Disclaimer: Here we are. You the readers. Me the unpaid author. Not complaining. I enjoy this... its fun to see what people think of your stories. So here we go. I own nothing as you understand and this is chapter 2.

The morning sunlight hurt his eyes. He had spent the entire night awake and only got to his bed about... five minutes ago. Now the sun was trying to force its way through the white and blue curtains. His adopted father had kept him up, "training" him to take over Kaiba Corporation. Eighteen years of age and the hell if he wanted the position. To stay up this late and no, he couldn't even fall asleep, he had to get up and do it all again. The worst feeling in the world was that of absolute weariness and your kid sibling, if you were fortunate to have one, plummeting onto your stomach with the rising sun. He turned onto his side as his brother rolled off his stomach onto the mattress. Seto Kaiba brought his knees to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, gasping for air. When the pain had dulled and he could take easy breaths again, Seto sat up and looked down at his brother's grinning face. "Were you up all night?"

"All night. I'm very tired. Let's make a new rule, Mokuba. From this point forward you'll no longer wake me up by jumping on top of me."

"Doesn't sound very fun." Mokuba said raising his arms above his head and grabbing at the curtains, letting the sun force its blinding lights in through the glass. Seto shut his eyes tightly to the blinding sight and grabbed Mokuba's hands and dragged him away from the window.

"Well, how does this seem for fun?" he began tickling Mokuba. His kid brother wrapped his arms around his stomach and began turning to his stomach to get away from his big brother, but Seto tickled his side and Mokuba got into fetal position and began crying out and laughing at the same time it was pretty funny to watch. Seto smirked as his brother finally fell off of the bed and onto the floor, gasping for air, tears droplet on the corner of his eyes.

"That wasn't fair, Seto! You're stronger than me."

"Well you win some… eh what am I saying, you always lose some." Mokuba frowned as Seto fell back onto the bed. "Now… go away so I can get some sleep."

"Aren't you even hungry?"

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"

"Aren't you?" Seto lifted his tired body up off the bed, he felt like he was made of lead. He ran his hands over his face and raked his fingers through his hair. He looked at his blue button down shirt, his wrinkled khakis.

"Get out of my room!" He pointed towards the door and Mokuba skipped out of the room. Following his little brother to the door he stopped and slammed the door shut. This was ridiculous, how could imprudent Gozoboro expect Seto to go to school and stay up all night learning the company ropes. He was as unwanted as he was when his parents died. His relatives didn't want them and this multimillionaire didn't want them either. It was pure luck and excellent strategies that allowed him to beat the adult and earn the name Kaiba and a mansion to live in. However now, as he pushed open the sliding closet doors he wondered if it was all worth it. If anything he did for Mokuba and himself was worth all this heartache. He didn't have any friends, Gozoboro had told him that friendship. There is no such word as friend; they are merely stepping-stones to getting what you want. Seto chose to abide by it and looked out for number one and Mokuba, in time Gozoboro would not live to regret his words.


Mokuba was finishing off his juice when Seto came down the stairs. "First day in that private school are you nervous, big brother?"

"Hardly. I just… I'm tired. Wonder if I'll be able to stay awake?"

"I bet you can do it. You're always good at doing whatever you set your mind to." Seto just looked at his kid brother, no real expression to his face. It was less than stunned but if you had to pinpoint what the expression looked like it was something like stunned. Seto walked over to his brother and ran his hand over the dark hair and smirked, but it didn't last to long once Mokuba threw his arms around his brother's waist and hugged him tightly. "I'm glad! I'm glad in spite of who took us in that we weren't separated. I'm glad." Seto pressed his hands firmly down on his eleven-year-old brother's shoulders and faintly smiled.

"Me too, Mokuba." Seto pushed his brother lightly back and looked down at him. "Come on, you'll be late and I'll be late for my first day."

"Wow, private school. Gozoboro's sparing no expensive for you."

"Zip it and get out that door." They both walked to the front door and pulled it open. Mokuba bound down the stairs and Seto shut the door tightly behind him. He turned around to see Mokuba stopped in front of the black limo. A man in a black suit and tie and dark sunglasses stood by the backdoor.

"Good morning young sirs." He said in a gravelly voice. "I am Hansley, please get inside, I will take you to school."

"For today?"

"For today and every day, as you wish sir." Seto narrowed his eyes. From home schooled to private school and a driver to take him.

"All right, get inside Mokuba." Mokuba went to open the door, but Hansley grabbed the door hand and pulled open the door, Mokuba thanked him and climbed inside. Seto bent to climb inside and he sat down. The door shut behind them. Seto helped Mokuba with the seatbelt then locked his own. Hansley opened the door and sat down in the drivers seat and turned the engine. It started up smoothly and the car began to move, they drove slowly to the gate.

"If you ever want the divider up there is a red button on the middle panel, near the cup holders, see?"

"Yes."

"Go ahead and test it out if you want, the phone is near your under that panel between the cup holders." Seto pushed back the panel and saw the smooth black phone and then he pressed the button down and the divider slowly made its way up until it hissed shut. Mokuba leaned forward and tapped on the black divider. Seto frowned. He picked up the phone and he could hear a soft buzzing and then a click. "Pretty nice, huh, sir? And with the divider up I can neither see nor hear you, complete privacy."

"I see, thank you, Hansley." He hung up the phone and pressed the divider down. When Mokuba was dropped off at his school Seto was alone with the driver up front and it was very quite. Suddenly they passed by a building. He could see all these kids about his age standing about and talking. He rolled down the window and the noise flooded into the car. Seto watched them all. The boys wore blue uniforms and the girls wore a pink top and blue skirts. He could see in several kids hands Duel Monster Cards. Seto continued to watch as they drove by. "What was that place?"

"Uh… Domino High School, sir."

"Oh…"