Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic. I'd be rich, happy, and living in Japan. Please enjoy.

Rating: K

Chapter One

" Pleeaaase big brother?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Oh pretty please?"

" I said no Mokuba!"

It was a rainy afternoon in the Kaiba household. Seto Kaiba was busy at his desk in one of his many studies looking over documents with extremely big words that Mokuba couldn't make out. His big brother did this for a living. Mokuba was only 10 while his brother being the president of Kaiba Corp industries known globally around the world, was only 18. The Kaiba's were rich. Very rich. Try multi billionaire rich. They lived in a 73-room mansion. Not counting the 5 basements and attics. Mokuba didn't really pay attention to it that much. He didn't think himself better than any of his peers at school. He was happy just to be with his big brother. Sure, he had more toys than you could imagine, but he didn't make a big deal about it. He even gave most of his toys away to his friends. Stick him in a room with a paddleball any day and he'd be happy. Seto Kaiba on the other hand had many documents to go over. And although he loved his brother he wasn't getting any work done due to Mokuba's countless pleas to play with him. Kaiba stared warily at the seemingly endless stack of papers and then again at his kid brother's pleading face. He sighed. This was going to be a long day…

"Mokuba for the last time, I'm extremely busy. I cannot play with you right now. Why don't you go outside?"

" Seto…it's raining outside. Remember?"

" Uh huh…" Kaiba said distractedly flipping through his phone book.

" Seto. Seto!"

" Huh…" He found the number he was looking for.

" Seto?" Mokuba tried again. Boy his brother really was distracted.

" Hm?" He asked.

Mokuba sighed. " Nothing"

Mokuba slid off his brother's desk and walked out. It was clear to him that his brother was much too busy right now. He'd have to find someone else to play with. He heard his brother talking on the phone in the background.

"I need those papers now! What? I'm not asking you what your job is because I don't care! All I am asking is that you get that file or you won't have a job! What? Don't you tell me how to run my job! I own this company! I own you! You understand that?"

Mokuba sighed softly. His brother was always like this. Don't tell Seto Kaiba what to do or there would be hell to pay. Other than employees, Mokuba and servants, Seto really didn't have much of a social life. Standoffish wasn't really what described him. More like, independent. No, even that didn't strongly describe it. Ah, Seto Kaiba was simply put, an egotistical, detestable, cold hearted, aggressive, smug, sarcastic, sardonic, cocky, much better left alone or face his wrath, kind of human being who detested most company with of course the acceptance of his younger brother. A bit blunt to say the least. This obviously though had an affect on the younger Kaiba seeing how alone his brother really was. Sure he had Mokuba, but he needed to be around people his own age. Then again, whenever Mokuba tried to contact someone his brother refused telling him how busy he was and he would not attend such frivolous matters. Mokuba of course being 10, had no idea what the word "frivolous" meant but the way his brother had used it, it sure sounded like he wasn't too thrilled with the idea. Still, Mokuba wished Seto would talk to someone. There was Yugi, but Seto hated his guts. Scratch that idea. All he seems to have for friends are his Blue Eyes White Dragons. And me of course. I wish he would find someone that he could talk to and hang out with. Seto deserves someone special. Oh well. Oh. Time to watch TV. Zatch Bell is on, one of Mokuba's favorite shows.

Chapter 2

Seto Kaiba slammed the phone down. He had no tolerance for ignorance or disobedience. The employee he was just talking to, was both. An empty desk would be at work today. Kaiba sighed and rubbed his temples. Whoever said ignorance was bliss had to be idiots themselves. Why must life be so complicated? It was simple wasn't it? Get a phone call from your boss telling you to do something, and do it. It isn't that hard. And if it is then you shouldn't be there. In fact, you shouldn't have a job it all, as a job requires you having a boss and doing what he says. A simple concept right? Kaiba looked at all he papers he had to look over. This was going to be a long day. A very long day. He had to do something. Distract himself. Anything to get away for just a moment. He was usually a hard worker. 10,000 papers to look over. Okay, not that hard. But hard enough to be a president of a major corporation. Most of the paperwork was given to his employees and personal secretaries. But not this week. No. They're off on a holiday that Kaiba had so graciously provided them with. And how do they repay him? By taking an extra week off. He thinks they did it on purpose. These are the most important documents, and they abandoned him. He smirked. He could imagine them in his office the moment they got back being yelled at and told they were fired for taking an extra week off and leaving him with all the paperwork. Ah, life was good. He almost laughed. Almost. Besides, Seto Kaiba did not tolerate slackers. He actually tolerated very little. Kaiba was not a patient man or a compassionate person at all. He did not renegotiate. His answers were final. If you were fired, you were told to clean out your desk the very same morning. And quite the irony, Seto Kaiba was little tolerated as well. People did not like him. He did not like people. Everyone wins. Kaiba thought humans in general were stupid slacking idiots who couldn't do anything right if given a simple task. Most people who met Seto Kaiba thought he was a long line of censored words followed by " jerk, stubborn, egotistical, pig. I got fired by him last week!" Kaiba could care less. He liked being alone. People only got in the way. He'd choose computers to people any day. Computers are cold and unfeeling. Like him… Like me…He stopped working for a moment. Like me. The words echoed in his mind. He shook them out of his head. That was a stupid thing to think. Why would he even think such a thing? Where did that come from? Why would he even care? He didn't like people anyway. I'm not unfeeling. I care about Mokuba. And if you care about someone, you have to have feelings. Therefore that statement was not true. He tried to rationalize it. He smirked. Nothing was funny. He did it out of habit. He got up. He walked out leaving a still quite big stack of papers on his desk. He went to go find Mokuba. Maybe he'd take him to Chuck E. Cheese's. Although he hated that place. Any place where social gatherings took place really. Hm. He'd wait in the car.

Author's note: I decided to put two chapters in one because the first one was too short. I'll do that often.