summary: Malik schedules himself an appointment with Seto Kaiba through Mokuba. More light hearted as he is now, he decides to have some "fun" with the brooding CEO. (I'll revise this later...I don't want to give away too much, too soon...)

you'll probably notice that I'm going mostly by the anime...I borrowed a friend's Shonen Jump (think it was...Vol.1.10.), and Yugioh is...different on paper....

disclaimer: I don't own the King of Games, Yugioh. I don't own anything, except maybe this little, fictional fan story....

snakespirit

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Mistake in Identity

Chapter 1

In the busy streets of Tokyo...or Osaka, Hokkaido, wherever Yu-gi-oh takes place, in Japan. In the mist of dawn, there stood a teenaged boy. His skin so tanned, in contrast to his light, white colored hair. He wore sleek, black pants with his usual lavender top to go with his eyes. His eyes hypnotically stared at the red telephone booth, a smile curled upon his lips. Managing to get through the tough crowd hustling around him, he reached the booth, and placed his coins.

"Kaiba Corporations, how may I help you?" a child-like voice came out of the phone.

"Hello? Mokuba? This is Malik. Could you schedule an appointment for me with your brother?"

"What are you trying to do? Seto is busy at work...," Mokuba warned him.

"I'm just going to have some fun with him... can I see him today?" Malik smiled.

"Uh...okay. Come in ten minutes, by then, Seto will probably be done with his meeting right now...."

"Don't worry, my appointment won't take long."

"That's good, or Seto would be furious! See you."

"Goodbye...." Malik muttered to himself as he hung up the phone, "This is almost too easy...TAXI!!"

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"So is it a deal?"

"I'll think about it," Seto grumbled.

"Alright, then I'll leave the contract right here until our next meeting." The stout business man spoke gleefully, after all, even a slight consideration is little luck to a union with Seto Kaiba. "Well, I must be off. Good day." the balding man in the business suit, closed the door behind him. Kaiba's cold blue eyes watched each step, and waited until he was sure the man was out of his office. Without wasting time, Kaiba went directly back into his work. He sat at his desk, and went madly scanning through the document the business man left behind when the phone rang. Kaiba dropped the contract, and pressed a red button on the phone.

"Hello, big brother!" a young voice chimed through the other side of the phone.

"Good morning, Mokuba. What is it?"

"A friend of Yugi's who wants to see you, just for a while...is that okay?"

Seto slammed his hand on the varnished desk, "No! That is not 'okay'!"

"But Seto...it's not going to be for long. And you do know him...."

"Next time any one of Yugi's friends tries to waste my time like this, you'd better not be the one scheduling it up."

"Okay, big brother...."

"Don't worry about it for now, I deal with whoever's coming. Just don't do it next time."

"Okay!" Mokuba relaxed after the near tense of disappointment.

"Thanks, Mokuba.... See you later."

Click.

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"So...am I clear to go?" Malik asked once Mokuba closed his cell-phone.

"Yep!" Mokuba smiled.

"Right, then, see you!" Malik waved with the back of his hand as he walked away from the little Kaiba.

Malik walked down the hall, and stood in front of a metallic, olive colored elevator. He went over, pushed the up-arrow, and watched the cursor above the elevator electrically go down to ground zero. He made his way into the lift, and waited for the top floor.

"So...one of Yugi's friends is coming. Better discourage him from speaking." Seto noted to himself, and continued to work through the documents.

"Discourage me from what? From what I know, you'll be the one who will be the one unable to talk." Malik silently closed the door behind him.

"Oh, it's you...." Kaiba grumbled.

"No, no, actually, it's all about you. Aren't you happy about that?" Malik smiled darkly, "I came all the way here, just for you."

"What is it that you want?" Kaiba's eyes followed the Egyptian as he got closer, and closer.

"I want...your soul." Malik took out his golden, Millennium rod, and held it to Kaiba's eyes. "Don't worry too much, Seto Kaiba, this won't hurt. After all, the window of the soul is through the eyes...."

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A young lass with long black hair sat straight up on the sofa. "What an interesting box..." she said as the glow of the television reflected on her tan, nourished skin. She glanced at the clock, both the long, and short hand were close to the twelve.

"Almost time for noon news, right?" a deep voice came from behind her.

"Odion! What are you doing here without Malik?" the girl jumped out of the sofa.

"Mistress Isis, please, listen to me." Odion sincerely pleaded, "Master Malik threatened me, and ordered me to stay here at home...that is, if this is going to be your home for now." he looked around at the rich, technological surroundings. A fairly normal house in Japan, in a fairly normal neighborhood -- which wouldn't be normal anymore with them around.

"You know, Malik really likes watching cartoons, and...well, others. Do you only watch the news, National Geographic, and Discovery channel?" Odion asked his mistress.

"Even if Malik makes those decisions, he'll just have to learn from them, even in life, when he falls to the ground. As for me...I find that these are the only channels worth watching."

Odion froze for a moment, and then slided around the couch, and sat down next to Isis. "Miss Isis, I'm sensing something--"

"I feel it too, it isn't good. And I'm sure you're thinking of Malik, don't worry about him. It's like you're his parent, or something."

"Yes, Mistress Isis, I respect your wishes." Odion bent his head, grasped for Isis' hand, and kissed it like a prince. "You are not royalty, but I am a servant." he said below the beginning sound effects of the 'TokyoTime News'.

"Breaking news--" the anchor immediately started off with the cliche. Isis watched the news, for there was no need for listening. Her eyes kept widening, as flashes of Kaiba Corp. on the screen went by. And by only listening to the last few words, she knew everything. Everything she needed to know.

"Odion, track down Malik...and Seto Kaiba's little brother, too. I believe his name is Mokuba."

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- I don't know if 'TokyoTime News' is even real.

- that courtesy kiss on the hand from Odion doesn't really mean anything, this is a xXxXxX (something I can't tell you yet...)

- okay, sorta rough beginning....

- reviews, s'il vous plait?