Welcome to our world. How are you feeling?

Seto Kaiba squinted his eyes open. Blinding light shone straight at him, softened only by the figure in front of him. A little boy in black with a frown and white hair stared down at him with cold, calculating eyes. He had white hair, but he was small.

"Where am I, old man?" said Seto.

"That's better than kid, but that's hardly the respect to show a stranger," said Toshiro.

Seto adjusted to his surroundings bit by bit. He was sitting on stone ground, and his arm throbbed in pain. He didn't dare look at it, knowing he wouldn't like what he saw. As unbelievable as it was, he was injured, and couldn't recall his attacker. The bug who did that to him would pay.

"Rangiku, we're taking this guy to the 4th district," said Toshiro.

"Okay, captain," said Rangiku.

A gorgeous redhead, from what he could tell, picked him up in her arms. It was humiliating that he, Seto Kaiba, would be carried about as if he was a weak baby.

"Put me down. I can handle myself, thank you very much," Seto snarled.

"Not very friendly, are you," said Toshiro.

Kaiba turned his head. He hated that look that tried to pierce through his mind. It was smart, cold, patronizing, and infuriating. Seto struggled against Rangiku's grip, but found his strength all but gone. A sharp pain shot through his right arm as he tried to move it. He grimaced but continued struggling.

"You don't know who you're dealing with. My name is Seto Kaiba, head of Kaiba Corporation. I don't need any of your help," said Seto. It didn't sound as impressive with his thin voice as he had hoped.

Toshiro groaned, rubbing his fluffy, fluffy hair. "Let's just ditch him off a cliff."

"Or we can keep him as a pet. His clothing and hair are strange, but weirdly charming. We can keep him at the office to keep us company while we work," said Rangiku, in a high, lilting, but rather seductive voice. Seduction. It annoyed Seto. That was just the kind of manipulative tactic people used to try to give them an upper hand in dueling against him. Not that any succeeded, except for the plague known as Yugi Moto. That guy was all too cocky with his "heart of the cards" nonsense.

"You just want to pawn your paperwork on him," said Toshiro.

"And what's wrong with that?" said Rangiku. "There's so much of it."

"Talking about me as if I'm not here," said Seto in the loudest voice he could squeeze out.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you," said Rangiku with a smile.

"You do realize he's about a thousand years younger than you, right?" said Toshiro.

Seto watched as Toshiro jumped 20 feet in the air and landed on the roof of a nearby building. Flying?! Shadow realms were one trippy thing but that could be chalked up to chemicals or just Yugi's weird Egyptian stuff. His stomach dropped as Rangiku bunny-hopped in a similar manner. The impact as she touched ground was light as well, and before he had time to process anything, they were running across tiles. In his normal state, he rather liked vehicles of transportation, but right then he was feeling woozy. If he could see himself, he'd bet his skin was ash-white. His grip on consciousness faded.

Seto sat cross-legged on his assigned mat, his healthy arm in his lap with the other wrapped stiff in bandages. He was seething. The people in that world didn't know what duel disks were or even duel monsters. Bunch of Joey Wheelers. Not to mention, they put him in an unstylish black kimono which had no pointy edges. They were all crazy, saying that they were death gods and carrying around lethal blades. Though on the plus side, he was getting new ideas for duel monster cards and perhaps new equipment for his incompetent Kaiba Corp. guards.

The boy (named Toshiro as he had been told), entered the room. It was closed off from the other patients. Apparently, he put them in a bad mood.

"Hello," said Toshiro. "You are Seto Kaiba, head of Kaiba Corporation, correct?"

Again with the calculating look. "Yes. What do you want?"

"What are you doing here?" said Toshiro.

"Someone attacked me with a sword after I was brought here. I don't remember what happened before," said Seto.

"Well, isn't that convenient. You remember nothing else at all?" said Toshiro.

"No. Is the interrogation over yet?" said Seto.

"Who attacked you, what did they look like? What was their weapon like?" said Toshiro.

"Looked the same as all of you," said Seto. "Shouldn't you know who they are, or is your police force just that bad?"

"Japan is different from this world and things function a little differently. Normally, you wouldn't go here until after you died, but hey, maybe the universe is telling you it wants you dead," said Toshiro, unamused.

"It's not the first time I've been told something like that," said Seto.

"If there was someone who could recognize their reiatsu, this would go a whole lot easier," Toshiro sighed. "Naturally, you've been put under the tenth division's watch, and this case as well. You can go back to Earth today. There's a clinic in which you'll stay in until you recover. You'll be protected from future attacks there, at least until this is solved."

"I'm not leaving until I find out who did this to me and make them regret having been born," said Seto.

Toshiro half-smiled. "You are a human, planning on going up against an experienced and nearly immortal death god."

"I have the means to humiliate them," said Seto, fanning his duel monsters deck across the floor face-up. "Your kind doesn't know of these, yet, but I'll show that piece of dirt their worthless third-rate dueling skills."

Toshiro raised his eyebrow, not comprehending how people would fight with cards. Examining them more closely, they each had a drawing along with numbers and text imprinted on them. He reached for one of them before Seto growled.

"Is that one an ice dragon?" said Toshiro, motioning to the card.

Seto perked up. "This is my prized treasure, the blue-eyes white dragon. It has a massive 3000 attack points and 3 of them can be sacrificed for the blue-eyes ultimate dragon. You have surprisingly good taste."

"It's… a little different from my hyorinmaru, but it's beautiful," said Toshiro.

Scratch everything bad Seto thought about Toshiro, he was a good guy.

"Hyorinmaru?" said Seto.

"That's the name of my sword. When it's released, the hyorinmaru's ice dragon form appears," said Toshiro.

Seto's heart beat picked up. The blue-eyes white dragon was the love of his life next to money and rubbing the faces of the unworthy in the metaphorical dirt. He hadn't thought of it as an ice-type before, but it could fit based on how it looked.

"You're going to show me, right?" said Seto.

"It's not really for show, but you won't stop bugging me about it until you see it, will you?" said Toshiro.

Seto nodded.

He followed Toshiro outside to a smooth, empty path, the edges of which were shaded by cherry blossom trees. Sunlight streamed in full force of noon. Arches of dark wood were lined up at the beginning and end of the walkway, and the air full of breezy, flowery scents. Toshiro stood in the center, holding his blade in front of him. Seto watched from the sidelines as his clothes and white hair rustled upwards from a blue substance swirling from the ground around his feet. His blue eyes glowed. The thought occurred to Seto that Toshiro was a human (or death god) version of the blue-eyes white dragon.

"Sit upon the frozen heavens, hyorinmaru!" said Toshiro, his voice muted as Seto was laser-focused on the mass of ice with a mouth.

It was striking. Reflections of light glinted off of its icy scales, sharp fangs, and soul-crushingly cold eyes which chilled Seto's skin. It was even more stunning than blue-eyes. In that instant, Seto knew: he had to have it.