Seto walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. He walked over to his desk and looked at it. Kaiba Corp papers where scattered everywhere, everything he needed to look over and sign. He was sick of all this paper work. He didn't need it. He grabbed the papers, ripped them up and threw them a crossed the room. Picking up his computer, he looked at it for a bit then flung it against the wall. The monitor cracked, all the components on the inside scattered everywhere and Seto didn't care. He was fed up with this job and with the assholes he worked with. He wanted out. Grabbing one of the tall lamps near him, he walked over to his fireplace and swung the lamp a crossed the top, knocking everything that was on top off. Pictures fell, glass shattered, and he could have cared less. He swung the lamp at the pictures hanging on the wall, and at some of the artifacts he had. Picking up his briefcase, which held his Dueling Monster cards, he thought about all the duels he had won...and the few he lost to Yugi Motou. Yugi Motou...That name he hated with a passion. He took the briefcase and threw it at the wall. It broke open and cards flew everywhere in his room. He grabbed one of the Blue-Eyes that floated back down to earth. He looked at it and became disgusted with it.

The all mighty Blue-Eyes couldn't even win me a duel against Yugi Motou

He ripped it up and threw the pieces. He walked into the bathroom, stepping on bits of glass, cards, and other objects as he did. Looking in the mirror he hated what he saw. A teenage boy running his own company yet was a cold- hearted asshole. He blamed his adoptive father for this. "Damn bastard...Rot in hell!!" and he slammed his fist into the mirror. The mirror shattered with such great force, pieces of glass went flying, one piece slicing Seto's cheek. Crimson blood bubbled out of the cut and ran down his face. He grabbed a large peice of glass and held it in his hand so tightly it cut his skin, causing blood to dripped down to the floor. He walked out the bathroom, and kicked down the door in the process. Looking down at the glass in his hand he saw the blood. The once clear glass was now soaked in his blood. He looked around his room, everything was throwing about, not one thing was still together, or where it had started.

Mokuba opened the door to Seto's room, "Big Brother, what's..." Mokuba froze looking around. He saw Seto standing in the middle of the room. Blood dripped from his cheek, and hands. "Seto?" Mokuba said with shock in his voice.

Seto dropped to his knees, and dropped the glass from his hand, "I can't take it no more Mokuba!" He looked down at his hands, "I can't take it."