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The bell's ringing filled the school, followed quickly by the sound of an uncountable number of feet as students rushed off, classes being finished for the day. Kaiba Mokuba walked out of his classroom with the last of his classmates, a little nervous about where he was going.

"Hey, Mokuba!"

It was one of his good friends, Rebbecca Hopkins, an American. Her grandfather and Yuugi's had worked together in Egypt many times, and she had gotten to come to school in Japan in order to spend time with the many Japanese friends she had, her grandfather acquiescing when Solomon went into semi-retirement to support Yuugi's education, giving her someone to look after her. She had quickly become friends with Mokuba, much to Seto's dismay. Seto only begrudgingly allowed Yuugi to call him 'friend', and only approved of Rebbecca and Mokuba's relationship because Rebbecca was a genius just as much as Yuugi and the Kaiba brothers were.

Rebbecca was now running toward him, stopping to catch her breath only when she reached him, as if he was trying to get away. Rebbecca had always been decent at sports and the like (definitely better than Yuugi, who's short stature and obsession with games of a more sedentary nature didn't help him), but nowhere near the Kaiba brothers, both of whom were naturally athletic.

"What's up, Becca?" The nickname had become standard between the two of them, a sort of proof of their friendship. Once a guy had tried to call her by that name, and had earned herself some time on the ground.

"Not much, Mokie," she said, invoking the name that he wouldn't allow most others to call him – Seto being pretty much the sole exception, of course. "I just heard that you got today off work. I was wondering if you were going to the party tonight."

Despite Rebbecca's genius, she never applied herself the way Mokuba had. While neither did much studying, not that they needed it, Mokuba refused to allow any of the Kaiba brothers still substantial, but now liquid, wealth to be spent on anything but rent and his rather expensive high school. (Yuugi went here on his winnings from gaming championships, bringing his good friend from public school, Katsuya Jounouchi, with him.) Rebbecca, on the other hand, spent much of her time partying. While she never allowed herself to be dragged down to the depths that many of her fellow students went to, she seemed to enjoy being the only rational person in a room of drunken sex-crazed idiots. Mokuba had to admit that he never found the prospect appealing, though his American friend seemed to feel the need to continually pester him to come.

"No, Seto asked me a favor today. I can't say much, but it might get him off the couch."

"Well that's good. He's not been the same since the takeover, has he?"

"No, he hasn't," sighed Mokuba. "Listen, I really gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Right. I'll see you later, Mokie."

She had a gleam in her eye that he didn't like. The little genius could be a real troublemaker sometimes, and could possibly even outwit him. His guard would be up.

Mokuba ran out of the school, jogging to grab his bike. The address that Seto gave him was on the industrial side of town, quite a distance from his school, but he could get there on his bike in less than an hour. On his way, however, he had to pass what he considered to be a real eyesore. There was a billboard advertising a set of chess pieces that not only displayed a holographic version of the board in varying sizes so that onlookers could watch the game in anywhere from actual to man sizes. Not only that, but the pieces were enchanted so that they responded to spoken commands from the players, actually attacking each other and dragging their victims off the board. The worse thing was though, this was apparently provided by "Kaiba Corp, a division of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes".

Soon enough, Mokuba was past the billboard and on the street that apparently housed the new headquarters of his brother's new company with that Scorpius fellow. He had seemed nice enough last night, talking late into the night about the ideas that he had for the new company.

Scorpius turned out to be the sole heir to a large fortune in England, all of it in wizarding money. His father was a very wealthy man, all of it inherited, from an old wizarding family. His father and grandfather had apparently taken some action or series of actions that had caused the family to fall well out of favor while his dad was still a youth. Draco, Scorpius's father, was still alive, but had allowed his son to take over as head of the family the moment he turned seventeen, still grieving at the murder of his wife at vengeful hands four years previous.

