A/N: This story isn't supposed to be happening at all. I don't even like fanfiction. I'm writing a sci-fi novel but sometimes this story comes up and it WILL NOT GET OUT OF MY HEAD until I write it down, so this is a writing to help me blow off steam. Also, I am aware that this chapter is short and boring, I promise the next one will be better, longer and not have any annoying legal jargon.

Please to rate/review anytime. I need feedback. No point in trying to get my book published if I suck at writing, so I'd rather find out now.

Seto had the whole drive home to think over everything he and Yugi had discussed. Before he pulled in front of the mansion, he'd made up his mind to take things one step at a time. Settle the inheritance first, figure out Sabrina second; fate could be third.

Mokuba was already in his study with papers in neat, organized stacks. He'd taken the liberty of using Seto's office chair and computer desk.

"I wasn't aware you had an office at the Kame Game shop," he said scowling when Seto entered.

You pinged my phone?" the elder brother returned the scowl. "You've never kept tabs on me before."

"No, I pulled up the GPS on the Mokubamobile. And you've never lied to me before."

"I can't visit an old friend without arousing some kind of suspicion? Now, out of my chair."

"As soon as you tell me what happened in that office today with Hayes and Sabrina." The younger brother was tired, but determined.

"Was it obvious?"

"To them, no, but I know you. Seto Kaiba does not stare, or stutter or act chivalrous even to get what he wants. You've never tried to be charming or accommodating to anyone. And now going to see Yugi? This isn't you." His expression changed from irritated to concerned. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

"I do have something I need to tell you, but let's get through the whole inheritance settlement thing and I promise I will explain everything." He extended his arm to shake on it, but as soon as Moki took his hand, Seto yanked him forward out of the chair.

"Hey!" Mokuba objected as Seto sat in his regained throw, adjusting the seat back to his preferred height.

"Ok, let's tally up the damage," the elder brother said pulling up to the desk as Mokuba found his own chair.

By 2:00 am, they had finished going through all of Hayes paperwork looking for figures, earmarks and errors and coming up with the best out-of-court proposal they could muster for Gozaburo's daughter. The legal team would have to approve the few points that involved the company, but Mokuba had already called for a conference first thing in the morning. Finished, the fatigued pair parted ways to go to their separate bedrooms. So much had happened in just one day, but the exhaustion of mind and body helped Seto fall asleep easily.

Tuesday afternoon was a duplicate of the day before except Mokuba was considerably less energetic. He had arrived with take-out boxes and ate while he and Seto discussed the meeting before the other party arrived. Yui announced Hayes and Sabrina promptly at 2:00 and they were again greeted and seated with the coldest of courtesies.

"I see no point in idle chit-chat, let's get right to it," Mokuba pushed a packet of papers toward her with a series of figures on it. Despite it being aimed squarely at the heiress, her lawyer seized the proposal to look it over.

"We have adjusted all figures for inflation, but not increase in property value or accrued interest. As you've never paid taxes or probate on anything, we found it only fair to offer you the cash equivalent of the value of all properties he owned," he elaborated. "We also are willing pay this out in a lump sum or in monthly annuities"

The division of the estate and insurance were impressive. At his death, the man had a personal worth of 12 million dollars. Sabrina seemed neither shocked nor excited to be receiving a third of it.

"There are a few provisos of course," the Kaibacorp lawyer produced two more documents, handing them across the desk one at a time. "This is an agreement that the 2% of KaibaCorp stock cannot be sold without approval for five years, and this is a nondisclosure agreement that both of you will sign to prevent any gold diggers from jumping on the paternity bandwagon. It also prohibits Miss Harrison from changing her last name to Kaiba."

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Sabrina muttered under her breath.

"And her employment?" Hayes asked.

"You can apply for a position like everyone else," Mokuba replied, though it was clearly Seto's words coming out of his mouth. "Positions here are given out based on merit. Even I had to go through the application and hiring process. We will, however, guarantee her an interview. She has credentials and could be an asset to the company, but you must realize we can't afford to give jobs away as some sort of compensation; it would jeopardize our integrity and quality of work.:

Hayes exhaled deeply and handed the papers to his client. "How long do we have to think about it?" he inquired?

