Thanks for the review, it was very kind. I hope to get your Jono POV asap . I'd been working on this for a while, forgive me if it's out of character but I don't know Seto's character very well. lol. This is actually quite cute...

SETO POV-

People are fools. It's true that we assume we're smart, but the ones who think their smart are obviously the ones who know the least. And the ones who know their smart... I've come to realize we're just as foolish, because even our goals in life have no meaning. Although we may have goals in our lives, after a long treacherous journey of getting to one's goal, do we feel the satisfaction we deserve?

Or perhaps it was just me that found the top was lacking; because though I was at the top, I was still only a person – and though I try to act higher – I'm still no different from those worthless bums living out on the streets. Being human can't be fixed either, so once you've reached this goal and you're at the top you finally realize you're a slave to everyone else, their wishes are what most companies produce, and they live through their idealistic version of who you are.

Too bad my life isn't ideal.

I wanted to be the best. When I was a child in the orphanage, all I wanted was to be taken home, taken out of the hell my late parents had set up for my brother and I. When we finally got out our situation hardly improved. I was taught to settle for nothing but the best, and when I got the best to throw it back and demand something better. What my so-called 'father' never knew was that his hell would come back and claim him.

It must have been quite the surprise for him when I took over Kaiba Corp. In fact, I know it shocked him. Not because I'm a genius, or because I can see though the worthless feelings of even more worthless people. No, it was because on that day, blinded by the shock he showed me what it was to lose.

That day he jumped out of the window at the top of the Kaiba Corp skyscraper. He looked at me from the head of the table at the very conference I was elected and told me "to lose is to die," and following his own foolish principle died a horrible death hitting the concrete forty stories below.

That was the day I vowed never to lose at anything in my life, for loss meant death. Thus I became the owner of the top technology and gaming company in the world, and as if that wasn't enough, my brother and I both became expert gamers. I was the top gamer in the world, known to every person young or old. My fame was short lived though; I was soon shot from where I stood at the top of the world.

A complicated situation arose, in which I'd ended up challenging some kid who wanted to 'avenge his grandfather'. I could tell he'd never dueled in his life, his strategies were weak, and he relied on luck and 'the heart of the cards'. I had him beat, but as a consequence for my own arrogance I was forced from my throne. Overnight, I became second best and this half-wit was named 'The Kind of Games'.

I tried to pay him back. He was invited to a dueling tournament and I forced him to lose by threatening to throw my life away, using my adoptive father's own principal. When he didn't kill me, I was more furious than I'd ever been in my life. I was absolutely furious – it was like he was mocking me.

After careful planning and consideration I planned more strategies, all geared towards his deck. It wasn't long before I was ready to face him again, but this time I decided it should be in the finals. So after a long road of getting to where I needed to be to face him, we finally faced off once again. And once again, I lost. Worse, I lost on live national television. Now I'm no one.

And that leaves me where I am now. Trying to get some sort of grasp on why brute force and intelligence can't stand up to what is obviously the longest case of beginner's luck there has ever been. But this lucky streak is so unreal. It defies all logic. There is a million to one – or lower – chance of this happening; of someone winning every game they play. And by some stroke of insanity, they still win when they lose.

And the 'heart of the cards', he can't just say I lost, he has to give it this deep, philosophical meaning. And it must be the most ridiculous thing I've ever been forced to believe! The idea of a loss being nothing but death made more sense than this. This, this just drives me to insanity. There is no way such a thing could exist.

Even when I put my heart into the game I failed. When it came to rescuing my brother, the one thing I had really wanted to do, I failed. I felt the value of my life leave me little by little with each passing day. And now, having been unsuccessful, I'm left with nothing. Gonzoboro Kaiba would have shot me by now.

I've given it some thought and decided though I'm a genius, out of all the fools that inhabit this world; I'm the largest one. Whether it's because I didn't listen to that little freak, or because I've overanalyzed the situation, I have become the biggest fool on this planet with all my losses to back me up.

And now, though I have no life left, though I've failed in my goals of always being the best I don't feel angry or remorseful. Only empty. I know I should be feeling something just that something is being quite illusive.

And now... Mokuba. Throughout all this he's supported me, and I always tried to be there for him like a big brother should be, but because of my company and my pride... I can't even do that. He was always so proud and so well known. Now kids are on his back because I lost, because some 16-year-old half my height beat me at what should have been my own game.

Mokuba.. if only I could be a better big brother. I sighed, sinking back into the armchair I was sitting in. My laptop was on in front of me, but I couldn't work. Not with all this on my mind, I haven't been able to work well since the end of battle city.

And to make matters worse, I could never forget that day our parents died... and I don't think he's forgotten either.

'Big Brother... What happened?' Mokuba's tone of voice was worried and distant.

'Its nothing Mokuba, Mom and Dad are going to be fine.'

'Then where are they taking us? I'm not stupid Seto. Tell me the truth!'

'Mokuba... everything will be okay,' I'd grabbed his hand to reassure him... but nothing worked. He's been persistent all his life.

'Seto, what are you talking about? Let go! What happened?'

Like every time I remembered this day the exact words I said rang through my head clearly, as if it hadn't been more than 6 years ago that this had happened. They're dead. The crash killed them.

'What? ..No! ...no,' his shoulders sagged and he'd taken his eyes from me. He should never have had to hear that. A child so young doesn't need to know death.

'Don't worry Mokuba. I'm still here. I always will be. Just like mom and dad, I'll protect you.'

'You'll never leave?'

'Never.'

'You're the best Big Brother... Thanks.'

I leaned over, resting my elbows on my desk, and my head in my hands. I told him I'd always be there for him, yet where the hell was I now? Work. Everywhere, everything, any time, it's all work. Time never used to be an issue when we were kids, not until we were adopted. Now to spend time with him is just a chore... a chore I don't find myself willing to do often enough.

"Seto?" I looked up; Mokuba had closed my laptop, and was looking over it at me. Usually I'd have been furious with him for interrupting my work, but as I thought of what I'd realized, what I'd promised so many years ago, I only sighed. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes," I replied bluntly, and as my cold gaze met his, he looked away. I shook my head. "Look at me Mokuba."

He looked up and looked as if he was about to cry. "You don't need to worry," I said reassuringly, not wanting him to get all worked up. "It's my fault. You tell me all the time you want you're brother back, and I never really took to heart what you said. I'm sorry Mokuba."

Now Mokuba's expression had turned to one of being sad and worried, to something that almost seemed stunned. "You... What are you saying?"

"That I should stop putting the company so far ahead of you. I promised I'd always be there for you, and I might as well not even be here."

"But what about the company?" Mokuba asked, looking at me like I was insane. "You can't just abandon it..."

I nodded sadly, it was true. It was just so hard to spend time together with me working constantly. "I can still try to break away from working every once in a while, there's no one here forcing me to work anymore," I felt a faint smile tug at my lips as he beamed at me, nodding and grabbing my arm like he was going to shake my hand.

"It's a deal," he said confidently before he turned to leave. "Oh, Seto?"

I stopped in the midst of opening my laptop to look at him. "Yes?"

"Thanks," he smiled once more as he stood in the middle of the room and just before he left turned to say one last thing.

"I missed you big brother."

-END-

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