So here it is, the long awaited Resignation! As promised first chapter is posted on the same day as the last chapter of Three Guys. I hope you enjoy Seto's pov and that it fills in all the blanks.

I smile fondly at the picture on my desk, I had never been one for personal objects at the office. This was a place for work after all. Even Mokuba didn't have a picture up, only in the locket I wore.

She had changed all of that. I'm not sure when things had begun to change, but at some point they had.

I still remembered the look of joy on her face when she told me she had gotten the scholarship to the school she wanted to go to. News she had held onto and told me first. Was that the beginning? When I uncharacteristically hugged her and asked who she was going to tell first about our friendship?

I don't know.

Perhaps I should start from the very beginning, when I had resigned myself to fate.

I was taking classes at the Domino University. Nothing in particular, a couple law classes because they had interested me and on a whim I chose to take History of Ancient Civilizations. It covered the antecedents of western civilization in ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, the Ancient Near East and the Greco-Roman world. I avoided the business and technology classes like the plague. There was nothing they could teach me there, if anything I could be the one teaching them.

My grades were satisfactory, I maintained between a B+ and an A- in all my classes, but my participation apparently left something to be desired. True, I did not stay after class, I didn't participate in discussions or go on the outings. I wrote notes and did the assignments and that was all.

That was why the headmaster invited me to his office one day in the middle of September.

"Mr. Kaiba, you need to participate in class," he told me while I glared at him in response. "You do well on the assignments, but that's not all there is to school. A good portion of your grade is based on participation."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to go look at museums or sit in a courtroom; I have a multimillion dollar corporation to run," I told him coldly. I was only going to the university because it wasn't too far from work and because I wanted to set a good example for Mokuba. We had the money for him to go to any school in the world, but I knew he wouldn't go unless I had a university education as well.

"I'm aware of that, which is why I'm giving you this assignment. We've partnered with a few local high schools to be part of a mentoring program. Volunteers will be given a student in their final year at high school to guide and talk to until April."

"If it's volunteer then you're out of luck, I will not sign up for that."

"In your case it's mandatory. Be a faithful mentor and you will receive the participation credit you're desperately lacking. You only have one more year before you have your degree, you will need this."

"Only until April?" I asked narrowing my eyes. He was right, to get the classes I wanted for my final year I needed to be top and without the participation my grade would drop.

"Unless you choose to continue, but yes officially the program ends with a formal in April where you will meet your partner," he slid me a folded piece of paper. Resigned to the fact that I had no alternative I took the paper without a word and didn't look at it again until after I had gotten home for the night.

It had been a busy day at work and I was tired, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to some teenager about how hard their homework was and how pathetic their troubles were.

"Hi Seto," Mokuba called as I walked in the door. "Um, how was work?"

"Hello Mokuba, busy as usual," I replied as I hung up my coat. We had servants, but their day ended at six so they were usually gone by the time I got home.

"Oh, um well you probably want some quiet then, how about we go see a movie or something?"

"Mokuba, why are you trying to block the way to the living room? I'm tired and I want to watch the news before I go and study." I walked around him and sat in my armchair while Mokuba fumbled with the remote to try and change the channel. Normally I wouldn't care what my younger brother was watching, he was in his teens and more than capable of making most of his own decisions. It was only when I heard my name from the TV that I stopped him.

[... Sources claim Seto Kaiba, CEO of the famous Kaiba Corp, weight loss could be caused by a drug addiction. Has the cold hearted CEO finally caved and fallen into the college life style?...] I didn't listen to the rest, I was pulling out my cell phone and making my way to my study.

[Good evening Mr. Kaiba.]

"Kaiya what are you doing? There is some celebrity gossip show going on about a drug scandal that I am apparently involved in!"

[I'm sorry sir, we didn't hear of any such rumors. I'll look into it right away. Is there anything specific you'd like me to explain away?]

"I don't care. I want it fixed ten minutes ago."

