Days passed and the Kaiba brothers were in Seto's office. Mokuba was watching the news on the big screen television there and Seto was going through some statistics on his laptop when the phone rang.

"Mister Kaiba," the agitated voice of Roland came through the speaker. "Some guy just ran in, before our security could stop him."

"Show me the video images," Seto calmly commanded. "And what elevator is he going to?"

In a moment the security images appeared on his screen as he listened to Rolands explanation of what happened. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the man in the images.

"It's alright, let him come to my office."

Mokuba looked at his brother, puzzled. This was not the response he had expected. On the other side of the phone, Roland was also looking surprised, but he relayed the order to the security staff and directed them to Kaiba's office, so they could intervene when necessary.

It wasn't long before the door slammed open and a young man with short red hair came rushing in, an angry look in his grey eyes. He walked over to the desk, bend over and grabbed Seto's collar.

"You're going to far! The last time we met you were constantly saying that you changed Kaiba Corporation, that you didn't want to have anything to do with your step-father. That you were different, that your company was different! I believed you, Kaiba! And now…"

Seto grabbed Alisters hand and pulled it from his clothing. "What in the world are you talking about, Alister? Kaiba Corporation isn't the same as you know it, I explained that to you. It's not my fault your little brother died in some war with weapons created by my step-father!"

"So you say." Alisters hand formed a fist. "And I actually believed that. But this proves how wrong I was to believe that. You have no intention to change!"

"And what do you base this nonsense on? We're a gaming company! I have no intention to carry on my step-fathers work. I destroyed his research facilities and factories!"

"Then why is your company launching a virtual game featuring all the KC weapons and tanks?"

Seto stared at him, he knew for sure they weren't launching such a game. He shot down that idea in the meeting and nothing could be created without his approval.

"Nonsense, I would know such a thing."

"Don't try to deny it, the word is out on the street."

Seto's icy blue eyes narrowed again. "I never gave the approval for such an idea. Better yet, I clearly stated we would never come out with a virtual war game."

He grabbed the phone and dialed a number, ignoring the angry Alister in front of his desk.

"Who are you calling?" Mokuba inquired, carefully watching Alister and moving towards his brother.

"Melissa, who else?"

Mokuba looked up to his brother, another puzzled look on his face, but then he nodded. Of course he would call the head of the PR-department. There would be need of a press conference sooner or later and she needed to know about rumours that could damage their reputation. Or actually, she should have informed them about such rumours.

When the phone was picked up by Melissa, Seto immediately began to speak.

"Melissa, why haven't you told me people think we're coming out with a virtual war-game featuring the weapons created by my step-father?"

"Because this is the first I hear about that, mister Kaiba. Are we coming out with such a game?"

"We're not," Seto grumbled in the phone. "You know my view on the matter."

"I do, mister Kaiba. Give me some time to figure out what is going on."

"You've got an hour." Seto hung up and brought his attention back to Alister, who was still looking angrily at him. "I'll look into the matter. Thanks for pointing it out and go home."

"You can't just sent me away like that," the red-haired teen grumbled as he slammed his hands on the desk. "After all that's been said and done on that plane…"

"I can and I will! Just like the last time you refuse to listen to me, you just want an excuse to be angry with me, because of what happened to your little brother, because of the name I carry. I will prove that you are wrong again, Alister. Trust me."

Alister looked at Seto, his cold, grey eyes examining him. Then he straightened his back and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Very well, Kaiba. Proof it to me." With this, he left the office.

Seto's elbows were resting on the desk, his chin resting against his hands and he watched Alister leave.

I will prove it to you, Alister. To you and everyone else. Kaiba Corporation is better then it once was.