/3rd person, 12th July/

The next day they Seto arrived a half-hour early to work. Yami was asleep, face down on his desk. He hadn't gone home last night, but back to work. There was so much to do. Seto entered the design department, taking a seat. Yami was prodded awake and told he had to go brief the design department. 'About what?' he thought, as he was shoved in, still half asleep. Seto looked up, tapping his finger impatiently. Yami rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning everyone. Oh god my face hurts." He rubbed the side of his face where he had slept on the laptop keyboard. "If I'm correct I believe our next project is working on redesigning the duelling platform, since fourteen across the state of Florida have broken. Well, any ideas are welcome, but please make them as detailed as possible." He turned to leave.

Seto rolled his eyes and stood up. "I have an idea."

Yami turned back. "Yes?" he asked, trying not to fall asleep again. Seto strode to the front of the room bringing a rolled up blueprint. Apparently he hadn't stopped designing. He flicked a wrist and showed the diagram with a smirk on his face.

"And you have a keyboard on your face." Seto added, mentioning the marks on Mr. Motou's face. Just as Yami was about to reply a tannoy was announced.

"Mr. Motou, you are late for a design meeting with the board of directors."

Yami looked at the tannoy system. "Oh shit!" He went to run out of the room, then stepped back, grabbed Seto's diagrams. "I am so glad I employed you." he said, then ran out of the room.

/Seto, 12th July/

Seto watched him leave, and then went back to his chair. Suddenly a co-worker jumped up, blocking his path.

"Think you're so smart, eh Kaiba? Think you can get the boss on your side like that? It won't work. All of us in this department have great ideas. And the boss knows that. Just watch when the board of directors reject your idea; he'll need one of us to save your ass."

Seto looked the guy up and down then smirked. "I believe the "I am so glad I employed you" comment was directed at me actually. So, if he liked my idea enough to present it to the board of directors, he won't need any of you to save his ass. He looks like the kind of person who sticks to an idea. And that idea is mine, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to work." He pushed past the guy and sat down, pulling out some blueprint paper and a pencil. He flicked on his desk light and started to work on redesigning the duel disk for younger duellists. He had seen it was on the agenda list for after the duelling platform.

/Yami, 12th July/

When Yami presented his- no, Kaiba's- idea to the directors, he was expecting them to hate it. To demand that he came up with a better idea or leave. But they loved it, and gave it the productions go ahead immediately. He breathed a sigh of relief as he left the meeting.

Yami walked into the design department with Seto's blue print under one arm, a wad of documents under the other and a coffee in his hand. With his free hand he pulled out the blue print and dropped it on the desk.

"Can I get you to sign this please? It needs to be delivered to production. Your design has been given the go ahead, and not to mention you saved my ass." Yami smirked slightly, and then tugged the blue print away. "Thanks, yeah?" And he turned and walked out.

/Seto, 12th July/

Seto worked on emotionlessly, knowing that all other designers in his department were now staring at him with hate filled eyes. What did those lowlifes expect? He was THE Seto Kaiba. And he "saved Mr. Motou's ass." He now had a comfortable job position and the only way to go was up. Back up the ladder of success to his old position. Seto was already forming a plan. He couldn't be content just designing for KC. He had to run it. His mutinous thoughts were interrupted by bell. Time up. He could go home. While everyone else was filling out, Seto kept his seat. He had no desire to return to Mokuba and the cottage. He began another design.

/Yami, 13th July/

Yami wandered through the building to the cafe. He had no plans for going home again. Although, he didn't particularly want to end up with a keyboard imprinted on his face again tomorrow morning. And he was falling asleep as it was. He walked down the corridor and glanced down the stairs that led straight into the design department. He noted that a light was still on.

"If someone gave me three guesses who that was," Yami said quietly, "I'd only need one." As he turned to walk away, his arms slipped downwards sleepily and the pile of papers he was carrying took a dive down said set of stairs.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" He exclaimed. He trudged down the stairs, picking up pieces of paper as he went. He noted that one of the papers he had picked up was an email from Yugi. He smiled as he read over it.

- Hey Yami!

It's your brother here, just making sure you remember who I am. I left a few messages on your answer machine, but I'm assuming you haven't been home yet. Knowing you you've been curled up with some cute girl - or guy ;) - and haven't been bothered about me.

Anyway, reply when you can yeah? I've met some really nice people; I have a lot of friends already. And one of my friend's brother wants to meet you. So you have to come down here soon, or we'll all come visit you.

Love ya bro.

