An employee suggests Atem get some "care."
Atem researches the concept exhaustively, assessing every salon in Domino City by lighting temperature and door weight, and comes home to find Seto has already bought all of it.
The relaxation program under employee benefits is then applied with Seto listed as the practitioner.
Atem, asked at work where he got his nails done, answers honestly. He answers honestly about the skincare too, and the lash perm.
This is a translation of an original work on Pixiv.
Original Title: 愛と理論 23 王、自分磨きをする
Original Author: 葉人(@Hathor_yuki)
Personal site: https://prideshipping.sakura.ne.jp
Several days since Atem met the milestone of one year with the company. Unusually, he carried a slight shadow of fatigue in his eyes.
There is certainly the afterglow of the honour of the Rookie of the Year Award, but more than that, day by day, he had gone on making his heart dance at the breadth of the world to be learned.
That dance, it seems, had come as far as his body.
Immediately after coming in to work, a young employee he passed spoke to him.
"Mr. Atem, are you tired? You need some healing. It's about time you went for some care or something. If fatigue lingers your performance drops."
Atem blinks.
"Care — do you mean a rite of healing?"
"A rite? Well, something like that! Nails, lash extensions, chiropractic, spas... there are all sorts."
In Atem's mind, the morning commute route revives.
The windows of a café standing by the roadside, advertisements projected on large screens, the well-tended fingertips of walking women, glossy hair.
And the unfamiliar words that come up in the employees' conversation.
"Nails. Eyelashes. Spa... Mm. In the modern age there are rites for each part of the body."
Shall I supplement?
From the earphone he wears, A.R.E.S. whispers at his ear.
"Do. In this age, how is the body revered?"
A.R.E.S. immediately analysed the care circumstances of each genre and deployed a list on the screen.
Nail care, lash lift, oil massage, men's facial, head spa, body maintenance.
Furthermore, information flows in from the magazine with the pink cover, which has secretly grasped Atem's subscription history.
It's an age when even princes do care!
Anniversary Care Feature: Before You Take the Hand of Someone Precious
Beloved men are decided by nails and eyelashes ♡
"...Is this some kind of incantation?"
Atem knits his brows faintly.
"That being beloved is decided by eyelashes — a remarkably delicate civilisation."
Affirmative. The modern age is a society of comprehensive aesthetic consciousness. Incidentally, Lord Atem's eyelashes are already at 250 percent of the average value. The necessity of reinforcement is...
"But it's possible to arrange them further, isn't it?"
...It is possible.
Atem nodded a little.
A king is always an existence that polishes. There is no reason to neglect being polished.
And more than anything, how would Seto feel about it.
That question quietly lights a fire deep in his chest.
Atem murmured while gazing at the list of care.
"Care is arranging oneself, preparation for touching someone... Good, this is worth researching."
A.R.E.S.'s light blinks, looking pleased.
If necessary, reservations at optimal salons are also possible.
"First, let us know. The rites of beauty of this age, without leaving anything out."
Those footsteps are light.
Because the King's intellectual curiosity has found a new domain again.
And on this day, Seto would come to lay eyes on Atem's care research report and let out a deep sigh.
He's theorizing in a strange direction again, that is.
It was when Atem was waiting for a signal at the crossing in front of the station. The morning city, scattering the winter light finely, wore a somehow lovely bustle.
People with Kaiba Corporation employee badges hanging at their chests are being drawn into the buildings, and A.R.E.S.'s advertising tower proudly displays today's operating rate.
And into Atem's field of vision, a strangely cute pink booklet was thrust, fluttering. At the upper right of the cover, small: "Feature: The Ideal Anniversary." From any angle it was a special issue of Z — xy.
"...Running a feature again, is it."
While setting off walking with faintly knitted brows, Atem took out his terminal.
Because the single line from an employee of another department, telling him to heal his fatigue, had been trailing after him all this time.
What is healing.
What does care include.
Life at the Kaiba mansion is too well ordered; if anything he does not know the general concept of care. Or rather, he does not know it to begin with.
His eye suddenly stops on a predictive suggestion in the search field.
And Atem found something he should not have found.
—ot Pepper Beauty
"...I see, so this is the comprehensive portal one hears rumours of."
Atem entered a café on his commute route and slid a finger over the terminal.
He goes on checking the salons of Domino City one after another.
