Chapter I:
To obtain an invincible card.
Seto Kaiba, the young businessman president of the most important company in Japan as far as the video game industry is concerned, brother of the small and adorable preteen Mokuba Kaiba, student of the Secondary School of Domino City and, not least, classmate of Yugi Mouto, current champion of the Duel of Monsters and best duelist in the world that he had never managed to overcome, was sitting in his office waiting for his laptop to turn off to put it in his briefcase and leave for the center of studies that he detested.
That big hatred wasn't due purely and exclusively to the fact that he would have to exchange glances, at least, with Yugi and company, but he also was going to have to put up with five different teachers who were trying to teach a class about something that they didn't even have clear. Seto did understand all the subjects that the programs of the course included; he had studied them a few years ago when his adoptive father subjected him to an exaggerated mental training for a child his age. But, nevertheless, he had benefited the most.
Now their academic performance wasn't hampered by a useless teachers who were not trained to teach. He didn't need to pay attention in class, perform group work or fulfill household chores. He only waited for the final exams and gave them excellent grades that allowed him to pass the year despite the regular average of his annual performance that appeared in his bulletins.
For the only thing that he had not found a solution was for mandatory assistance. He had to go to class every damn day that the course would cover, otherwise, if he went beyond the allowed limit, he would automatically repeat and he would have to take the year again. In that case there was no exam to save him.
And having to tolerate so many hours every day living with twenty ridiculous and immature teenagers plus a few failed veterans who called themselves teachers because they had not found anything more productive to do with their lives than to repeat theories that they themselves didn't understand to a set of phenomena who didn't bother to pay attention to what they said because they were only trained to pick up the sound of the desired bell, it could be exhausting, terrifying and unsettling.
But he was intelligent and he didn't doubt that he would be able to devise a strategy that would free him from that torture. And he hoped it would be soon, his mental balance would be in constant threat until then.
When at last the device went out he closed it and put it away. He took his briefcase and went out into the hall; he walked to the room thinking that Mokuba was probably finishing breakfast.
Every day he took his brother to the school that was near the Secondary Institute. Despite the fact that the boy had a limousine for his personal use, he had always insisted that Seto be the one to take him to the school. Although Seto told him that he had acquired the mania to consider him his personal driver, he knew very well that Mokuba had that attitude because it was one of the few moments they spent together and alone, since the house and the company were always populated with strangers. Trusted employees, yes; but unknown persons.
As he passed the kitchen he stopped short because he had heard the unmistakable sound of his brother's laughter seconded by someone else. And very likely a woman. Seto frowned in disgust at the thought of one of his employees being that woman. He didn't pay considerably high salaries so that they were having fun and distracting Mokuba, even influencing him who knew with what.
He opened the door ready to fire at that precise moment the employee who would have dared to distract herself from her obligations as such. He entered the kitchen and looked around a little surprised by the panorama he had encountered.
White was the predominant color on the green marble table located in the center of the room and that aspect, which wasn't the original, was because a large amount of flour was scattered on its surface. There were also containers dirty and covered with the remains of a strange thick, green-colored concoction. And next to these, standing, were his brother and a classmate who he wasn't happy to see at home. Both Mokuba and that girl with short chestnut hair and blue eyes wore their respective hair decorated with some white powder, in a considerable amount.
"Can I know what you're doing?" he asked his younger brother as he approached the table observing the disorder that was on it.
"Well, Seto. Today we have a party at school, our Art teacher will take his license and we plan to dismiss him with a shared snack. And since the food had to be homemade, I tried to prepare it."
"And why you didn't buy something?" Seto studied the now gray hair of his younger brother.
"I said it had to be homemade, made at home by ourselves, not bought."
"And do you think you're going to be the first to buy something?" He asked, shaking his hair full of flour. Mokuba pulled away immediately because it entered his eyes.
"I'm not a cheater" Mokuba was scrubbing his eyes with his fists. "That's why I called Tea to help me prepare a cake."
"Oh, good!" Ironized the older Kaiba with a brief glance at Tea. "I see that she was very helpful."
"It wasn't her fault, Seto; I'm not very good at following directions" and saying this he looked at his friend sadly. Tea smiled, dismissing the matter.
"You should have noticed before creating something that could intoxicate your companions" Kaiba said this in the most serious way he could, however, although he didn't smile, there were two small holes on his cheeks that indicated he was holding himself against it.