Scorpius had chosen to go to a muggle engineering school after finishing wizarding school, quite a break from tradition with his family. He had spent a year getting caught up to his muggle peers in math and the sciences, and lived four years as a muggle in university life. He had just graduated the year previous with a masters in electrical engineering, having taken many classes at advanced level and graduating from his bachelor's degree program a year early.

Now he planned on working on this company with Seto, the raising of the veil giving him opportunity to work building with both muggle and magical materials. Apparently his hope was to pioneer a new field of Magical Engineering, with Blue Eyes incorporated as the flagship company of the new field.

Mokuba found the headquarters and shop of Blue Eyes Inc., a warehouse that stood out from all the others surrounding it by the painting of a large white dragon, outlined in blue, on it's side. Mokuba could have sworn he saw it moving. Yes, it was definitely, otherwise it would have found it difficult to roar as it did, a screeching sound.

Scorpius appeared outside with a crack, wand pointed at Mokuba. Seeing who it was, he lowered his wand. "Oh, hello. Come on inside."

Mokuba went to try the door, unable to disappear and reappear at will as Scorpius apparently could. He found it stuck closed, and unable to open. He had just started to look around for some sort of locking mechanism when he heard the Malfoy chuckle. Mokuba turned to look at the older man.

"I'm afraid you need the password to get inside. No muggle means can open this door without it, and only a very powerful wizard could. White Lightning."

Mokuba cocked his head at the strange phrase, but then he heard the sound of motion behind him. Turning, he saw that the large door had opened, revealing his brother hard at work at a drawing table, a sight Mokuba drank in like water. He turned his head to Scorpius.

"Why do you go pointing your wand threateningly whenever the dragon roars if you can't get into here without the password?"

"A powerful wizard could, and Weasley's brother-in-law happens to be the most powerful wizard alive. While I doubt that he would get involved with a business dispute, especially since he's all but legally my cousin and he's now the headmaster at Hogwarts, but I you can't be too careful."

"He's your cousin?"

"Basically. All of us old wizard families are connected, and Harry's godfather comes from one of the oldest wizarding families of all, my great-aunt was his godfather's aunt. And since Potter and Weasley are old wizarding names, I doubt that he isn't my cousin somewhere along the line."

"You don't know?"

"Well, my family would have considered them blood-traitors, and the Weasleys and Potters would consider us dark wizards, so no, I don't think either of us would have any record of relations."

Mokuba stood still for a moment, counting on his fingers. "That's pretty convoluted."

"Yeah, it is. And you'd have to know some history of magic to understand it. I think that the government's giving some lectures on magical history, you should go. Not that it'll help you understand that too much, since my family's in British history."

By that time the two had reached the older Kaiba, who looked up from his sketches. "Hello, Mokie. Take a look at this."

On his brother's drawing table laid some schematics for what appeared to be a set of goggles, with many notes on the sides that included symbols that Mokuba recognized from his time as Kaiba Corp's vice president and some symbols that he didn't know. "What's that?" Mokuba pointed to one.

"It's a symbol I designed for use in Magical Engineering. I spent most of today explaining the notes I had already made to your brother, I'll go over it with you later if you like."

"But right now, we have another job for you. Remember those VR chambers that we experimented with at Kaiba Corp? We've found a way to give you that total-body integration with nothing more than a pair of goggles. And it doesn't even violate Kaiba Corp patents! We're going to start building a prototype soon, but we need some software for it. I have a book of specifications here, why don't you start working? If I remember correctly, you can program a bit, right?"

Mokuba grinned. Back at the old company, Mokuba had started correcting the university-educated programmers at the age of eight, and by fifteen he had earned a few software patents for the company.

Building a whole new set of language tools for a new product wasn't something he had done himself, though. It was a new challenge, one that he was certain that he was up to, but that could take some time. He had assisted the head software engineer at one point doing this, but that was nothing like doing it yourself.

Mokuba cracked open the specs and began to study.

So, here it is at 0230 where I am, and I'm up writing. However, I just got struck with the feeling that I needed to do this. So, here it is.

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