Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad you guys are enjoying it.

Now, in order to make this plot work I had to make Capsule Monsters canon...I didn't want to...honest! T.T

Ally of Justice Kaibaman

Chapter 4

Mokuba sat across from Seto in the Limo as it crawled through the morning traffic; he had his Palm Pilot in his hand and happily worked on it, reviewing the notes for an upcoming meeting with another gaming company...until it crashed.

"NO!" The younger Kaiba stabbed the screen – because that always makes it work...NOT! – and stared helplessly at a half typed word. Technology sucked.

Seto looked up from his laptop. "What happened?"

"It's crashed! The notes for this mornings meeting are on here and it's CRASHED!"

Seto held out his hand and gestured for the device; he noted the work his Brother had been doing and did not want to risk loosing it by forcing the Pilot to restart, and without the leads, he couldn't connect it to the laptop to fix it. In short, he was stumped.

"There's a computer place there, let's go in and see if they can fix it," Mokuba exclaimed while swiping the device back, and was climbing out of the vehicle before Seto could protest; so, with a sigh, the elder Kaiba followed.

"This is stupid," Seto muttered as they entered Computer Service Station and glanced at the various accessories. "I can do it when we get to the office."

"I don't have the lead for it; these guys will, and if they can't fix it, I'll buy another one and then you can do it," Mokuba whispered and pressed the service bell on the counter. A middle-aged man with dark hair, wearing a red cotton shirt and slacks, stepped out from the back with a smile.

"Good morning, how can we help you today?"

Mokuba placed the Palm Pilot on the counter carefully, as though it would explode if he didn't. "It crashed, please fix it without loosing anything!"

The man carefully studied it and scrunched up his nose; his expertise was computers, printers and old laptops, modern technology was a little out of his depth. He poked his head through the door. "Joey! Come take a look at this." He looked to Mokuba with a smile. "This kid is good with these things, it's in good hands," he assured.

"Yeah, Mark?" Joey stepped out, dressed in the same red shirt and blue jeans, and smiled at the younger Kaiba. "Hey, kid, what brings you here?"

"Fixit!" He pointed to his treasure. "Fixit! Fixit! Fixit!"

Joey chuckled and took it from Mark. "No problem, but why can't your Brother do it?"

"He insists the peasants should try it first," Seto stated while studying the back of a graphics card box with distaste.

"I'll see what a mere mortal, such as myself, can do for you – oh mighty Money Bags," Joey shot sarcastically and earned a jab in the ribs from Mark. "It's ok, I'll handle this." He watched the older man leave and ducked under the counter for a second; coming back with a clear plastic bag with a lead inside. It took him a few seconds to connect to the computer and whistled while he waited.

"I guess you're having a better day today." Mokuba grinned, which fell when the blonde ceased his tune.

"Not really. Turns out my Dad got himself caught up in something and..." He finished with a shrug.

"I'm sorry, Joey, are you alright?"

"Yeah." The blonde glanced at the older Kaiba to see his reaction, and wasn't surprised to see his expression hadn't changed. "It was a shock when Tristan told me, but, in the end, he got what was coming to him. I'm not going to cry about it." He shrugged again and began tapping away. The screen of the Pilot flashed and Joey lightly poked at it. "There, all done."

Mokuba stared at it, like a small child getting the gift he'd always wanted for Christmas. "And you didn't loose my work! You're the best – after Seto, of course," he corrected himself.

Seto grunted and reached into his jacket; Joey held up his hand to stop him. "Your money is no good here. It was a quick job, we don't charge for that."

"If you insist." He nodded and studied the other boy, realising that he looked like a shell of his former, happy-go-lucky, self.

"Meeting in ten minutes, Seto," Mokuba reminded him, and snapped him out of his daze.

"Right. Goodbye." Seto spun and marched to the door.

"Bye, Joey, thanks for fixing this!" Mokuba called behind him as he jogged to catch up.

Joey smiled and waved. Once the door closed, the arm fell and the smile fell with it.

-Spinning Mokuba Head Scene Change!-

Despite having sat through thousands of meetings, even Seto Kaiba had to admit they were boring. This particular meeting took the piss; the presentations were dull, the conversations lacked enthusiasm – it was as though these people no longer had a flair for games, and yet they felt the need to waste his time.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Mokuba saw this and cleared his throat to grab the four men's attention. "I'm sorry, but this isn't going to work," the younger Kaiba sighed.