[Of course sir, it will be taken care of by morning.]

With a sigh I hung up the phone and sat in my chair, I didn't need this. I wasn't out in the spot light for a reason, yet every year I was on the list for Domino's Most Eligible Bachelor and my private nature only spurred more gossip. I rubbed my temples tiredly and opened the now thoroughly crumpled paper and read the address.

'Silent_ Serenity_ Love'? I read with a groan, of course I had to have a female partner. I was going to be subjected to gossip and boy troubles. Though I felt a headache coming on I opened up my email and was going to send her a message only to find one already waiting for me.

Dear Blue_Eyes,

I've been assigned your partner for this "mentoring" thing our schools are doing. I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to talk to you about, guess we'll have to just see what happens. I know we have the option of saying who we are but I'd rather we just refer to each other by code names or our emails. It'll be easier to talk that way I think.

Silent_Serenity_Love

P.S What's the Blue Eyes for? Are you a Frank Sinatra fan?

I rolled my eyes at her comment on my chosen email address, she was clearly not a duelist or she would have recognized the monster, but she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. At the very least I approved of her suggestion to use false names. I chose to use the alias 'Seth' for a few reasons, it was similar to my own name and was also an alternate spelling of the god Set, one that I had been drawn to learn more about for some time.

Dear Silent_Serenity_Love,

I agree we should keep our identities a secret. In the mean time you can call me Seth. I've been told that I am supposed to ask you if there is anything you want to talk about.

Seth

P.S. Sure, let's go with that.

I turned away from my computer and did some assigned reading I had to catch up on, I was surprised to say the least when I received a reply.

Seth,

It feels weird talking about my problems to a stranger but I guess its nice having someone other than my cat to talk to. My parents got divorced when my brother and I were small. For reasons I never knew they decided to separate us. I think they did it to spite one another. My brother lived with our dad until he died last year. He lives on his own now, not wanting to live with Mom and I. Probably a good thing cause Mom is almost never home. She's a PR and they're always busy. It gets lonely. I wish I could talk to her, get her to spend time with me like she did when I was little, but I'm so tired of being the only one who's trying. It seems like after my operation, once she knew I was going to be alright, she stopped paying attention to me.

Kisa

I frowned as I read her message, perhaps it was because I was a faceless mentor, but she opened up to me so easily despite what she claimed about it 'feeling weird'. Something about that trust and innocence reminded me of someone, as did her choice of alias. Then there was her casual mention of an operation, it left me quite curious. It was her mother's profession that really caught my eye however. A PR? Perhaps she worked for one of my competitors. I didn't care who the girl was, just who her mother was to see who she worked for.

I could use her for an information source, or so I thought. I traced her IP address, doing a few things that were probably not legal along the way and was shocked when I read the name that popped up.

[Kaiya Kawai]

I stared at the screen for a moment, unsure of what to do. The girl was of no use to me, her mother was my own PR, but she mentioned that she was upset that her mother was busy all the time. I had truthfully never given much consideration to Kaiya's personal life and despite the way I had spoken to her earlier she was a good employee, went above and beyond her PR duties. Perhaps on this subject I could offer guidance or at least understanding.

Kisa,

I'm afraid I'm of no help on the parent troubles, mine died years ago. I do, however, understand what it's like to be alone. I think that's the real point behind this stupid assignment; to give each person at least one person to talk to without fear. I do know a little something about PRs, they're crucial to a company, if your mother is as busy as you say she is then she's doing a good job and because of her hundreds of people will still have jobs. It's late, and we have school tomorrow. You should get some sleep. Good night, I'll talk to you again tomorrow.

Seth

I closed email with a sigh and I wondered just what I had gotten into.

I know, first chapter is pretty boring since it follows the first chapter of Three Guys, but I promise the next chapter will be better. Fair warning, Seto's gonna be kinda awkward talking to 'Kisa' before he eventually opens up.