Yugi xx -

Yami tucked it away and continued picking up papers. "A perfect end to a perfect day." He said, "And here was me hoping I might get some dinner tonight."

/Seto, 13th July/

After Seto had finished more designs he began to feel guilty about leaving Mokuba for so long. Like it or not he had to go back "home." He got out and saw Mr. Mutou on the stairs. He took the elevator instead and headed home.

"Seto." Mokuba was there, tapping his foot and the glass on his watch. "Do you know what time it is?"

"No, I don't have a watch." Seto said impatiently, setting his breifcase down on a couch and taking out his designs.

"Well, if you did, it's 5am. What took you so long?" Mokuba demanded, not in the least put off.

"Work." Seto said simply. What followed was a very familiar fight between the two brothers. Mokuba thought Seto paid a dangerous amount of attention to his work and suffered for it by not eating or sleeping. Seto though Mokuba should mind his own business, it was his life, and he would do what he very well pleased. It ended with Seto storming from the house and Mokuba yelling at him to not come back until he got his precious company back.

Seto stormed into the design office and began work again.

/Yami, 13th July/

Yami was sitting in the cafeteria, looking over notes from yesterday's meetings. He looked up at the clock; it was 10 to 6 in the morning. He got up to get another coffee when his phone rang.

"Hello?...Hi Yugi...No I'm not at home, still at the office. There's a lot of work to be done...I don't know how Kaiba did it...no I haven't; well not since I passed out on my laptop early yesterday morning. I was late for a meeting as well...Yugi, you don't understa-...Yugi, I need to-...Yes I would like to meet your friends but-...YUGI! Stop interrupting me! Since your free today, you can come up to the office if you really want; I have an hour free at 2 this afternoon. Come visit, bring your friends and then stop worrying about me. Come on, I never got any sleep in New York, why should it be different here?...exactly, so I'll see you at 2,...yes, I will...bye yug... Love you too bro...Kay, bye now."

Yami sat down with his coffee, pulling out another file and getting back to work.

"I've been a sleepless zombie for three years Yugi, why should it change now?" He asked out loud.

Seto smirked. Wow. They were so alike it was ironic. Seto had overheard the conversation while passing the cafeteria which just so happened to be on the next floor up from the game design room.

"Wanted to talk." He said before Mr. Motou could say 'hi' "How are you liking the job?" His tone was cold and emotionless, but a malicious glint was in his eye.

Yami looked up at Seto and raised an eyebrow. "You're just waiting for me to say it's too much and that you can have you're job back aren't you? Well, you're right, I am finding an extreme amount of work, but then again, this is one of the biggest companies in America." He stretched his arms and closed the file he was working on. "So, how's your life at the moment? I know it's probably hard coping with the loss, but are you looking after yourself alright?"

Seto gave a fake smile. "I'm doing fine. But it seems like this new job is putting a lot of unneeded pressure on you. Trust me when I say that I know exactly what this job can do to your relationships, especially with your family. It breaks you apart; it becomes more important to you."

Seto was now pacing. "If you did promote me to CEO I can make a professional promise, a contract that I would keep you in a high paying and dignified office. One where you could have a lot of opportunities and stretch your legs, but still have time for your brother. Would you like that?" He was now standing in front of Mr. Motou, looking him in the eyes.

Yami got up, and although he was smaller than Seto he still managed to look him straight in the eye.

"You know I'd never consider that decision, Mr. Kaiba, but I have to say, you sound like a good businessman. And it seems like you picked the right day to come and speak to me." Yami turned away to look out the window. "Those snivelling directors are starting to get on my nerves. But luckily that's a problem I don't have to live with. None of them are coming in today, as they no longer have jobs here. How would you like one of their jobs?" Yami turned to him, "I could do with someone actually giving me advice, not just telling me that every idea I come up with 'may work, with the right funding'. I'm not stupid; every idea works with 'the right funding'. So what do you think?"

'Not what I was hoping for, but a good step up.' Seto thought. "I accept your offer as Director." he said. He turned to leave, and then remembered that Mokuba clearly didn't want him home. "Is there anything you need done?" he asked innocently. "I have nothing scheduled for tonight."

Yami shook his head. "The only thing I have planned for the next hour or so, is finding a place to get dinner. I haven't eaten in almost a day." Yami grabbed his jacket and made to leave, "But you're welcome to come along if you like."

"Sure." Seto said. He hadn't eaten since the dinner he had with Mr. Motou last time. And this would be a good opportunity to find his weaknesses that might help him with his quest to get his job back.

And that's a wrap.

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