AmePiper: Thanks for the review! I hope this holds the answers to all your mind boggling questions! Enjoy!

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Mystical Sand: I don't know what to think of Steven, to tell you the truth. I mean, he is my own character, but he just sort of came out of nowhere. I actually wasn't planning on Seto having a new butler, but it just sort of happened when I was writing the chapter. I think this chapter will hold answers to some of your questions. Enjoy!

Afiong Bassey: I'm sorry this took so long to update, I hope you like the chapter!

Chapter 7

Play the Game

Mokuba stood very still. He had a feeling the children standing only a few feet away from him hadn't noticed he was even there. Seto stood by Mokuba's side with his hand on Mokuba's shoulder. Mokuba wanted more than anything to just drop out of school all together and stop going in that moment. The feeling of standing alone against the world was not an uncommon feeling. He had felt that way ever since they had moved from Japan.

"You'll do fine" Seto said, feeling as though he should say something. He knew his brother was feeling frightful, but he had to go to school. Mokuba looked up at him with big, hopeful eyes. His expression told him 'Please don't leave me here all alone, Nii-sama' in a small and feeble voice. Seto replied with a facial expression that said 'You can do this, I know you can. Just believe in yourself.' Mokuba looked away and left Seto's side as the bus arrived. "Have a good day at school!" Seto called. Mokuba got onto the bus without giving Seto even a look.

The bus was filled with all sorts of noise exchanged between students. Mokuba walked silently through the aisle. A couple kids gave him a weird look here and there, but otherwise he was invisible. He sat by himself all the way in the back of the bus. He felt safe there. He was beginning to feel a bit better about his situation. If kids simply ignored him, he wouldn't have the hard time he did in Domino. Always getting picked on and bullied, he was beginning to become optimistic about the whole idea of living here.

Mokuba leaned his head against the window, staring out at the small neighborhoods they passed. His anxiety returned to him as he started to remember the day before. His brother and his teacher had a meeting and she said that he would have to skip a grade or two and attend 7th grade instead of 5th because his studies in Japan had been so advanced that it was the appropriate level of learning for him. Mokuba sort of wished his brother hadn't agreed to the whole idea, he was already in a new school and he didn't want to be put in an even newer situation, but his brother agreed to it. Sometimes Seto didn't quite understand him and only saw things logically instead of emotionally. Sometimes he wouldn't even factor in emotions, he would just do it based on fact.

The bus came to a stop and a flood of kids ran out of the bus and bounded towards the school entrance. Mokuba slowly made his way off the bus and into the school. He looked around, clutching his schedule in his hand and making an effort not to run into anyone. 'So far, so good' Mokuba thought to himself as he made his way safely into his classroom. He had received only a few weird glances from other students and that was all. Hopefully the weird glances would go away and he would really be invisible.

The hallways were noisier than ever and packed full of chattering students. Mokuba tried as carefully as he could to slip around and through the crowds to his first period class as fast as he could. There was some amount of shoving, but Mokuba did his best to avoid such encounters as he silently slipped into his homeroom class. 'Home free' Mokuba thought to himself, letting out a sigh of relief and sitting down. It was long after he had sat down that the bell had rung and the students funneled through the doorway and to their seats. A kid approached Mokuba's desk.

"That's my seat, get out." The boy said with a growl. Mokuba got up without a word and moved to the side. The boy glared at him before taking his seat. Already Mokuba felt hated and he hadn't even done anything wrong.

"Good morning students!" the teacher said with a singsong voice as she walked into the classroom. "I'm sure you've already guessed that we have a special new student in our classroom this morning!" She said with peppiness. The teachers in Japan were nothing like this. Most of them were quite strict and to the point, Mokuba had never seen such kindness and enthusiasm from a teacher. When Mokuba finally snapped back from his thoughts, he noticed that everyone in the room was staring right at him. The teacher made a gesture for him to come to the front.

"Students, this is Mokuba Kaiba. He's from Domino City, Japan!" The students said nothing, only staring at him as if he were some exotic zoo animal. "Would you like to say a couple words about yourself?" The teacher asked, giving him a big and huge smile. She seemed nice enough, but she was starting to creep Mokuba out.

"Um…" His eyes went right to the floor.

"What kind of name is Mokuba?" A boy sneered. Mokuba instantly felt embarrassed and ashamed.

