Lil-Riter does NOT own Yu-gi-oh or the song. But she WOULD like reviews!

((Note on 5-13-05: I've gone through the story deleting my authors notes and lyrics, since songfics are no longer allowed. I don't want to get deleted!))

Chapter One

I wake up, five as usual. Time to run my empire.

Things to do:

Fire Big Five.
Fire receptionist.
Find out who put the decimal in the wrong place.
Fire them.

The list just goes on and on.

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"Nii-sama?"

"Yeah Mokuba?" I don't look away from the computer. I don't even pause in my typing.

"Are we going to the movies?" Damn. I forgot.

"Sorry Mok. Something's come up." I imagine my brother's disappointed face. I almost wince. Almost. "Why don't you watch a movie here in the mansion? We've got all the releases here already anyways."

"But that's totally missing the point!" I don't even flinch as I continue typing. What possible point could there be in going out to see a movie?

I hear him pad up to my chair. Feel him watch me intently. Feel his breath on my neck. I almost feel guilty. Almost.

"Please!" Mokuba grabs my arm and yanks it with all his might. My hand bangs against the keyboard, causing random letters and numbers to be pressed.

"Stop it!" I yell suddenly, swinging my chair around to face the boy angrily. Mokuba is shocked, wearing the look of someone who'd just been slapped. I'd never been like this before. Never raised my voice. Never even said that phrase to him.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Mokuba's eyes fill with tears. I sit, unable to say anything that could redeem myself, in his or my eyes. "Mokuba?" I ask softly, reaching out a hand to him.

It never reaches him, because he turned around and ran.

I bury my face in my hands. Tears almost come. Almost. But I regain my composure. I have a meeting at Twelve. I need to be ready.

Somewhere deep inside me, there is a pang of guilt. It is sharp as a knife, but I either don't feel it or ignore it completely.

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Somewhere in the bustling giant house, the mansion, in a room where time seems to stand still, a pillow is soaked with tears. "Why doesn't he get it?" a boy sobs outloud. "Stupid Seto. He missed the entire point." He wished that he had someone to comfort him, to hold him and say that it would be alright, to say that he was being stupid and could they go out and spend time together. But for now, he cries himself to sleep.

Alone in the mansion full of people, he cries himself to sleep.