Seto Kaiba looked down at the paper in his hand and sighed. When he had made this deal, he thought it would be easy to get out of. They would forget it and move on, or he could pay them off and he would be free to live a happy life with his little brother. But he hadn't been that lucky, and now the twenty-year old CEO had to keep his promise or lose the one thing that had ever been important to him.

Years ago, after Gozabro's death, when he had applied to be Mokuba's legal guardian, human resources were, in the least, apprehensive. Not only was he a child, but there was no one else to raise him. No parental figure to step in when he was gone or, more importantly, a feminine influence in the house. Seto had declared that he could take good care of his brother with or with out a woman in the house and he was too young to marry anyway, so why would it matter? But they insisted, and in the end they had come up with a compromise. Seto could keep Mokuba on one condition. He would marry before his twenty-first birthday.

And now here he stood, in the living room in his mansion, twenty-years old having never found one woman he could stand for more then a week. They were the most complicated of creatures and he was never in the mood for their constant drama. They all giggled, and flirted, and flitted about and were downright annoying. He had been with women before, but it was more for the physical privileges then anything else and they would always be gone before morning. Now, he had to find one before his next birthday or they would take Mokuba away...

"Seto?" his brother's voice shook the older Kaiba from his thoughts, "Are you okay?"

Seto did his best to smile, "Yeah, Mokuba, I'm fine."

"Good... Seto?"

"Yes?"

"Can we go get ice cream?"

Seto smirked as he studied his brother's face, his shinning eyes and hopeful smile, the Spongebob episode he had been watching totally forgotten at the thought of the frozen treat. Seto felt a sharp pang, how could he give up and let them take his family away? He couldn't. He would have to suck up his pride and do what he needed to do. "Sure, Mokuba. Let's go."

"You wanted to talk to me, Daddy?" asked the girl standing in the doorway of her father's study.

"Yes. I have this... Idea..."

"Oh, no. Daddy, not another idea! Remember what happened last time!"

"They fixed the house," Her father responded, blushing, "and I said I was sorry!"

The girl sighed, "What this time?"

Maximillion Pegasus looked up at his daughter, "I was thinking, you're almost twenty, and I'm not exactly young anymore..."

The girl scoffed, "You're ancient!"

"I'm not that old!" He took a deep breath, "The point is... I was thinking... of having another tournament..."

"Umm... Okay?" what that had to do with the rest of the conversation she had no clue. But, then again, her father hardly ever made sense.

"And as you know, all tournaments need a prize..."

"Yuppers. That's kinda what they're for, Dad."

"I was thinking," he closed his eyes and braced himself for his next words, "that maybe you could, um, be the prize?"

No one spoke for a long time they just stood, father and daughter, staring at each other in awkward silence.

Then, the woman spoke, "Who were you gonna invite?"

Pegasus blinked, "Um... Marik Ishtar, Duke Devlin-"

"Didn't he invent that dice game?"

"Yes."

The girl smiled, "He's hot."

"Umm..." Pegasus squirmed uncomfortably, "okay then.. and-"

"You know who you should invite."

Pegasus sighed. she had lost all interest in his guest list, "Who?"

She walked casually over to the window, "Seto Kaiba."

Silence again, this time Pegasus broke it, "Fine. If you agree to this tournament, I'll invite Seto Kaiba."

She smiled, lighting up blue eyes so much like her mother's, "Great! I'll see you latter then, Daddy!"

"Where are you going?" Pegasus chuckled.

"I'm going to go throw rocks at the evil birds hat try to steal my hair."

"Be careful."

She frowned at him flicking her silver tresses behind her shoulder, "You're going senile, I'm always careful. " Before her father could respond, she was allready down the stairs and halfway across the entry.

"Oh, Kroquet. That girls going to be the death of me."