Nail care, lash perms, brow styling, head spa, and even treatments with machines he doesn't quite understand.
Each menu and interior photograph looked as though it shone to test his curiosity.
"Treatment time... price... reservation status..."
That profile was completely the eye of a god's judgment.
The ordinary salons listed in the search results are at this very moment undergoing a world-class inspection.
Domino City at dusk.
Atem walked on his way home checking the exteriors of the actual shops one by one.
From corner to corner, he assesses the state of cleaning, the colour temperature of the lighting, the design of the signage, the weight of the doors, even the flow line for entering.
Along the way, several people he passed seemed to notice, saying "eh, was that just now Mr. Atem...?", but Atem himself, far from noticing, did not even take them into his field of vision.
Atem was serious.
What is care.
He went on facing the answer to that question.
The instant he opened the entrance of the Kaiba mansion, Atem quietly froze.
Across the whole entrance hall, a mountain of self-care goods.
Cosmetics, high-function serums, perfume, a steamer, a massage gun, head spa equipment, machines for body maintenance, and even a dedicated tool set for arranging nails.
Presumably a lineup selected from only the finest-grade goods.
Every one of them was abnormally high quality from the packaging alone.
And from the back of the entrance hall, an even voice.
"You're back."
Seto was leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
"...Because a log came up of you searching things like what is care."
"...You saw it."
"It's configured to be visible."
"Since when?"
"From the start."
Atem's eyes widened faintly.
Seto shrugs and continues.
"Before you tire yourself out in unnecessary places, I prepared all of it first. Test it as you like. ...In any case, before long it'll be taken up as an ideal self-care feature or some such, no doubt."
"Are we in magazines that frequently...?"
"You simply don't notice; the world raises a fuss on its own."
A smile quietly surfaces.
In that smile, a hint of pride in Atem's growth and a hint of an enlightenment close to resignation were beautifully mixed.
Atem walks toward Seto and, deliberately wearing a serious expression, announced:
"Seto. First, instructions for handling all of these are necessary."
Seto narrowed his eyes.
"...In the end, I do it."
"You're the one who assembled them, aren't you?"
"...Nothing for it. Is that too part of care."
Atem laughed quietly, and that smile, receiving the light, swayed faintly softer.
And so, care was quietly incorporated into the daily life of the two as a new chapter.
Atem set his business bag beside the sofa and let out a deep breath while sorting documents.
Seto had been operating a terminal at the next table, but catches that sigh out of the corner of his eye.
"...Seto. I have a small matter to consult you about."
Seto closed the terminal and turned his body toward Atem.
It was as though he were casually urging speak.
"In Kaiba Corporation's employee benefits, there's a relaxation program, isn't there."
"Ah. That thing employees can use in addition to leave? You want to use it?"
Atem nodded with a serious face.
But in those eyes, some complicated hesitation lurks.
"Previously... there was a time when I brought up relaxation and head spas, wasn't there?"
Seto laughs lightly.
"That time. I had no intention of leaving it to an outside practitioner, though."
"And as a result, you did it for me."
"Obviously. There's no need for others to touch you. I'm optimal."
That obviously carrying the ring of a sovereign so casually is very like Seto.
Atem quietly lowers his face and inserts a consideration.
"...Your treatment produced a far better result than doing it myself. And so I thought: care by someone's hand is an expression of spiritual trust."
Seto narrowed his eyes.
That was a gaze looking proudly at an answer Atem had arrived at himself.
"So I thought I'd have you administer the relaxation of the employee benefits. Using the program as the program... with the practitioner being you."
Seto laughed low in his throat.
"That's new. I directly confer employee benefits?"
"In actual fact the effect is greatest, isn't it? More than someone unknown."
"That I won't deny."
That one line is again casually arrogant, and gentle.
But a shadow fell across Atem's brow again.
"...Only, I've realised. This care is self-polishing in order to touch you, isn't it? If I receive that very care from you... won't the ends and the means circulate and become incomprehensible?"
Seto lost his words for just an instant.
Next, he let out a breath as though not believing it, and slowly lifts Atem's chin with a finger.
"Atem. Care is being, as a result, worthy of the person you want to touch. But being touched by the person you want to touch is also a separate kind of care."
Atem's eyes waver.
Thinking that had been on the verge of confusion, as though entering a labyrinth, quietly comes undone.
"...Which is to say?"
