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The dull elevator music played from an invisible speaker somewhere above him. Making a mental note to have the music changed sometime, Seto Kaiba arrived at the lobby of Kaiba Corp. It was a rather impressive place with glistening marble tiles and comfortable leather sofas scattered artfully near the main entrance.

The three receptionists, the last of the few people still here, looked up simultaneously and said monotonously, "Have a good day, Mr. Kaiba."

With a curt nod, Kaiba walked briskly out of the front doors. His limo was already waiting for him, as always. He stepped into the car without a word. The chauffer tipped his hat at his decade-younger boss and drove towards the Kaiba mansion, no questions asked.

"Wait a moment," Kaiba said slowly.

The chauffer slowed down a bit and glanced at him from the rearview mirror. "Yes, Mr. Kaiba?"

"I…I don't feel like going home just yet." Scrawling down the address of the bookstore he had gone in a few months ago onto a piece of paper, he handed it to his driver. "Make a detour there."

The chauffer stared down at the paper, a bit amazed that the CEO didn't want to rush home on a rainy day like this.

"Sir--"

"Drive," Kaiba said sternly.

"Yes, sir."

Kaiba leaned backwards in his seat, watching the scenery as it flashed by. He didn't exactly know why he wanted to go see the shop. The idea had just…popped into his mind. A part of him wanted to go to see if the girls had any answers to the Pegasus fiasco, but the other part of him said that this idea was stupid.

"Wait--never mind, we're going home."

"Very good, sir," the chauffer said, looking for a place to U-turn.

"No, scratch that, we're still going to the store."

"Yes, sir," the driver replied meekly.

Kaiba shook his head. Had he lost it? Arguing with himself aloud? And in front of a member of his staff?

"Sir?" The chauffer had caught Kaiba shaking his head.

"Just go."

"Very well, sir."

\/\/\/\/\/

A short while later, the limousine pulled up in front of the store. Rolling down his window, the azure-eyed teen noticed the big 'SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED' sign. With a sigh, he rolled the window back up.

"They're closed…drive home," Kaiba ordered.

"Yes, sir."

/\/\/\/\/\

Kaiba opened the door of his mansion, greeted by bright lights and the delicious aromas of dinner.

"NII-SAMA!"

Looking around, he saw his little brother, Mokuba, come barreling down the stairs and collide with him head-on, wrapping him in a tight hug around his legs, the highest he could reach.

"Hello to you too, Mokuba," Kaiba grinned slightly.

"It was scary without you at home…how come you're so late anyways?" the raven-haired boy asked, releasing his brother, wide-eyed and looking up at his nii-sama.

"I'm not that late Mokuba, relax."

Before the boy could pester him with any more questions, a plump and grandmotherly-looking figure, the cook, appeared. "Dinner is ready, Mr. Kaiba."

"Thank you, Isabel. Come, Mokuba. Tell me about your day," Kaiba beckoned imperiously.

The two brothers seated themselves at the dining room table, facing each other and with a mountain-load of food between them. There were mashed potatoes, chicken, ebi tempura, yakitori, dumplings, fried rice, shrimp cocktails, and other delicious dishes.

Bemused, Kaiba looked up at the cook, who had escorted the brothers to the table.

"What's the reason for this feast, Isabel?"

"Well, you see Mr. Kaiba--" the elderly cook began to reply, but Mokuba cut her off.

"We've got visitors, nii-sama!"

"Oh? Visitors?" Kaiba raised an eyebrow. "Where are they?"

"Uhm…I guess I'll go get them," Mokuba answered, suddenly remembering that he had ditched them somewhere in the mansion when he had heard his brother's limo pull into the driveway.

"No need, we're here already," answered a voice.

All parties present glanced up to see the two teenage girls from the bookstore Kaiba had gone to earlier.

"What're you doing here?" were the first words that shot out of Kaiba's mouth.

"Rude, are you?" jibed the girl with the glasses, Kham.

"Excuse me, I'll be as rude as I wish in my house, thank you," sneered Kaiba back.

"Not when we have information to tell you," shot Kham back. "Important info."

"None of your information interests me," Kaiba lied. It seemed kind of ironic how he had just gone to see these girls, and they weren't there because they were…well, here. But he wasn't going to give in this easily—he had his Kaiba pride.

"Yeah, okay, you pompous, blown-up, ego-inflated bast—"

Isabel cleared her throat loudly and nodded pointedly at Mokuba. Jo, the other girl, shook her head in amusement. Mokuba was following the conversation between Kham and his brother like he would watch a tennis match, wide-eyed and his mouth opened in a slight 'O' shape.

"Sorry," Kham muttered sullenly.

Kaiba smirked, as if he had been the one to subdue the girl.

"Oh shut it," Kham snarled.

With an anime sweat drop, Jo fingered her neck buckle with the mini duel card hanging off of it and said, "Kaiba, she's right. We do have information."

"Oh fine," the CEO snapped. With flapping motions of his hands, he beckoned for the girls to sit down at the dinner table with him and his brother.

"Ha, I thought so," Kham grinned, and immediately reached for the ebi tempura, dunking it into the soy sauce so that it was almost blackened.

"Whatever," Kaiba growled back.

"Call me if you need anything, Mister Kaiba, Master Kaiba, guests," Isabel said, bowing out of the dining room.

After a few moments of silence only punctured by the clatter of knives and forks and chopsticks and Mokuba's noisy swallowing, Kaiba decided that it was time the guests explained themselves. Clearing his throat, he set down his fork and knife and looked pointedly at Jo and said, "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't call security right now and have them throw you out."

"…you've got to be joking, Kaiba. We've already started eating and now you bring that up?" Jo rolled her eyes.

Ignoring her comment, he asked, "Well? Why are you here?"

"Kaiba, be patient will you?" Taking another bite of her dumpling, she beckoned to the nearly invisible butler in the corner, motioning him forward.

"Yes ma'am?" he asked, bowing slightly.

She whispered brief instructions in his ear. He nodded, then announced, "I will be right back."

Jo turned back to her food. Seriously, she had to get some cooking lessons from that Isabel. She could cook food fit for the gods. After spooning another dollop of mashed potatoes into her mouth, she looked up to find Kaiba still semi-glaring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"I still don't understand why you're here. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't take to ordering my servants around."

"Patience, Seto Kaiba. Learn some patience."

With a snort, Kham looked up and said, "You're one to lecture Jo; you're beyond impatient yourself."

"Shut up," Jo retaliated, but she was grinning when she said it.

Just now, the butler returned with a remote control on a silver platter. "Here you are, madam."

"Thank you," Jo replied, taking the remote off the platter. With a raised eyebrow at Kaiba, she asked, "Does all of your staff usually give you things on silver platters?"

The glare was enough to tell Jo that she should probably stop pestering the guy and answer his questions.

"Alright, alright…sheesh…" she muttered.

Pressing the top button of the remote control, Pegasus suddenly materialized directly in front of the table. "Hello Kaiba boys."

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