Disclaimer: I dont own Yugioh

Japanese

'thoughts'


Siegfried von Schroeder paced the lobby of Kaiba Corporation impatient, folding and unfolding his arms across his pink clad,chest in a quiet rage. His light, almost white pink suit, and white puffy shirt, his long, candy pink hair screamed of richness and refinement that could only belong to the Schroeder name.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Schroeder, water perhaps?" Kaiba's secretary asked in a chipper, upbeat voice.

"You can get me Kaiba." Siegfried growled, stopping to glare at her. "I've been waiting for a half hour now."

"Mr. Kaiba is busy right now, but I'm sure he will get to you as soon as he's ready, why don't you have a seat?" She asked, a fake smiling adorning her lips. Siegfried glared but said nothing as he sat down on a plush, leather white couch, directly across from the secretary, and proceeded to cross and uncross his legs. Another five minutes passed, before the secretary finally showed Siegfried into Kaiba's office.

Kaiba looked up from his human resources departments quarterly report, before paper clipping the papers together and signing at the end of the bulky report. Finally he neatly set the papers into the a small black paper tray labeled out, and folding his arms across his chest, gave Siegfried his undivided attention.

"You made me wait for thirty-five minutes to read a report!" Siegfried ground out through clenched teeth. His fist shaking with anger, though it was hard to tell with his puffy, white dress shirt sleeve covering most of his hand.

"That's what happens when you show up to my office uninvited and unannounced, I'm a busy man, you of all people should know that." Kaiba said in that cool, arrogant way that drove so many people up the wall, as he folded his hands together impatiently. Resting his chin or intertwined fingers he looked at Siegfried visibly bored. "Are you going to get to the reason as to why you're in my office, or are just going to stand there looking stupid."

Siegfried glared, but decided to just cut to the chase, he didn't want to spend anymore time around Kaiba then he had to. "Why do you now hold the majority stock of V tech industries? Germany is mine." he bit out.

Kaiba laughed haughtily. "Germany is yours, is that so? Last I checked I owned V tech industries, which was originally owned by the Valkner sister, as I recall there are three Valkners, the sister, who was the weakest of the three owned V-tech, and her brothers owned V-illusions, and V Inc, respectively. As you know, the Valkners are the most powerful family in Germany, and they practically run the place, and now that its in their best interests to keep me happy, I'd say I own Germany. Which, come to think of it, means its in your best interests to keep me happy too, especially seeing how you are my main competition for duel monsters accessories, aren't you?" Kaiba leaned back in his chair, and propping his feet up on his desk, legs crossed, he smirked at Siegfried. "Anything else?" Siegfried didn't respond, and Kaiba laughed haughtily again. "If there is nothing else, then get you and you're bad hair out of my office."

"Actually there is something else, herr Kaiba." Siegfried growled. Kaiba raised an eyebrow as Siegfried sauntered over to Kaiba, placing his hands on either side of Kaiba, pinning him in his chair before he had a chance to move. He leaned in close to Kaiba, so close that Kaiba could feel his breath against his neck. "If you don't get out of Germany, I will destroy you, even if it destroys me, because I am sick of you, and everything you stand for. The world would certainly be a better place without you." He whispered in Kaiba's ear. He pulled back away slightly, adjusting Kaiba's tie, and rudely pretending to wipe dirt off his shoulder, Kaiba glared down at Siegfried as he pulled the handkerchief out of Kaiba's right breast pocket.

"Don't you think this is a little sophisticated for a street urchin like you?" He asked, fingering the the napkin, once again standing to his full height. Kaiba fought the urge the to stand up and punch him, but that would only prove Siegfried's point, and give him the bad publicity. Siegfried tossed the silk, navy blue handkerchief on the ground, symbolically crushing it with his feet, before clapping his hands in mock approval of Kaiba's white business suit, with navy blue tie, and slightly lighter blue button down work shirt. "There now, much better, don't you look handsome?" Siegfried said mock sweet and patronizing as he gently patted Kaiba's cheek as if he were a naughty five year old. He plastered on a fake smile and began to saunter out of Kaiba's office. He paused, flicking his long pink hair behind him, as he turned back towards Kaiba, in fake cheer. "Oh and do remember our little chat, hmm, I'd so hate for anything bad to happen to you, or that cute little brother of yours." And with that he slammed the door as Kaiba rose to his full height slamming his hands on his desk. Kaiba sat back down, willing Siegfried to drop dead right there of a heart attack. However, it only took one phone call to make him go away, no he'd promised Mokuba he wouldn't have anyone quote unquote erased anymore.

