The alarm clock sounded it's alarm, which was heavily reminiscent of a buzzer. Kaiba screamed and turned it off. 4:30 on a Saturday morning; why did he even set the alarm?

"Good morning, Kaiba-boy!"

Right. He hadn't set the alarm. Pegasus had. Why did he even choose to move in with Pegasus? Oh, now he remembered. Now, he remembered it like it was yesterday, and he didn't want to remember a particle of it.

Mokuba walked to the window, and looked out of it. Kaiba put a hand on his shoulder as the tiger on the other side came over and inspected the glass. The tiger looked into Mokuba's eyes, and licked the glass. Mokuba smiled. The tiger looked up at Kaiba, and made a fierce growl, and turned away.

"Why'd it do that, Seto?", Mokuba asked.

"Animals don't like me," Kaiba explained.

Mokuba smiled as Kaiba picked him up and sat him on his shoulders."Your Blue-Eyes White Dragon likes you," he said.

"Duel Monsters don't count. Anyway, what do you think?"

"It's amazing. There are so many."

Kaiba smiled, and put him down on his feet. "I knew you liked them. This only cost a few thousand dollars; it's not much. You... DUCK, MOKUBA!"

Mokuba didn't know what to expect, and didn't register his brother's command in time. He went down, a dagger poking out of his chest. When he fell, a familiar man was behind him, but Kaiba couldn't identify him. He walked over to Mokuba's dead, bleeding body, and pulled the dagger out of his chest. He approached Kaiba, and put the dagger on his wrist.

He had white hair that went just a little past his shoulders, and deep brown eyes. He was wearing jeans, a white-and-blue striped T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He had bright white sneakers, as if they were brand-new. He walked in a manner of moving his hips to whatever side the foot that was moving forward was on, somehow managing to show an evil manner. Maybe Kaiba recognized it as evil because it was the way he walked when he wanted to look sinister.

"Your brother went first," he said. His voice was deep, but had a hint of an accent to it, an accent Kaiba couldn't identify. He laughed maniacally."It's your turn!"

He slashed the dagger across Kaiba's wrist. Blood started pouring out from the injury and he raised the dagger to do it again. As he was about to slash, there was a bang, and a bullet hit the ground.

"Put your hands in the air!"

Kaiba looked out of the corner of his eye. Policemen. The person slashed himself with the dagger across the throat, chest, wrists and forearms. Blood started pouring out, and he dropped the dagger. It clattered on the tiles, and he turned around. Kaiba stood to the side.

Now, this person didn't look like an adult, as he had before, but, rather Kaiba's age. His eyes weren't slit-like anymore, but wide and innocent. As he walked forward to the policeman that had shot the ground, he walked normally, not in the sinister fashion that he had seconds ago.

"Please, help me," he begged. His accent was heavy, now, and Kaiba could identify it. British. "He... he..."

The kid fell down. One of the policemen there picked him up, and another approached Kaiba. "Who is this child, and why did you attack him?"

"I didn't hurt the kid," Kaiba said. "He hurt me, and injured himself! He's acting, I tell you! I don't even know who this kid is!"

The policeman leaned down and picked up the wallet in front of Kaiba. He pulled out a Learner's Permit with a name printed on the front: Bakura Ryou.

He handed the Learner's Permit to Kaiba. "Now, do you recognize him?"

Kaiba nodded. "He's a friend."

"Why would you hurt your own friend?"

"I'm telling you, he hurt me!"

Kaiba pushed the policeman away, and he fell to the ground. The other policemen, along with Bakura, looked at the scene. All of the policemen, including the one that was pushed over looked at Kaiba in shock. Bakura, being weak and nearly bloodless, had no visible expression.

One of the other policemen put a pair of handcuffs around Kaiba's wrists. "Seto Kaiba, I'm placing you under arrest for the attempted murder of Bakura Ryou, and the murder of... that kid.", he said, pointing to Mokuba.

"That's my little brother. Bakura killed him. Please, I didn't do anything.", Kaiba said.

"Yeah, that's what they all say," the policeman said.

"Wait."

Bakura was trying to extend an arm to Kaiba. "Don't send him to jail, at least. Send him with some other person, for however long he would be in jail. Please, you can't send him to prison."

He fainted in the policeman's arms. That policeman put a hand on Ryou's neck, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief. It was more than likely that he had been looking for a pulse, and had found one.

"In respect for the victim, we will send you, Seto Kaiba, to the home of your largest rival in business: Maximillion Pegasus."

It took three days, but the government managed to get Kaiba to Industrial Illusions, the company Pegasus worked for. Kaiba would be there for the next 17 years of his life, and KaibaCorp would be in the control of Industrial Illusions until then.

Kaiba knew that he wanted to be anywhere but with Pegasus. All Pegasus wanted to do was talk about Duel Monsters, about his (deceased) wife, about the Millennium Items. Very rarely would he get Kaiba talking, the only way he would was with a conversation about the Blue-Eyes White Dragon card: Kaiba's favorite.

Kaiba knew that Bakura was alright. He still called Industrial Illusions every now and then, just to check on Kaiba. Bakura would sometimes be heavily British and forgiving, and sometimes his voice would be deeper and sinister, and he would be revengeful.

The worst part of all this was working for Industrial Illusions. Kaiba was Pegasus's apprentice, and in around 8 years, he would take over Industrial Illusions, and KaibaCorp with it. Kaiba would still be living with Pegasus for another seven long years before he got his own company back, and got to go home.

Until then, it was life with Pegasus. He had been there for 2 years already, and every day since the first felt like a year on it's own. Would the misery, pain, and agony ever end? In 15 years, it would. Now, it was another Saturday morning.

Get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, do chores, go out and run the errands, play a few rounds of Duel Monsters with Pegasus, who was now without his Millennium Eye, and much more vulnerable in that game. Still, Kaiba couldn't beat him, and he had been dueling him once every day for 2 years.

Kaiba hoped to beat him today. Then again, he had been hoping every day since the day after the first duel, the first he had lost to Pegasus while he didn't have his Millennium Eye, and the second in general. He knew it, he was going to defeat Pegasus today.

He flipped the blanket off of him, and Pegasus was at the foot of his bed. "Breakfast," Pegasus told him, "Then you can tidy up the living room and your office after you get dressed."

Pegasus left, then Kaiba groaned. Ever since he was 8 years old, he had lived around maids. He had never had to cook, clean, or run any errands for himself, he had maids to do it. Even after 2 years, he still wasn't accustomed to doing these things himself, and he had another 15 years to live this way.

So was another day in the Pegasus-Kaiba household.