'She said "want to",' Seto thought, 'but I think it's probably expected.'

He didn't look in Luka's direction because he knew that she must be looking pointedly at him. However, a girl sitting by Susan raised her hand.

"Thank you!" Luka exclaimed. "What's your name, hon?"

"I'm Amy," she said quietly. She had wide blue eyes and wore a baggy black sweater that fell almost to her knees. Her jeans were somewhat tight and had flared cuffs, but they didn't flatter her very thin figure.

"Good morning, Amy," the group chorused.

"So who told you about us, Amy?" Luka asked, hoping to comfort the girl into openly talking with them.

"My friend's brother went here awhile ago. He told me about you all."

"Really?" Luka asked, smiling interestedly. "What's his name?"

"Jericho," Amy replied, looking up for what might have been the first time. Pleased recognition sounded from the group.

"I love Jericho!" Luka exclaimed. "He helped build this program, two years ago. He's away at college now, but he still comes to visit sometimes."

Amy nodded, smiling a little.

"We'll share testimonies near the end of today, and you can go if you want, Amy," Luka said warmly. "I know there's another newbie. Seto, don't be shy."

Joey looked up in partially disguised disdain as this name was said. Seto nodded, looking up and speaking for the first time.

"My name's Seto Kaiba," he started, trying to make his voice sound unaffected.

"Good morning, Seto," the group chorused. A slight buzz of recognition sounded now, also. However, there was a bit of confusion mixed in.

"Are you, like, the Seto Kaiba?" a girl across from him asked excitedly.

"The one with KaibaCorp and stuff?" the boy beside her added.

"Actually, I am," Seto replied through his teeth, extremely uncomfortable at having been put on the spot.

Again, Luka intervened.

"Calm down guys. You're freaking him out. And you know that's my job."

The laughter that ensued alleviated the situation.

"So how did you hear about us, Seto?" Luka asked, receiving the donuts holes and taking out a glazed one before passing them to the boy on her left.

"My little brother gave me a brochure that his school counselor passed out," Seto replied, looking around the circle awkwardly. He saw Joey nod a little and almost smile grimly despite his disdain, as though not surprised that this was Mokuba's doing.

"Well, same goes for you, Seto," Luka said, "I mean, about the testimony. We usually have one of our veterans go first, so it won't be too awkward. We all have nametags, so don't be afraid to call us by name if you need us."

"Yeah, Luka. Which is kind of lame on weeks we don't have any new people," the boy on her left, whose nametag said 'Derrick' commented. Luka rolled her eyes again.

"Just ignore him. It's open forum time! How was everybody's week at school?"

A few 'good's were heard, as well as few sighs of frustration. Luka nodded knowingly.

"High school sucks sometimes, guys. That's why it's a big deal when you finally graduate. How many seniors do we have this year?"

A few hands went up. Derrick, a girl named Christie, and a short boy that sat somewhat out of the circle.

"That's exciting! You all have to come back and visit. As many of you know, I'm graduating from Domino Tech School this year."

Cheers and applause sounded.

"Yeah, I know. It's really exciting. You all need to come, because all my colleagues are like fifty and they all have teenage kids coming. I'd feel kinda lame. And none of them like my pink hair, either."

Derrick put his arm around Luka.

"They're just jealous," he assured. "It's freakin' awesome."

"Thank you, Derrick," Luka smiled. "And don't any of you worry – they'll still let us meet here once I've graduated. But really. Who has a story from this week that they wanna share?"

No hands went up.

"You guys are asleep this week. There's coffee down there, you know," Luka said.

"We've all had coffee," Christie said, sighing. Luka stood up.

"Then I think we need a game."

A chorus of loud sighs were heard. The boy beside Seto leaned over to him and whispered, "Luka's games are a little bit scary."

Seto wasn't sure if he wanted to play a scary game.

"I think we could start with a game of 'trust'. Find a partner, folks."

Laughing and scrambling for their friends, the groups formed. Joey was with Zell, and Christie teamed up with Amy.

"Wanna be partners?" the boy that had whispered to Seto earlier asked. His nametag said 'Jack'.

"I actually think I'll just sit this one out," Seto replied, not really making eye contact. Jack shrugged, looking a little put-off.

"Suit yourself."

Seto watched the game with a bizarre, unattached feeling. It wasn't too scary, it mostly seemed dumb. They'd take turns falling backward and letting their partner catch them. On one occasion, Zell stepped out of the way. Joey probably would have hit the floor if Luka hadn't been standing nearby, presumably waiting for this kind of situation from those two.

"Zell, you really are defeating the purpose, honey," she grunted, pushing Joey back to his feet and trying not to laugh.

"Sorry, Luka. You know he deserved it."

"I don't doubt it," Luka replied. "But that's not the point. There's this whole ulterior motive to the game that has something to do with you guys learning to trust, and that might be a little screwed if Wheeler here cracks his head open."

The group laughed again, and Amy even giggled a little tentatively. Seto, however, sat stationary, his arms crossed. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want Joey to be here, and he didn't want to play this game. Luka must have noticed his reticence, but she knew better than to push him.

The game dissolved now, and the teens were just talking amongst themselves.

Seto again refrained, feeling as though he had little to say to any of them. He had pretty much had it. He was so far above this. Joey, however, had pretty much had it as well. He walked over, sitting in a chair across from Seto.

"Hey, just because you're some huge badass celebrity doesn't give you the right to shove the rest of us off, you know."

Seto shrugged.

"I never said it did."

"Oh yeah?" Joey asked. "You know what people are saying, don't you? Some of them think you're just here to shove all of your money and all in our faces. I don't know why you're here, exactly, but I know you well enough to know that there's some secret motive. Like hell you're actually here for the meeting."

Seto gave him a disgusted look.

"Well I think we all know you're not here to flaunt your cash, Wheeler."

Joey was fuming. He stood up.

"No, actually, I'm here because my dad's an alcoholic in denial and I've put up with his crap for the last ten years. I'm over it now, but I want to help people that aren't."

Seto was slightly shocked, but he was too angry to let this affect his game.

"Well, Joey, has it occurred to you that I don't give a damn what any of you think? Any second I want to, I could walk out and my convertible would be waiting for me outside. I could go back to my life and forget about all of you."

"Well then," Joey said, smiling icily. "Why don't you?"

Seto reacted the way he generally did when he had been backed into a corner.

"Mind your own business, Wheeler, and let me take care of mine."

"Reject" – Green Day

Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth
Stop flattering yourself
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Sucking up your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type

What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told
So listen up and shut the hell up
It ain't no big deal
And I'll see you in hell
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Falling from grace, right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've gone.