Seto's mind continued to race. Why wouldn't he get to graduate on time? Would it even be that important if he didn't? Suddenly, he remembered the telephone call he'd gotten a few days ago. It hadn't meant much to him at the time, he'd been planning on keeping Mocuba on a tighter leash anyway. Still, a warning was a warning, and he'd been warned that one screw-up would result in Mocuba being taken from him. Not graduating from high school on time would definitely qualify as a screw-up. A major screw-up. Were the circumstances different he wouldn't care less. His company would support him regardless. In truth, he considered school little more then a necessary annoyance. But he was already on thin ice with CPS.

Seto took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. This wasn't the time to panic. No time was ever the time to panic. Once calm again, although he'd never been visibly anything but, he finally asked "Why not?"

Mr. Harrington sighed and shook his head. "You're not going to believe this..." he muttered, rubbing his chin.

"Try me." Seto answered, irritated. He needed to know what was wrong, and what he could do to fix it.

Mr. Harrison looked at Seto and said "You don't have enough fine arts credits..."

Seto's mind reeled. Fine arts? "I wasn't aware fine arts were a requirement."

"It is." Mr. Harrington responded. "Now, fortunately, that web design class you took sophomore year covered two semesters worth of your Fine arts requirement...and that semester you spent in creative writing covered the other part..." Seto groaned at a reference to what had to be one of his worst high-school experiences ever. Mr. Harrington continued "But you still need one semester of Fine Arts..."

"I don't see the problem." Seto intrupted. "There's exactly one semester left of high school...I could take a fine arts class starting next week."

"Well..." Mr. Harrington began "That's the problem...you see...almost every fine arts class is full. There's only one with a spot left..."

"Then I'll take that one." Seto answered quickly. He could tell from the hesitation in Mr. Harrington's voice that there was no way it would be an easy class. In fact, he was liable to completely humiliate himself.

Mr. Harrington shuttered slightly, as though hating the idea of Seto in this particular class. Seto's mind raced. What could possibly be so bad? Whatever it was, he'd endure it. The memory of the phone call that had been a simple annoyance when it occurred was now sending chills through the length of his spine. He could take anything Mr. Harrington could throw at him. But for some reason, his mind wasn't ready for the answer he'd finally get.

"Alright...I'll go ahead and sign you up for Dance Class."

Lunch was anything but fun. He wasn't in a good mood, and he intended to eat quickly and spend the rest of the time catching up on paperwork. Yet somehow, Yugi Moto always managed to ruin even the simplest of plans.

"Hey Seto."

Seto had to look down at Yugi even when he was sitting and the other boy was standing. "What do you want?" Seto asked, trying to force his typical dangerous tone into his voice. He wasn't sure if he was unsuccessful, or if Yugi was just immune to his intimidation attempts.

"I just saw you sitting alone" Yugi began "and figured you'd want some company."

Seto returned to his paperwork, attempting to ignore his rival. "You were wrong."

Out of the corner of his eye, Seto noticed that Yugi sat across from him anyway. Seto mentally sighed. Why? Why did Yugi have to sit with him? Didn't he have those pathetic friends to sit with? Seto shook his head, and continued to ignore Yugi. So when he asked "What are you working on?" Seto didn't respond.

For a while, they sat in silence. Seto working, Yugi eating. Then, Yugi asked what must've been his reason for sitting here in the first place. "So what was the office summons about, anyway?"

Realizing Yugi wouldn't go away without tan answer, Seto said simply "My schedule for next semester."

"Oh..."

After a few more moments of awkward silence, Seto finally snapped at Yugi. "Look...unless you plan on challenging me to a duel I suggest you leave me alone."

On that note, Yugi picked up his trey, and left, muttering an apology as he left. Then, he stopped, turned around, and commented "I was just trying to be friendly." And with that, Yugi walked away.

Seto looked up. Yugi Moto was a pest, and the one major flaw in Seto's life. Still, he owed Yugi better then what he'd just given. Grudgingly putting away his paperwork, Seto called after him. "Yugi!"

Yugi didn't respond. The cafeteria was too loud. Seto sighed and pulled his paperwork out again. What reason did Yugi have to try to befriend him anyway? And what reason did he have to accept? They'd always be rivals...even enemies. And Seto had enough on his mind as it was.