"Fa..." Kaiba muttered.

"The next word out of you mouth better not be the other f bomb." Mokuba said, causing Kaiba to jump out of his seat in shock. He clutched his chest and took a deep breath as Mokuba let out a small chuckle.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." Kaiba said glaring at Mokuba.

"I didn't sneak up on you, and what happened to warriors instinct, hm? All that martial arts training for no reason." Mokuba laughed, playfully wagging his fingers. Kaiba threw a stapler at Mokuba, who easily dodged, cracking up some more. Kaiba sat back down at his desk before arching an eyebrow and looking up at Mokuba.

"Mind telling me why you aren't in school?" Kaiba questioned.

"I ditched after first period, everyone was treating me really messed up, the moved their desks away when I sat down and stared at me like I was a freak. The teacher even let them throw paper and launch spitballs at me, so I bailed. I think everyone thinks that the video proving my innocence was fake, and that I just used my celebrity to get out of trouble, they think I actually tried to force myself on she who will not be named. Fu...freakingdrunk" Mokuba answered, running a hand through his hair. "Stephanie even said that she heard that I had raped somebody, and she just wasn't looking for that right now, whatever the heck that means."

Kaiba gave Mokuba a sympathetic smile before turning back to his work. "There are a few papers that need your signature in your office, why don't you do some work in there?"

Mokuba nodded and walked into his office, whistling before he stopped, and turned back around peeking his head through Kaiba's door, where Kaiba had was walking back to his desk after picking up his stapler.

"Hey Seto, who were you calling gay?" Mokuba asked.

"Schroeder." Kaiba replied. Mokuba snickered a devious grin on his face, Kaiba blinked and arched an eyebrow. "What, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think he likes you." Mokuba said falling to floor he was laughing so hard. Kaiba threw the stapler at him, and Mokuba closed the door, causing the stapler to hit the large, black oak door and break. Mokuba opened it again and stuck out his tongue, this time peeking in again. "He wants to jump your bones." Mokuba giggled. Kaiba leaped after him and Mokuba shut the door again, causing Kaiba to hit the door again with an ungraceful thud. Mokuba took of running, but Kaiba pulled of his white dress shoe and threw it at Mokuba, causing him to tumble over and fall flat on his face in surprise.

"That'll teach him." Kaiba muttered. Mokuba came innocently back toward his brother hands raised in a sign of defeat.

"Sorry Seto, didn't realize you were so sensitive, or is it because he's your secret lover." Mokuba said, cracking up. Kaiba glared at Mokuba, and tried to snatch him up, but Mokuba knew better and jumped backwards. "You're protesting a little too much, either you really hate him or its true, you haven't tried to put a hit out on him yet, so that must mean, you have a boyfriend." Mokuba laughed.

"Mokuba, I'm warning you..." Kaiba grit out. Mokuba just smirked.

"Raise your hand if your brothers a homo." Mokuba sang out loudly enough for everyone around them to here as he stuck his arm in the air and waved as if someone was asking who wanted a million dollars.

"You're dead." Kaiba said, tackling Mokuba to the ground, and punching him on the arm. "Get back to work." Kaiba said, slapping his brother on the back of the head. "And don't laugh at people who are gay, theres nothing wrong with it."

"This coming from someone who will use the other f word? Besides some of my friends are gay, gay for you in fact, want their number?" Mokuba laughed. Kaiba took off his other shoe, and threw it at Mokuba.

