Kaiba leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. Outside, the sun was setting, turning the light across his office gold. On his desk sat the newest addition to his card collection—Blue Eyes White Dragon. Another one. That made all of them.

"Now," said Kaiba to himself. "If only this weren't a completely pointless achievement."

The intercom on his desk buzzed, and his secretary's voice came through it, "Mr. Kaiba, there are two angry young men here to see you."

Kaiba frowned. "Do they look like they're part of the Yakuza?"

"No, sir," answered his secretary after a slight pause.

"Oh. Send them in, then," Kaiba said, leaning back in his chair again. After a moment, the door opened and a flustered Yuugi with Ryou in tow charged into the room.

"Kaiba!" yelled Yuugi shaking with rage. "You stole my grandpa's favourite card!"

"Well, then, he shouldn't have made it so easy to take," Kaiba said.

"He has a point, there, Yuugi," murmured Ryou.

"Don't say that to my sex kitten!" said the Pharaoh to Ryou. "You're supposed to be on his side!"

"How do you figure?" asked Ryou blandly.

"If I had an actual hand, I'd smack you," the Pharaoh responded, lifting his hand threateningly.

"Kaiba!" screamed Yuugi, tears in his eyes. "I will not forgive you for this!"

"Okay," said Kaiba simply.

"What…? That's all?" said Yuugi in a slightly deflated voice. "I mean—you're loosing my friendship forever, you know."

"I don't want it anyway."

"…really? Er—no. You're just saying that because you want to pretend you're not hurt by this," said Yuugi. "You're keeping up appearances. I know how it is with you tough guy types."

"I assure you," said Kaiba evenly. "I honestly have no want of your friendship. Ever."

Yuugi frowned. "Why not?"

"You're short, and you smell like old people," Kaiba told him.

"I live with my grandpa," Yuugi said. "And I was malnutritioned as a child."

"Malnutrioned? In a first-world country?" asked Ryou, raising an eyebrow.

Yuugi shrugged. "My parents thought it was funny to feed me nothing but popsicles for the first year and a half of my life."

"Fascinating," said Kaiba dryly. He stood. "Now, this has been just wonderful, but I have to get to a meeting."

"Oh, already?" said Yuugi, disappointment evident in his mesmerizing-ly enormous eyes. "We just got here."

"I have a lot of meetings," Kaiba said, picking up his briefcase. "I run this business, you know. Because, unlike you, I've made something of my life."

"That must be nice," murmured Ryou.

"Oh, it is," said Kaiba as he passed them. He opened the doors and disappeared beyond them.

Yuugi and Ryou stared at the closed door for a moment, each pondering just how nice it might be to have made something of their selves. After sometime, Yuugi's already dangerously wide eyes widened. "Ah, crap!" he said, stomping his foot. "I forgot to get revenge!"

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A/N: I cannot apologize enough for how long this has taken and how short it is. I've been feeling rather uninspired about this chapter, whilst devoting the bulk of my writing time to an original work. However, I'm really touched so many of you seem to like this. Know it means a lot to me when you review or set this to alerts or favourites. You guys rock. …except you, there—the one with the coke can next to your monitor. You suck.

All the rest of you are made of win.