I've taken this down once because I truly did not like it up so early. I re-edited it again and (hopefully) I can get reviews this time. -- Please, I really poured almost everything I have into this fic, and used every resource in my possession to create this story, so if you wouldn't mind, please give this a chance. I can truthfully say you Kaiba and Mokuba brotherly people out there will love it -- along with ones who like Bakura and Yami forcefully working with each other (not to mention almost killing each other. . .)
So PLEASE read and REVIEW!
Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own the plot to this story, the waitress, and Mr. Malsworth and the drama included.
Anywho, enjoy!
In the Company of Wealth
Chapter 1--- Checkmate
Patience was one of the main factors in which defined Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corporation. An air of superiority always surrounded him, even in these disgraceful settings at a pub three miles away from the outskirts of Domino City.
Drunkards yelled and rampaged on around him as he stood stiffly, yet serene, watching the entrance for what could be the most important business opportunity in his entire career. It could place Kaiba Corp. not only on the gaming map, but also in the direct center of the Industry. Prostitutes stumbled by with each other, giggling and carrying on with their breasts and sluttish fashion. A bouncer sat three booths away from him, eyeing every occupant in the room carefully, occasionally tossing an idiot out the door, but always eyeing Seto Kaiba.
Kaiba flipped up his dark blue trench coat collar and snuggled into it, waiting for the man who by now, started to grow on Kaiba's patience. He grumbled to himself, wishing he was at home in his chair working on his business instead of sitting here in a dirty old bar waiting for a man he now thought wasn't worth his time.
As Seto started to stand and leave, a man in a dark mingled trench coat and fedora stumbled in and started towards the CEO, motioning for him to sit down again. Kaiba reluctantly sat. The man sat on the opposite end of the booth and flipped out his wallet to show the teen billionaire his license. An American? This must be the associate. Kaiba thought as the man flipped his wallet back up and stashed it away into his coat pocket, setting his fedora on the table and held out a hand.
"Seto Kaiba, pleased to meet you," the man said curtly, in a foreign American accent. Kaiba shook quickly with the foreigner, keeping his guard high. "My name is Malsworth, James Burgundy Malsworth, owner of Veracity Industries."
"That's nice, but I believe it's time to talk business," Kaiba said tersely and took out a small palm pilot from his trench coat. "You said you have a proposition for me."
Malsworth nodded and snapped his fingers as a waitress with a rather large bust (every waitress here weighed one) clicked up to the two in high-heeled shoes and bunions the size of Texas. The man grinned and said, "Bring us a bottle of your finest Scotch if you would dear." His voice was smooth, one always for business, and turned back to Seto Kaiba. "Let's get to know each other for a moment first," he advised as the waitress left. "Business is for later."
Kaiba nodded quietly, drumming his fingers casually on the wooden table. He just wanted to leave these bar settings as quickly as he could. It started to get late, and Mokuba would probably worry soon. A brief moment of silence carried out with Kaiba's worry until Malsworth spoke again.
"Well, of course I own Veracity Incorporated. It is the largest industry for games in the entire world, as you very well know. I built my business from scratch and to rarely meet me is an esteemed pleasure, I assure you." He laughed. "Japan is a very busy country, isn't it Mr. Kaiba? Full of games and not enough sports. Maybe someday I will introduce football to this rock." He laughed again as Kaiba narrowed his eyes. This man had grown exceedingly fowl on him for being one late, arrogant, son of a--- "I have a daughter, if you would like to know. She is about your age and I also have a daughter around twelve. They are both darlings. My wife and I couldn't stop once we started I guess!"
Kaiba leaned back on the cushions as the waitress brought the Scotch and two Scotch glasses. "Enjoy hons, and if you need anything, just give me a holler." She smiled and left to another table.
Malsworth eyed the bottle of Scotch as if to refrain himself from guzzling the whole bottle and placed his hands on the table. "Well? Shall we?" He asked and took the bottle, unscrewing the top, and poured both of them a glass. "How about you? What family life do you have?"
Kaiba raised his gaze to Malsworth's eyes solemnly. Talking freely about his past was something he would avoid at all cost. His past was gone, his future should be the only thing in his mind, so he answered, "I have a ten-year old brother."
"Your parents?"
Seto narrowed his eyes again, what did family life have to do with business? "I would rather not talk about these things Malsworth. Those are not the type of conversations I care to go into."
Malsworth shrugged and took his glass of Scotch, "Ah, suit yourself Kaiba, though a wise choice would be to know your partner."
"You are no partner of mine yet." Kaiba corrected, watching the man sip his scotch slowly. A slight twitch of the man's eye later and he set his scotch down, face stern, ready to talk business.
"Fine Mr. Kaiba, but let me advise you of one thing." Malsworth said coolly, though his face told he was rather angry. "Let me explain to you this in Chess manners. I am the King of the black pieces and the black pieces are my minions with extensive wealth and power. Now, every other business in my way are the white rooks, castles, knights, bishops, Queen, and King." He paused for a quickly moment. "Seto Kaiba, you are the white King. I have destroyed all of your other white pieces and have you in checkmate. Does that explain the situation well enough for you?"
The teen felt his heart wrench for a moment as he thought of what the man had said. A million questions rolled through the brunette's mind like lightning, even questions he vowed to never ask.
What would happen to all his hard work? His abuse to Mokuba would have been for nothing...he would never forgive himself.
What of his work?
His life? Kaiba Corporation was his life, the only thing he had to motivate himself. If he did not have that, what would he have?
What would Mokuba have?
What. . .what would happen to his brother's future?
The long moment of silence grew on Malsworth very well. He grinned and watched the CEO sit and stare out the window, reflecting in a dazed moment. It must have come as a shock to the teen. He had never been defeated before. Malsworth sipped his scotch again and leaned forwards, sliding the bottle towards Seto Kaiba. "Mr. Kaiba, Veracity Incorporated will buy all stocks to Kaiba Corp. thus buying Kaiba Corp. itself."
Kaiba moved his gaze to the bottle of Scotch and the glass full of the yellowish liquid.
Malsworth grinned and leaned back, enjoying the moment in which the youth debated the fatal turning point in his young life. He almost felt sorry for the kid. Almost. . .
"Drink up Mr. Kaiba, drink your wealth. For tomorrow, you will have none of the above."
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