Dragons of Darkness
Chapter one: Cries of Dragons
Note: every 13 years is one Dragon year.
Seto Kaiba was a 234 year old dragon. He sat there in his office, typing vigorously on the keyboard of his laptop, not minding his little brother do one of the most effective ways the boy had discovered, in annoying the young CEO: playing with one of the handheld game gadgets he had developed.
And Seto Kaiba was still considered to be a child. A child? No. That would already be exaggerating. At 234 years old, Seto Kaiba was only a teenager in appearance. And his colour, was one of the most elegant colours. He was titled, the Blue Eyed White Dragon. He was a blue dragon, only that the blueness of his wings were so light, that one would think it was white. Moreover, his eyes were the beautiful colour of deep sea, azure. So the title fitted him very well. Of course, he really didn’t mind it.
Mokuba Kaiba. A bouncing, hyperactive 143 year old light gray dragon, who today wasn’t moving that much, because he was too busy with playing that hologram producing handheld device which Seto was now, kind of regretting he invented it. In appearance, Mokuba still hasn’t entered his teenage years. And as young as he was, he was capable of running the company he and his big brother owned without his brother. He and his brother were geniuses in other dragon’s eyes.
Isono, (1) a blue green dragon, followed Seto everywhere. He was somehow…Seto’s personal everything. Although Seto had his own secretary, he would rather Isono bring in all his paperwork than that woman who was hired for him. Isono had been in the Kaiba family for a long time, since his adolescence had ended. So, he cared for the Kaiba brothers very much. And now, he didn’t like what he was doing.
Isono grumbled as he waited impatiently for the elevator he was riding to get him to the top floor. A pile of paperwork he held, and he already wanted to put it down on Seto’s desk. Not that he wanted to give Seto any more work. But he had no choice. A sound that imitated a bell went off, signaling him that he had arrived at his floor. He sighed as he stepped out. “Seto will not like this,”
Before him, were large wooden elegant doors, with carvings of unusual markings. Dragons like him didn’t understand them, but he also knew that Seto, too, didn’t quite know the images on his door. He went in. He approached the young CEO and put the papers down on the desk.
Seto looked up at him from behind his glasses and didn’t say anything. He got back to typing on his laptop and didn’t touch the papers Isono gave him. He’ll take a peek when he gets in the mood. Isono gave a sigh of relief. ‘Whew, he didn’t do anything to me,’ he thought as he went out the room.
Seto noticed that Mokuba had stopped playing that blasted gadget and had approached him. “Hey, Seto, can I go out for some ice cream?” the boy asked. “I’ll buy you one if you want,”
“No, thank you, Mokuba,” he said, turning down the offer. “Take Isono with you,” he told him.
Mokuba smiled. “OK,” he was about to turn and leave, but then he wanted to say something. “And oh, big brother,”
“What is it, Mokuba?” Seto didn’t remove his gaze from the screen of his computer. Mokuba tip-toed to reach up to Seto and gave him a peck on the cheek. It was as if Seto’s world came to a halt. The look in his eyes softened and he looked down on the boy. “What was that for, Mokie?” his voice became gentle
Mokuba smiled like a little boy who had just received a lollipop. “Well…” Mokuba tried not to blush. “I thought if I kissed you you’d go with me,”
Seto chuckled. “Come here, you,” he stood up and gentle lifted the boy and put him on his shoulders. “Let’s go for some ice cream,”
“Yay!” Mokuba nuzzled his nose into Seto’s hair. “Hey! Seto! Your hair! It smells like candy!” Mokuba chirped as Seto neared the doors.
“Why, yes, Mokuba, I shampooed my hair this morning,” Seto chuckled, Mokuba hugged him.
“Hey, can we fly to the ice cream parlor? We haven’t flown in ages! These wings are getting rusty,” Mokuba spread his light gray wings over his and Seto’s head, making a huge shadow on the blue carpet below them.
“Sure, why not,” Seto changed the direction he was walking and headed towards the door to the rooftop, which he was the only one who had access to. “Duck your head, Mokuba,” and he did as he was told and dodged the top of the door.
Seto opened the door to the roof, and gusts of wind welcomed them. Seto put Mokuba down and closed the door. He spread his wings with the boy, letting them feel the air. “Ah, it’s nice to feel the wind in our wings again,” Mokuba stretched out in his suit, so did Seto.
“Wow,” said Seto. “I haven’t spread these things in a while. Or feel the wind against them, it’s great,”
“Oh, wow, Seto!” Mokuba’s eyes sparkled at the sight. Seto’s wings were…amazing. “Your wings are beautiful!”
“Why, thank you, Mokuba,” Seto tried beating them, and rose from the ground. “Come on, Mokie,” Mokuba beat his wings, and rose as well.
“Race you to the ice cream parlor, Seto!” Mokuba somehow jumped from the edge and levitated, looked at Seto, and flew to the direction of the said place.
Seto shook his head chuckling. “Like you can win,” Seto went after him, with great speed. He caught up to the kid in seconds, stopping in front of him. “So…you think you can win?” Seto once again chuckled.
“Seto! How’d you fly so fast?” said Mokuba, floating to him.
“Gouzaburou,” he said flatly, and with a cheery voice, “And training on my own, ditching meetings,”
“You didn’t!”
“Yes, I did,” he chuckled.
“I should do that in school,” Mokuba tied to get an idea.
“Do it and you’re grounded,”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“But Seto-” Seto flew, across the streets. “Hey! No fair!” Mokuba went after him, and saw him land on the sidewalk a few blocks away. His feet touched the ground and tried to catch his breath. “You’re fast!”
“Of course, I am,” he said, leading the boy in the parlor.
It wasn’t such a bad day out. Since there were no press. And people weren’t going after them like nuts. There were a few reporters, and Seto had Mokuba ride on his back when they decided to head back to Kaiba Corp, so those damn dragons couldn’t get a hold of them. With all that running around, Mokuba had fallen asleep on the sofa that afternoon, his wings hugging himself protectively. Seto took off his coat and covered the boy. He got back to work, immediately, and because of that little race they had that morning, he had missed a lot.
A few hours later, Mokuba woke up, and for Seto, it was time for him to go home. “You should go home, Mokuba,”
“Oh…” Mokuba put the coat aside and grabbed the device he was playing with earlier. “I’ll play a few rounds first to wake me up,” he said, continuing what he had left a few hours back.
“Mmhmm,” Seto hummed, telling Mokuba that was a ‘yes’.
“Can I fly home?”
“No, Mokuba, it’s dark outside, take the limo,”
Mokuba sighed. “Ok,” Mokuba ran off. “See you in a couple of hours, Seto!”
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Seto looked at the clock. 10:30 pm. He should go home. Considering Mokuba did somehow tell him go home in a few hours. He let out a defeated sigh. Mokuba would probably not let go of his tail when he tries to leave early tomorrow. He packed up a few papers and put on his coat. Isono should be home by now. He should try flying home. He hadn’t flown a distance like that in a while. That would get him some fresh air, and a nice glowing view of the city.
He went up the roof, beat his wings, and headed for home. Halfway there, there was this familiar scent. Something he had caught on his nose before, but a long, long time ago. He stopped and floated, trying to follow the scent. Then it hit him. “That’s the scent Mokuba had on him when he was born!” but the scent was strong. It couldn’t be somewhere inside these buildings. It led him to a corner by a store and an apartment. There, he saw two newly hatched dragons, crying.
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