"Oh, and you cook better, right?" Mokuba wasn't at all happy with that comment from his brother.
"No" Seto replied simply as he brought his nose close to the container containing the dangerous green paste. He withdrew it immediately upon detecting the disgusting odor it gave off. "But I do not try either because I usually foresee disasters. I know that humanity is not perfect and has great flaws, but I do not want to extinguish it so soon."
Mokuba laughed at the words of Seto, he had always believed the opposite: that if Seto managed to build a lethal weapon he would use it against his own specie.
Tea smiled, Kaiba had just said something in a funny way. Sure, accompanied with a lot of irony, but funny. As if this Kaiba and the one she knew from the Institute were not the same person.
"All right, Seto," the gray-eyed preteen said, already with a fairly controlled laugh, "I'll buy something along the way just to not affect the welfare of the humanity."
"Let's go then," Seto ordered, heading for the door.
Mokuba watched him with his eyes and mouth open, not believing that Seto was going to force him to go to school with that aspect.
"Yes, but wait for me to change."
His brother looked at him over his shoulder and sentenced:
"You have five minutes for that, otherwise the driver will take you."
The boy didn't waste a second more in arguing with his brother and ran towards the door, but stopped at it all at once.
"Tea, you need to fix yourself, do not you?
Tea didn't know what to answer, she didn't look as bad as Mokuba. She barely had a little flour in her hair and on her face, which just by shaking would disappear almost completely. And she didn't have much confidence with Kaiba - none - to use his house dressing despite Mokuba's permission.
"I do not think it's necessary," Kaiba anticipated hes response, "She looks adorable" and looked at his classmate. Tea was stunned by the words of the young entrepreneur. She couldn't believe it, was Seto Kaiba giving her a compliment? 'Well, there's always a first time for everything I suppose,' she told herself at the same time that one of her usual smiles was appearing on her face. "All clowns are, "Kaiba finished smiling triumphantly.
Tea's expression was changing, going through surprise first and ending with anger. It was obvious that a compliment from Kaiba had ulterior motives and not very kind ones.
"Enough, Seto, you're a fool" said Mokuba. "Ignore him Tea or he'll get you gray" and left the kitchen.
Seto turned to the music device that the cooks used while working with his permission as long as they listened "real" music, and turned the dial changing the station, preventing the rock and roll rhythm of that song from continuing to contaminate their ears , their brain…
"What are you listening? Do not tell me you like 'Deep Melodies'?" Tea asked incredulously. Kaiba nodded while looking for something in the cabinets. "But it's the worst radio station in all of Japan."
Seto came up with a pair of cleaning gloves and a container in his hands. He put the latter on the table and put on his gloves.
"I do not think so, it's the only station that's worth it," he answered as he grabbed the container with the dangerous mixture designed by his brother and poured the same into the bowl he had taken out.
"I do not think it's worth listening to a program where they only transmit melodies without lyrics all day," the young woman said without missing details of what Kaiba was doing.
"The melody is the most important thing in the music" Seto had finished putting the pasta in the container and covered it.
"Actually," Tea said, "a song without lyrics does not leave any message because it's the lyrics what contains what its author wanted to convey to us."
"You're wrong," Kaiba said, abandoning his work and directing his attention to his interlocutor. "Through the melody we are told things that can't always be said with words. In it we are transmitted things that we are free to interpret as we please. On the other hand, the lyrics are too objective, closed and always reduce the possibilities of interpretation to one. Did you know that letters often hide subliminal messages of commercial or political content? I can assure you that if you listened to the melody of your favorite song, you could understand it in a different way and you would pick up details that are overshadowed by the lyrics." Tea was stunned by Kaiba's argumentative discourse.
"I had never thought of it that way ..."
"Look at it this way" Seto began to take off his gloves. "You like to dance, do not you?"
"How do you know?" It was very surprising that Kaiba knew one of her hobbies, the most important one.
"That means 'yes'", he took Tea's question as a statement without even considering the possibility ofher answering him. "You couldn't dance only with the lyrics, could you? You need the melody for that; even the letter can deconcentrate you."
"It's true ..."
"I'm done, Seto. We can leave now" Mokuba ran into the kitchen wearing other clean clothes and now his hair was black and shiny as usual.
"Well, let's go now that you left the beauty parlor," his brother took the container with one hand and with the other he grabbed the briefcase he had left on the floor.