"You're the reason everyone thinks that about me you know that." Kaiba said jabbing a finger at Mokuba. Mokuba just shrugged.

"Maybe if you got yourself a girlfriend or two, people wouldn't think that." An undignified humph and a another slap to the back of the head was all Mokuba got as a reply.


Tea tied a fluffy, pink robe firmly around her waist as she lazily stepped out of the shower. Picking up her script off the night stand and slipping her feet into a pair of pink bunny slippers, she sluggishly made her way to the kitchen, and poured herself a cup of coffee in a cheery, bright yellow coffee mug. Yawning, she flipped the TV to a daytime entertainment news show, and plopped down on her couch, tucking her legs up under her body. Blowing on the coffee and taking a small sip, her eye perused her script. She had her staging and dance moves down pat, but she still seemed to mess up on the last of her lines, and with show time coming soon, there was no time to memorize. 'Not that it really matters right now, I'm only in one showing, and its not for another week in the half, besides its five lines' Tea thought, frowning, before setting her script down. She just didn't feel like working on it right now, that was the nice part about being an understudy, it wasn't as much as pressure. She turned her attention back to the screen and picking up the remote control from a small stand near the couch, she turned up the volume.

"Looks like yet another DUI for Chinese actress, duelists, martial artist, and international superstar Vivian Wong. Her pink Ferrari was pulled over early yesterday morning in the wee hours of the night on Beverly Hills Sunrise Boulevard when concerned motorists claimed they saw her car driving erratically following the opening of her new restaurant Wong's Bistro. Now local area police did respond to the call, and the starlet was arrested. However authorities tell us that she has pleaded not guilty, and is currently out on 1000 dollars bond. No word yet on a court date." The co-hostess said, her chirpy, overly perky voice clearly straining as she tried to be dramatic. Though it was incredibly hard to take her seriously when she was dressed in a pair of short shorts and a V-neck T-shirt that made her chest look like it was trying to run away from her body, practically spilling all of the way out of her shirt. Tea stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended to gag, though if it was because the girl mentioned the name Vivian Wong or because of how she was dressed she wasn't sure.

"And we do have some late breaking news..." She said pouting prettily, and clenching her hands together, while pushing her chest up with her arms. "And this is truly a tragedy, isn't that right Chuck."

"Not for me, Trixie." Her co-host laughed winking and smiling. He was dressed in a button down fire engine red shirt, with the top 4 buttons undone, and tight leather pants. His blond hair had frost tips on it, and was spiked up. "In fact its like music to my ears, that's because international sex symbol, and three time world duel monsters champion Seto Kaiba is officially out of the closet ladies and gentlemen. Outted by his own brother Mokuba Kaiba just moments ago just outside their office at Kaiba Corporation." Tea spat out the coffee she had been sipping and turned up the volume on the screen. There was no way Kaiba could be gay, could he? Mokuba wasn't liar, nor could he possibly know about her and his brother, there was just no way...maybe he was bi-sexual?

"Apparently he's in a relationship with Germany's own sexpot Siegfried von Schroeder, this footage obtained from an anonymous employee, clearly shows Schroeder getting up close and personal with Mr. Kaiba in his office." Chuck went on to say, as footage of Siegfried leaned over Kaiba, dangerously close and playing with his tie flashed onto the screen. "Now Siegfried did leave when Mokuba arrived but not long after Mokuba Kaiba was seen in the hallway shouting for his fellow co-workers to raise their hands if their brothers were homosexuals, at which point he raised his hand tall and proud."

Tea rolled her eyes and turned off the television set, smirking. They had it so wrong it was ridiculous. Mokuba was probably just being a moronic, hormonal jock, and Kaiba was probably only protesting so much because it was Siegfried, those kinds of rumors had been circulating around him for years. Just then a knock sounded at her door, grumbling under her breath she sat her coffee mug down on the small table next to the couch and stood up.

