Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, sadly, only this fic

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, sadly, only this fic

"Stacey" A familiar cold voice was heard in the main lobby of Kaiba Corp. Seto strutted, as some would say, down to the front desk and addressed a young girl who appeared to be his secretary, "Get me my coffee and tell my eleven o'clock I'll be late"

"Yes, Mr. Kaiba" Stacey bowed her head a bit before rushing off to run her boss's errands.

Seto kept on walking, ignoring any of his employees cracking jokes or trying to get his attention. He was not in the mood. Everyone knew by the clanking of his shoes and the big blue vein popping out of his head, that Kaiba was not happy. If the slightest thing were to go wrong, he would have them removed, and they really didn't want that on their records.

His office was on the highest floor. That was smart. Putting the executive of one of the most popular companies on the top floor of an abnormally large building. He could get pushed off. He could get caught in a fire. He could be held hostage and nobody would know. All of those issues had been brought up in meetings before, but Seto reassured the others that if any of those instances became reality, he could handle them just fine on his own. But that was just him being independent…he never needed any help. He could always 'handle everything'.

He cast his thoughts away as he approached the elevator. Too many floors to get up. It was always a drag.

"Seto!" Mokuba ran up to his older brother,"There's this report you're supposed to give today, and I was thinking—"

"Not now, Mokuba" Seto cut his brother off very rudely.

"But, Seto, this is very crucial for the company and I think—"

"We're too rich to think, Mokuba, that's why we pay people to think for us, now go" The hot-headed CEO was getting very impatient with his little brother.

"Don't you understand…this is serious" Mokuba spoke out of turn one time too many for Seto's liking.

"Listen, if I cared about what you thought, then you'd be at my right hand, advising me in all of my decisions" Seto narrowed his eyes on Mokuba, "But that's not the case now is it? I'm only letting you be in here because you're my brother, otherwise I'd never hire you."

Hot tears swelled up in Mokuba's eyes. He looked away as if to ignore his brother's cold words. He knew somewhere deep in his soul that Seto had a heart. He just…needed to find it again. All of the bitterness of their adoptive family screwed them over. And then there was him being in charge of Kaiba Corp. That just…destroyed his soul. He became ruthless and mean. He needed a voice of reason…he needed somebody that could resurrect the old Seto…the one that cared.

He saw his brother proceed into the elevator with his usual stoic expression. He couldn't stand to see what his brother had become.

The door closed and Seto was alone. He let out a sigh. He scratched the back of his neck and thought to himself. Was he too hard on his brother? Usually Mokuba could take his insults and walk away un-harmed. Lately, though, he would take offence…and usually start crying. He seemed like he was…sick of it. But it wasn't that easy to stop. That was Seto's personality, and habits are hard to get rid of.

He closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in his hands. What had he done? He had insulted and betrayed his little brother who probably hates him now. He took advantage of the fact that he looked up to him. Instead of showing him the kindness he deserved, he shared ruthlessness among other things.

"Are you okay?" A girl put her hand on Seto's shoulder. He figured the elevator door opened and she came in without him noticing. He couldn't show his weakness to a complete stranger that could slander his name though.

"Unless you want to be escorted off the premises, then I suggest you refer to me as 'sir' or 'Mr. Kaiba'" His voice cracked a little because it was sudden.

"My apologies, sir " She emphasized the last word.

He looked up at the woman…he knew her. She was vaguely familiar. He thought of the museums and all the magic things she showed him. It all came back to him.

"Isis?" For once, Seto spoke informally and off guard.

"Seto." She smiled.

"No, you will address me as Mr—"

She cut him off, "In that case, you may not call me Isis, but Miss Ishtar, thank you"

Seto was amazed on how she had no fear of being kicked out of the building for back talking Seto Kaiba. He had forgotten how much nerve she had.

"Fine, Miss Ishtar" Seto mumbled.

"That's better" She gave him a warm smile, as if nothing happened. He just stared at her for a second. He wondered what she was doing at Kaiba Corp, but before he could ask she exited the elevator and went on her way.

"Damn" Seto muttered as he waited till it came to his floor. He figured that by the time that he got up to his office, the work day would be over. Not that it mattered most of the time, of course. On most occasions, he'd spend the night at the office, but he figured he'd surprise Mokuba at home tonight. For some reason he was in a really good mood now…

He finally got to his floor and got out of the elevator. He continued down the halls until he reached his over-sized office. There were windows everywhere and the furniture was leather. It was nice and cool unlike most of the other employee's offices. He was rather selfish at times and would hog the air conditioning for himself.

He sat down behind his desk and just relaxed for a few moments. Resting his arms behind his head. A vision crossed his mind. A woman with long black hair, it was stick straight, and yet managed to wave in the uncontrollable wind. Her eyes glimmering with untold secrets and mysteries. She had full lips and high cheek bones. Her dark skin was very prominent.

She looked familiar….

"No…" Seto opened his eyes and looked out the window. This could not be happening to the 'great Seto Kaiba'.

He could not attach himself to anyone…

Is it okay for the first chapter? I'm not rushing am I? Comment please, loves

Sorry if it's short, I'll make sure to make the next chapter longer.