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. This is your second warning, losers. Try it again and I'll make you disappear. I am Kaiba Seto, I can make it happen.
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Kaiba's Delivery Service: Second Warning
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Kaiba Seto reluctantly opened up his laptop; still fuming over the fact his hippity-hop-hop brother was still enthusiastic about his latest venture, he found himself downing a full shot of coffee from the plastic beverage holder.
Of course, said beverage holder was bedecked with the KC logo.
Kaiba Corp produced everything; the latest technology, coffee…
Mt. Kaiba…
… And milk.
Hell, even the milk cartons have the KC logo on them.
At least he could crack a smile before the coffee worked its way into his system. The business was going terribly. Complaints were piling up by his desk, all of which the pathetic secretary now had to carry, by herself, he might add, into the reception outside his office and re-organise in alphabetical order.
If he were in Hell, she would be on the bottom level by the time he was finished.
Unless Mokuba asks me about sex again…
He shivered, looking at the monitor.
More complaints from small-fry losers who have nothing better to do than complain and hope they get a freebie. Bloody scroungers… at least I work for a living!
They needed a kick up the backside, them and those under his employ. That was why he had implemented Operation: Second Warning. The Kaiba's Delivery Service logo was getting increasingly bigger:
Kaiba's Delivery Service… Whatever the damage, we won't deliver your package… so screw me. Just try it. This is your second warning, losers. Try it again and I'll make you disappear. I am Kaiba Seto, I can make it happen.
Something told him it would spread to a 50-page report before he could claim victory over the impish mind of his little brother. But he was patient, to an extent.
Failing that, break out the baby photos.
He resisted the urge to steeple his fingers and laugh evilly as he read his latest complaint.
To My Future Self,
I have a bone to pick with you. You ignore me constantly at every turn. You don't read, write or conduct séances. Don't you like me anymore? What have I done to make you hate me? Furthermore, I ordered a little brother from your so-called 'express delivery' company. A camel would be faster! Sort it out, or else I'll make it so you were never born! And I am you. I can make it happen.
Hem Ntjr Tepey, Set.
He rolled his eyes. That Yugi would pay for this practical joke. But then, how could Yugi get to his laptop, or even reach up over the desk? Perhaps it was Set…
What have you done to make me hate you? It's quite simple. You exist.
At least that white-haired boy was keeping up his end of the bargain. All the steaks he could eat in return for pinching or making things 'disappear' in the packaging room. Any rare cards, of course, ended up in his own pockets.
Hell, I deserve compensation. Oh, the trauma…
He pretended to faint against his desk, yet again changing the logo to it's new form as he held up his newest card.
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