Hey! This is an extremely random chapter about Seto. It pokes fun at him time and time again. Sorry! I really like him and all, but he is so easy to make fun of! Well, as for the little contest, Aisha with Issues and Junko the Lost personally told me some things. Aisha said there is no plot and the ending should be where they all die. It's a suggestion! Junko answered, also, that there is no plot and that it can really end. Ummmm ... thank you! There is a plot and I still don't know how it will end (they 0might0 all die) so give suggestions. RRE!

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Seto sat on his over sized porch. The expansive lush green lawn rolled under the clear sky. His gaze was beyond that, though. He was staring at a girl standing on the sidewalk. Her plaid dress, flowing in the wind, was only a speck in the distance from Seto's perch. The girl leaned against Seto's black bar fence as she set up a table and chair. With a flat glunk, a cooler became the only item on the table besides an illegible sign.

Seto's curiosity flared. He stood up and strolled over to his limo. The driver rested beside the car. /Drive me down to see what criminal activity that girl is doing on my sidewalk,/ Seto stated. Positioned comfortably in his oversized car seat, they slowly began to descend down the driveway's path. Out the windows, he saw the sculpted bushes in likeness of himself casting shadows onto the grass. His house and lawn were at least 100 times bigger than anyone's on the street ... or tri-state area. It took them 10 minutes just to drive to the front gate. Seto turned his attention back forward. All the sudden, Mokuba popped out from out of nowhere.

/Hi, Seto!/ Seto yelled and nearby fell out of his seat.

/What are you doing here?/ Seto said, trying not to freak out on his little brother.

/I just wanted to see where you were going./ He gave Seto his best puppy eyes and pouty lip. /We were supposed to play today./

/I am on business now./

/What, are you going to go bother that little girl on the sidewalk?/

/No .../ Seto answered. Mokuba giggled. The limo stopped at the front gate next to the girl. Seto opened the door and walked over to her with a business stance. The sign now clearly read, "Lemonade: 10 cents," in sloppy, 5-year-old writing.

The girl looked up at Seto and weakly asked, /Want some lemonade?/

/Ah, so your trying to compete with my company, eh?/ he replied. /Well, I'll show you./ Seto was obviously threatened that the little child's stand might challenge his multi-million dollar corporation. He drew out a wad of hundreds from his pocket. Licking a finger to flip through it, he said, /How much to buy your crappy operation?/ She just stared blankly back at him. /Will $1000 be enough? Huh? Little ...erm... thing? I am trying to make a business deal with you!/

Seto did not understand the immense power of a 5-year-old mind. Mokuba hopped out of the car and approached the two. He looked up at his frustrated brother and then to the girl. With a wave of his hand, a cherry red Popsicle appeared. The girl squeaked with glee. She grabbed it and quickly skipped out of sight. /You're welcome,/ Mokuba taunted before going back to the limo.

The company business owner grumbled and sat down on the chair's plastic. He gestured for the limo to leave. The driver looked confused but took off anyway. Seto's knees jutted out over the 2-foot high stand. He just did not look right behind it.

He spent the next several hours hounding cars that passed by while parading back and forth. The lemonade's price steadily rose from 10 cents to $15. He claimed it was the best, and only, around. That is, until a boy set up down the block. He had cheap, generic lemonade for a mere 15 cents. The boy sat with a proud grin on his face as he awaited customers. Seto glared down the curb at him and the boy nervously glanced back occasionally. Every few moments, Seto picked up his table and moved it a foot or two towards the 'enemy'. The unsuspecting child continued to look forward. After a half an hour, Seto's stand was only several feet from his. He maintained a scowl as he mumbled something out of the corner of his mouth.

/Hey, kid. You better get out of here. I am the big business around here now./

/But, I want a lemonade stand!/ the boy protested. Seto stood up and walked over to his booth, picked it up, and threw it over the barred fence. The boy immediately broke in a high-pitched cry. With his fist rubbing his eye, he ran off yelling that he would tell his Mommy about the big mean man. Seto sat back down and smiled with satisfaction.

Over the next several weeks, Seto spent all his time promoting his 'miracle' lemon drink. Kaiba Corp's stocks went down from neglect. Commercials began to run starring Yuugi at first, then it changed to Mokuba. Yuugi just showed up one day and Seto decided to use him to hold up the slogan poster during the airing. He, unfortunately, drank some of the lemonade used for the campaign and became a hyper bouncing object. It took several people (and a couple shots of morphine) to subdue him. So, Mokuba took over. Although, that was not much better. He refused to do the commercial without his feather hat and red feather boa. In the end, the whole skit was just of Seto glaring at the camera in anger while Mokuba kept saying, /drink Kaiba-ade! It's deeee-licious!/ Seto paid a fortune to have the ad shown every 10 minutes on TV. Kaiba-ade sales instantly went down the tubes.

Seto returned to Kaiba Corp a bit disappointed with his failure. The mansion's basement now contained 3,000 cases of lemonade. He sat again on his porch with a wine glass of Kaiba-ade. Then, he saw something. A kid stood on the curb with a sign offering car washes. Seto smirked.

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Man, it is hard to have Seto and humor at the same time. I hope you enjoyed it! I only have 3 chapters left, unless I GET IDEAS FROM REVIEWS!!!! (Sits at computer with puppy eyes and pouty lip). Arigato until next time...