I'm back! And I'm introducing somebody new to the fic. He's a chap who was going to be playing a pretty minor role in this, until I discovered I love writing his lines! Drumroll, please. . . Maximillion Pegasus! Either give him a warm welcome or pelt him with rotten fruit. Your choice.

Now for the reviewers. . .

Charly and Utah: You know, Kaiba didn't actually end up watching the porn. He didn't want to get caught and ruin poor Mokuba's mind for good, you know? I hope camp's a blast!

LiLIaNjIeguRL: Do you have any idea how hard it is to type your name? Kidding. I'm glad you like my writing style; I've been writing (but never publishing) fanfics for two years now.

Yukimura Keiko (x 2): I'm glad to see you like Ishizu x Seto. There's usually quite a rivalry between Silentshippers (Serenity x Seto) and Trustshippers (this fic). And keeping them in character is my ultimate goal, since it's considerably harder to do than is expected. If I want to write Kaiba, I just think 'grumpy and/or sour' and it usually works! And I honestly can't see Kaiba making things very easy for poor ol' Ishizu. But then again, she irritates him, too, with her Millennium Necklace, so I'd say they're pretty evenly matched.

Well, that's everyone. I thought I had a lot pre-written, but I'm just whipping through the stuff. Once I run out of stuff I jotted down beforehand, updates are going to slow down dramatically. Sorry. Anyway, here's the fic!

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The next day was Saturday, so I had plenty of time to catch up on KaibaCorp work that I had neglected throughout the school week. I had just gotten into a good momentum when one of the secretaries dropped a pile of mail on my desk. One hand still tapping away on my laptop, I reached for the topmost letter. I opened it and began to scan it. I had barely read more than the first line when I dropped the note as if it was covered in poison.

"What is *this?*" I demanded the secretary, who was most of the way out of the door.

He re-entered and glanced at the envelope and letter. "Seems to be an invitation, Mr. Kaiba."

"Nitwit. I know that. But why is--he--sending me this? We *loathe* each other!" I scowled at the message as though I could vaporize it with my regard.

The secretary shrugged. "I don't know. The two companies work hand in glove. I guess he just wants to get to know you off hours. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Kaiba, I'm really behind." He rushed out of the room.

I slouched back in my chair and stared at the letter in extreme distaste. Wrinkling my nose, I picked it up and began to read it more thoroughly.

My dear Kaiba-boy, (the invitation went.) I bet you never expected to hear from me outside of our necessary business duties, did you? I can imagine you greeted this little scrap of paper with a good amount of dislike, hmm? Anyway, you're invited to a little social gathering of mine on Monday evening. I do so hope you'll attend. You might find it to be in your best interests to come. I'll be looking forward to seeing you there.

Cheers,

Maximillion Pegasus

"Pegasus," I growled. It was probably an excuse for him to steal my soul so he could continue his sick little game.

The engraved Millennium Eye symbol on the bottom-right corner of the paper seemed to glimmer with a living malice, mocking me. I covered it with the rest of the mail on my desk.

You might find it to be in your best interests to come. What did that fool mean? Probably it was some teaser to hook me so that I'd be so curious I couldn't possibly refuse to turn up. Still. . .

I picked up the phone beside my desk and dialled the chief secretary. "This is Kaiba. Do I have any appointments scheduled for Monday evening? No? Good." I hung up.

Maximillion Pegasus, this time I'll be ready for no matter what you throw my way, I vowed. Then, pushing the incident out of my mind, I continued my work. If I was to spend my time Monday evening at some ridiculous party, I wanted to be well caught up.

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I was just about to enter my car to leave for work the next morning when the mailperson arrived. She greeted me cheerily and handed over my letters. I flipped through them casually as she departed. Bills, bills, more bills, "You could win a million yen". . .but what's this? I thought.

I examined a cream envelope with the Eye of Horus engraved on the lower right-hand corner. Intrigued, I opened it.

Miss Ishizu Ishtar, (the letter read.) I would be honoured if you would join me at a social gathering this upcoming Monday evening. In a way, it would help me pay you back for the great service you did. I truly feel it would be best if you attended. I hope to see you there.

With my best regards,

Maximillion Pegasus

Now why in the name of Isis does Pegasus want me to come to a party? I wondered as I began the commute to Domino Museum. Although I *had* helped him out in the past, we didn't know each other very well. And how would a "social gathering" repay Pegasus' debt to me? I rarely attended festivities, preferring small groups of friends instead of massive amounts of people I barely knew.

I sighed. "Oh well," I commented aloud. "At least it gives me something to do besides worry about Kaiba."

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So there you are! One more update. I eventually have to go back and fix the typo in the first chapter, but that means re-uploading the whole first part, so you'll just have to live with it (if any of you even noticed!). Until the next time, always remember to give me lots of nice reviews (it makes me post faster!)! Ciao!