"Just a minute..." Tea called, tying her robe around herself more firmly and smoothing down her hair. The knock only got louder and Tea glared angrily at the door and stomped over to it...who could possibly be knocking at her door? Everyone she knew was at work, or in Mokuba's case, school then again he struck as the type that cut classes, frequently. She laughed silently to herself, that's how she lost her position as class representative. The knock at the door got even louder and more insistent. "I said just a minute." Tea shouted swinging open the door, when she came face to face with her visitor, however all words died on her lips as she let out a loud scream.


Mokuba leaned back in his chair so that the front two legs of the lavish, black office chair came off the ground, his white sneakers propped up on his mahogany desk, and his ankles crossed. Blowing a strand out of his face, he drummed his fingers irritably whilst reading a report from Kaiba Corps' financial department. Why he had to change into his work clothes (a navy blue suit) anyway was beyond him, shaking his head he took off his blue and white striped tie, and stuffed it in a drawer in his desk. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his silk, translucent, white collar shirt, and standing up, he looked himself up and down in his hidden floor length mirror. He pulled his hair out its neat, perfect ponytail and shook his head, letting his long, silky raven hair go wild, but not to wild, ladies liked beach like tousled hair, not a sloppy mess. Grinning in the mirror, he winked at himself.

"Much better, besides Seto needs to learn a little word called compromise." Mokuba said to no one in particular. A knock came at the door and Mokuba sighed, his appointment was here. Hiding the mirror again and opening the door he ushered yet another potential client into the room.

"Good Morning Mr. Chesterton, nice to make your acquaintance." Mokuba said, bowing respectively. Mr. Chesterton was supposedly a potentially important client (hence Kaiba's demand that Mokuba change into his work clothes) but didn't look it at all. While most of the men that came into the office were fat, balding and graying, at the same time they nevertheless were neat and maintained an aura of sophistication and power. Mr. Chesterton on the other hand was sloppy looking (his shirt was only half tucked in, his tie crooked and his comb over sticking up all over the place) and gave off an aura that was decidedly scatterbrained and meek.

"Oh, um, nice to meet you to sir." Mr. Chesterton said bowing, and then snapping up too quickly accidentally getting a crick in his neck. He winced in pain then rubbed the back of his neck.

"Come sit down, nice weather we're having, can I get you anything..." Mokuba said rambling off his list of pleasantries quickly and nonchalantly, and making his way to his seat.

"No thank you." Mr. Chesterton said, shaking his head, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Well then, shall we start?" Mokuba asked, motioning for him to sit down, when he noticed that older man hadn't taken the hint and sat down with him.

"Uh, shouldn't we wait?" He asked surprised.

"For?" Mokuba said confused, re propping his feet up on the desk and leaning back on the chair again, he folded his hands on the back of his head.

"For the vice president, Mokuba Kaiba, I was told I'd be meeting with him..." He said, looking down at the sticky note he'd made to remind himself of names and important information regarding the sell of his company, it had failed miserably (who knew no one wanted to buy edible toilet paper?) but the factory was on an important piece of land and had several pricey machines that could be converted for millions less than buying new ones to make cogs for Kaiba Corporation's duel disks, and therefore he stood to make a killing.

"Yo." Mokuba said whistling and pointing to himself after snapping his fingers.

"Are you trying to say that your Mokuba Kaiba?" He asked. Mokuba shook his head in bemusement, it was always funny when someone didn't know who he was.

"The one and only."

"But you don't look a day over 16..."

