Dragons of Darkness
Chapter two: Scent of a Mother
There was lightning and thunder clapped. Seto lowered his altitude and flew carefully above buildings as he carried two hatchlings in his arms. “Who would do this?” he asked himself, taking glances at what had appeared to be twins. Both had blonde lightning bangs, and the main part was black. One had wild tips of purple, while the other had the same hairstyle, only there were more of the blonde bangs and the tip of his hair was of crimson, and the main part of his hair was wilder, more erratic. They also had the same colour of wings. Violet.
Soon it began to rain. Seto flew faster. He thought for a second. His house still far away and he was going to be passing by the orphanage. What? Leave the twins there? Or being them home? If he brought them home, Mokuba would probably want him to adopt them. Well, at least he’d he able to leave something for Mokuba that would keep him occupied the whole day other than playing those blasted devices.
The sound of the rain drowned any other noise, and he didn’t notice that the hatchlings had stopped crying. He took a look at his full arms, and saw that the two had somehow had the instinct to clutch to his clothes tightly as he flew. But finding those hatchlings in that alley wasn’t the only thing that would trouble him today. There were two gangsters that blocked his path.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the great Seto Kaiba, flying home on a rainy night,” one stated his name in a mocking tone.
“And carrying two hatchlings! What, you took them back from your girlfriend?” the other one said, laughing.
Seto growled. He didn’t want anything to do with these ********. The only choice he had was to fly. Fly as fast as he could. He couldn’t risk hurting the two kids he was carrying. Or…he could fly past the two ******** and hit them with his tail. His tail never failed him. A smirk graced his lips as rainwater streamed down his face.
“What are you smirking at, a*****e?!” one asked, getting angry.
“You asking for a fight?!” said the other one, getting ready.
Seto didn’t say anything. He held onto the kids tightly and lunged at the two dragons, and made a quick turn, hitting them with his strong tail, sending them to the cold concrete sidewalk. “Hm,” he hid a laugh, and quickly went back to his flight headed for home, and this time, he didn’t stop for anything, and he flew as fast as he could, but still as careful.
He landed within the estates, in front of the manor entrance. “Mokuba! Mokuba!” he yelled, he wasn’t able to knock on the door, or ring the doorbell, so he kicked it. “Mokuba!” he kicked it again. “Mokuba!”
A butler opened the door. “Master Seto?” he saw him soaking wet, and holding two bundles in his arms. “Oh, dear, Master Seto, come inside at once!” he pushed Seto lightly in the mansion, and called the attention of a passing servants. “You! Quickly! Towels, and robes! You! Get Master Seto something to drink that will warm his insides up! Quickly! Quickly!” the old dragon ordered, leading Seto into the living room, as a maid followed with them with the towels and robes. He let Seto sit on the sofa by the lit fireplace.
That old dragon…Seto could only assume he was a little below a thousand years.
Seto didn’t let go of the hatchlings until he saw the towels. “Komori, wrap them up, hurry,” he told the old dragon, through chattering teeth. Damn it was cold. He took off the suit, and the robe was handed to him. Seto watched the maid dry up the sleeping young ones and wrap them with the warm white cloth before settling them beside Seto, who was sitting like an Indian, on the sofa.
“Will there be anything else, Komori-san?” the maid asked, watching the old one dry Seto’s wings.
“No, the warm drink will be here shortly,” he said, and motioned for her to leave. She bowed, and left the room. “Dear, dear, Master Seto, you brought home quite a bundle,”
“Found them in the streets,” lightning. Then thunder.
“You what!” Komori almost didn’t believe what he had just heard. “My Lord…these two little ones?”
“Yeah…” Seto answered. “I followed their scent,” he once again tried to explain through chattering teeth. “I assumed that the scent of newborns weren’t that strong if they came from within one of the buildings that surrounded me while I flew. Found them by a trash can, shielded from the rain by a few cardboards…birth fluid was still present on their skin,”
“Big brother?! Big brother?!” Mokuba burst through the doors, panting and a butler with hot chocolate was right behind him. “Big brother!” Mokuba ran to him, as the butler handed Seto his warm drink. “You’re soaking wet! And why did you-” he was cut off by two sleeping forms beside Seto. “Hatchlings? Seto, you adopted hatchlings?!” he knelt before them, caressing one’s face.
