Ghosty

Kaiba comes storming in through the door. His voice was loud and abrasive as he was giving “tough criticism” to another employee. You liked to call it “touch criticism” to make it sound positive and make it seem like he isn't yelling at someone to tell them what they've done wrong. Working for Kaiba was, or even is, an experience you wouldn't recommend to someone. You were at your desk filling out reports.

“Intern with me,” Kaiba called while walking by. “Now!”

You jumped a little bit because you were not expecting him to call you. Even though you were now an employee, he still called you an intern and honestly you chose not to say anything. The last time a Kaiba Corp employee tried to correct him they were met with “you’re fired immediately” and were told to walk out the door ashamed of themselves because of their actions. The ego is strong with this one, you thought, goodness.

You scrambled to your feet and unfortunately knocked over a big stack of papers that fell with a loud thud. You were going to pick them up, but you had to follow Kaiba. You were confused on which you were to do first. Kaiba doesn't like it when things fall, especially if they're of importance. You went ahead and chose to pick them up.

“Worry about those later, Intern,” Kaiba ordered gruffly. “My orders were strictly to follow me, understood?”

“Yes, sir!” You acknowledged. You were slightly nervous because he could fire you at any second.

“Then stop flirting with time, and follow me.”

You both walked to the elevator and got into it. He pushed a button and the doors closed. The elevator started going to the floor he specifically chose. You realized it was the floor that had the simulator that he was working on. A developing technology that he was creating in order to beat a certain someone in a duel. These were purely only rumors you heard from the others. The elevator made a ding sound and the doors opened. He started to walk again with you following behind him. He stopped at a closed door and used a key card to open it.

The room that held the simulator was huge. You had never been to this floor or this room. It was filled with all sorts of gadgets. Computers lined a few of the walls, there was a desk that was near the door you just walked through, and by one of the walls was a fancy couch. The couch was close to the simulator.

“It's time you stopped doing paperwork,” Kaiba walked to the desk and picked up a clipboard for a second. “And started doing real work.”

“Uh—” You began. You were confused.

“Don't ‘uh’ me, Intern,” he remarked viciously. “Get over there to the simulator!”

“O–ok!”

You ran over to the simulator. You put on a temporary prototype dual disk made for the simulator. The simulator booted up and covered the room in a soft blue glow. The person, your soon to be opponent in a duel, was the very person he wanted to defeat in a duel.

“You're going to duel several opponents,” Kaiba explained. “By dueling, you'll be collecting valuable data. So, you're going to duel Yugi first.”

“I’ve never dueled before!” You shouted.

“You'll learn, so get to dueling, Intern! This is purely just a trial run, so regardless whether you win or lose, you’ll provide valuable data. Although, it is preferred that you win.”

Was that supposed to comfort you? You weren't quite sure. It only made you even more nervous. Like you said, you had never dueled before. You didn't even have a deck.

“I've provided you with a perfectly curated deck inspired by my own,” Kaiba stated plainly. “It should be easy to use even for a beginner like you.”

After what felt like five hours, you somehow managed to win. You could have lost, but Kaiba in his own weird way assisted you slightly. He wrote down something on the clipboard.

“You may have a break,” Kaiba said as he went to one of the computers.

You sighed a long sigh and made your way to the couch. Big mistake on your part because that sigh didn't go unnoticed, and now cost you greatly. He was still typing away on the computer.

“Back to testing,” he announced sharply. “This time you'll be going against someone easy.”

You didn't even get to sit down. Your legs are tired from standing so long. Your feet hurt slightly, and he didn't even give you a proper break. Somewhere along the way the simulator glitched, and he didn't like that at all. This time you were going against Joey Wheeler.

You won that duel to which you were rewarded with another break. You sighed again and were told to go back to testing the simulator. This went on several times until your latest win. Instead of sighing like the past several instances, you hurried up and ran to the couch.

Kaiba crossed his arms and stared at you. “So, you're learning, I don't like it,” Kaiba pointed out. “Get up!”

You reluctantly got up, and made your way to the simulator. He watched your every move. He was very observant.

Today was no different, compared to any other day, in the cafeteria. It was, as always, packed full from all three hundred players. All the sociable people were participating in their usual idle chatter. It was of course lunchtime, and your favorite time of the day because you'd get to talk to Chigiri. You were currently talking to him about various subjects.

“How was practice?” You questioned as you took a bite of your food. “Anything interesting happen?”

“Eh, not really,” Chigiri responded. He was watching you as you chewed your food. To be clear, he wasn't watching you chew, he was watching you scoot a pea around your plate. “Well, actually Kunigami told an off the wall joke—it was too off the wall. I shudder just thinking about it.”