"Seto, what do you got there?" the boy asked, pointing to the container.
"I will make sure to rid the world of your dangerous toxic invention forever," Kaiba replied.
Mokuba laughed and followed his brother towards the exit. While in the hall he remembered something and looked back at the kitchen.
"Let's go,Tea. Or do you plan to stay here?"
What" ─ the young woman didn't leave her amazement, she kept reflecting on her recent debate about music.
"Come on! Seto is going to take you too, you both go to the same place."
His brother frowned, trying to remember when he had offered to be the driver of that intolerable girl.
"I do not think your brother is OK with that," Tea said.
"Why not?" Mokuba asked with a shrug. He looked at his brother, waiting for him to express his position on the matter.
Seto sighed irritably.
"Hurry before I think twice," he said and continued his walk to the front door.
Mokuba ran into the kitchen, pulled Tea by the arm and then practically dragged her towards the exit. They both ran to Kaiba's blue glass white car, who had intentionally started the engine to hurry. He wasn't going to tolerate a long trip with that girl; he would travel the route to the Secondary Institute in the shortest time possible.
His brother and Tea entered the back of the car and immediately Seto began to drive. Both were talking very comfortable while Seto concentrated on infringing as many traffic signals as possible. In just five minutes they arrived at a confectionery and he parked the car there.
"Wait for me, Tea" Mokuba said. She smiled, where could she go? "I'll be back soon."
"If you wants to go with him, then go," said Seto, turning and posing his eyes on Tea.
"What a subtle way of ask me to leave," she thought.
"Yes, I want to go with you Mokuba," she said as she got out of the vehicle. Both entered the confectionery and stayed within approximately three minutes during which Seto was very impatient. He wanted to get rid of what was left of the trip as soon as possible.
He thought about turning on the radio but when he put his finger on the radio button he remembered his recent conversation with Tea about it and immediately changed his mind. Now he was quite angry with his attitude; it had been foolish to talk so openly with her. But at the time he had not been able to avoid the need to show her that even in those insignificant things he was superior.
Mokuba and his friend returned to the car laughing about who knew what and entered it.
"I didn't imagine that Yugi liked them, really," Mokuba said as he adjusted his seatbelt. Tea nodded; in her hands she had a package wrapped with white paper that contained something she had acquired in the confectionery.
Kaiba accelerated and the trip was resumed at full speed. It was only a few minutes until Mokuba said goodbye and headed towards the entrance of the school.
Then the worst part would begin. If Seto had previously led to the speed tolerance limit, it was now exceeded; but it was necessary. He intended to scare his classmate into keeping her mouth shut. Also, he wanted to get there soon and get away from her.
Tea was a little surprised by the speed at which they traveled and, although she felt a little vertigo, the predominant sensation was the intrigue. That curiosity was due to the strange presence of that container on the seat next to Kaiba. How was he going to get rid of this? Where?
"We arrived" Seto parked his car and went down to the sidewalk. Tea did the same.
"Thank you for bringing me," she said and walked quickly to the entrance of the Institute.
As there were still several minutes before the entrance, there were not many students in the courtyard, so the witnesses of her arrival with Kaiba were not many. At least she would not have to give explanations.
Seto stood next to his car watching her until she entered. He didn't have any hurry, before he had to keep his word.
He grabbed the container and closed the car door. Instead of entering the courtyard of the Secondary Institute, he walked to the next building and entered it. It was a pizzeria, although other types of food were also served. He reached the counter and placed the container up while waiting for Madison, the young son of the shop owner, to attend to him, something that happened almost immediately.
"Good morning, what can I get you?" He asked cordially, smiling. 'The clients have to be received and dismissed with a smile' his father had advised him.
"Do you know what this is?" Seto asked as one of his hands pointed to the container.
Madison's practically violet blue eyes slowly descended to settle into the bowl as his smile faded.
"No. What is it?" His voice sounded distrustful and that was due to only one reason: he had previously had a conversation with Kaiba that began with the question "Do you know what this is?" and it involved a covered container.
"A new secret ingredient," said Seto, his eyes flashing sparks of malice.
Madison rolled his eyes as he sighed.
"Um, Ok. What can I get you? " he asked again but this time without smiling.
"Do you know what you have to do with it?" Kaiba continued, ignoring the question.
The young man with blue eyes, practically violet, and long light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail looked both ways to make sure no one would hear him and then looked back at Kaiba.
