All was quiet in the Kaiba mansion, on the eve of Christmas. Well, all's always quiet in the Kaiba Mansion, Christmas or no Christmas, because Seto would fire anyone who's not quiet.

But, this is different, sort of. Mokuba had convinced Seto to give all the workers in Kaiba mansion the week off for the Christmas season, so it's a bit quieter than usual. Of course, it's no different than that time when Seto got pissed off and kicked everybody out, or the time before that, or the time before that…

The point is, all's quiet in Kaiba mansion. Definitely no mouse was stirring, not even a cockroach: Seto wouldn't even think of having any of those vermin in his house.

The said brunette is the only person, an indeed the only living creature in Kaiba Mansion during the Christmas Eve. Dressed in his Blue-Eyes White Dragon pajamas that his little brother bought him for his birthday, the CEO was a mouth-watering sight to behold. He had convinced his younger brother to go to a ski resort with Yugi's grandpa and Tea, not wanting Mokuba to be trapped inside for Christmas like himself. He didn't really know what everybody else did at this time, and he really didn't have time to care even if he wanted to.

Still typing away on his laptop, Seto glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. It's only eleven thirty. Picking up the phone, Seto called his office. In Kaiba corp. employees are working overtime to launch their newest line of products by Christmas morning.

Satisfied that everything is running smoothly, Seto hanged up. A noise to his left caught his attention; he immediately whirled about, striking the approaching figure square on the nose.

The CEO had expected an assassin, so when he saw the pile of pink on the floor, he was appropriately taken aback.

"Zigfried? What the hell are you doing here?" Seto stared at the European owner of his rival company. The brunette grumbled, realizing that all his security guards are on vacation, "I knew I should have kept some staff for Christmas."

"I'm not here in reality, only in spirit" the pink haired youth in a pink suit replied. "I am Zigfried's ghost. I have come here to warn you of the three spirits that would visit you tonight."

Seto rolled his eyes. The brunette stood up, towering over Zigfried, the punched the latter in the stomach. The pile of pink fell to the ground again.

"Look, Zigfried," the brunette growled in annoyance, "I don't know why you came here, and truth is I really don't care. I'm advising you to get out while you still can, before I make sure that you can't."

"Three spirits will come at midnight, one on each day." Zigfried began, grimacing at the pain.

"I tried this trick on Gozaboru when I was twelve," Seto sighed in exasperation, "and it didn't even work on him. So it's sure not going to work on me. Now beat it before I call the police."

"But I am a ghost," Zigfried protested, only to be knocked down again with a sharp jab to the ribs.

"If you were a ghost," Seto smirked, "you wouldn't be able to sue me for whatever I do to you." At this, the brunette delivered a few more kicked to his rival's stomach: he has been wanting to get some exercise lately. "And if you're not a ghost, I'll just sue you for trespassing."

"Remand your ways, Seto Kaiba," Zigfried insisted in a ghostly tone, "take heed."

Seto snarled. "Look, I know that you're here to look for the newest Kaiba corp. projects, and I'm telling you right now that you won't find it. Now stop distracting me from my work and get lost." He pointed to the door. Seeing he isn't going to get anything accomplished, the ghost gave up on the lost cause that is Seto Kaiba.

"Be warned, Seto Kaiba," Seto watched in surprise as he saw Zigfried levitate, then disappear into thin air. The young CEO frowned.

"I never knew his company was that advanced in their research," the brunette muttered to himself, "Zigfried can now create holograms that can stimulate the sense of touch, in addition to sight and hearing. Kaiba corp.'s really behind."

Seto picked up the phone, "Roland, tell the employees that we're working through the New Years too."

Seto started working again, as the hour hand on the clock slowly crawled to twelve.