”
“By the end of this lawsuit, you will realize how attracted you are to me, and ask me to dinner. To that, my answer is yes.”
Crack
Kaiba looked up from his file to see Rebecca. A black soot covered her face and hair, nearly disguising her scowl.
"Kaiba, if I have asked you once, I have asked you a thousabd times: please get someone to organize the chemicals lab!"
Crossover
“This guy is you, Kaiba! A love a chess, a vendetta against his father, a weird penchant for coats, and he’s just a manipulative bastard! Take away his giant robot fighting thing, and this Lelouch character is just like you! That’s creepy. I think the world would implode with two Kaibas.”
First Time
“You are a disgrace. You masquerade as some oppressed minority when in fact you are an overindulgent, vapid waste of medium. You brainwash people into believing such drivel just to sell ratings and get book deals. You distort the facts, lie about intentions, and over emphasize irrelevancies to strengthen an argument that holds no real merit.
“The worst part is that people actually believe you instead of laughing you out of the room. You extort your followers for money they damned well need on some empty promise of a better life, but only so long as they sign all their money over to you, right? Only by giving you their worldly goods and obedience to you shall we inherit the kingdom of God? If our valuables are so evil, so filthy, why do you live in such extravagance and excess?
“You are a hypocrite. You should be ashamed of yourself. You and others like you,” said Kaiba. As it so happened, this would be his first and last appearance on Dr. Joanna Baker’s show, “Living Through God.”
It caused an audience uproar and would later appear on many entertainment and news shows. He had to be escorted out of the building. When he got back to his own building, into the private recess of his office, the first thing that happened was a kiss.
Rebecca pulled on his suit jacket, dragging his lips to hers as she feverishly attacked him. She pushed him into a wall as she tried to take off his jacket, not caring that the two actions were counter productive. They broke apart only when she started to unbutton her blouse.
“I have been wanting to see some call that bitch out for years,” she said, her voice close to a whine. She met him again briefly, violently. She shrugged out of her blouse and pulled his tie out from beneath its collar.
“Take off your pants,” she panted.
That was the first time Seto Kaiba ever obeyed an order from someone else.
Fluff
There was no denying it: Rebecca Hawkins was having a bad day. She tried to set her alarm a little ahead because she desperately needed the sleep (she was up until two in the morning unpacking her stuff and settling in, which she had to do almost all by herself because her friends were evil, evil flakes), but set her time ahead instead. She awoke forty-five minutes later because she got muscle cramps in her stomach area, confirming that she was not pregnant. Late, bloated, and cranky, she got dressed for work and left. Unfortunately, because she was still exhausted, she took about three turns out of her way. She eventually realized this and corrected herself, but when she got on the right path, it was in bumper-to-bumper traffic because of an accident.
By the grace of God, she managed to only be two hours late. Following the precedent of her day, she ran into Kaiba.
“I know you just moved into your apartment, but do you think you could unpack your iron?” he asked. “I know it’s crazy, but I want the people who work here to actually look like they ought to be working here. Insane, I know.”
He raised a disdainful eyebrow at her wrinkled, grimy appearance. She was not in the mood to be insulted. The only thing that could make it worse would be if... Dammit!
“Hawkins, are you actually... crying?”
She quickly ran her hand under her eyes to remove the offending tears and denied it. “Just not today, Kaiba. Not today.”
She escaped into her lab and holed up in there like a bear in a cave waiting for spring. She was swamped with work. She ran test after test, wrote up report after report, until she felt like her eyes were bleeding. She didn’t realize it, but she nodded off.
Some time later, Kaiba entered her lab. He figured something serious must have happen to not only make her cry (he refuse to believe that merely one insult caused it; she was weak, but not that weak) but also have her barricade herself in. He found her forehead on the Formica counter, make up smudged, and snoring like a elephant with a trumpet. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly. He received no response, no sign of life except for the musical animal. He sighed, exasperated. He sat in a chair next to hers to try and shake her shoulder again. Her head lolled backward and onto his shoulder. He sighed again.
