~Chapter 1~

Intense blue eyes, with an edge of insanity and obsession watched the screen of the computer. The owner of the eyes put a single sheet of paper on his desk, then moved the mouse over a button. With a tiny smile, he hit delete.

The screen went blank. After a moment, the eyes shifted away to look at the paper again. The owner sat back in his seat and cackled.

Not long after all the echoes had died away the door to the room opened and a young face peeked in.

"Get the bodies and do something with them."

"Yes sir." The other boy hesitated. "Should I send them home, or...?"

"I don't care. Just get them out of my building. And get my brother." The door started closing. "And arrange for me to visit all the juvenile detentions in the area."

"Yes sir," the other boy said in a faint voice as the door closed.

The owner of the blue eyes turned his chair to look out at the city outside his office. His city, now. It was all his. He rose, seeing his father's face in the glass. Seeing the faces of the five who had thought to use him to gain power for themselves.

"You thought I'd fail," he said softly, the insanity burning in his blue eyes. "I showed you. You were the one who failed, father. I have everything you wanted. You're right where I want you now. This world will be MY paradise."

"Niisama," came a small, hesitant voice from the doorway.

The blue eyes one turned to give a rare soothing smile to his younger brother, who had never seemed to fit in. He walked closer and closed the door behind the smaller boy.

"Mokuba," he said, blue eyes looking down into nervous dark grey eyes - eyes that only gained confidence when playing the simulated war or government games his brother made him. "You might get to go to America."

"No!" Mokuba gripped his brother's sleeve. "I want to stay with you, niisama!"

The older brother sighed. "Not even if it's to help me consolidate my power?"

"Do I have to? Can't it be someone else?" Mokuba begged, tears in his eyes. "I want to be with niisama, like we promised!"

The blue eyes had grown comforting. "Perhaps it's best. I'll find someone else."

"Gomen, niisama," the younger boy said softly, looking down.

"Don't worry, Mokuba," the older brother said, carrying the younger to the window. "It's all ours now."

Silently, he crowed his triumph to the faces in the glass.