EPILOGUE – HAIR
As soon as Seto Kaiba got back from his business trip in China, he was already loaded with messages from his personal answering machine, clients, enemy companies, and so forth. In the midst of listening to the messages in his answering machine, most of which were more whiny and pointless than productive, Mokuba knocked on his office door and let himself in. The younger Kaiba held a blue-colored sack, which – even from where Seto was sitting, – seemed to have some noticeable stains.
Still, Mokuba held it with a smile. "Big brother, guess what!"
Seto tried to be annoyed with him, but found that he couldn't at the moment. The two had already spent all of yesterday together in celebration of Seto's return, but the elder was planning on finishing all professional tasks before spending more time with his brother, who nowadays got him to relax too much and more often.
As Mokuba callously placed the dirty (Seto couldn't take his eyes off of the careless, suspicious stains) bag on the desk, Seto paused his answering machine. "Can you make this fast, Mokuba. I still have a lot to do."
"If it's about Yuugi, then it's important, right?" Mokuba took out two dolls from the sack. "He also sent a 'Welcome Back' card signed by him and those other losers – even Jonouchi. C'mon, Seto, isn't this cool?"
The older brother continued to stare at the dolls.
"What, brother?" Mokuba asked, holding the toys up. "It's not hard to figure out. This one is me and this one is you."
"It's hideous."
Mokuba looked at the dolls quizzically. "They are?"
Seto reached out and plucked the Seto-plush from Mokuba's hands. "I actually hate to say this, but it seems that even a company like Industrial Illusions is better suited for this type of production than the King of Games himself. Observe, Mokuba..."
The small boy leaned forward. The Seto-plush certainly wasn't a professional work, but Mokuba still found it fairly cute and soft. "I don't see what's wrong with it."
"Look at the hair," Seto snipped, and Mokuba noticed how his brother held the doll – as if it were an edible thing that didn't seem edible at all. "This doll is not me. The hair is obviously too flat. It's a Medieval Catholic monk wearing my coat!" With that, he tossed the doll towards Mokuba and leaned back in his chair. "Now take that filthy excuse for a mini-me and burn it - and burn it well. I don't want to see even a trace of it ever again. This is obviously an insult not only to my hair, but to me as well. Yuugi Mutou is challenging me to a duel. Well, if it's a duel he wants, then he'll get a battle that'll decide who the new Duel King will be!"