"Simple. If you want to do it, I'm always prepared to. ...These hands are dexterous, after all."
Atem, on the verge of bursting out laughing, held it back.
Since Seto is saying it in earnest, laughing would get him scolded. Probably he wouldn't scold, though.
"Then... may I ask it of you?"
"You may. Write something like person in charge: Seto Kaiba in the remarks column of the program application. I'll issue the approval."
"Was there such a free-description column?"
"I'll have one made."
Atem felt the tension leaving his shoulders naturally.
The concept of trust is abstract, complicated and hard to grasp.
But the temperature of a hand alone cannot be faked. The existence that makes him realise that is before his eyes.
"...Then, today I'll leave nail care to you."
Seto smiled faintly.
That smile was of the softest form, directed at Atem alone.
"Very well. I'll do it thoroughly."
At that voice, Atem entrusted himself deeply.
And so the unprecedented program usage of employee benefit: Seto Kaiba quietly began.
Atem settled himself in the soft lighting of the living room and lowered himself gently onto the sofa.
Seto is already fully prepared, laying out a nail-polishing set in good order.
"We're starting."
"Please."
Seto went around behind Atem and sat in a way that wrapped him up, as though passing his arms around him.
Atem entrusts his body as a matter of course.
That posture takes not the slightest account of what the world in general would call a position facing each other.
In the form of being embraced from behind, his hand is slowly taken, and his fingertips are held up to the angle of the light.
"...Isn't this different from normal?"
"Normal?"
"It seems one sits facing each other."
Atem turned around and blinked at a distance where his cheek might touch Seto's chest.
"But if we faced each other, your face would be too close and I couldn't settle, so this way I can perhaps concentrate."
Seto laughs softly in the back of his throat.
"All the more, this form is the correct method."
In time with that composed voice, Seto's fingers wrap Atem's fingertips.
With light movements he arranges the cuticles and carefully draws out the shine with a buffer.
The temperature and the pressure are perfect, like an exclusive high-class salon.
No — accurately, far from exclusive, it is monopoly.
Atem narrows his eyes at that dexterity and lets slip a faint breath.
"Seto. This is... extremely good. My nails are shining."
"It's more unnatural for your nails to be clouded."
"A bold way of praising."
While they exchange such things, the ten fingers were splendidly polished up.
Seto wraps both of Atem's hands and gazes at them, looking satisfied.
"With this it's complete."
Atem nodded, looking a little proud.
The next morning.
The entrance hall of Kaiba Corporation.
When Atem held up his employee badge and entered, a junior employee noticed at once.
"Wow! Mr. Atem, your... your nails! They're incredibly beautiful! Did you go for care?"
"Which salon?"
Atem stopped at once and gazed smoothly at his hands.
Certainly they reflect the light and are dazzling.
But the question of where he received care was outside his expectations.
The place he received care...?
Atem's thinking put out an answer within a few seconds, and he speaks it straight-faced, just as it is.
"The Kaiba mansion."
"Eh!? Eh, um... your home...?"
"That's right. On Seto's lap."
The employee froze, but Atem continues.
"Nails are stable when polished in the form of being wrapped from behind. Ah, this is a convenient posture, and..."
"Eh, eh, eh, eeeeeeh!?"
To put it modestly, the company is in an uproar.
Several people in the entrance hall turn around, and a stir begins to arise.
A.R.E.S., having sensitively sensed that atmosphere, appeared from the side in a Solid Vision display.
Lord Atem. The statement "polished while wrapped from behind" deviates markedly from general nail care procedure. The predicted index of internal confusion is rising.
Atem turns to face A.R.E.S., straight-faced still.
"Is it strange?"
Strange...... or rather, everyone arrives at the conclusion that "Lord Seto polished Lord Atem's nails in close contact with him."
"Isn't that fact."
The problem is that it is fact.
At that instant, the elevator doors opened and Seto showed himself.
The exchange between Atem and A.R.E.S., the stirring employees, the dubious gazes.
He glanced over all of it and apparently grasped the situation.
"...What did you say."
At the low voice the employees start.
Atem answered honestly.
"They said my nails were beautiful, so I told them you had done the care for me."
Seto let out a deep breath and put a hand to his forehead.
"...How far did you talk?"
"Up to around being held from behind."
Seto looked up at the ceiling.
The entrance hall is by now wrapped in a stillness like a crime scene.