“No. I found them in an alley. They were just born when I found them.” Seto told him, taking the mug of chocolate from the butler gratefully.
“Hey, Komori,” Mokuba called his attention as he tried to distinguish one twin from the other. “Get someone to buy formulas for them,” he ordered. Komori bowed and left the room. “Niisama, are you planning on adopting them?”
“You know,” Seto was getting pretty annoyed at his teeth chattering. “That was the question I’ve been dreading to hear from you since I picked up those two,” he took a sip of the chocolate. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Giving them up in the orphanage?”
Mokuba gasped. “No!”
“What?”
“Don’t give them to the orphanage!”
“What?! Why?!”
Mokuba wanted to cry. He gazed lovingly upon the sleeping forms. One by one, tears slowly streamed down his face. “Look at them,” he said, “So beautiful…I don’t want them to live the way we did in the orphanage.” He brushed one’s bangs away from his face. “I don’t want them getting fought over by pathetic excuses for parents who don’t give damn about the child’s feelings. What if they’d want them separated, like they did you and me?”
“Alright, alright!” Seto cut him in, before he could say any more. He didn’t want those memories back. He had tried so hard to forget them. And no brother of his will let him remember all those times. “We’ll adopt them!” he sipped the chocolate once again, and grunted softly, wishing that the chilling feeling would go away. Damn rain.
“R-really?!”
“As long as you do half the work on them,”
“I promise!”
“Now, do what needs to be done with them, feed them, change their clothes, ask an experienced maid about it,” he stood up, “And, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to soak my freezing wings in a hot bath before I get a cold,” Seto left the room, to find a maid almost running into him.
“Please forgive me, Master Seto,” she bowed.
“Get in there and help Mokuba clean those two up,” he ordered and went up to his bathroom to soak himself in glorious hot water.
She went in the living room and saw her young master still getting to know the sleeping dragons. “Master Mokuba, do you think Master Seto would name them?” she said, sitting beside him.
“Hey, I haven’t thought of that,” he answered, “But I’m sure Seto will pick a good name, like he did with mine. I like my name,” he smiled at her. “I just don’t know where he got it,”
“I must say, Master Mokuba, your name has an amusing meaning,”
“Yeah, I know. Wooden horse.” Mokuba chuckled. “I wonder what name he will give you two,” he looked at the two violet dragons.
“Come, we must do what must be done,” she picked one up, and it started to cry. It had been the one who had tips of purple. “Oh, dear,”
Mokuba picked up the other one, and it had started to cry too. “Oh, my, it will be very hard for us to take care of these two,” Mokuba stated, disappointed. “You don’t have kids yet, don’t you?” he asked the maid, she shook her head. Mokuba sighed. “Put them down, I’m going to get Seto,” they laid them back on the pillows, and Mokuba ran upstairs. “Seto?” Mokuba knocked and entered his room.
Seto was there, putting on a good pair of pajamas, and covered it up with a dry robe. “What is it, Mokuba?” he approached the boy.
“We need you in the living room, NOW.”
Seto didn’t say anything, and followed Mokuba. As they went down the marble stairs, he could hear the wailing of the two dragons yards away from the door. “You WOKE them up?” Mokuba didn’t answer.
They entered the living room and Seto stood in front of the two. “Seto, can you please pick them both up?” Mokuba asked him in a pleading tone. Seto raised a brow and picked the two up. In an instant, the two stopped crying. “I KNEW IT!”
“And what did you know?” Seto settled the two back down on the sofa.
“They think you’re their mother.” Mokuba said, a smirk on his lips.
“Wh-what?!”
“You said they were just born, and based from what I had learned from my blasted tutors, the first dragon scent they get attached to has them think, and not just think, it has them permanently implanted in their head that that particular dragon’s scent is their mother.”
“Oh. s**t.”
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