My Blue Eyed Dragon In White Armor

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I have some bad new for every1 I won’t be able to continue this story for a little while my teachers have started to give us test and I need the extra time to study -_-. But I promise I’ll post two chapters once I’m done with my exams

and im still looking for a beta if any1 is interested.
now on with the story.

I don’t own YU-GI-OH and I most like never will -_- life isn’t fare

Chapter 2

“awww, come on big brother.”
“Stop it Mokie.”
“Please Seto.”
“No. now drop the subject.”
“But Seto, you never go out.”
“Exactly! Why break a perfectly good tradition.”
“Seto.” Exasperation clear in his voice.
Seto pulled off his glasses and turned to look towards his brother. “Mokuba, being stuck in that office. And watching those idiots get drunk and make fools of them selves. Is not my idea of a good time.”
“And staying home ‘working’ is.” Mokuba scolded crossing his arms over his chest.
Seto shrugged turning back to his laptop and put his glasses back on. “At least I know it’s getting done.”
“That’s it.” Mokuba shouted a took Seto computer way from him. “Now you’re going to that party. Even if I have to drag you there myself.”
Seto looked into Mokuba’s eyes and smiled, there was that stubborn Kiaba glint.
Seto felt a sudden balloon of pride swell in his chest. He had raised his brother right. And he knew from personal experience. That his brother would drag him threw hell and back if he had to, to get his way. He still had nightmares from that Christmas two years ago when Mokuba had wanted a new skateboard.
“Fine Mokuba. I’ll go, but just for an hour.”
“Great. That’s all I need.” A dreamy look can into his eyes.
“For what?” Seto asked confused.
“Nothing!” Mokuba nearly shouted blush on his face making him look like a tomato. “Hurry up and get dress.” He started pushing his brother toward his closet.


Seto could swear he had just made some new world record, for getting showered and dress. Mokuba had kept urging him to hurry. He couldn’t even remember putting on the black jean or causal black business shirt he was wearing.
He could only remember having them hit his face a Mokuba threw them at him then shoved him out before slamming the door. Telling him he could stay out as long as he wanted and to worry about him that he wouldn’t wait up.
What was up with that kid why was he so determined to get Seto out of the house? Every time he had asked during the (10 seconds) it had taken him to get ready why he had to get ready so quickly, his brother only spurted and turned cherry red. And started push the blue eyed teen.
Shaking his head he looked down and was surprised to see his cloths were on right.
“When did this happen?” he asked himself half amused.
Seto climbed behind the driver wheel of his 2005 black Ferrari spider (my sister says it’s a cool car I can never tell the differences) and sighed. This was not the way he wanted to spend the rest of his evening. After his fail business/family diner with Mr. Scott (-_- I couldn’t find a Japanese name I liked) were instead of trying to sell his idea Mr. Scott had tried to sell his 5.6, cheap red hair dyed, self tanning lotion, silicone breasted, rhinoplasty nosed daughter.
The C.E.O. Barely suppressed shivers when that empty head bimbo had ‘accidentally’ knocked! He fake double D breast against him. Twelve times! While he had to endure Mrs. Scott, who’s face was so filled with botoxs he was willing to risks his entire company that it was a hazard to be within 15 feet of her, go on and on about how their about how their Fifi. (Ra save him.) Was such a charming and bright girl, and how she would make a perfect hostess. A ‘perfect catch.’
Prefect? Ya right, Seto thought. Their little Fifi had flunked out of three schools and the only reason she was still in her new school was because she was willing to give free blow jobs to who ever would pass her.
Fifi was arrogant, vicious and had and I.Q. lower then sludge. He could see now why her parents where throwing her at him. No one else would take here. Fifi was the kind of ‘brat’ that would run high bills, whine about have to pay attention to business, throw a tantrum if her pillows weren’t fluffed ‘just right’. And keep a legion of lovers and plastic surgeons. When Mr. Scott fork had some how ended up under the table Fifi (after receiving a sharp kick from her mother) had valiantly offered to get it.
When she started to rub the C.E.O thighs is when Seto had had enough. he tossed his napkin on to his plate, stood up and made several crude comments about weak business men and their literally plastic wives throwing there overly spoiled rotten brat at anyone with a swollen bank account. Then added the satisfying crunch that he was gay and that Kiaba corp. will never work with Mr. Scott Company ever again.
Seto smiled to him self as he drove threw the mansion gates and towards Kiaba corp. maybe this evening won’t be a total loss he could work for a while in his office then pop in on the party for a minute or so he could honesty say he went. Beside what Mokuba didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And afterwards he would deal with the little twerp and get some answers.



Mokuba waited until his brother tail lights had slip from view. Inwardly cheering he raced up the step to the Kiaba brother’s private den quickly punching in the code on the small, nearly invisible key panel next to a giant portrait of a blue eyes Wight dragon. A soft hissing was heard as the door to his brother secret lab opened. Mokuba rushed inside
smiling at the immobile figure of his love that floated in its water filled glass pod.
He kissed the glass and stroked it lovingly. Soon, in no more then 3 weeks he would be in his loves arms again. It seamed like an eternity. But, was willing to wait. After all patients is a virtue. Or so Seto had repeatedly told him when he had began his search for the world top biogenetics. In less than two years they had complete created a living breathing fifth-teen year old body for his Noah. And soon everything would be over and he would be able to kiss his loves real lips.
Speaking of which Mokuba turn to the computer screen that was in the center of the room switch it on and open program angel way. A park sudden popped up onto the screen and there sitting on a bench with his head turn upward towards the sky was his love Noah.
“Noah.”
“Mokuba!” Noah beamed and looked at his boyfriend “where Seto? Have you come to update me on how my body is doing?”
“It’s great Noah. You’re finally gained unassisted repertory function which means you’re breathing on your own. All that’s left now is to excise your body so the muscles and bones can get used to movement and be strong enough to support you when walk. And Seto isn’t here.
“He’ll be away for while. I sent him to the office knowing him. he’ll stay there working until around two in the morning.”
“Is that so?” Noah asked his voice husky.
“Mmm, hmm.”
“Well then. Care to join me?” Noah swept his arm and the complete park scene had changed and had become a large bedroom filled with red silk sheets and low burning candle give the room a romantic glow.
“I’ll be right there.” Mokuba answered just as huskily as Noah and jumped into one of the virtual reality pod.