And Seto, as though giving up, shrugged and laid a hand on Atem's back.
"...If you're satisfied, that's fine."
Atem nodded calmly.
"It was very good. Seto's hands can be trusted."
By the destructive power of those words, the employees' hearts leapt as one, and A.R.E.S.'s confusion index leapt higher still.
And so the Nail Care Incident became a legend within the company.
Atem's skin repels light well to begin with.
Seto had not the slightest hesitation about raising that potential still further.
Night.
The bedroom of the Kaiba mansion with the lighting dropped.
Atem sits on the bed, a towel over his shoulders, waiting quietly.
Seto had laid out lotion, emulsion, cream, and even sheet masks in good order.
"After nails, skin. I've never heard of a special advisor who neglects whole-body maintenance."
Atem nodded and fell sideways onto the bed.
"I leave it to you. May I sleep if I get sleepy?"
"I guided you to the bed with that intention."
Seto's even voice is gentle enough to steal the breath.
First he places warmed cream on his fingers, and to Atem's cheek.
Seto does not touch more than necessary, and yet somehow the sensation of being touched is strong.
Careful, meticulous, a manner of hand as though touching an easily damaged jewel.
"...Seto. Your hands feel good."
"Obviously. Your skin roughening would be a loss to the world."
Atem smiled and lowered his eyelids a little.
"You needn't think as far as the world... if it pleases you, that's enough."
Seto's hand stops for an instant, and then returns to the work without saying anything.
That very silence is what settles Atem.
Before long a sheet mask is placed on him, and at that weight and the pressure of Seto's fingers Atem closed his eyelids.
"If you're sleepy, sleep."
"...Mm."
And just as he was, Atem fell smoothly into sleep.
Seto quietly removed the mask, applied serum, and did not stop his hands until he had spread the emulsion out thin.
"...Asleep, is it."
He touches his cheek and lets out a breath, looking satisfied.
The next morning.
Kaiba Corporation entrance hall.
It was the usual Atem, not dragging along yesterday's nail incident.
"Mr. Atem! Eh... your skin, it's incredibly beautiful...!"
Once again, a woman employee cried out on seeing Atem.
And other women employees who heard that voice come over without exception.
"Eh, what is this sheen... isn't it reflecting!?"
"Special Advisor, aren't you more beautiful than yesterday? What are you using?"
"Is the lotion the company's brand?"
Atem thought a little and nodded.
"The cosmetics I use are all Kaiba Corporation's."
"Ah! Same as us!"
"And yet what is this difference in the finish!?"
"Do you use them in a special way? The quantity? The order?"
Atem answers seriously.
"Rather than a special way of using them... there is a special person."
The women stir.
"Eh... a special... person?"
"Seto."
At that instant, everyone's movement stopped simultaneously.
Atem continues.
"At night Seto looks at the condition of my skin. The temperature of the lotion, the pressure, the speed of application are all perfect, and... it's comfortable enough to make me sleepy."
"...Ah."
"Eh."
"Huh?"
Atem speaks evenly of a secret of beauty no one can imitate.
"The secret of beautiful skin is to have skincare done by Seto's hands while falling asleep."
The assembly froze.
Behind him, A.R.E.S. makes its display tremble.
Lord Atem. That is "zero general reproducibility." If anything it merely raises the hope values of all employees.
Atem tilts his head.
"There's no reproducibility?"
There is not. It is a Lord Seto exclusive specification.
The women employees were by now letting out enraptured sighs.
"...The president, even doing that..."
"Sublime..."
"Skincare done by a lover rather than a professional is far too strong."
"I mean, the Special Advisor is far too much of a winner..."
And so another in-house legend, the secret of beautiful skin: Seto Kaiba, was updated.
Atem's eyelashes are thick, long, and dense enough to cast a shadow to begin with.
A.R.E.S. had always evaluated them thus:
Lord Atem. Your eyelashes are already luxuriant, and I judge physical assistance to be unnecessary.
But those words, if anything, stimulated Atem's spirit of inquiry.
"...But if I arrange them further, Seto may be pleased. Beauty has no upper limit."
Atem is uncannily diligent when it comes to aesthetics.
The Kaiba mansion at night.
The day after the skincare, Atem appeared in Seto's study.
"Seto. I want to do something about my eyelashes."
Seto returns it without raising his gaze.
