"Ugh…what just happened?" asked the dazed Seto.
"There you are, Mr. Seto Kaiba," one of the guards said. "We were wondering where you were."
"What are you talking about? I've been here this whole time."
"When we came in the room, all we saw was some little shrimp wearing your suit."
"Yugi came into my office and was trying on my clothes?"

"We don't know his name," the other replied. "He said he was you, but we know that his hair doesn't look quite that ridiculous."

To think that Yugi would do such a thing was strange, but not completely unbelievable. After all, going through your rival's desk drawers has the potential to be a great source of blackmail. Especially if what you find includes hundreds of pictures that show you and him engaging in various sexual acts. It was bad enough that he kept losing to a midget with a split-personality, but to have pictures of him going from a sparring partner to a sex partner would simply add insult to injury.

"Looks like I'm going to have to pay someone a visit," replied Seto. "But this time, I won't be the one who's paying."

"Do you want us to get involved in any way?"
"This is between me and Yugi. I don't need nor do I want anyone else to get involved."
"We understand completely."

When the two goons left, he took out a notepad from one of his desk drawers and wrote: "Confront Yugi on privacy issues."

The rest of the day went by with no signs of headaches or chest pains.

When Seto got back to the mansion, Mokuba was quick to greet him.

"Seto, are you alright?" Mokuba asked. "I heard that someone broke into KaibaCorp again."
"I've been told that it was Yugi who broke into KaibaCorp," replied Seto.
"Why would he want to do something like that? He has no reason to hack the company or steal anything."

Seto looked around nervously. Even Mokuba didn't know that he kept a stash of pornographic pictures in his desk. All he knew was that the drawers were almost always locked, and when they weren't, Seto kept a close eye on him to make sure that he wouldn't go through them.

"You never know. Some people change over time."
"Oh come on, Seto. Maybe somebody gave you a bad description…what did they say?"
"They said the person was short and had a ridiculous hairdo."
"There are many people like that, though."
"Not many of those people have tri-colored hair that takes 200 bottles of hair gel to get it the way it is."
"They didn't say anything about hair color, did they?"
"No, but I know that his hair is the most ridiculous of them all. So, logically, it must be him."
"You should really look before you leap, Seto," warned Mokuba. "Remember the situation with Anu-"
"That never happened," Seto interrupted. "Now let's never speak of it again."

"It's time for dinner," called one of the maids. "Chilled melon soup and filet mignon with freshly boiled edamame on the side."

When they sat down to eat dinner, Mokuba looked at Seto as he stirred his soup to check the consistency. When Seto looked up and smiled, Mokuba could have sworn that he saw a strange glint in his eyes. He could feel a strange vibe emanating from his brother. Something was most definitely wrong.

"Seto, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Seto replied sternly.
"You look different."
"I don't know what you're talking about; I always look like this."
"I can see it in your eyes," Mokuba cried. "What have you done with Seto?"
"I have done nothing with Seto Kaiba," he replied calmly. "And that's because I am Seto Kaiba."

Mokuba got up from his chair and walked over to where Seto was sitting.

"What have you done with my brother?" Mokuba yelled.

Seto had just about had enough of this, and was ready to explode. He knew who he was, and he wasn't going to let anyone tell him otherwise.

"Give me my brother back!" Mokuba demanded as he clutched Seto by the collar.

Seto grabbed Mokuba's hand and pulled it off of his shirt. He looked him straight in the eyes to instill fear into his heart, giving him a look so cold that he'd think twice about violating his personal space ever again.

"Do you really want to know who I am?" asked Seto.

Mokuba glared at him and ran up to his room with tears in his eyes.

Seto blinked and put his left hand to his forehead.