Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. If it was, I'd be as rich as Seto Kaiba himself. (Well, probably not, but you get the idea…)
Summary: Kaiba's Delivery Service… Whatever the damage, we won't deliver your package… so screw me. Just try it.
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Kaiba's Delivery Service
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Kaiba's Delivery Service…Guranteed to get there faster than a Blue Eyes on speed.
No. That didn't work, either.
Kaiba Seto lazily clicked the mouse, bored stiff of this latest complaint about his little brother's new enterprise. It was a disaster! Why on earth had he agreed to this? Little brothers… at least it kept Mokuba happy and out of his hair. And his large screen plasma TV.
He typed again.
Note to self; no more Kiki's Delivery Service for Mokuba.
Suddenly, he noticed something. He wasn't missing the high-tech ability of his laptop not having a mouse; that meant he could throw this one at people. Like Katsuya. There was a reasonable explanation.
Mokuba = not doing what Niisama says = bad influence = friends = The Bonkotsu!
He then smiled darkly to himself, running a hand through his hair. The brown strands slipped through his hands as he read and summarised the latest complaint.
To Kaiba Seto,
I have just received my voodoo doll. Unfortunately for YOU, it is of the wrong person. I specifically ordered it to look like that dammed Pharaoh, but YOU screwed up, Priest! I did not want one of his vessel! Sort it out… or else.
Zoku–Ou Bakura.
And unfortunately for YOU, you're a nutcase.
A Pharaoh? The day he believed in something as nonsensical as magic was the day he turned to the Bonkotsu with a smile on his face and apologised for all the wrongs he had caused. Yugi may be a midget, but was no Pharaoh. Please!
Not only had he been running the company (and he would like to see ANYONE match him for THAT!), he had been forced into allowing this little idea of Mokuba's. Then there were the complaints that shortly followed.
His face then took a turn for the worse as he smiled darkly and steepled his fingers, sighing. He did not mean to do it. Parcels got 'lost' in the post, thanks to that albino-haired boy he employed part-time. Many valuables had simply disappeared. Other things were trampled underfoot when he felt like taking out some much needed aggression and some just went to the wrong address entirely.
Not that he cared.
There were better things to do. Like breathe.
If anything else, at least it's entertainment. Mokuba needs to learn that such things are doomed for failure. It'll serve him well in the end.
Before he knew it, there had been a claim in the courts. That had been put down. Ruthlessly. Like he had said to himself: screw me… just try it. Losers.
That was it!
He typed hurriedly on the keyboard, savouring his latest idea.
Kaiba's Delivery Service… Whatever the damage, we won't deliver your package… so screw me. Just try it.
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There you have it. Just a short nonsensical drabblefic that popped into my head. As you may guess, I don't like Kiki's Delivery Service that much. ^^