A/N: My new story! I'm so happy with how this is going so far, I had to start posting! I hope you like it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It's not finished yet, I've crested 30 chapters and still strong! I'm going to try to upload a chapter a week, because I have both college and work to deal with now...
Anyways, read, enjoy and drop a review to tell me what you think! Much love ❤
Prologue: Four years earlier, 2010
As Seto Kaiba sat at the head of Kaiba Corporation's most important desk, he glared at the numerous lawyers surrounding him and arguing insensibly.
"But Gozaburo Kaiba's will states that in the event of his death..." One tried to announce, but was rudely interrupted by another.
"Ah, but is suicide mentioned in his will? Should his will be taken into account, considering he took his own life?" This obnoxious statement earned him several extra glares.
"He's dead. End of story. His assets and therefore his company are awarded to his adopted son Seto Kaiba..."
"Why would you give a thirteen-year-old boy control of a War-Technology company?" This made the heads of all eleven lawyers look at said teen, sitting in Gozaburo's leather chair. He had decided long before now, that enough was enough.
"This argument is ridiculous! I own the most shares in Kaiba Corp. and already had control of the company before the old man threw himself out the window." Seto settled into his seat and smirked at the men before him. "You are all fired, by the way..."
The gasps around the room were audible, to say the least. The majority of the civil servants paled and struggled to stay standing.
"But young sir, don't you want-" A poor attempt to reason with the teen, which only angered him further. He sat forward in his seat and joined his hands in front of him, resting his elbows on the arms of the leather monstrosity.
"I have checked all three of Kaiba Corporation's accounts and noted the thousands of dollars flooding into each of your accounts every week. To add to that, you earn even more through the commission from visits such as this. I am not prepared to throw money at worthless lawyers who do nothing else but squabble in front of me, when all I wanted was to interview you all and determine which of you to keep employed."
The men were speechless. Only moments ago, they thought of this teenager as a child; as someone who couldn't comprehend how weapons of war were created, let alone manage a company that produces them. But he justified firing all eleven of Kaiba Corp.'s former lawyers in one, short, well-thought out speech.
"Now leave, or security will escort you out." Seto Kaiba's warning was taken very seriously and ten of the eleven lawyers left rather quickly. The eleventh was called back by the young CEO, much to his worry.
"You didn't speak at all while they quarrelled about trivial matters. I would like to know why." He motioned for the last lawyer, Michael Simm, to take a seat opposite his desk as he relaxed slightly.
"Well sir, I myself was in a position similar to yours a few years ago..." As Mr Simm spoke, he took his seat and smiled at Seto. "I'm a young man, only have twenty-three years to my name; yet I have my own firm. I'm a very successful lawyer for my age but many people doubted me when I first started."
Seto nodded and took a manilla folder from under the desk, placing it in the centre of mentioned desk and slid it across to Mr Simm.
"What do you know of this?" Motioning toward the folder, Seto frowned in concentration. "I believe you to be a reasonable man, one who does his job correctly and will aid me in the mission I have set myself." Mr Simm carefully opened the folder and clicked his tongue at the content.
"I'm flattered, Master Kaiba, but I knew nothing of all this..." Mr Simm thumbed through a ream of reports from an institution in Tokyo, Japan and frowned. "A Biological Weaponry test site?"
"Apparently Gozaburo built eleven different institutions across Japan in the last three years, all of which are sending such reports back here for assessment..." Seto stood up and crossed his arms. "Since the eleven lawyers were hired approximately three years ago, I thought it unusual to have eleven lawyers and eleven institutions suddenly spring up..."
"I can assure you, I knew nothing of this officially-" Mr Simm stood aswell, looking straight into Seto's cobalt blue eyes.
"You said 'officially', what do you know unofficially?" Seto didn't like going around in circles, even as a child. He preferred for people to get straight to the point.
"The other lawyers were always conversing about their 'institutes' and discussing results and such... I wasn't trusted as of yet with the information though, as I already said-"
"You were considered too young and inexperienced." Seto finished the sentence for him. "Right... I plan to exterminate each and every one of these institutions, starting with the most lethal to mankind." As he spoke, he picked up the reports from an island off the east coast and read the title. "Which is here..."
"Might I ask how I can help sir?" Seto looked up from the report and into Mr Simm's hazel eyes.
"I need an adult that I can trust to accompany me to these institutons, someone who knows the law and can actually shut them down..." Mr Simm nodded in understanding and sat back down.
"I see... I can certainly try my best to help you Master Kaiba." He picked up another report and smirked. "There are five main biological weapons being tested in ten of these institutes. Gozaburo was clever; the two institutes that test the same weapon are the furthest way from each other. The same goes for the other four chemicals, each is being tested in two seperate institutes miles apart from each other..."
"Making them hard to track, should something go wrong." Seto frowned at the report in his hands. "This might take longer than I first calculated..."
"To add to that sir, the eleventh institute's reports are rather unusual..." Mr Simm frowned at the report in question and thumbed through the numerous reports. "Some of these reports are dated from-"
"From before 2007..." Seto had walked around the desk to look over Mr Simm's shoulder and he too, frowned at the reports.
"These reports are sent out every two months, meaning six reports a year. The earliest report here is from... 1990..." Mr Simm was confused. If what Seto Kaiba had said was true, why were there reports from so long ago?
"Subject's condition is unstable. Demands to be released. Forced to use Mace.." Seto snatched one report that caught his immediate attention and read skeptically. "Subject? What is being tested here? It obviously isn't Mace, that was developed years ago..."
"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything potentially lethal written in this report, so it's safe to assume that we can leave this institute alone for a while." Mr Simm assured Seto.
"I agree with you, Simm." Seto smirked at him. "So it's the other institutions first..."
"Of course." Mr Simm and Seto shook hands. "Oh, would it trouble you to call me Mike?" Seto looked at him in surprise.
"Alright, but I ask that you call me Kaiba." Mike nodded.
"Of course." The two looked down at the reports again, both thinking of the hard work ahead of them.