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…) Evil Kaiba is back and he wants revenge…
Summary: Kaiba's Delivery Service… Whatever the damage, we won't deliver your package… so screw me. Just try it… I told you Yugi, but you didn't listen. Does it sound like I care my company lost your Summoned Skull? Now duel me! Kaiba Seto.
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Kaiba's Delivery Service: Six Ways To Die
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Kaiba Seto, or rather his newly liberated self, was firmly ensconced back in his office, planning yet another takeover to work his little grey cells. Industrial Illusions… Paradise Company… They would all pay for attempting to move in on his turf!
Bankrupcy, suicide, threats of mental and physical arm, oh the list is endless! Heh, heh, heh… Broken arms, broken minds, broken hearts. What a wonderful world the fragility of the human self is.
He leaned forwards in his chair, resting his chin on his hands. The old fool Gouzaburo had done him a favour by jumping out of the window. The end result was the same; the old cigar-chomping nitwit was dead and the company and everything in it belonged to him. He had even saved him the bother of doing it himself, the fanatical old fool…
At least he still had his laptop: his shiny it-can't-betray-you-because-its-not-sentient piece of machinery.
You're my precious… Yes, my aid in world fiscal domination. We'll conquer the world of stocks and shares together.
He leaned down to stroke the laptop, hearing it bleep as a message came through. He sighed happily.
Yes, I love you too, but not as much as I love power. Power is my first love, and you're my second.
He looked down at the monitor and pulled away.
And Mokuba is my sweet little brother who should be put on the naughty list for going against his 'Nii-sama. Now, let's see who is foolish enough to e-mail me.
He typed on the keyboard, his fingers twitching with anticipation of a fight as he read. Well, it wouldn't really be a fight. He was Kaiba Seto; it was a no contest.
Kaiba-Chan
I really don't want to bother you, but I've ordered the second form of the Black Magician and it still hasn't arrived yet. I was really looking forward to its arrival, and the Other Me says that you are doing this deliberately because you're a sore loser and that you're afraid to duel him because you'll get yourself kicked in the backside again. Please don't hate me! I was only saying what he told me. He made me type it, and the –chan part…
Yugi.
Kaiba Seto did something he didn't do often. He blinked. But this was soon replaced by overwhelming rage, something which manifested itself through the clenching of fists, a twitching eyebrow and seething teeth.
That… that… that… plebeian! HOW DARE HE INSULTS ME! ME! NOBODY CALLS ME KAIBA-CHAN!
"I shall have my revenge, Yugi!" he hollered, causing his secretary and little brother in the opposite room to stare towards his office.
"He's having another bad day. He'll get over it."
Mokuba nodded his head in agreement, smiling as he shook his head. His brother's tantrums were not something he liked to witness.
Meanwhile, Seto slammed his fists on the desk angrily. Unlike his old self, he would not deign that pint-sized genetic defect the decency of a reply. Or perhaps… He smiled evilly at his computer.
To Your 'Other Half'
I would be concerned for you failed delivery, but if you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about my lack of intelligence and my multiple-personality disorder. Tell your 'Other Half' that I'll take him on, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Bring it on, bitch.
Kaiba Seto
He smiled again. Sure, he'd take him on, when he was dead. Who did Yugi think he was? Some backstreet nitwit like Jounouchi? He had connections, dangerous connections.
No one insults me, not after all that I've gone through to get where I am! I'll rip his head off and – ?
Hearing a chuckling sound, he whirled around.
"Who are you! How did you get in here?"
The man stepped forwards from the shadows. He was wearing a blue and white robe, much like the Egyptians would have worn, and he held a golden artefact in one hand. A rod, it seemed to be. What's more, he looked exactly like him!
"I am also someone who wants revenge."
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