Attara: Hola, people! It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that, but school was a lot harder than I thought it was. Also, I got a review that said that Gozaburo never fell out a window, but I'm pretty sure I read that in a lot of places. If it's wrong, however, then could some more of you tell me just so I could be sure!

A Rival

I was the best duelist in the world, and I already had three cards of one of the rarest monsters in the world: the Blue Eyes White Dragon. I treasured these cards, but I wasn't fully satisfied. No, of course not. Someone or something always has to restrict me to the confinement of longing.

I saw him everyday. He was intelligent, yes, he was. He was always surrounded by his coterie of dim-witted friends, none of whom deserved any sort of recognition in my eyes. They engaged in various amusements, including my favorite: Duel Monsters. It was pathetic how he could defeat any of them in an instant. I, of course, knew that I would shatter his spirit when I would confront him with my mental prowess. But now is not the time for that. No…I must wait until something of significance can be won.

I was CEO of a company, and being CEO of a company meant working on something. I set my sights on making the Duel Monsters game less primitive. These pathetic cards left everything to the imagination. I was going to make these pictures real, life-like three-dimensional holograms. These would not only boost sales, but it would also be a small stepping stone to an even more advanced technological device, of which I have worked on for many months.

This vocation, however, has occupied almost all of my time, leaving me only a moment for school, which I do not attend often, anyway. That is of no importance; what is upsetting is that Mokuba, my only family, my only friend, my only companion, has been neglected by none other than me. I have no other alternative, I realize, and I have attempted to compensate for this by giving him whatever he desires. He has endured everything that I have, maybe even more at his young age, and it is my doing. Someday, I will make it up to my brother, someday?

Nevertheless, that day must wait. For now, I must create a life in order to enjoy one.

I glance at the spiky-haired kid sitting across of the room. I pretend to read a book while I eavesdrop on his conversation with a dimwit named Katsuya Jounouchi. I then hear three words that make my heart stop:

Blue Eyes White Dragon

Attara: Okay, sorry for taking so long for such a pipsqueak-like chapter, but it's the last one, so I couldn't really put much in here if I'm not going to be redundant. Well, I'm going to miss this story and all the reviews! This is my most successful fanfic (all my other ones pretty much suck, so I'm just going to stop writing those). Thank you, readers! You've always made me happy with all of the reviews you have given me. In fact, that's the only reason I bother going online to check my mailbox?

Well, love ya! REVIEW!