Dragons of Darkness

Dragons of Darkness

Dragons of Darkness

When Seto Kaiba, a blue eyed dragon, was flying home from work, he came across two newly hatched violet dragons in a dark, cold, and wet alley. He takes them home to his brother, and decides to raise them; 200 years later, as the twins, Yami and Yuugi, are teens in appearance, Seto and Mokuba find out that they raised the Princes of Darkness.

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.