Chapter 1-America

I do not appreciate flames, but I do want constructive criticism. I want to become a better writer.

Whenever you see an "r" with a word that should be with a "l" for Seiji, know that's on purpose. It's my attempt at writing a Japanese accent of English.

This story is T for bad language, occasional minor crudeness, racism, and other such stuff. They do not reflect my views, but they were necessary for the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did, Yugi would not have such ridiculous hair. I technically do not own Seto's and Mokuba's parents, but their concepts belong to me. Don't worry. Your favorite C.E.O. will make his appearance.

A tall Japanese boy of eighteen briskly walked to class. In a sea of foreigners, he stood out like a sore thumb. With his short thick black hair, dark almond-shaped eyes, and golden-toned skin, the man was one-of-a-kind. Nearby, he heard loud laughter of college students. He could not understand the joke. He was confused by it. English, a language which he had studied for years at his school, seemed incomprehensive with its citizens' rapid speech and its mysterious idioms. He had gained high scores in school, but books could only teach so much.

It had been one month since Seiji Nakamura had come to America. He was studying at the Massachussets Institute of Technology with a full scholarship from Japan as an engineering student (1). In Japan Seiji was a top student, ranking among the top ten in the national exams during high school. He even had gotten accepted in Japan's number one school, Tokyo University, but he shocked everyone when he declared that he would study in America. His father declared him to be an idiot. Meanwhile, his mother cried about the distance, asked him how he would ever eat good onigiri, and cited all the horror stories of "those disgusting Americans" that she could think of (2).

Despite his family's cries of discouragement, Seiji decided to pack his bags and move halfway across the world. He had felt utterly confident about his success and opportunity in America. It was all part of his plan. He would study civil engineering at M.I.T., go for his Master's, and find a company to work for (1). Afterwards, when he had made his money, he would return to Japan. Seiji would ready to be the best civil engineer that Japan had ever seen. Maybe he could build that amusement park that he dreamed of. Then, perhaps, Seiji might think about finding that Japanese bride that his mother wished for him.

Now, however, a dose of reality struck him. America stood in his way. Their strange accents distracted him. Their peculiar customs bewildered him. Their strong independent strides, their loud behavior, their odd food. It was all foreign to him. In America he had no friends. Seiji had always been a reserved person, but he had a small group of friends. In America, however, he had no one. When his family called, he never spoke of his loneliness. He was not ready to hear about what a mistake his decision had been.

Evidently, he had been in such deep thought as he walked that he bumped into a taller, extremely muscular man with dark glasses who was holding a cup. The juice drink spurted all over the bulky man, and luckily for Seiji, stained the man's shirt. The monster of a man turned around at the Japanese boy and looked in horror.

"Hey, watch it, you Chinese guy! What the hell are you going to do about this stain?"

Seiji bowed in apology. "I am sorry, sir," he replied in his thick Japanese accent. "I should have watched where I was going. I wirr pay for any dry creaning. Prease accept my aporogy." Then he added, "By the way, I am Japanese, not Chinese."

"HEY!" The muscular man grabbed Seiji's collar with both hands. "I DON'T' CARE IF YOU'RE A CHINK OR A JAP! DON'T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

"Hey!" a female voice cried. "He said sorry. Leave him alone." Seiji turned to find the owner to belong to an extremely stunning woman. A beautiful blue-eyed Caucasian girl with flowing dark brown hair faced him. She could have easily been over five feet eight and had a ferocious look in her eyes that caught Seiji's attention.

"Laura, you're my sister, but stay out of this." The muscular man tightened his grip from Seiji's collar. "This man needs to pay for his mistake."

She scoffed, unperturbed by this man's threat. "Well, Brian, I doubt that shirt could have been worth much. Where was it from?" She smirked. "The local garage sale?"

The muscular man growled, letting Seiji fall to floor. "Hey, I'll let you know that—"

"Leave it," the girl interrupted. "This poor guy's clearly new here, so the last thing he needs is for a complete stranger to give him crap." The beautiful blue-eyed girl walked toward Seiji and held out her hand. Hesitantly, Seiji grabbed the girl's hand and got up.

"I'm Laura. Laura Jones."

"Raura," Seiji repeated. The girl laughed softly. Seiji was confused by this, but her warm smile and kind eyes showed that it meant no harm. He couldn't help but be hypnotized by her beautiful blue eyes. He could stare at them forever.

...

Six years later, Seiji kissed Laura's cheek. She smiled weakly. In her arms a newborn baby was cradled. He had dark brown hair and pale Caucasian skin like his mother. His eyes were a blend of his Asian and Caucasian roots. As his eyes opened, his almond-shaped eyes were a shade of beautiful dark blue.

"He's so perfect!" Laura cried. "He's so wonderful! Oh, Seiji, I don't know how I could be so lucky." Tears poured down her face; she could barely control her happiness.

Seiji stared at his son in wonder. The infant gurgled as he blinked toward him. "Seto." Laura looked back at Seiji. "He rooks rike a Seto."

Laura smiled,. "Seto it is. Welcome, Seto Michael Nakamura. Daddy and I'll give you everything. We'll protect you and give you the greatest happiness." They stared at the baby, loving him as only parents can.

As you guys already guessed, the Kaiba brothers are biracial in my story. I wanted to keep the Japanese roots of Seto Kaiba, but I wanted to keep him as an American. Plus, it would explain why Kaiba and Mokuba looked different. (Just in case you guys didn't guess.) His mother is a Caucasian American, and his father is Japanese from Japan. I hope you guys get hint of a certain similarity between Kaiba and his father, and it is not that they are reserved or height. Cookies to whoever gets this.

(1) Massachusetts Institute of Technology—also known as M.I.T.-from those who are not from the U.S.—It is one of the most prestigious universities and is known for its sciences.

(2) Onigiri-snack of Japanese formed into triangle or oval shapes and often wrapped in nori (edible seaweed) (I got this from wikipedia. Check it for a pic)

Seiji Nakamura is not a genius, but he's very smart.