You were going to ask about the joke, but something about his face told you not to. “Read anything interesting in one of your novels?” You asked, you took another bite of your food.

“Nope, I didn't have time to read,” he answered monotonously. “What about you? Read anything interesting in your studies?”

You sighed lightly and took another bite of your meal. “Read an article about seahorses that's about it,” You responded blandly.

Silence fell between the two of you. Idle chatter of the others enveloped you. Clacking from both of your utensils hitting your dishes resounded.

“Chigiri,” You whined. Your face held exasperation already. “Tell me your secrets to having luxurious hair and beautiful skin, please!?”

Now he was the one that was exasperated. He sighed heavily and stared directly at you. “No, I'm not telling you that!” he sternly responded.

“Why won't you tell me?”

“Because you're just going to blab to everyone and then I won't be the prettiest person here.”

You knew that was a lie. This isn't the first time you asked him about that, and it dang sure won't be the last—at least maybe. He refuses to tell you his secret because he knows it makes you mad, and he likes to make you mad. He finds it funny when your face gets pouty. You like to claim that you'll never speak to him again if he doesn't tell you, but you always come back. To him, you're like a little cockroach, always there and never gone.

“C’mon, Chigiri!” You pleaded. You even gave him your world famous puppy dog eyes. “No one else here cares about being pretty! They only want to be the best in soccer! Just tell me!”

“(Y/N), the answer is still no!” he retorted. “And plus, you're already beautiful and your hair is amazing!”

You sighed again but this time heavily. You looked down at your plate and picked up the pea you scooted off to itself. You rolled the pea around in between your thumb and index finger. You were careful not to smush it. You always hated it when he refused to tell you. Funnily enough, you knew he wouldn't answer, but you still asked anyway. Your silence didn't go unnoticed by Chigiri.

“Are you ok–”

With a flick of your index finger, you flung the pea in his direction. It landed in the center of his forehead, and it was mushed. His face did not move, it was deadpan, and he could only stare at you. His hand immediately fell from his face to the table. He was still like undisturbed water. He couldn't believe that you just flung a pea at him, and to be honest you couldn't either. Your eyes were wide, and your mouth was in the shape of an o.

“Did you just…did you just fling a pea at me?” he inquired in disbelief.

Before you could answer, someone erupted into loud laughter and caught everyone's attention. It was Kunigami laughing his ass off. He was laughing so hard that you were afraid that he would keel over. He was slapping his own knee, that's how tickled he was.

“Oh, man,” Kunigami shouted in-between wheezes. “Bro, what's with the green dot!?”

Kunigami laughed even more which caused him to wipe tears from his eyes. The others were trying to hold their laughter in, so coughing could be heard. Chigiri could only glare at all of you.

You looked at him sheepishly. “I–uh–I didn't mean to–”

“Wow, talk about being mature.” Chigiri remarked viciously.

“I'm sorry, I–”

“Just shut up!” Chigiri snapped back at you. “I don't even want to hear it. I just wiped my face off too!”

Chigiri didn't speak to you the rest of the day. You claim you didn't mean to fling the pea. He doesn't believe you not one bit. He's still trying to figure out if you really didn't mean to, or if you did that on purpose and were trying to pretend you didn't. Well, whatever the case is, you'll never know his secret to having flawless skin and luxurious hair. Don't even think about asking him as you'll never know what he will do in response. Also, Kunigami and the others like to tease the both of you about the pea incident.

A/N: I was laughing the whole time I was writing Chigiri's reaction to the reader flinging the pea at his forehead.

Chigiri (a pea on his forehead): 😐

You were upside-down on the couch watching some movie that you and Dante had found on your seriously outdated TV. A greenish hue colored the small living room. The movie had caused Dante to abandon you, he got bored and went to your kitchen. You had no idea what Dante was doing, but you didn't hear any weird noises going on, so he was fine for now. You weren't too far into the movie, it quite literally just started like thirty minutes ago. Dante mumbled something along the lines of “it's cheesy, full of cliches, and I'm not watching this crap as I've already seen it” as he got up from the couch. You pinched the bridge of your nose, and retorted that he was snoring for the first five minutes of the movie. He denied the fact he was asleep, and claims that he was listening to the movie with his eyes closed. You remarked that he had his mouth wide open, and it sounded like a freight train had come through the living room. He only scoffed and left to go to the kitchen.

“Shit!” Dante yelled. He tried to be quiet, but it wasn't working out for him.

