"Friday"

Summary: Drabbles involving Kaiba, Jonouchi, and Rebecca Black's Friday. Not an intended parody. Puppyshipping, hints at other ships. Updates on, you guessed it, Fridays.

Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yu-Gi-Oh and the affiliated characters/plotlines/card games. Rebecca Black owns the song "Friday". I own nothing except my words.

Written as a personal Challenge, for myself: Write a non-parody, semi-serious story. Easy enough, I guess. It must be a songfic for the viral hit "Friday" by Rebecca Black. That's where it gets tricky.

Chapter 1: What Kaiba Has For Breakfast

7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'

"Niisama!" a petite hand shook at his shoulder. "Niisama, wake up! You'll be late for school! It's seven AM already!"

Kaiba drowsily lifted his head off his keyboard and blinked blearily at Mokuba. Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes fell wide open as his brother's words sank in.

"Great Blue Eyes," he cursed. His clothes were slightly rumpled from his hour-long nap that would have to suffice for his daily sleep quota. "Thanks, Mokuba."

"No problem, big bro!" Mokuba held out a fresh school uniform for his elder brother. "I'll see you downstairs for breakfast!"

Kaiba was already out the door, in the bathroom, uniform in hand.

He pulled off his suit, fumbling with the buttons of his button-down shirt, and giving any Kaiba fans in nearby trees a nice view of his chest... meaning, of course, nobody, because Kaiba didn't have any trees near his bathroom. After hopping in the cold shower, too impatient to wait for it to warm up, and promptly cleansing himself, he proceeded to brush his teeth with the toothbrush he kept in the shower specifically for moments like these.

Hey, even Seto Kaiba had his off days. He just happened to be a whole lot better at getting back "on" than most people were.

Though, Kaiba mused tiredly, as he scrubbed his hair while simultaneously brushing his teeth. If there's anything that proves I'm human at all, this is probably it.

Never mind that he was doing something roughly akin to patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time.

Yeah. Sleep deprivation sort-of had that effect on people. Even Kaiba couldn't think normally when running on one hour of sleep after three all-nighters... in a row. Thou he had, in the past, managed to get by on fewer hours of sleep, experiences had been pleasant for neither Kaiba nor his co-workers.

Speaking of his employees, he reminded himself that he should probably fire a fair few of them. After all, if they were so incompetent that their boss had to be up all night to fix their silly, stupid mistakes (honestly, what idiot could manage to mix up the files for Shining Friendship with those of Petit Angel?) they deserved whatever came to them.

Then again, KaibaCorp went through employees the way Jonouchi went through food, so it was really nothing new.

Kaiba hurried out of the shower, quickly towel-dried his hair, and walked briskly down the stairs, far too dignified to run, but pulling on his uniform jacket on the way down and buttoning it up impeccably (as usual). He, at last, reached the small, private kitchen that he and Mokuba usually ate in when nobody else was around.

"Good morning, niisama!" Mokuba smiled up at his brother, as if it were the first time he'd seen Seto all day. He finished up his Honey Blitz cereal, swathed in KaibaCorp brand milk.

"Good morning, Mokuba," Seto replied cordially, having already steeled himself for the day to come.

He looked at the clock. He was still running a few minutes behind schedule. Deciding that he didn't have time for anything else, he pulled a box of the same cereal from a cupboard, shoved four or five handfuls into his mouth, and washed it down with some milk. Grabbing his usual thermos of coffee, courtesy of their part-time chef, he and Mokuba went out to the limousine, their preferred method of getting to school.

They were perfectly on time.