"I won't do anything," he clarified. "Getting involved with your secret ingredients has already brought me many problems."
Flashback.
Madison left a tray containing four small bottles of "special yogurt" on the counter and took a flannel to clean it. He began scrubbing it in a concentrated way until at last he accomplished his task. He checked the glossy surface carefully to make sure it didn't contain any stains, no particles of dust and that it reflected almost like a mirror. Everything was fine; his blue eyes, practically violet, looked as captivating as ever, his hair was well combed, that cream-colored dress with a large neckline behind which hid a well-developed bust also looked good ... Madison wondered why the hell was he watching the reflection when the original surely looked better so he looked up a little. "Oh yes, it looks much better."
"Good morning," said a young woman after clearing her throat.
Madison abandoned his contemplation, realizing that his duty was to serve clients. He looked at the girl with that intention but as soon as he opened his mouth to enunciate the typical "good morning, what can I get you?" he closed it again due to the astonishment that caused him to know that he was before the most beautiful young woman of Domino City.
"Can you charge me a peach yogurt?" the woman with straight black hair and blue eyes asked a little uncomfortable at the way he was watching her.
"Yeah," Madison said, nodding periodically now with a long, white smile on his face.
"Could you hurry?" She asked him after a few seconds during which the boy had not moved, let alone taken his eyes off her. "I have just enough time to have a drink before returning to work."
Madison shook his head trying to get rid of the stupor he was carrying and nodded.
"Right away," he said and turned around immediately, taking one of the workers who was carrying a tray of ice cream. These went to the floor.
"The hell Mad!" said another young woman with brown hair and dark green eyes who was now at his side. "Why do you always have to cause chaos when things are at your fingertips?"and saying this she took one of the small bottles that were on the counter and gave it to the client.
Madison opened his eyes alarmed.
"No, not that one!" he shouted.
"Why not?" the girl with black hair asked.
"Because ... it's out of date" he clarified, and pounced on the counter, reaching out to take the bottle from her hand. But immediately the young woman turned and put the bottle at eye level.
"Here it says it expires in March of next year," she said.
"Enough, Mad. Go clean up what you messed with and do not get in the way" said his co-worker.
"But…"
"It's twenty yen," she interrupted him.
"Here you're" the woman left the money just on the counter and uncorked the bottle. Madison watched in horror as she directed it toward her mouth.
Flashback end.
"That happened by your lack of attention," Kaiba said." But this time you will be more attentive and everything will go according to the plan that ..."
"I won't be more careful because I do not intend to do anything."
"Come on" Seto tried to convince him, "I'll pay you."
"I'm not interested." Mad was already getting angry.
"Do you think that if I offered money to your coworkers, they would not do it?"
"…"
"You're the owner's son and he's not going to fire you for this."
"…"
A few minutes later Seto Kaiba entered the room carrying in one hand his briefcase while the other remained in the pocket of his blue raincoat. It was time to face the pathetic literature class. He moved towards the end and took the last seat in the row by the window.
At the other end of the room, Yugi was chatting very entertainingly with Joey, Tristan and Tea. She looked at Kaiba when she realized he was already in the classroom and frowned when she realized he wasn't carrying the container with him. She wondered if he had left it in the car, but she returned her attention to her friends, convincing herself that this was something she would never know.
"Good morning, my adorable students," said the blonde teacher with huge glasses behind which two green eyes hide when entering the room. Today we are going to have a rather atypical class and I bet you do not guess why."
There was a great silence from the students
'Because a real teacher is going to dictate it?' Seto thought.
"I see you can't imagine it, so I'm going to tell you. Today a celebrity visits us!"
'Another one besides Clown Plin Plin?' Thought Seto.
"Do you want to know which one? Well, welcome the magnificent Mr. Maximilliam Pegasus" and point to the entrance.
All the students continued to look at her arm and remained watching the door because of the creator of the Magic and Wizard would enter.
'Magnificent lady,' thought Seto, leaning back on his bench. That would be, without a doubt, the worst class of the year. And the longest.
"Good morning," said a very delicate voice that belonged to a tall man with long white hair who had just entered the room.
"Good morning," almost all the students answered in chorus, Seto only yawned.
"Surely you wonder what I do visiting you" said Pegasus with his typical gestures.
"Yes," almost all the students answered in chorus, Seto was very busy taking out his laptop, placing it on the seat table and opening it to do something interesting.
