A/N: Hey guys, This is just another ol fan fic i am writing cos i am bored. . but seriously PLZ support my work or i will lose interest like i have in my last work. Please, just a small comment will mean the world to me. Ok, enough chat... let the card games begin.
"Blue Eyes White Dragon, Finish this. WHITE LIGHTNING ATTACK!"
The large dragon's jaws opened upon its master's command, calling forth the ball of swirling white lightning. After a brief moment of preparing its attack, the mighty beast let forth a roar as it shot the lightning from its jaws towards the opponent on the other side of the field, which in comparison to the dragon was nothing more than a bug. The impact of the attack was something like never seen before, as the lightning connected with the ground in front of its target, letting of a large explosion.
Slowly the dust that had been shot up from the ground fell back to the earth from where it came, making visible the figure laying on the ground about 10ft from where it previously stood. Slowly the dragon faded away until the only sign of it being there was the crater on the other side of the dueling field.
Seto walked over to the man lying there, barely moving, with his stride one of success. He reached into a pocket on his coat and pulled out a bundle of cash, which amounted to a weeks wage for the average man, or about how much Seto finds when he goes through his underwear draw. He held the cash over the man, and dropped it on to his weakened body.
"Next time you want to be a tester for my equipment you may want to come with a deck that can save you." The tone in his voice one of its usual arrogant prideful tones that he was known for. He then walked back to the other side of the large stadium he had just dueled in, stopping at the small crater that had been formed out of the force of his dragons attack. It was roughly 4ft in diameter and maybe a foot of two deep. He smirked as he got back to his feet and continued to walk back to the door on his side of the arena, knowing he had succeeded. A team of medics finally came in from the side, all wearing the Kaiba Corp. logo on their clothes. Seto didn't bother to look back and check on them, he just stayed focused on his destination as he continued out of the arena into a corridor that was under the grandstands of the arena. He walked up to the T intersection in the path that lead to the underground loop into all the waiting rooms and duelist preparation rooms he had built in this new stadium. As he turned and followed the path to his room, he was met by Mokuba who ran out of a room marked 'Control Room' to meet him.
"Big brother, that was a complete success. The team says it will be ready for full commercial usage in a week." The small boy walked along side his brother down the echoing corridor to a room not to far down the hall. On the door was a large Kaiba Corp. logo. Seto opened the door and he and Mokuba walked in, closing the self-locking door with a small thud behind him. Inside was a rather large room with a TV built into wall on one side. There was a rather comfortable looking couch in the middle that faced to TV. Below the couch was a small cut in the floor to the shape of a circle that surrounded the couch, this was so that it could turn to the other side where Seto had all his cards sitting on a table, beside it was the briefcase where he kept his deck and another one sat below the table where he kept the cards he wasn't using. Seto took a set on the couch in the middle of the room and pushed a button on the side. With no sudden movements of whirring of any gears the circular area turned smoothly to face the desk. From the roof came another screen with his deck building data, and information about himself, his deck, and a blank spot for data about his opponent. From the side of the chair, a keyboard came out that stopped above his lap. Seto smiled at how well things had been going so far.
"Mokuba, give a bonus to the engineers of this room. They have out done themselves this time." He said, sounding more generous than usual, and so he should. Seto knew that he had made a revolution in dueling, and was well satisfied with the results. He put his deck and other cards away in their respective cases and sat back in his chair where he took up the keyboard. Seto hit a button on the keyboard and closed off the program he had running. He began typing off e-mails to his men, telling them to put in place the arrangements for his next tournament to begin.
He let off a small cackle before turning to Mokuba and standing up from his seat.
"Mokuba, its time for you to go to your duelist quarters and set it up, its best you be as well prepared for this as you can. We will be staying here for now until the tournament. We have everything we need here anyway." Seto pushed a button on the back wall, and the wall lifted into the room exposing the bedroom behind it. The large king size bed, another TV on the wall, a bathroom that was about the size of all the other duelists bedrooms, and some exquisite furniture that sat around the room to make it have more of a feel of home. Mokuba left the room and Seto took a seat on the side of his new bed. He had plans to make a new tournament that would be greater than the last he had thrown. Sure battle city was and entire city in a tournament, but this time, it would be all held in this new arena he had built. The stadium was the likes of none ever seen before. On it was the large main field that he had just dueled on,, taking up the whole field, but in between that was three smaller fields that rose up 10ft into the air. They were for the early rounds, so the weak could be eliminated faster. The stadium had 70 rooms underneath. 64 of them were duelist quarters, one for each duelist, and 6 rooms for technical departments, things such as TV broadcasting, the control room, technical control and a few others. The time had grown late, since the trail duel he had just done had to be played at a late hour to prevent commotion. And that had worked smoothly too, he paid some clown off the street a few hundred bucks to duel him, got him to sign a waver and put on his new technology to make the duel a lot more life like. Giving the game a more physical aspect. Everything had worked wonders for him. Seto lay back onto his bed, the mattress absorbing the impact and proving itself to be quite comfortable. He then got himself set and called it a night, pressing a button beside the bed to close the wall between his bedroom and his preparation room.
Mokuba walked into his room. Though not as large and exquisite as his big brothers, it was still larger that the other rooms. After all, he was a Kaiba. To one side of the room was a TV in the wall, with a couch facing it and a desk in front of it. And on the other side of the room was his living area, a smaller bed than his brother was in the corner with a few things nearby he had bought from home. And a bathroom set in a corner, divided by walls the cut into the room space a little. Mokuba went into the bathroom to check it out. From the size of the walls, it appeared to hold no more that a toilet and shower. He opened the door and was shocked to see that it stretched beyond the back wall to a reasonable size. He had all the necessities he needed and all the room he wanted too. Please with the work they had done for the day, Mokuba sat as his desk. Though it was getting late, and he started looking through his cards. This was the first time Mokuba had a chance to prove himself as a duelist to the world and to his brother. He sat there for half an hour, fine tuning his deck for trail the next day, before seting it all to a side and calling it a night.
While Seto and Mokuba slept, the team they had put in charge of distributing tournament invitations started their work. Traveling around the world all night putting the invite packages on the doorstep of each duelist that Seto had selected to take part in his tournament. He had the theory that if santa could do it in 1 night, than a man who as many, many times richer than santa would have no problem. Each package sat unattended, should it be taken, the tracking device that was in it would be activated. Just another way that Seto had set out to clean the streets of Domino City and its surrounding areas of the trash that poluted it so his tournament would be made the best ever. As for the duelists who lost their packages, that was their loss, and in the eyes of Seto, it was nothing to spend time worrying on. After some time and hard work, and many jet flights, all the packages were fully delivered, and the preperations were all complete.