He was less than pleased. A meagre errand turned to backfire at him for the sole reason of being caught unaware on the business market.

After Dria completed her full work out and rid herself of all frustrations on to his entirely willing self, she proceeded to annoy him with a heads-up for a surprise that was scheduled for when he was due in school. That wouldn't have been much of a problem if it weren't for the fact that she wasn't there to hack into his current problem.

Both of them kept Kaiba Corp running after their hostile take-over was in motion, two year after which they were an even bigger business when they turned Gozaboro's main venture into one of the top gaming industries in the world. And to think… It all started at the orphanage as a simple hobby.

~Flashback~

The orphanage was rowdier than usual; it seemed livelier than he would've expected from it. The children were excited. He could tell judging by their fast-paced whispers and exaggerated body language. For safety reasons, he kept Mokuba glued to his side at all times of the day; he didn't know what to make of this predicament.

All of a sudden the hushed voices were raised slightly as a man and his daughter were greeted warmly into the reception. The camera men followed them, enthused about what he supposed was their reason for coming to place like this. They looked so wealthy it was almost fake. As if knowing she was being watched the girl turned slightly and looked straight at him, her demeanour was curious and tugged on the man's coat and pointed in his direction, which she didn't really need to do since he merely brushed her off. When her back was turned to him she rolled her eyes and walked swiftly yet gracefully towards his brother and himself.

She stood in front of him and offered him a small smile, he would've lied if he said that she wasn't beautiful, especially if she smiled like that. His cheeks turned a rosy colour, noticing all the attention, they were receiving a lot of stares.

"Hello." she greeted softly before slightly bowing.

Seto was lost in thought by the wonderment that was her voice until he felt a sharp nudge to his side. It was Mokuba, encouraging him to respond to her greeting.

He returned her gesture in kind and held out a hand to gracefully receive hers. He kissed it gently and stood straight.

"My name is Seto and this is Mokuba."

By now his little brother had stepped out from his hiding place deeming her trustworthy that she wasn't going to hurt him.

"I am Drianna Kaiba, it's nice to meet you." she smiled then spotted the locket hanging around each of their necks. "Do you two like duel monsters?"

"Well I'm not very good." Mokuba spoke up for the first time, "but Seto is the best in the orphanage." He said and puffed out his chest proudly.

"I'm sure he is." She told him then returned her attention back to Seto when he spoke.

"Forgive me for asking but… what are you doing here?"

Her expression to that of boredom, one may think of her as snobbish if it were not for the polite way in which she spoke.

"My father has taken up the social responsibility of donating money to this place, I would be ecstatic about that if he wasn't doing it for all the wrong reasons."

Seto was starting to feel a little wary of her, even if she didn't seem to care about the money the orphanage is in dire need of it. With the type of money she spend on a single meal would be enough to feed five of them for a week.

"I know what you must be thinking. And I'm happy for the major upgrades that will change your conditions, but from my point of view my father doesn't even enjoy being here, the only reason he's is because there are rumours of him doing illegal dealings with… oh I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to talk to anyone about this."

"Drianna!" her father called "Are you done fooling around yet?! I have somewhere to be by the next hour."

She seemed to flinch as he began walking towards her. Seto would've lied again if he said that this man was making him nervous. Especially since he was loomed over and critically examined. His little brother trembled and had his pants tightly clenched in his fists, restricting him of any room to step back.

"And who do we have here? Hmm?" the tyrant asked after a puff of smoke from his cigarette.

"Father, this is Seto and his little brother Mokuba."

When she introduced Gozaburo to the two brother that day. Something otld her that she had made a grave mistake.

The process was unravelling right in front of her eyes, though she felt as if nothing was in her power to stop the oncoming catastrophe that was about to ensue. Seto had challenged her father. Blackmailed him. Nearly humiliated him on live television. With horror hidden deep within the depts of her eyes she watched as Seto called out a checkmate. On the outside her father had seemingly taken the defeat in stride, until Seto had reminded him that as part of the deal he had to adopt Mokuba and himself. There was so many things so wanted to do to the idiot in that moment, she couldn't believe what he had subjected himself to. On one hand she understood that he was a poor orphaned boy that was only looking out for his brother, what she couldn't possibly fathom was why he would risk his freedom for what he thought was a better life.

"Don't worry." he assured her when they entered their limo. "We won't bother you much. I just want us to have a safe and better life. The orphanage was horrible to us, and I would never want to get separated from Mokuba. He's all I have left from our parents." He then made sure Mokuba was buckled up a tightly strapped in.

She nearly died inside. Although she was young she could see he was such a sweet boy. And yet… he had no idea that he had just sold himself to a monster.

Form that day forward she regretted ever meeting Seto and his little brother. She carried this guilt in secrecy, but vowed to never allow anything to happen to them. They were Kaiba's now, they were family. Hopefully they wouldn't be subjected to live out her hellish existence so soon.

Seto felt disheartened by her silence and pulled something form his small back pack. It was the blue eyes dragon card. She didn't know much about Pegasus' game but she knew that was an extremely rare and valuable possession. He pushed it into her hands in attempt to make amends. It would do him nothing if he couldn't get along with the only Kaiba who seemed tolerant of them, but she caught him around the wrist when she was certain her father wasn't watching their movements. Gozaboro seemed, if only for a moment, drowning in his public humiliation from earlier today.

She looked straight into his eyes and watched his face turn confused, then he tensed as though he was expecting her to do something horrible. Mokuba, sitting to his left, seemed as if he was thinking the same thing, and tucked himself more into his brothers' back. Her expression softened and gently she plucked the card out of his hand only to give it back in the palm of her hand. She had a feeling that she should enjoy gaining this many reactions out him. Something told her that this side of him was probably going to be locked away some time into the future.

He looked frustrated now but he showed more shock than anything else. She gave him a small, sad smile.

She leaned in closer to ensure that her words were only heard by their ears only. "You're going to need that if you want to keep Mokuba safe. It's probably going to be your only salvation during your stay at the mansion. Besides, I'm sure that Blue eyes hold more value to you than it will to me."

"But-"

She cut him off. "Fine." she stated, a bit annoyed at this conversation. "How about you hold onto the card, you will keep it as your own, but you must promise that all of your victories will be dedicated to me."

He thought about it for a moment, looking truly relived that he wouldn't have to part with his favourite card. "Thank you." He said nodded and smiled at her.

She couldn't find it in herself to return it and glanced out the window during the rest of the ride home.

~End of Flashback~

He was so foolish! He thought, lightly berating himself.

Thinking about that memory never ceased to make him flinch. Looking back he could see her anguish, the subtle warnings she made. He truly understood why she was so cold towards him in the limo. Which was precisely the reason he felt so protective of her. Her time of protecting them from the worst of Gozaboros' punishments were over. It was his turn, to repent for his mistake. He never parted from her after the beatings, they always stayed together so that he could tend to their wounds.