Of Dice and Dragons

Nope… still don’t own anything!

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Through the Eyes of a Dragon

Seto Kaiba leisurely strolled through the main lobby of the Kaiba Corporation building, and was in unusually good spirits during the whole bullet-elevator ride. So it was really no surprise when he nonchalantly flung open the large, polished oak doors which lead to his posh CEO office.

Strutting inside, Seto was stopped head in his tracks when he heard a phone conversation… well at least one end of it:

"What? You don’t want your puny little Kame Game Shop to be bought out by the wonderful, multimillion dollar, multinational conglomerate that is Kaiba Corporation? Surely we can make it worth your while…"

Puzzled, Seto struggled to identify just what was going on, and why that voice sounded remarkably like his…

"So, that’s the sick little game you’re going to play? Truly, it matters not, we have other ways of making you submit to us. You cannot refuse me, I am Seto Kaiba!"

‘No, no you’re not.’ The real Seto Kaiba thought. Then he noticed the phone on his desk wasn’t even turned on. As much as he enjoyed listening how Kaiba Corporation was going to take over Yugi’s game shop, he had to know whose idea of a sick joke this was.

Trying not to be seen, he stalked up behind the large, leather swivel chair, which faced the window opposite the main door, and likely hiding the perpetrator. He spun it around to reveal a familiar grey-eyed black mop.

"Mokuba?!"

"Big brother! Shouldn’t you be at school?" he asked innocently.

"SHOULDN’T YOU?!" Seto exclaimed.

Mo cou couldn’t help but chuckle nervously.

"Yeah, but school was cancelled today because it was too cold." He replied happily, "Wasn’t yours?"

"Alas no. Oh the joys of high school, I was stuck with the idiots…"

Now Mokuba couldn’t help but wince.

"At least you feel my pain, now come help me make my theme music." Seto decided.

So there sat the Brothers Kaiba, in front of the massive computer in Seto’s formerly secret underground "lab", deep within the Kaiba mansion.

"So what genre should my theme music be?" Seto asked his brother, "It’s supposed to be instrumental."

"Classical?" Mokuba suggested.

"Too instrumental."

"Pop?"

"Not instrumental enough."

"Jazz?"

"Too boring."

"Country?"

"TWANG!"

"Point taken, Rock?"

"Not my style…"

*Two hours later*

"Heavy Metal Gangsta Rap?"

"Never say that again… Especially with potential reference to me." The elder snapped.

"But Seto, we’ve been at this for over two hours, what else can there be? And did I mention it’s lunchtime, I’m hungry, and neither of us have eaten yet?"

"I know, I just need the right music. And yes, you’re been whining about food for the last hour, keep this up and you’ll turn out like Jounouchi."

"May I suggest techno?" The sentient computer voice suggested.

Both brothers smacked themselves in the head simultaneously.

"It’ll be perfect." Seto admitted.

"I wonder why we didn’t think of it… Well, why I didn’t think of it ‘cause I was doing all the thinking!" Mokuba asked.

Seto shrugged and got to work. Within twenty minutes, he had composed (with the help of his trusty computer) what he thought to be the best piece of techno music ever written, and so there were the Kaiba brothers, contentedly sleeping. Mokuba was rested on his brother’s chest and Seto’s newest addition to his wardrobe — a black leather, über belted trench coat, covered them both as a nice blanket.

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