"Actually I'm 17, legal in three and a half weeks, which means college girls, and not having to worry about being pulled over for driving under the age, you know what I'm saying, sayin? Up top!" Mokuba said reaching his hand up in the air for a high five. The man gave a withering look at Mokuba, looking at the gold name plate on the exquisite black mahogany desk, the letters on which were eloquently carved in neat, perfect cursive. Surveying the room he noticed two black, leather chair with a gold base sitting on the floor in front of Mokuba Kaiba's desk, on the desk was a small bonsai tree. Pictures of Japanese art hung on the walls, and perfectly attended to trees sat on all four corners. There was a large black entertainment center/filing cabinet on the opposite side of the wall, where a flat screen TV with a screen saver of a beautiful girl sitting under a cherry blossom tree, her long ebony black hair blowing in the wind as pink leaves danced around her was on the screen. It was incredibly lifelike, almost as if you could touch her. The TV itself was hung on the wall inside the small square intended for the TV, where it was framed in a gold frame, with leaves and olive vines beautifully handcrafted into the frame. The carpet was plush and a deep crimson color, and the wall sized screen directly behind Mokuba, gave the impression that you were hovering above a beautifully lit up city, the warm hues of the sun setting in the sky bathing the city in beautiful colors the lights of the buildings adding to the amazement of it all. This office was the most beautiful office he'd ever seen in his life it was modern, artistic and refined, and nothing was out of place. Well accept for the young nuisance standing in front of him pretending to be Mokuba Kaiba, and there was no way that an office this amazing belonged to someone like him.

"Look if it helps I'll hand you my business card." Mokuba said rolling his eyes, he suddenly felt uncomfortable as if the old man was appraising him or something. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a business card and pinching it delicately on either corner, he bowed politely.

"Thanks." Mr. Chesterton said, spitting his gum out into it, and balling it up and throwing it away in the black wastepaper basket outside the hallway. Mokuba flushed with anger, at least if he was going to do business with a Japanese company he could've learned the number one rule, treat all the business cards handed to you with the utmost respect! He just spat gum on his name, and if you spit on someone's name, it was like spitting on them.

"Look here you greasy, old...fart, I don't know who you think you are, but you just lost yourself 20 million dollars!"

"Look kid, you're not fooling anyone so give up the act."

"I am Mokuba Kaiba! What just because I'm not a shriveled up carcass like you, that automatically means I can't be successful? Me and my brother didn't claw our way up to the top to have some cocky butterball like you belittle us. "

"My brother and I." He corrected, Mokuba let out a snarl and was about to punch the man in the face, when he blew out a breath and calmed himself down.

"Look I'm having a bad day, so don't make me take it out on you, lets just get on with the stupid meeting, and I'll try to forget our little discrepancy." Mokuba ground out.

"Misplaced aggression is not a sign of true leadership, and that a person like you, maintains, and decorates a room like this is preposterous." Chesterton replied coolly. Mokuba's eye twitched, his fist shaking with rage. "Furthermore..." Chesterton replied, when Mokuba spun around and punched the guy in the face, then grabbing a red marker out of his jacket, he wrote the word rejected on the guys forehead. Mokuba stood up to his full height over the guy, and smirked.

"I'm sorry sir, but we regret to inform you that Kaiba Corporation has decided not to approve the buyout of your company at this time, please send all inquires to our complaint department between the hours of 9am and 5pm, Monday through Friday." Mokuba recited the rejection letter sent out word for word. "Sincerely Seto Kaiba, Founder, Chairman, President and CEO, and Mokuba Kaiba Vice President and CFO, and in case you're wondering that last one is me, bitch!" Mokuba shouted, about to hit the guy again when his fist was suddenly stopped.

"What's the problem here." Kaiba said, walking in after seeing a herd of employees peeping through the door at Mokuba, and this time they weren't all women, nor just Robert from Human Resources.

"Why don't you ask him?" Mokuba pointed an accusing finger as Chesterton stood up, finally smoothing down his hair as if Mokuba had messed it up. Mokuba made a move like he was going to punch him, and Chesterton squeaked and flinched, shrinking backwards. Mokuba smirked.

"The problem is I'm being made a fool of by your Vice President's personal assistant, whilst your vice president is off gallivanting with who knows who." He shouted. "Furthermore, this delinquent..."

"What do you mean delinquent, why you no good son of a..." Mokuba shouted making a move for him, Kaiba raised an hand and Mokuba stopped.

"Mokuba that's enough." Kaiba ordered.

"No Seto its not enough, this butt munch here ..."

"I'm sorry did you just say Mokuba?" Chesterton suddenly interrupted. Kaiba spun around on his heels.

