"Seto! Seto! SEEETOOO!"

Seto rolled over and rubbed his eyes. He looked up and saw Mokuba standing over him. He groaned and closed his eyes again. He was still so tired.

"Seto! Wake up! It's twleve thirty man!" Mokuba said.

Seto's eyes snapped open.

"WHAT? You're not serious!" He said as he bolted straight up.

"Uh yeah I am. What are you doing? Are you staying home or going into the office?" Mokuba asked.

"I can't stay home! Shit!" Seto yelled and jumped up out of his bed.

He bolted over to his dresser and ripped open his dresser drawers. Mokuba watched him with a concerned look on his face.

"I still think you should just work from home," Mokuba said.

"I can't Mokuba. There's things I need to take care of today," Seto said as he pulled his shirt off quickly and slipped into another one.

"Like what? You should let the people you hire actually do their jobs. You don't have to do everything yourself," Mokuba said.

"If I don't do it myself it won't get done right Mokuba. And the people I hire are hopeless morans," Seto said as he changed his pants.

"Then why do you hire them in the first place?" Mokuba asked.

Seto stopped halfway through putting on his trench coat and thought.

"I...don't know," Seto said.

Mokuba shook his head.

"You're crazy big brother, absolutely insane," Mokuba said.

Seto resumed putting his trench coat on.

"No I'm not. I'm perfectly sane Mokuba," He said.

Mokuba smirked.

"Okaaay. Whatever. I'm meeting Lisa at the coffee shop. See ya and try to come home before midnight tonight," Mokuba said.

Seto laughed dryly.

"Yeah, right. Don't you dare get anymore stupid books from her," Seto said.

"Bla bla bla." Mokuba muttered as he walked out of the room.

Seto continued to hurry and rush, but then stopped. After all, he WAS Seto Kaiba. He didn't need to rush for ANYONE. He was the CEO of one of the most powerful and whealthy companies in the entire world. Sometimes he forgot that. Forgot who he was now. Sometimes, he felt like he was a little boy again. And that he needed to rush to impress people. But there wasn't anyone on this earth that he cared about enough to want to impress them. Except Mokuba. But he didn't need to impress his little brother.

So he took his time getting ready. And got to the company thirty minutes later.

Seto walked into his office and and sat behind his desk. He wanted to get to work, so just maybe he could be home by one tonight. He turned his computer on. Just then his secretary rushed into the office. She was about 5'3, very thin, and had shoulder length wavy black hair and dark green eyes and a cute, heart shaped face. Seto couldn't stand her though. She rushed up to Seto's desk.

"Mr. Kaiba, I'm sooo glad you're okay! I was oh so worried about you!" She cooed.

He slowly looked up at her, his icy blue eyes narrowing.

"And why is this Hotoru?" Seto asked.

"You were almost an hour late! You're never ever late! And when you didn't show up, I got sooo worried about you!" Hotoru exlaimed, clutching her heart.

Seto grimaced, thinking dear god this bitch is annoying. He didn't know why he hired her in the first place. He didn't need a secretary. He was very self-efficient..

"I'm perfectly okay so you can go away now. Go file something before I fire you," Seto said as he started typing.

Hotoru giggled. Seto hated her giggle. It was high pitched and annoying. She smiled at him.

"Oh Mr. Kaiba, you are so silly! Can I get you some coffee? Any breakfast?" She asked as she smiled fondly at him.

Seto didn't even look up from his computer. He just continued pounding away on his key board.

"No. Go away," He said.

"Oh alright sir," She said with a giggle.

She smiled fondly at him and then walked out of the room. Seto continued typing.

Seto was in his limo on the way down town to KaibaLand. There was some sort of problem with one of the top selling rides and he wanted to check it out personally. No one but him could probably figure it out anyways. It was quite boring in the limo. Seto wished he had a VCR hooked up to the t.v. so he could watch Pokemon.

He hated times like this. Times where he had nothing to do so he would start to think. About anything and everything unpleasant. About how Mokuba was growing up so fast and how he would soon be on his own. Seto didn't know what he would do with himself when the day came that the kid was grown up and had his own life. Mokuba was his whole world. That day would certainly suck.

He looked out the tinted limo windows and saw a little boy walking with his mom. The mom was laughing and smiling proudly at her little son and the boy was looking at her warmly. Seto looked away. He hated seeing happy little families still whole and in tact. Then he hated himself for feeling like that.

On the other side of the limo Seto saw a happy couple walking. They were walking slowly and close together and holding hands. The girl had her head resting on the guy's shoulder. Seto glared at them, hating them for their obvious happiness.

He was alone and he had only himself to blame. He had forced the only woman brave enough and patient enough to reach out to him and try and get close to him. Ishizu Ishtar. Thinking of her name now brought out only one emotion in Seto, regret. Ishizu had loved him and wanted to marry him. But he hadn't loved her, couldn't love her. He wondered what was wrong with him. Ishizu was, beautiful. She had been amazing. Maybe he wasn't capable of loving someone that way.

"Whatever. Who cares really. Love is...pointless," Seto muttered to himself.

The limo driver kept driving and said nothing. He was used to Seto talking randomly to himself. He did it quite often. Seto pulled his briefcase over to him. He needed something to do, to keep his mind off of things. He cursed himself for getting everything done earlier that day. Now he had nothing to do. Why did he have to be so self-efficent?

Then something caught his eye. It was that stupid trashy book he had taken away from Mokuba. He must have thrown it into his briefcase this morning when he was in a hurry. He looked at the book with distaste. What was wrong with his brother? How could anyone, any self respecting guy, like this shit? Seto opened to the front page. He began to read. Just because it was there and it was something to do. It went like this:

Her heart was as empty as her cheap, little apartment.

Wow, Seto thought, wow. This shit was so dumb.

"Poor, poor Lia," Seto muttered with a smirk.

The driver continued on without a word. Seto continued reading.

She was an empty shell of a person. Her life was meaningless. She had nothing. She felt worthless. She felt like she was a waste of space, a waste of a person.

Seto was deeply involved in the pages of the book without even realizing it. He read ten pages in less then five minutes. He couldn't believe it, but the writer actually knew how to write. There was emotions in the pages. Emotions very similar to his own. The words described exactly how he felt about himself. He, related to Lia. It amazed him.

"Mr. Kaiba, we're here," Said the driver.

"What?" Seto asked absent mindedly.

"We've arrived at KaibaLand sir," The driver said.

"Oh," Seto replied.

He was in a daze, his head still in the pages of the book. He actually didn't want to put the book down. But of course he did. He got out of the car and one of the employees of KaibaLand rushed forward.

"I'll lead you to the ride we're having difficulties with Sir," The guy said.

Seto nodded vaugely and allowed the guy to lead him through the park. But his mind was still on that book.