I'm continuing this. Whether it's to spite flamers or thank my few positive reviewers I don't know, but I will say one thing. Flames will no longer bother me. As my mother says, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

Dedecated to stovegeta.

/Seto, 10th July/

"Hey Seto, how did it go?" Mokuba asked as soon as Seto got home. The look on his face clearly said it all. "That bad?" Mokuba patted Seto sympathetically on the shoulder, but Seto pushed him away and began pacing. "Did you get a job?" Mokuba asked him, not put off at all by being pushed away. Seto never liked anyone touching him.

"No. But I was invited to come to the company dinner tomorrow night at 7pm. Not invited, told." Seto snapped angrily, more to himself than to Mokuba.

"Well..." Mokuba began. "What did you expect? He's obviously threatened by you, you WERE the former CEO, the best ever, and the suits just fired you on some dumb minor flaw that really wasn't your fault." Seto whirled around, eyes bright with fury.

"It wasn't some minor flaw! Someone DIED! And it was my fault; I designed and order all the parts if you don't remember. I changed the latest shipment to cheaper metal because we were behind schedule. And now I'm stuck listening to some punk kid who will run KC into the ground!" Mokuba looked scared; he hadn't seen Seto this mad in a long time, since Gozaburo was alive.

"Seto… you don't have to work there."

"Yes I do! Game designing is what I do best! I have to join a gaming company to get us the money needed to live like we use too. Unless I want to join Pegasus's company!" Seto laughed bitterly. "I'd rather die." With that he turned on his heel and went to his chosen room, slamming the door behind him. Mokuba frowned, and decided to turn in as well. They didn't have dinner because the Kaiba Brothers were now officially broke.

/Seto, 11th July/

The next day Seto slept in, and Mokuba let him. He spent the day cleaning the house and opening windows. It wasn't nearly as bad now, except for the lingering smell of mothballs. Then he went downtown and applied for a job as a Bagboy at the grocer's. They were in short need, and Mokuba worked 5 hours, making 10$. He bought some soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and toilet paper for the bathroom, and on second thought picked up some cheap shampoo. Seto would want some when he got back.

Mokuba came home to find Seto still in his room.

"Seto! It's 5:30! Do you want to get ready?" Mokuba called through the door. There was a grunt and Seto stumbled out, still in yesterday's clothes, bleary eyed and with a very bad case of bed hair.

"You have to be at KC at seven, remember? It takes a good hour to get down there." Seto nodded and got himself ready. At 6:00 Seto was as clean as he was going to get and picking out a suit. He chose a simple two-piece black one and a pair of dress shoes he'd managed to sneak out. Mokuba nodded approvingly, and then hurried Seto out the door.

"Don't come back unless you get a job!" Mokuba called out.

"I don't plan to!" Seto called back over his shoulder, heading for KC. He was in KC lobby at 7 without a second to spare, preparing himself for the worst.

/Yami, 11th July/

Yami was standing in the KC lobby, talking to one of his various employees. What this woman did, wanted or how he had ended up talking to her was unknown to him. He heard the hired cars pull up, and the lobby slowly filtered empty. He made his way out and got into a car, getting himself stuck between the overly enthusiastic junior artist and the woman he had been talking to previously. She started to tell him about her attractive but available niece. 'Pssh' he thought 'if she's anywhere near your weight she'd kill me.'

A short while later the cars pulled up outside The Blue Dragon restaurant. He was glad to be free from the hugely fat cafeteria worker and the skinny, spotty artist. He made his way in and was seated mostly with the board of directors. "Oh yay!" He muttered sarcastically, but as he sat down he noticed his secretary, Miss. Fauxe, was seated down the table from him. And across the table from him, and where the dirty looks of the directors had been going to, was Seto Kaiba. Yami sat down, and was instantly dragged into a conversation about how good he was for the company.

"But you must have had much more experience Mr. Motou?" Someone asked.

"No actually, I do believe, if my facts are right, I am actually younger than Mr. Kaiba. I don't turn twenty until 5th October, which is still quite a way away. But I have been working since I was sixteen. My family didn't have the money to send me to college. I did get a couple of A-levels, but all home taught. I had to save for over a year to get my little brother to university. And then this job came along, seems like someone up there likes me. Its funny how fortune changes, don't you think?" As he finished speaking, a waitress appeared and started to take orders.

/Seto, 11th July/

Seto was having the most miserable time of his life, not including when Gozaburo abused him. Everyone kept looking his way, but when he returned the look they just looked quickly away and began whispering to the people next to them.

"What's he doing here?" he heard. He also overheard them calling him several rude names and how he should die slowly and painfully. He tried to ignore them, and told himself that he really didn't care. At least he got free food. It had been two days since his last meal. He ate slowly, overcoming the urge to shove everything in his mouth, and looked around. Mr. Motou was at the head of the table surrounded by suck ups and the like. Seto smirked; Mr. Motou was obviously not enjoying himself. He looked across from him at Miss. Fauxe. She waved and smiled. Seto immediately looked down and ignored her. She was probably laughing her head off inside; she must know what state the cottage she gave him was in. Seto waited for the meal to end so he could speak to Mr. Motou about his job.

/Yami, 11th July/

Yami looked around. He was bored out of his mind. The board of directors were now talking about the founder of the company, and how he built up an amazing company only for his son to ruin it. Goza-something or other. He was now chasing peas around his plate, but the waitress came and took his plate away. He stretched his legs out, careful not to kick Seto in the shins.