"I don't understand the necessity of that something."
"Beautiful is better."
Seto exhaled slightly and closed his documents.
"...Atem. Do you imagine there is any care I cannot do?"
Atem was silent a little, and said cautiously:
"No, I was surprised at the time of the nail care, but... even for you, a beautician's license would be..."
"Already obtained."
"............"
It is classified in the "In Case of Just Such an Eventuality" folder.
Seto stood up without a word and takes Atem's hand toward the bedroom.
"Sit."
Atem sits on the bed, and Seto sits so as to gather him in from behind.
For Atem this is the usual posture, and he has not noticed that it is out of alignment with the world.
Seto, carefully as a precision instrument, lifts Atem's eyelashes, adjusts the angle, applies the rod, and applies the solution.
There is no hesitation in the movements.
"Keep your eyes closed like that."
"You're dexterous..."
"Because it's necessary."
The standard for necessity is comprehensible only to Seto, but at any rate it is perfect.
After a while he wipes off the solution, arranges the angle, and Seto stroked Atem's eyelid with a fingertip, looking satisfied.
"You may open them."
When Atem gently raised his eyes, the edge of his vision scooped up light slightly.
The originally long eyelashes are opened like a fan.
"Seto, this is..."
"Your eyes will be seen more clearly. Perfect."
Atem nodded quietly, and faintly coloured his cheeks.
The next morning.
The corridor of Kaiba Corporation.
A new incident is occurring, and Atem has not noticed at all.
"Mr. Atem, good morn— eh!? Eh, what is that... your eyes!?"
"Your atmosphere has changed, hasn't it? Eh, you definitely did something!"
"A lash perm? Did you get a lash perm?"
Atem answers honestly.
"Seto did it for me."
"..................What?"
Atem continues.
"Last night Seto arranged the angle of my eyelashes. I was surprised to hear he holds a beautician's license, but... he was extremely skilled."
"Eh, the president...?"
"He c-curled... your eyelashes...?"
I shall record this as the "President-Exclusive Eyelash Care Incident."
Atem speaks still more sincerely.
"The secret of beauty lies in Seto's technique and in Seto's hands."
The women employees trembled.
"...Special Advisor, that is..."
"...Far too irreproducible..."
"...I could throw up from envy..."
And today's number one trend on the internal network: Special Advisor's Lash Perm Turns Out to Be the President Too
Once again, a quiet shock ran through Kaiba Corporation.
Nails, skin, eyelashes. Each time Seto's hands touched him, the existence called Atem was honed and took on light.
That change quietly spreads ripples not only within the company but out into the distant world.
A certain afternoon.
The conference room door opened, and a famous photographer, the Z — xy staff cameraman visiting Kaiba Corporation for the first time in a while, gazed at Atem without a word.
As though his brain needed time to comprehend the phenomenon before his eyes.
"......"
After a little, a small crack entered the silence.
"...Excuse me, could you... turn this way one more time...?"
Atem tilts his head and honestly turns his face.
At that instant.
"Let me photograph you! Now! Right now! In this state!"
A voice like a roar rang out in the conference room.
Atem blinks, and Seto faintly knits his temples.
"Hey, we're mid-meeting. Refra—"
"President Kaiba! This face is a crime! At the stage of the previous photo book he was already being called the mysterious Beauty King model and the face of the age, and yet... what happened!? How did he come to be like this!? Does this luster occur in human beings!?"
"Calm down."
"I cannot calm down! This is violence made of light...!"
Atem looks up at Seto, troubled.
"Seto... should I let him photograph?"
Seto exhaled shallowly, but that tone of voice was somehow proud.
"Do as you like. ...He's a man who'll photograph without permission even if we refuse."
"President, I can't deny that!"
And the shoot was conducted.
In a mere conference room, with neither dressing room nor background prepared.
And yet, the Atem beyond the lens is sublimated into a work with every single frame.
The cameraman was half in tears.
"...What is this range of motion in expression... With the same person, why does the whole worldview change this much... The light is being drawn toward Mr. Atem... President Kaiba... isn't this person thoroughly a model?"
Seto averts his gaze without a word.
Atem opened his mouth as though remembering, "Ah, now that you mention it."
"Long ago I feel I was made into an idol without permission. I was photographed without understanding anything, and before I noticed it had become a photo book."
"The result of that before you noticed was a bestseller!"