If he does that again, you thought, I'll see what the hell he's doing. He was quiet again for a while, so you didn't bother to get up from your comfortable spot on the couch. As long as there were no sounds of glass being broken, a long string of curses coming from his mouth, or his weird unusual panicked screaming, you weren't really worried about what he was doing.

“Oh no,” Dante cried out. He was trying not to get your attention. “Don't fall, please!”

Still no unusual sounds that are alerting you. He's all the time trying to stack things. It's his way of showing off to you. After all, not every man can successfully stack random objects like he can. To be honest, he's only successfully stacked random objects once, and even then it was a fluke.

“It's everywhere,” Dante screamed. His screaming was followed by a loud thud and glass being shattered. “(Y/N)’s not gonna be happy!”

That finally got your attention, you instantly jumped off the couch. You hit your right knee on your cluttered coffee table. You almost fell to the floor. I'm moving that fucking coffee table tomorrow, you screamed internally.

“Dante, what the hell is going on in there?!” You yelled as you rubbed your knee. “What the fuck did you break?!”

“(Y/N)!” Dante responded. He nervously laughed as he took in the sight before him. “Nothing, Babe!”

“It better not have been my Grammy’s glass pan!”

When you walked through the kitchen’s door, your once pristine kitchen was now not so pristine. You were met with the familiar hum of the light above your kitchen sink. Almost every dish that you owned was dirty and piled up in the sink. The kitchen counter was covered in yellow batter and so was your fridge as well as the floor. It was even on Dante, he was standing like a deer caught in headlights. Oh God, you thought, it's everywhere! Then, you finally noticed reddish-pink tinted glass all across the floor. In the midst of the glass was the remnants of a strawberry that had adorned one of the handles of the glass pan.

“Dante,” You growled. You balled your fists, and a scowl decorated your once surprised face. “What were you trying to make, you dumbass?!”

He smiled sheepishly. “Um,” Dante began to explain. He fiddled with his thumbs. “Babe, my dearest, the love of my life, my one and only, let me explain–”

“Ah! My Grammy's glass strawberry pan! That's the only one of her pans that I have! It was my favorite, and you broke it!”

“(Y/N), I know you're angry, and I wholeheartedly apologize for the mess and for breaking your Grammy's glass pan.”

“How did you manage to fuck up the kitchen?”

He looked you in the eyes sincerely. “I was just trying to make you a homemade cake using your cookbook, and there was an unfortunate tiny accident.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose for the second time that night. Not only are you missing the movie you wanted to watch, but now you have to clean up a so-called “tiny” accident in the kitchen. Then, your brain realized he said he used your cookbook. When you looked over towards the cookbook, your jaw dropped to the floor metaphorically. It was covered in batter, a page was torn, and it was wet with water.

“You tore a page of the cookbook?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Dante answered. He rubbed the back of his head.

“Ok, welp, time to clean up.”

You grabbed the broom that was hung up on the wall, and handed it to him. He took it and started to sweep up the glass. You went to the bathroom to get the mop and fill up the bucket with water and some floor cleaner. Upon your arrival, Dante was still sweeping the floor. You began to mop the places he had already swept. When you both finished with your respective duties, you both grabbed dishrags to clean the crannies that were decorated with cake batter.

“Hey,” Dante called out to you. “I really am sorry for breaking your Grammy's glass pan.”

You sighed heavily as you cleaned around one of the table’s legs. “It's alright. Grammy stole it from her cousin. To be honest, she really didn't like it that much.”

Dante, who was directly across from you, stopped wiping down another leg of the table. He stared right at you. “What?” Dante questioned. He was flabbergasted, and couldn't believe what he just heard.

You giggled a little bit. “Grammy stole the glass pan from her cousin, Viola.” You replied.

Dante stared deadpan at you. His mouth was agape, and his brows were furrowed. “Why?”

“She stole it cuz Viola stole her boyfriend. Then Grammy gave it to me, so Viola couldn't get it back. In Grammy's words Viola was a ‘man thievin’ bitch!’”

“Was that normal behavior for your Grammy?”

“Yep!”

“Did your Grammy really say that about her own cousin?”

“Yep, yep!”

You pointed to a beautiful portrait of a woman. She appeared to be an honest and kind woman. She did not give the appearance of someone who could be so petty. However, her gaze in her portrait, that was hanging up in your kitchen, was stern and judging.

“Why do you have her portrait in the kitchen?” Dante inquired.

“So, she could judge the people who fuck up my kitchen!” You answered happily with a shit eating grin.

“Oh…”