"Maximilliam has something very important to inform you ..."
'Wow, they're already go by first name like great friends,' Seto thought as he turned on the device.
"... and it would be great if everyone paid attention" when saying the last three words the teacher fixed her eyes on Kaiba. After so many months of class she seemed to know him very well. But that didn't mean that Seto would take her recommendation into account.
"What I want to tell you," said Pegasus, beginning his long speech, "is that the Secondary School of Ciudad Domino will host my next championship."
Kaiba bit his lip when he heard it. 'So another one of Pegasus pathetic tournaments' he thought.
"It will be a competition where each of you will deploy your skills to the maximum. And whoever manages to win in it will become the possessor of my most recent creation: Trollkarler Gothico" and he pointed towards the entrance through which entered two men dragging a black table with wheels. On top of this was a glass box that contained an unknown Magic and Wizard card attached to a blue plate, "an invincible card!"
Murmurs of astonishment invaded the room. All the students were surprised by what they had just heard and seen; everyone.
Seto closed his laptop because now the subject interested him. And his interest grew even more when Pegasus began to enumerate the incredible abilities that monster of the clan of magicians had. It was, without a doubt, a powerful monster that would make the winner invincible.
"I suppose," continued the businessman who was standing next to his creation, "you will want to know what all this has to do with your Literature class."
"Yes!" some students answered in chorus, others remained perplexed by the situation.
"Maximilliam and I agree that many students are fanatics of the Duel of Monsters and that they would be able to do anything to obtain this letter. That's why we decided that the best thing was to take advantage of this in favor of education, "clarified the teacher with a big smile.
"As I had told you, to obtain this letter you will have to deploy your skills to the maximum, but not any kind of skill. I refer to the literary ones."
The students observed him confused, as if Pegasus began to speak in another language.
"In order to obtain this letter you will have to possess a great lyric talent since it will only obtain to Trollkarler Gothico that student who writes the best poem. That's what my competition will consist of: it will be a poetry contest."
All students were amazed, everyone.
Seto closed his eyes and opened them again without managing to recover from the impact. Had he heard correctly or had he imagined everything? Was Pegasus delirious? That was more ridiculous than wanting to reach a plane riding an ostrich waiting for it to take flight. Why a poem? Why not a normal tournament duels? Hadn't Pegasus yet realized that since he had created the game everything, absolutely everything in Domino City was resolved with duels?
No, it couldn't be true ...
"To participate, you will only have to write an original poem that is good enough to win. You will have a week for that because on Saturday there will be a ceremony in which your works will be exhibited and the best of them will come out of the verdict of a jury made up of the best poets of Domino City."
"What else to wish you good luck guys?" Said the teacher. "Although this is not about luck" and looked at Joey, "it's about talent. The only thing I can recommend is that you start working from now to create the best poem because, although there are ten minutes till the ring bell, for today I'll let you out sooner."
The few students who were not fans of M & W left the room before she regretted it.
"Goodbye," said the teacher and Pegasus, leaving the classroom followed by the men who carried the table with the card.
"Write poems," Yugi told Tea with a smile. She nodded smiling in the same way.
"What's the good of that?" Joey asked, tired of the smiles. "I'll have to study to write a good poem. I do not even know what a verse is, a stanza, an assonant or consonant rhyme ..."
"Well, if you know the names of those concepts it means that everything is not lost," said Tristan.
Kaiba closed his briefcase and left the room furios. He left the Secondary Institute for the pizzeria as many other students who chose to go there because the prices were lower than the canteen of the school. But obviously that wasn't the reason that motivated the employer to go there.
He entered the shop and went to the counter, taking one of the seats of the tables on the way and carrying it with him. He sat on it next to the counter as if it were a bar and waited for Madison to attend.
The young man with long light brown hair approached with a tray in his hand containing several plastic pots. He put it aside and addressed his favorite client.
"Kaiba, what can I get for you?" He asked with a broad smile.
"Cyanide candies," the man said dryly.
"Right away," said Mad, and went to the candy showcase. He read poster by poster looking for the candies of ... cyanide? He returned to the place where Seto was and asked him "What's wrong? What's your new restrained killer face for?"
Seto stared at him with his new facet and informed him the following:
"Pegasus has just shown us the most powerful card of Duel Monsters."
"And you wanted to buy it but he said it wasn't for sale," concluded the boy with beautiful blue eyes, practically violet.