"John, that's very rude. Mokuba is a Japanese name."

"More like a name for a freakish looking pokemon!" The rest of the class began to laugh. Mokuba felt so out of place, he wanted to just run out of the room but he knew that it would only make the situation worse.

"That's it John, one more wise guy comment and I'm sending you out of the classroom." The teacher turned to Mokuba, "Please take your seat right over there. I'm sorry for my class's behavior." Mokuba gave a small nod and made his way to the back of the room. It was going to be a long day that was for sure.

"Well, I will admit, your resume is very… different." Mr. Covey said, laying the paper down, "But I'm not exactly sure what you have to offer is what my company is looking for."

"What are you talking about? Duel disks will change the way card games are played forever, how could you say that it's not what you're looking for?" Mr. Covey sighed, folding his hands on his desk and leaning back in his chair. "I'm telling you, my ideas will be a hit. Kids love them in Japan!"

"Well, that's just the thing. You see, another company has already released a product almost exactly like yours to the American audience so releasing this will only cost us money and won't make us a lot of profit."

"You're kidding me, I'm the one who came up with the idea of virtual dueling! What company has already produced it?"

"Industrial Illusions." Seto froze up for a moment. "It's true" Mr. Covey continued, "If you want to really get your gaming ideas out there, you'll have to go to that company to make any real success. It's the biggest gaming company in all of America, and our gaming company will never be able to compete against it. That's why my company doesn't sell card game products anymore." Seto gritted his teeth with anger.

"How dare that bastard steal my ideas…" Seto sighed, looking back up at Mr. Covey. "Do you know any other companies that might take my idea?"

"Well, I do know a couple I could list for you…"

"We're sorry, but you're just not what we're looking for Sito Kaiba."

"It's SETO Kaiba." Seto spat angrily.

"Well, whoever you are, we don't need you."

"Look buddy, I've run a company five times more successful than this shack and have made millions. Don't you think you're company could use an employee with experience like mine?" Mr. Johnson glared at Seto.

"Maybe we could use the experience, but I'm not exactly hiring kids right now."

"Kids? I'm eighteen years old and I've been running my own company since I was fifteen. I'm no kid." Mr. Johnson gave a small chuckle. Seto could feel his anger begin to boil inside himself. After Mr. Johnson finished chuckling, he looked Seto in the eye.

"Look kid, it's a big, bad world out there. I don't know what it's like in Japan, but people don't just hand you what you want in the United States. You have to work for what you want," Mr. Johnson glanced back down at the resume in front of him, "And from the resume you wrote, you sound kind of stuck up and over confident. If you want a word of advice, change that. No one will hire an arrogant teenager." Seto stood up, slamming his hands onto Mr. Johnson's desk.

"I didn't come here to get insulted!"

"It's called a advice, kid. You'll need a lot of it to make it in this country if you have an attitude like that."

"I don't need to take this."

"Then leave my office." Seto was out the door without another glance or reply. It appeared as though finding a job in this city was going to be harder than he thought. Seto walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. He pulled a small notebook out of his trenchcoat and looked at the addresses and companies written down. Three had already been crossed out. Four, including the one he had just walked out of. There were only two more companies left to visit, and Industrial Illusions was one of them. Seto quivered at the thought of even entering the company building that inhabited Pegasus.

Seto looked down at his watch. School was almost out for Mokuba. He decided to pick his brother up today since it was his first day of school in America. He flipped out his phone and dialed Steven's number.

"Hello?"

"Steven, I'm picking up Mokuba today."

"You are? But then what am I suppose to do? I've been sitting around all day waiting for orders but you haven't given me any."

"Well then clean our house or something. Or start on dinner."

"But-"

"Just do it." Seto hung up. It was going to take a lot of work getting through to that guy. He moved swiftly to his car and made sure to be in front of Mokuba's school just as the bell rung for everyone to leave. Seto stood outside of the car, his eyes searching the crowds of children running out of the school. He heard shouting from the other side of the school. Seto had a bad feeling about this.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the major delay. School, work, drama. Add all those together and you don't end up having a lot of time to yourself. I'm hoping this chapter wasn't terrible or anything. I promise to try and update more quickly next time. Thanks for all the great reviews!

P.S: I've also changed some of the chapter names because it's just become way too hard making them all one word so now they are a bit more trendy… I think. Just letting you guys know.