I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I wish I did... Also! There is no Kaibacest, Tabloidshipping, or whatever you call it, in this story! (Unless you want there to be! Lol)

Seto Kaiba walking home from work. Who had ever heard of such a thing? He certainly never would have imagined it. He stalked home, with his briefcase in one hand and a lukewarm cup of coffee in the other, thinking about his idiot driver who "forgot" to fill up the gas tank. Kaiba scoffed.Whatever. He thought.

He was soon taken from his thoughts as he realised that he'd wandered off into some random district of Domino City. He was mere feet away from some street party. He must have been really deep in thought if he hadn't noticed the blaring music that could be heard about a mile away. But that was Kaiba. Once he was focused on even the simplest of things, it took a lot to get him unfocused.

I must have made a wrong turn. Kaiba thought, turning around to retrace his steps and get out of the extremely low-class neighborhood before this party got too out of hand. As he turned to walk in the opposite direction, a small gust of wind hit the brunette in the face with a newspaper. Agitated, he threw his now cold coffee into the street. It wasn't like he cared. The place was dirty enough, so one more piece of trash wouldn't make a difference.

With his free hand he pulled the paper from his face, then stopped in his tracks. There, on the front page was a picture of none other than the current "King Of Games". The billionaire didn't even bother reading the article as he threw that to the ground too. He continued to storm away, making sure to step on the newspaper at least once.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, Yugi got to him. Just the boy's name would send shivers of disgust down his spine. I've worked all my life for this. He thought. And HE gets the title that I know I deserve. The heart of the cards has absolutely nothing to do with it. He's cheating or something! But how? How is he doing it? How does he beat me every time?!

It wasn't helpful when his thoughts drifted to more important matters, such as his poor neglected little brother. He wasn't neglected as far as his basic needs. Not only did Mokuba have clothes, they were some of the finest. And the food was no less than perfection. Their house was amazing. And Mokuba could and did have every game he'd ever wanted. But what he didn't have was his brother. And it was obvious that his brother was what he so desperately craved.

Kaiba's face wrinkled in frustration. How is it that no matter how hard I work, there's always an imperfection? There's always a flaw! I work so that my Mokuba can have the best of everything. And it turns out that all he wants is me. Why? It's not like I could stop working...

The brunette continued to walk away from his unknown location untill he found a place decent enough to call and wait for a cab. It was just then that he wondered what Mokuba was doing.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I'll do my best to update weekly. Review please! ^^