“Ok, but only because I have some time available. You tell anyone about this and I’ll deny it until the day I die.” He adjusted his position to cradle her head more comfortably and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling off. She shifted around and eventually settled an arm around his neck, turning her body to face his.
He decided that never again could someone accuse him of being insensitive. He sat there for a good hour before returning her to the counter. He thought it would be best to spare them both embarrassment.
Soon after, she woke up well rested, which was unusual to her because she knew from experience that counter naps lead to neck cricks and back pain.
Humor
The man grinned behind his ski mask as he saw Rebecca shoot him a dirty look. She struggled against the handcuffs he used on her.
“You’re going to help me get into the main server, whether you like it or not. If you cooperate, maybe I won’t kill you afterward,” he taunted.
The man stopped when he heard a shuffling around the dark room. It was fairly big, and he was certain he could sneak up on the intruder.
Kaiba turned on a light to the storage room.
“Don’t mind me,” he said. “I’m just trying to find the right file. Apparently, no one seems to be able to follow the alphabet properly anymore. It’s hard to find good help-”
The masked man held up a gun to Kaiba. He shouted, “Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!”
“Hey, now. I’m not going to fight you; I just want the right damned file. Besides, I have enough people yelling in my ear without adding her whining.”
The masked man looked puzzled, but did not lower his gun. People normally froze and cowered before his almighty firearm.
“I take it you’re not familiar with Rebecca? Well, trust me, I do something to incapacitate you, which would be easy, and I’ll have to hear her say ‘why can’t you let me fight my own battles?’ ‘I just about had him! Why do you always steal the glory?’ It’s all bitch, bitch, bitch with her.”
“I said don’t make me blow your brains out!”
Kaiba sighed, much like a frustrated teacher would with a difficult pupil. “I just said I wasn’t going to do anything. Besides, she said that if I kept your attention on me, she’d let me watch.”
“Watch what? You get your head blown off?” asked the masked man. He was seriously starting to get angry.
“Behind you, Einstein,” said Kaiba.
The masked man turned around just in time to meet Rebecca’s metal clipboard as it hit his face. He fell to the ground, unconscious. The handcuffs clinked onto the clipboard, one hand of it undone.
“That,” said Kaiba. “Never stops being funny.”
Hurt/Comfort
She stood on his balcony, glass of scotch in hand, looking out to nowhere. Two hours ago, Arthur Hawkins, her grandfather, finally succumbed to his Alzheimer’s and passed away. Kaiba stood next to her, elbow to elbow, as he took a drink from his glass.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“Not really.”
“Fair enough, I suppose.”
Smut
Kaiba’s hand traveled up her thigh as he nipped at her neck. Her back arched, no longer caring about her surroundings. She hitched her leg around his waist. He pulled her close to him, and in the process, she knocked over her side’s king.
“I guess we can finish it later,” she panted.
He had never lost a game of chess, and he wasn’t about to start.
UST
“I can’t believe you don’t like Halloween!”
“It’s a stupid holiday,” replied Kaiba from behind his monitor. He didn’t look up from it, too busy with work, as he talked with her.
“It’s a holiday where it’s socially acceptable to be mean to children. That’s got you all over it.”
“I am far to busy to waste my time with such frivolity.”
“You need some frivolity. What’s the phrase? All work and no play makes for a dull day?”
“Stop, you’re becoming annoying.”
She walked over to him, leaning over his shoulder as she looked at his monitor.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
He smelled the scent of her lilac perfume and finally looked over to her. A string of pearls dangled from a slender neck, surrounded by a plunging white neckline. Her lips were ruby red, with a small, dark mole above them. Her curled hair was oddly reminiscent of... Oh dear.
Flashes of his youth came back to him. A poster of a beautiful Marilyn hung in a hallway, bright and full of wonder. Days of happiness, of panting breaths and his reluctant hands, of tired satisfaction.
She needed to leave before he did something with her that he would regret.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than hover over me?” he growled.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked. It was a whine more than anything, but his haze made it sound breathier.
“Something that is anywhere that is not here. Just get out.”
He hated Halloween.