"If she wants the interview before you leave for America, Wednesday. After that, she'd have to interview with our North American HQ in California. We ensured you'd get an offer today so you would have the weekend to think it over."

"We'll discuss it and get with your legal department as soon as we've come to our final decision. Now, if we have nothing else to discuss, we thought we could go see the tourist attractions before the close of the week."

"Of course, as always feel free to contact us with any questions you have." Mokuba remained seated creating an awkwardness as Hayes and Sabrina stood, expecting to be walked to the door and exchange pleasantries. After a moment and a quick glance to Seto who was also sitting his ground, they saw themselves out.

The relief when they left the office was almost tangible: Seto, because he no longer had to endure the bombardment of emotions he had to mask, Mokuba because he was hiding his exhaustion with professionalism. The elder relaxed his shoulders while the younger slumped forward, resting his head on the desk.

"So tired," he mumbled, "Need nap."

"You can curl up in one of the armchairs and sleep for a bit." Set offered, "You used to do it all the time when I worked late."

"I used to fit," he groggily retorted, "Do you have one of those ridiculous coats I can use as a blanket?"

"As a matter of fact," Seto stood, ignoring the jab, "I might have a spare in here." His office had a bathroom and Seto kept a few changes of clothes in case he stayed through the night at work. As chance would have it, one of his old dueling capes was hanging in the closet. If he was the sort of person who felt remorse, he might have felt a tinge of embarrassment about his flamboyant phase, but he felt neither. He draped the massively long cloak over Mokuba's shoulders. His brother grunted a thank you.

"I need my desk back," Seto said with a patience he reserved only for Moki. He put his hands on the back of the roller chair.

"Too tired. Can't move. Sleep."

His older brother pulled the chair back, stretching Moki between the chair and desk, ignoring his groanings in protest. When the chair slid out from underneat him, he stubbornly slumped on the floor. Seto exhaled sharply. "Do I have to carry you?" Seto rolled his eyes at his sibling's antics.

"Carry." Mokuba muttered.

"Spoiled brat," he snorted. Nevertheless, he knelt and scooped Moki into his arms. Twenty-one or not, he was still Seto's baby brother. He couldn't carry him piggy back like he used to, his 'little' brother was too tall and too heavy, but Kaiba managed a semi-bridal style carry, laying his brother in the cushioned armchair and tucking him in with the cape.

His desk finally free, the CEO returned to his computer, going back to sifting through proposals for a new project. He'd read every detail of over thirty presentations, but nothing stood out to him as a winner.

Offer to partner with another game developer to provide hardware and peripherals? No. He didn't want to depend on other companies to make his devices successful.

Another Duel Monsters tournament? Those brought out more crazies than they did big spenders.

A Duel Monsters movie? Too much investment with no guarantee of a return.

A dueling academy? What is that? What even is that?

Hologram environment technology? Seto read over the proposal sent to him by the head of product testing. Where most tech companies were trying to capitalize on the VR visors to simulate reality by manipulating brainwaves, why not manipulate the environment with holograms instead. KaibaCorp already had the most advanced hologram technology, ones that could be heard, seen as opaque, and even feel; why not further it to create and entire simulated experience? Adding a little AI and keeping a tight control of the temperature could turn an empty room into a medieval banquet, a tour of Notre Dame, or a zombie infested hospital. The possibilities ranged from practical application to pure entertainment. The best part of pursuing holograms over VR was a lack of danger it posed to the users. VR helmets were deadly with microwaves, the newly designed visors had caused seizures and left people helpless to outside dangers. With KaibaCorp controlling the room, users were still fully immersed but in a safe construct that did not limit actual perception and under constant supervision by qualified technicians. The proposal went on to further suggest what technologies would need be researched, estimated costs and a tentative schedule before the release of a test type.

It was a good idea; building on what they already exceled at while eating into the Virtual Reality market. Profits might take time, but it was a solid investment in a field where there was demand. He typed an email to the head of product testing asking him to condense and refine his proposal for a board meeting scheduled for the end of the month.

Now he just had to find a way to tell Mokuba what he'd been silent about for ten years.