The enormous data that was photographed was, by unanimous agreement of the editorial department, made into a photo book.
It became a topic even before release, and the world is thrown into an uproar.
"Atem, hasn't his visual evolved too much?"
"An angel? A king? No, by now a concept?"
"Does a god of beauty live in Kaiba Corporation?"
"I looked at the photos and my thinking stopped for several minutes"
and so on. It swept the trends of social media clean, and dedicated corners were assembled in bookstores.
And Atem himself, without understanding why he is being made a fuss of, says calmly beside Seto:
"Seto. ...This is thanks to you, isn't it?"
Seto raises the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Obviously. I polished you."
That tone of voice was soft enough that no one could hear it.
Three days after Atem's photo book went on sale.
On Kaiba Corporation's public relations floor, a strange tension ran, with a rustle.
"...What is this flow of gazes?"
When Atem tilts his head, Seto beside him answers placidly.
"He's coming."
"What is?"
"That cameraman. With that reaction, he will definitely come to photograph again."
Atem blinks faintly.
"You say it like a prophecy."
"It's a prediction. Statistics and empirical rule. ...Also, that man is tenacious."
In Seto's tone, a distant look was mixed.
In that case, Atem thinks.
"Then we must prepare."
Seto raises an eyebrow.
"Prepare?"
"Arrange the brows, arrange the skin, arrange the hair... if the world is going to make a fuss again, we should receive it in a slightly arranged form."
At the edge of the words, a somehow innocent, king-like pride seeps through.
Seto's fingers stop.
"...You intend to have me do that, don't you."
"Because you're better at it."
Returned with complete fact, Seto lets the tension out of his shoulders.
"...I see."
That night.
Atem's omnidirectional care was efficiently carried out in the wide bathroom.
The brows are precisely arranged, the lines of the shoulders and neck recover suppleness by Seto's manual technique, the hair is dried fragrantly, and the skin is arranged as though pregnant with light.
Seto proceeds with the work evenly, but.
"...Don't move so much."
"Your hands are warm and it makes me sleepy."
"Right now falling asleep is dangerous. I'm holding a blade."
"Because I trust you completely."
Seto's hands came to a dead stop.
"...You again. Don't say that sort of thing so naturally."
Atem only tilted his head.
The next day, an incident occurred.
From down the corridor a woman employee of another department came running toward them.
"Mr. Atem! What are those brows! Eh, and your hair too... amazing... what happened!"
Atem answered honestly.
"Seto arranged them for me."
"The president did!? Why!? Where!? In what situation!? How many hours for that quality!?"
The corridor is thrown into an uproar, and Seto lets out a sigh as though holding his shoulder.
"That's why I told you. It becomes an incident."
There, faster than the rumour, that cameraman burst in.
"Mr. Atem! Again! Let me photograph you! At the point of the other day I became convinced something is happening!"
Seto looked up at the ceiling.
"...He's come."
Atem nodded without hesitation.
"You may photograph."
"Permission granted!!!"
The request for a shoot arrived formally, and this time it became a large-scale project.
Seto had given up.
And at the same time, on Kaiba Corporation's internal network, a new project quietly begins to move.
Large-scale deployment of a Beauty & Care product line.
"The world will make a fuss in any case. Then we need only read the fuss in advance."
Seto said it quietly and flatly.
The second photo book rewrote records simultaneously with its release.
The words Atem loosed in an interview also stole people's hearts.
"What is necessary for ideal care is love."
Social media flares up in seconds.
"What is beauty completed by love?"
"A great saying on a cosmic scale."
"This phrase is at the level of saving people."
"Kaiba Corporation won without advertising."
The following week.
Just as Seto prophesied, a feature was assembled in the magazine.
The Ideal Self-Care, Chosen by the King
And the Beauty & Care goods Kaiba Corporation put out vanished from the shop fronts the instant the tag "matching with the King" was attached.
Atem looks up at Seto while reading the materials.
"Seto. ...I do feel that Kaiba Corporation is gradually anticipating the booms after all."
Seto closed his documents and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"It's your fault. Because the source of the booms is you."
Atem blinks his eyes, and then smiles quietly.
"Then, Seto. From now on as well, prepare for me."
"...I'll be the one doing it anyway, won't I?"
Seto's voice was in an exasperated tone, but the resonance remaining deep in the ear was terribly sweet.