"Yes I did, you see Mr. Chesterton, this is my brother and he just also happens to be the Vice President of this company, now you have five seconds to get out of my building before I personally escort you out." Kaiba threatened.

"You must be joking, how was I supposed to know..."

"Its called research, and your already down to 2."

"But..." Chesterton stammered. Kaiba took a step forward and Chesterton began making his exit."Fine but you'll be hearing from my lawyer..."

"Yeah, well don't let the door hit you on the way out, and you better not let me see your butt again, because I don't play around, I'm from the streets!" Mokuba shouted, kicking the poor guy on his rear end after he left. Chesterton ran out the door.

"I did all your fighting for you." Kaiba said incredulously, turning towards Mokuba.

"Yeah I know, but if you say that you are from the streets, everyone assumes that because you were poor you learned how to fight...you see I don't fight with this..." he said holding up his hands, "I fight with this." Mokuba said pointing to his brain.

"Oh please, if you were using that good head on your shoulders you wouldn't have taken off your work clothes, where is your tie, hm? Why is your shirt unbuttoned?" Kaiba said, grabbing Mokuba shirt and buttoning it back for him. Mokuba rolled his eyes and grabbed his tie out of his drawer, putting it back on.

"How is anyone supposed to have any respect for you when you're dressed like that, and pull your hair back, or a least groom it." Mokuba frowned and pulling a rubber band off the rubber band ball on his desk tied it back up.

"Happy?" Mokuba gritted out

"Look I know its a pain in the butt, but I'm dressed in a suit too, you know." Kaiba said motioning towards his outfit. Mokuba snorted and Kaiba rolled his eyes.

"Look I'm going home early, so you man the fort down here, I'd have Roland do it but he called in sick, it shouldn't be too much trouble its a slow day, theres some reports on my desk that need to be reviewed and sent over to research and development and theres some paperwork that needs to signed, I've already submitted some adjustments to the blueprints, but if the automatic launch sequence for the new K vision game system still needs some work just have them send it up to me tomorrow. Oh and there's a meeting with the Tysons at 3:00, the Powers at 4:00 and you may be able to squeeze in Industrial Illusions at 4:30 if not then call and reschedule,and don't worry about calling in at the last minute, Its not like Pegasus will mind, if he doesn't want me to sell all of my stock from V tech at once and buyout his company that his." Kaiba said slyly. "Oh and one more thing, I need you to pull an overnighter with Briggs and re-alphabetize my files, I'd do it myself, but like I said I need to head home early. Okay thanks." Kaiba said trying to duck out quickly.

"Why?" Mokuba said confused. Kaiba got caught off guard and coughed and cleared his throat to buy time.

"I just, haven't slept in about four days and my head is killing me." Kaiba replied, his voice low. It was an outright lie, but he wanted to spend some time with Tea now that the whole Mokuba being arrested fiasco was over, and since Mokuba wasn't in class anyway, and wouldn't be out anywhere for awhile (he may not have hurt anybody, but he did drink under the age, again.) it was the perfect opportunity.

"All right Seto."

"Did you get all that?" Kaiba asked.

"Yep, sleep well."

"Thanks. See you probably tomorrow then. Come home safely, bye." Kaiba said, walking off to his office, grabbing his coat and passing by Mokuba's office again, heading down the elevator and out the building. Mokuba waited for a few minutes, for his brother to be totally gone. Once he was sure that Kaiba was gone, he paged Walter, his own right hand man.

"I need you to do this stuff for me." Mokuba said tossing a tape recording he had secretly started as soon as heard his brother was leaving the office. "I'm going home, deuces." He said holding up the peace sign and leaving, taking off his tie, letting his hair loose and unbuttoning the top three buttons of shirt. He decided to see what Tea was doing, he hadn't talked to her in a while.


Sorry about the long wait, but I didn't really have Internet access so I couldn't post anything until, I got back on campus. But I'm back and regular updates should resume :) Expect a new chapter sooner than a month however, because I got about a 1/4 of the next chapter already written, I'm pretty busy with work right now (I got a new, better job YAY!) but I'll try to get it up soon.