Seto shook his head.
"He organized a contest and the winner will be the one who gets that card."
"Great, Kaiba. You just have to win that championship and the card will be yours." Madison patted his shoulder smiling but Kaiba shook his head again.
"I will never win that tournament," he said.
"Sure you will" the other boy encouraged him. "You were the Magic and Wizard Champion once, I do not see why you can't be again."
"Because that championship does not consist of duels. To win it, you have to write the best poem."
Madison's captivating eyes widened in surprise.
"A poem?" He asked. Then his facial expression changed. "So you'll have to get sentimental to get that card?" he laughed.
"That would be impossible for me. That's why I said that I would never win that championship. I'm unable to write a stupid poem, not even a minimal lyrical thought can I have."
"Pay someone to write it for you," Mad whispered.
Seto considered, nodding.
"I had not thought about it but I'll do that. I'll pay the best poet from Domino City to write me the best poem."
"Hey ... Seto, I do not think that's possible," the other boy warned. "Pegasus knows you and knows that you would do anything to acquire that card, even to bribe the poets. I do not doubt that he has already paid them to not help you."
"Here is a free table with five seats," they heard Tea say. Both young boys directed their glances to the place where the girl was.
"Great," said Joey, approaching the site with his sister and their other two friends. "It's a good thing you came, Serenity, and we found an empty table."
The girl nodded as she sat down. All the others imitated her.
"That does not matter," Seto said, resuming the conversation. "I will offer you double what he paid them".
Madison shook his head.
"Pegasus is not stupid. Surely he foresaw that and told them that if you offered them more money he would do it too."
Seto closed his fist ready to hit him, but quickly stopped himself as he concluded that Mad was right. The only thing affected by his anger was the counter.
"Hey, Mana," Yugi called to the girl with brown hair and dark green eyes who also attended the local. She came to the table. "Can you take us the order?"
"What am I supposed to do then?" Seto asked irritably.
"I do not know, Kaiba. I think you have no choice but to write the poem yourself."
"Ah, Mana," Joey said after the girl left the order at the table. "I forgot to ask you to bring me one of those mint desserts that I love."
"In a minute," said Mana and started walking toward the back of the counter. But she grinned mischievously as she passed Kaiba and noticed that there was a tray next to Mad with several of the desserts that Joey wanted. She quickly took one and walked away without paying attention to his co-worker's complaints.
"Hey, that's the order of the table ..." Mad looked at Kaiba and smiled. "At least the past experience has been useful."
Seto shrugged, the joke no longer interested him in the least.
"Kaiba, it's not that difficult to write a poem. Think of something you would dedicate one to, and it will be much easier to compose it."
"I can't think of anything," Seto said despondently.
Madison fixed his practically violet blue eyes at one point and concentrated on finding an idea. The same occurred to him in less than fifteen seconds.
"I already know! Write a poem to your brother."
Seto posed his eyes on the counter analyzing the possibility.
"Hey Serenity," said Joey, "at the Institute they have organized a poetry contest, and since you're my greatest inspiration, I will dedicate my poem to you."
Seto and Mad exchanged glances. The latter shrugged and said:
"Yours will be much better."
"Thank you very much, Joey," Serenity said excitedly.
"It's not about that," Seto clarified. "If Wheeler thought about that possibility, it's because it's very stupid."
"Well, you think of something then," Madison said angrily.
"Joey, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Yugi said alarmed at the appearance of his blond friend. Joey had a blue face and he couldn't stop coughing. "Please, call a doctor!"
Tea stood immediately to take the cell phone from her wallet and looking to the side her eyes crossed with Kaiba's. Now she understood everything ...
Seto turned to Mad again as he realized she was watching him.
"I'll take care of that," said the young man with light brown hair and adorable blue eyes, practically violet, and went to Yugi's table.
Seto stayed sat staring at the ceiling, still very irritated, his joke was no longer funny. Pegasus had him where he wanted. His plan was perfect and the young businessman president of the Kaiba Corporation was sure that the objective of it was that he didn't get that card. Madison was right, Pegasus knew him very well and knew that he was incapable of committing such a cheesy act as writing a poem. This time his intelligence couldn't help him. Could there be something that does?
"I can help you," said someone sitting next to him. The voice sounded like a woman's, so Seto turned around to see who it was.
I'm looking for a betareader for my translations. I'm not very good at this.