#kaibros

I made a Kaiba Land slumber island in acnh 🤭bottom 2 shots are his basement- a Kaiba cave/ home theater. Pics courtesy of @bachi-babe

I will post this separately as well

All extra villains/antagonists ever tbh

But Seto’s storyline sucks because the idea that he would ABANDON MOKUBA is so grossly out of character.

Some Puzzleshipping, and some Kaibabros. You choose. Or take both :) Have fun!

He was hardly isolated. Isono always knew where he was, simply as a matter of security, and his phone was still active. If anyone needed him in a moment, they could reach him. However, Seto was not expecting someone to actually open the project manager’s door and enter, much less for them to enter without a formal introduction. However, as the intruder slid forward, Seto pushed back his chair from the desk, relaxing into the cushion as they placed something on the mostly-empty desk. 

“Kitten,” Mokuba declared, already turning to leave. Seto glanced at the creature that had been placed on the desk, a long-haired pile of black and white fur, and his expression tightened. 

“Mokuba, you cannot–”

“Kitten.” Mokuba turned, pointing directly at Seto. The two brothers held eye contact, neither moving, until the cat on the desk mewed softly and stood up. 

“This is not a kitten. This is a fully grown cat.”

“Kitten,” Mokuba repeated, refusing to budge. Seto waited, then exhaled slowly, closing his eyes before spreading his arms wide in acceptance.

“At least tell me where it came from.”

“Mitsuki in legal found her when she came in to work. I think our employees ought to be commended for their humanitarian outlook and sympathy toward animals, so I let her keep it here. For today. We’re not in the adoption business, but–”

“Why here, then?”

“Because. Kitten.”

“Cat.”

“Kitten.” Within a few moments, Mokuba was smiling warmly, eyes on the cat which had padded across the desk and poked experimentally at the computer’s keyboard. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Is she even litter trained? Mokuba, you can’t–”

But the door was already closing with a click, leaving the cat on the desk and Seto staring warily at the creature.

“Meow.”

“Meow to you too.” Seto could be curt, demanding, and unsociable even at the best of times, but there was no need to be rude to a guest. The cat looked at him, tail flicking quickly from side to side, and finally Seto made a shooing motion. “I need the keyboard.”

“Meow.” More plaintive now, edged with insistence. 

“I really hope Mokuba fed you.” Seto reached out to lift the cat, surprised by how easily she accepted the movement, and placed her to the side of the keyboard. However, as he pulled himself forward and returned to the designs he’d opened on the computer, the cat padded forward too, stepping on Seto’s hand and climbing into the space created by his arms. Seto paused, the long hair of the cat’s tail tickling his nose, and tutted under his breath.

“No.” He lifted the cat again, setting her aside. Within a few moments, she’d walked forward into the same space, requiring Seto to move her once more. This cycle repeated five times in total, until finally Seto lifted the cat and rotated her to look into her eyes. 

He was surprised to find she did not claw or struggle. She drooped from where he held her, and he estimated her weight at around ten pounds, at the least. Her fur was smooth from a recent brushing, and she did not stink as if she’d been living in an alley recently. Seto studied her eyes, a startling clear blue, and she met his gaze steadily.

“The keyboard is ‘no’,” he stated. The cat gave no indication of understanding, but Seto turned to set the cat on the ground instead. As he pulled forward to the keyboard, Seto could feel movement around his feet, but as it was an acceptable movement, he did not need to correct it. He could be a petsitter for an hour. How hard could it be?

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Mokuba opened the door carefully, not entirely sure of what he’d find inside. Seto had not called, even when Mokuba’s promise to return in an hour had turned into two hours. However, as Mokuba closed the office door, he heard Seto’s voice, and braced himself. 

“Because I can’t have that much raw information running through all at once. I tried it with the disks, and with various parts of the network. We have to focus on optimizing.”

“Meow.”

“I know, but it’s the reality. Even if I try to make proprietary software, it’s no good in a few years. People are constantly trying to force open a backdoor, and I don’t blame them, but–”

“Meow.”

“Right. Yes.”

“Seto?” Mokuba interrupted, voice soft. “How’s it going?”

“Going? It’s fine. I’ve started three projects and made no progress in any of them. We’ve tangled up the planning stages in knots and I think I opened a new blueprint.”

“So a good day, then.”

Seto smiled. “Decent enough.”

“I noticed that you were explaining the knots to someone.”

“She’s useful. I need her feedback.” Seto paused, lifting his hands from the keyboard to lift the cat into his lap. “I assume you’re familiar with the method.”

“Familiar, yes. I think you’ve made a new friend.”

“Friend? Hardly. We could put her on staff, give her a consulting fee.”

“Well, you’ll have to take that up with Tsubasa. He’s adopting her.” 

“Tsubasa?” Seto’s eyebrows drew together, and Mokuba nodded. 

“Tsubasa. Marketing. He was thinking about getting a cat, and when Mitsuki showed him pictures, he agreed to take her.”

“Tsubasa in Marketing.”

“Yes, Seto. She’s been adopted.” Mokuba stepped forward, reaching out to pick up the cat, but Seto rolled the chair backwards to avoid Mokuba’s reach. Mokuba frowned. “Seto.”

“A moment.”

“If it wasn’t Tsubasa, we would have found someone. We’re a company of more than five thousand people in this building alone. Nigiri’s cousin considered it, Fletcher’s kid wanted a cat, and hey, everyone’s really sympathetic to a good cat photo. She’s got a good place somewhere.”

Seto nodded, lifting the cat out of his lap and handing her to Mokuba. “Put Tsubasa in for the pet insurance.”

“We don’t really do pet insurance.”

“Well, start a proposal so we do.”

Mokuba snorted, lifting the cat as she wriggled in his arms, then letting her climb up his suit to rest on his shoulder. “Wriggly little thing.”

“You have to talk to her. Tell Tsubasa–”

“Listen, Nii-sama, we can bring in other cats. We could even ask Tsubasa or other staff if they want to have a pet day. Some places do it.”

Now it was Seto’s turn to snort. “Some places?”

“American places.”

“Well.” Seto folded his arms over his chest, waiting a moment longer, then made a shooing motion with one hand. “Go on, get her down to Tsubasa. He needs to get started on all the purchases to make.”

“Sure thing.” Mokuba grinned, twisting to keep his hold on the cat even as she mewed again. Seto watched them go, noting with some annoyance that Mokuba left the office door ajar, then exhaled to himself. 

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