"I'm sorry?" One of the men slowly stood. "What do you mean?"

"You're wasting my time," Seto stated bluntly and stood, feeling a twinge of pain from his wound. "I'm getting the feeling that your ambition is lacking and therefore has affected the standards of your pitch. In short, you're boring me."

"But Mr. Kaiba!" they began to protest.

Seto straightened his blue tie, something he did as he was preparing to storm out in a style befitting an egotistical CEO, when Mokuba clutched his arm and whispered hurriedly in his ear; he glanced down at the growing red stain on his white trouser leg. "I have another meeting to prepare for." He set the full force of his icy glare on them. "You know where the door is."

The pair watched the men leave and Seto slumped tiredly into his seat. "You should go home and rest, Bro, I can watch the company," Mokuba assured with a worried tone.

"I'm fine, but thank you anyway." He ran his hand through his hair and barely heard his Brother saying he'd get a first aid kit; he let his mind wander and found himself thinking of Joey. The other boy looked tired, pale and his eyes lacked that...something, the thing that made the Mutt, the Mutt. However, there was something else there...something different.

"I'm glad it was just a graze, Seto, but I'm worried that one day it will be something more." Mokuba looked up from tending the wound and studied his Brother; the way his jaw set and his brow crease. "Are you thinking about Joey?"

"What?" Seto's eyes snapped to him. "Why would I be thinking about that Mutt?"

Mokuba grinned. "Your brow creases a certain way when you do. Are you worried about him too?"

The elder Kaiba snorted. "Of course not."

Mokuba just smiled.

-Spinning Mokuba Head Scene Change!-

Joey suddenly found himself back at his apartment; the last thing he remembered was getting into his car to go on his lunch break, how had he ended up back at his place? Moreover, why was he holding four bulging plastic bags?

Frowning, he dropped the bags and marched into the bathroom, glaring at the figure in the mirror. "What did you do now?"

"What? I can't go shopping?"

"Who did you hurt?" he demanded. "What did you steal?"

"No one and nothing," the figure frowned. "I can be quite charming when I want to be, the girl at the counter even gave me her number, and it's all paid for." It finished with a smile.

Joey placed his hands on the wall, on either side of the mirror. "Yeah...I'll take your word for it – for now – but let's finish off this mornings conversation. Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"If you're going to be insistent, fine. Remember that little trip you took to the world of Capsule Monsters?" It watched Joey nod. "Well, you fused with your favourite monster, right? I helped you do that. As for who I am...let's go with the name Red, ok? Short for Red Eyes Black Dragon."

The blonde shook his head in disbelief and took a step back. "No, no Yugi...Yugi destroyed the Blade of Chaos!"

Red waggled his finger. "Not all of me; there's always been a part of me living inside of you, feeding off your despair. I'm now strong enough to be more of an influence on you."

"So...you killed my old man?" Joey ran his hands through his hair and sat on the edge of the bathtub. "How could you!"

"I did you a favour, blondie!" Red snapped. "That worthless piece of shit was sucking you dry and you know it! I gave you an escape, you should be thanking me." Red watched him cover his ears and shake his head with his eyes squeezed shut.

Whether you like it or not, I'm all you've got. Red's voice echoed in Joey's mind. The blonde dared to open an eye to look at him. "It's just me and you, kid."

"That's not true." He slowly stood again. "I have Tristan and Mokuba."

Red laughed. "Oh please; that big dope is too busy writing parking tickets and the kid helps his Brother run a business – they don't have time for a useless punk like you, but me...I have all the time in the world." He placed his hand against the mirror. "Just you and me, Joey, that's all you need. I can't ever leave you, so you'll never be alone again."

Joey bit his lip and considered Red's words. Tristan was too busy with work to spend time with him, and Mokuba was a big shot now – why would he spend his free time with a computer repair guy when he could be partying? He placed his hand over Red's and swallowed the lump in his throat. "What's in the bags?"

"You rest." Red smiled and looked at Joey in the mirror. "I'll take care of things out here, ok?"