Hey Everyone, First off, thanks for reading this. It's my first fanfic EVER, and I hope you guys really enjoy it.

I'm a pretty big Yu-Gi-Oh! nerd, so this story will make reference to a lot of the events in the anime (English version, sorry!) so hopefully you guys will enjoy the nods to the source material.

This story takes place right after (like a week or two) the events of the Yu-Gi-Oh! Movie, which is when this was written, and that takes place right after Battle City and before the crazy Doma Orikalkos arc. It's written with the lyrics of You're Not Me, from the movie's soundtrack in mind, and focuses on Yugi and Kaiba and how their lives may not be as glamorous as everyone thinks they are.

Again, first fanfic, please be nice! Haha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or You're Not Me, or any characters involved in this story. I do, however, own a Duel Disk and need to dig it out of my basement now.

You're Not Me

Chapter 1


"You think you've got it all,

Everyone Thinks I've Got it Made Well,

How Come My Only Friends are the Ones I Pay?

And No One Understands,

What I Would Do To Change My Life for Just One Day."

KAIBA

"And in other news, Yugi Mutou continues to dominate the Duel Monsters Card Game, with his legendary Egyptian 'God' Cards; blowing away all competition in a manner similar to his performance in the KaibaCorp Battle City Tourna-" The news reporter vanished as the entire television screen went black.

Seto Kaiba glared at the empty flat-panel screen embedded in a bookcase across his office. The sixteen-year-old CEO of the Kaiba Corporation was beginning to tire of all the attention surrounding his rival as a result of the outcome of the Battle City Tournament, a tournament that he organized primarily to obtain the Egyptian God Cards – three immensely powerful one-of-a-kind Duel Monster cards - for himself. Thousands of gaming fans watched the live broadcast across the country as Yugi defeated Kaiba in the semi-finals, claiming the one God in Kaiba's possession, Obelisk the Tormenter, for his own collection. The boy grimaced at the memory.

"What a joke. How do they have the audacity to even consider him a duelist? There is no strategy in his deck. It's all luck and chance! He merely finds some miraculous way to summon one of those God cards and the duel's won," Kaiba frowned and placed the TV remote on his cluttered desk. Figures with bar graphs and statistics littered the desktop, all the while an eleventh-grade Biology book sat on top of Kaiba's paperwork. He closed the book, and opened a desk drawer.

Inside rested his deck of sixty carefully selected Duel Monster cards. They included some of the top and rarest cards of the game, centered around the powerful Blue-Eyes White Dragon card. Formally the strongest card in the game, minus the five-card Exodia set, there were only three Blue-Eyes White Dragon cards in the entire world, and each resided in Kaiba's deck. The game may change and evolve, but Kaiba would never replace these dragons. Shuffling through the cards, he stopped on the Blue-Eyes. "I've come so close to beating him so many times, it's like I'm the only one who knows how overrated he truly is."

Kaiba's eyes wandered to the spread of papers under his textbook: Construction Bills from KaibaCorp's latest endeavor, a Duel Dome where players could watch their card battles spring to life using holographic technology. The dome lasted one battle, Kaiba had challenged Yugi in a quest to defeat his God Cards once and for all, but the match was cut short when mystical forces intervened and the Dome collapsed in the struggle. The CEO was still sifting through reconstruction fees. He snorted at the thought of that match.

"The media certainly seems to miss Yugi's obsession that he is some descendent of an ancient Egyptian Pharoah or something. As if jewelry could channel spirits, especially ones that would want to play card games," Kaiba picked up some of the papers. "That ancient two-ton dusty pyramid he wears around his neck is like some kind of good luck charm, I've never seen him take it off. The kid's lucky he hasn't been committed to a mental institution."

"You'll be committed if you don't stop talking to yourself, Seto," squeaked a ten-year-old boy as he walked in through the sliding glass door into the office. "You've been here way too long if you're onto that again. Ready to go home, Big Brother?"

"I can't, Mokuba. I'm still looking for replacements for Gansley, Crump, and Leichter, remember? Without a complete Board of Directors, I have to do everything by myself around here."

Mokuba Kaiba frowned. Ever since his older brother's Board of Directors were locked away in a virtual reality game during a coup attempt on the company, Seto has been a ghost around the Kaiba mansion. Mokuba would eat dinner and breakfast by himself, cradling a scribbled note of apology from Seto about this early meeting or that late development. Mokuba was startled from his reverie when he heard Kaiba's voice: "How was school today?"

The younger boy grimaced and produced a note from his bag and handed it to his brother. Everything was silent as Kaiba read the note, then turned his chair around, his back toward Mokuba. "Again? This is the third slip I've had to sign this week." His voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

Mokuba grit his teeth as he stared at the high back of Kaiba's office chair. "I….I know Seto, and I'm really really sorry! It's just….they were saying you're a has-been, and making fun of your company, and calling you names! It was horrible! And no one ever wants to be you when we pretend to play Duel Monsters. I mean you were the Champion of the World! They all just wanna be Yugi…"

Again it was silent in the office. Mokuba looked down, the silence was hard for the ten-year-old to bear, and the temperature in the room felt it had plummeted fifty degrees. The voice from the chair was just as frigid, "Get out, Mokuba. Fighting is not the way to deal with people. As true as it is that you must stand up for yourself and what you believe in, getting into fist fights is barbaric and beneath you, and furthermo-"

Mokuba cut him off, "I was DEFENDING you!! You don't know what people are saying about you! You've been sealed up in this concrete prison all day long that you don't know what's going on outside!"

"Get. Out. Mokuba. I will deal with you when I get home," Kaiba said without raising his voice or turning his chair. He continued to stare out of the picture window behind him at the world below. There was finality in his voice, which Mokuba knew better than to challenge. Defeated, the young boy turned and sadly shuffled from the office, dragging his book bag behind him.

Kaiba turned back around in his chair and pressed the intercom to contact his secretary. "Amanda, contact Anthony. My brother will need to be taken home now, he should be headed down to the lobby soon."

"Yes, Mr. Kaiba," came the response from the speaker in his desk. Kaiba sifted through some figures on his desk muttering, "Won't be long little brother. I will rebuild this company from the ground up. Kaiba Corporation will return to its former glory. Before Battle City. Before Yugi Mutou." He trailed off when he noticed a paper in Mokuba's handwriting on the floor.

"One of his school papers. He must have dropped it," Kaiba rose from his desk and bent down to retrieve the paper. "Let's see how well Mokuba's private Spelling tutor has done his job." Kaiba unfolded the assignment and smiled at the A on the top of the page. His eyes scanned the paper and his smile quickly dissolved.

MY ROLE MODEL

By Mokuba Kaiba

My role model is someone who I would like to be when I grow up. If I could be anyone in the world I think I would like to be Yugi Mutou. He's really good at Duel Monsters and is really nice. He won the Duelist Kingdom and Battle City tournaments recently, and I met him a few times. In Duelist Kingdom, he even helped beat this bad man who wanted to impersonate my brother! Seto doesn't really like him very much but oh well, both are my friends.

I really think Yugi is cool. He is the role model I would like to be.