'Stupid boring people' he thought, 'why'd I have to sit with them anyway?' As he looked up to see what everyone else was up to, he heard someone call out "Mr. Motou!" He looked over and saw the crazy fat cafe worker, with an arm around another crazy fat girl. He assumed this to be her niece and turned back to the directors. He thought of the most boring but business like question he could think of.

"So can you tell me what next months funds are going towards?" he asked. The directors all burst into various explanations. The same bored glaze formed over Yami's eyes. 'Roll on dessert' he thought.

/Seto, 11th July/

'I want to die.' Seto thought. The dinner had lasted a good two hours already, and they had finally started on dessert. The whispers of contempt and malice toward Seto had only gotten worse, and his former associates were overcoming their fear of him. One lady to his right had openly insulted his appearance, but Seto had coolly ignored her, concentrating only on Mr. Motou. He was the one who had invited him, when would he just hurry up and give him a job? Said person was looking as miserable as Seto felt now, talking animatedly about some business topic that he had no interest in whatsoever. Sometimes Seto couldn't understand why any sane person would want to be in the company of such dull shallow people. Then he remembered it was because of the money and power. He politely declined dessert offered by a waitress, and let her clear his place. The dinner was winding down, and soon Seto would get to speak to Mr. Motou alone.

/Yami, 11th July/

'What the hell is he talking about?' Yami asked himself, looking at the person three seats down, who was talking. Yami wasn't listening. He had poked his ice cream dessert into a sloppy mush and now didn't want it. 'I feel sick' he thought, looking at it. He rose suddenly, then excused himself to the directors and made his way outside the restaurant. He leant against the building, felt around in his pocket and found a packet of cheap cigarettes.

"Down-town Manhattan's finest." He said jokingly. "Here's to you New York and here's hoping I get to see you again soon." He lit the cigarette, slid off his dinner jacket and sat on a bench that was well placed in the street, just two steps away from the restaurant.

/Seto, 11th July/

Seto saw Mr. Motou leave. Now was his chance. He pushed back his chair and left, ignoring the "Good Riddance" that was whispered a bit too loudly. There he sat, outside on a bench, smoking. Seto himself had once smoked but Mokuba had gotten him to stop.

"Mr. Motou" Seto said in greeting, walking up besides the bench. "I'd like to talk about that job position..."

/Yami, 11th July/

Yami looked up and saw Seto Kaiba.

"You really want that job don't you?" He leant his head back and looked up at the sky.

"I know what it feels like to lose everything. I guess someone up there really does like me. For the last 3 years I've been living as an orphan in the slums of New York, working twenty-four hours a day to keep me and my brother alive. When this job floated in as if it had always been there, I thought it was a blessing, but now even though I know that me and Yugi need this money, I would give anything to be pulling pints in some back street bar, scraping through with just enough money to live. Not worrying what people think, but where the next meals coming from. Because when you have nothing, anything is a blessing, but when you have everything, it's a lot to lose." Yami lifted his head and turned back to Seto.

"No one deserves to lose everything, when they only made a mistake, and that's why I want you in the design department at 8am tomorrow."

/3rd person, 11th July/

Seto looked at Mr. Motou. So he had to raise a younger all by himself too. Did he know that he was exactly the same way? Was this his version of a sick joke? Did he think he could win him over by being sympathetic? Or maybe it was just a coincidence. That's what Seto took it as. And at least he now had a job. He nodded in agreement, and then paused.

"Could I have my first pay cheque early?" Yami looked up Seto and raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed a little.

"Yeah, of course you can." He stood up and tucked a hand in his dinner jacket, pulled out a cheque book and looked up at Seto. "You used to work here, how much does a gaming designer get paid?"

"A good one gets paid at least $10 an hour if they are productive. But I'd like a $100 early. You can count it out of my pay cheque." Yami wrote out a scribbled cheque.

"Here, $10 an hour, working 10 hours a day, six days a week. $600 I do believe." He handed Seto the cheque, then put out his cigarette. "My brother is always trying to get me to quit," he said lightly, "his excuse is always, what would mum say?"

"Heh." said Seto bluntly. That's exactly what Mokuba had said. Was this man psychic or what? Only Seto had quit for Mokie's sake, which made him feel better now seeing Mr. Motou hadn't stopped. Seto took the check and frowned. He hadn't wanted this much money so soon. Now he was in debt. He hadn't worked yet. So now he owed his boss one week's wages, because he technically didn't earn the money yet. Seto pocketed the check then stood up.

"May I leave?" he asked. The dinner was over, people were leaving.

"Of course you can." Yami picked up his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder. "Oh and by the way, I consider taking all that abuse in there harder work than designing, so you only owe me a couple of hours okay?" Yami looked at the cars and the waving fat woman with her fat niece. "I think I'll walk." He muttered.

Seto shrugged. He'd handle the abuse. He'd handled it all his life. He turned and walked to the bus stop. His cottage was on the other side of town and he was in for an hour in a smelly packed TARTA bus. When he got home he waved the check in front of Mokuba's face. He laughed, and they both went to cash it in.

Yay! Seto has a job!

Stovegeta : Thanks for reviewing, you made me realise I should continue anyway.