I'm going to make this short and simple. The reason why I wasn't able to update....

Is because of Finals.

By next week, and three more days is where everything it going to take place. The worst time for us high school students to begin with, along with our upper classmates.

Summer Break is just around the corner so I have to make sure that I prepare and do my best like last semesters. I'm sorry for not updating, and I hope you know as much as I do that schoolwork has always taken away our time of being able to spend time with all of you and update for, yours truly, entertainment.

In addition, if you guys want me to update as soon as possible, during my tests, quizzes, benchmark, and all of that important stuff, then please leave comments and A LOT of encouragement!

Thank you! Oh! And thanks @lemankat59 for the amazing comments and support! I enjoyed many of the comments that this person had left behind, and the encouragements that it had made me feel. Though there was that time when she, or he, was straight forward......Anyway! I dedicate this chapter to @lemankat59 for the support and for the amazing comments that will always make me laugh. 😂

Hope you enjoy this chapter! Love ya! _______________________________

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now, servant?"

"N-No, sir. I d-do not."

Tension had begun to build up within the small room as the boy shake in fear. He did not know what is going on or how he even got into this mess, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

Definitely not pleasant at all.

"This. My boy. Is where everything will fall into place. A place where it had to destroy my work and my goal from the very begin since the last 5 years of containment within that abominable cell!"

*BANG!*

The man, for a minute there, lost his temper before regaining himself.

"I must not ruin my moment. Nothing will stand in my way. Nothing!"

The man turns towards the boy with eyes that shine in determination and malignant. Though there seems to be a hint of fear within the corners of his eyes as well.

The boy took no notice as he was forced to stare at his boss's angered features before he stuttered, "Y-Y-Yes sir!"

"Fetch my car, boy."

The man opens his drawing to take out his keys before throwing it to the open hands of the boy.

"You better make sure it's outside and ready to go by the time I finish collecting my things. Now go!"

"Yes! On my way!"

The boy made a quick turn towards the door but stumble when he took it faster than he had intercepted.

"DONT MAKE ME WAIT ALL DAY! GET GOING YOU STUPID BRAT!"

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry!"

The boy, look no later as 15 years old, pull himself together before rushing out of the man's office as fast as he could.

"Good grief."

The man sighs before taking out his suitcase and began dumping in everything that he needs for his next plan to begin.

Engraved in golden letters, the brass plate outside the door, says-

Gozaburo Kaiba

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Normal POV:

"The next time I see that annoying brat, I'm going to kill him!"

"Joey, calm down. It won't help us anything if you keep yelling at no one except to the wall."

"Yeah, Joey~ Hehe~"

"Shut it, Mal!"

"No. You."

"Quit it!"

By now, the hallways that were filled with silence a moment ago is now completely destroyed as Malik and Joey's voice echo through the hallways in which it sounds really creepy and annoying.

Just then~

* RING ~ *

"What was that?"

"Relax. It's just my phone."

"Oh."

Ryou sigh, before answering the caller.

"Hello?"

"Ryou! It's me."

"Yugi!? Is that you?"

"Yes. But I don't have time to explain. We're running out of time."

"Time?"

By now, Joey and Malik came to listen in on their conversation.

"Yes. You must listen carefully. I'm only going to explain this once. Got it?"

"Alright."

"Good. Now's here the plan."

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"Listen, dude, I have no idea where the heck is your boyfriend!"

*BONK!*

"Ow! Seriously what the heck did you do that for!?"

"You know. It's bad enough for me to live my life with two annoying brats, but you. You might be one of my top ten list of Annoying Brats of the Centuries."

"'Why thank you. I'm quite honored, b***tch!"

"Hey! What about me!? I want to be in the top ten list too!"

"Never mind, the blond guy won."

"Yay!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!"

*BONK!*

"OWWEY ~!"

Both Bakura and Atem sigh.

*Ring~*

The phone rang from Atem's back pocket before he took it out swiftly and began talking to the caller. Gun still in his hand, Bakura waited until finally, Atem end the call.

"You two. In the car."

"Wha-?"

"No time to explain. Your friends need you two to do something for them."

"Who's the guy that talked to you just now?"

Both Bakura and Marik relax when Atem put his gun away.

"My boyfriend."

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"What the hell had taken you so long!?"

"Sorry, sir!"

Gozaburo Kaiba's patient is getting thinner and thinner for every two minutes when his servant AND driver had not returned from where he was supposed to get his car until now.

Not only did he wasted so much of his time, but his appointment will be due under 15 more minutes.

"If you made me late for my important meeting with my step son in the next 5 minute. You'll be expecting 3 BULLETS IN YOUR HEAD!"

The man flinches as he adjusts his hat to shadow his face before turning the engine and began driving to Kaiba Corporation.

The drive was totally silent, yet tension can almost be felt in the atmosphere. That, the reason for the tension, came from the hard beaten cold stare that Gozaburo is giving to his driver.

"Boy."

"Y-Yes, sir?"

"Have you......gotten shorter?"

"O-Oh no. My legs are just long, sir."

"Hmmmm....."

They finally made it to the company building of Kaiba Corps as Gozaburo step out of the car, carrying his suitcase before proudly walking up the stairs. His servant trailing behind.

Two guards stood patrolling at the gate. Both of their facial features are covered by the shadow of their hat before one of them look up at the approaching men before them.

"Do you need something, sir?"

"I have an appointment with your president."

"Your name?"

The second guard questioned. Looking at his tablet that list the schedules and appointment for those who had signed up for.

"Rainman Shu."

The man entered the name before he nodded at the recognition.

"Industrial's main security force of Industrial Illusion. You can go, sir."

"Thank you, gentlemen."

Gozaburo walked pass them. Not noticing his servant giving something to one of the guards before he quickly followed.

All around him, he can see that there are only a few employees working in the main lobby.

'Hmmmm....if this is how he had treated my company for the past 5 years, then he is obviously the wrong person to work with. No matter. Once I eliminate him, I will have to start rebuilding it from scratch.'

Gozaburo waited in front of the elevator doors before it finally made a 'ding' and opened.

Once inside, he began his journey to the upper floors of the main office within the cited area of Kaiba Corps.

An evil gleam within his eyes grows, along with his smirk.

His servant, growing cautious through the whole process, stood silently behind the man.

Another familiar 'ding' was heard before the doors finally opened. Many changes can be seen on the other side as Gozaburo made sure to check his surroundings. Confidence enough that he knew where Seto Kaiba's office is, he began heading straight for it.

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Location: Seto Kaiba's office

Seto Kaiba was typing out some important documents that he must finish by the end of the day. Luckily, it was to double-check one of Industrial's dueling systems and making sure that they are working properly. Then, he must make some arrangements in installing some dueling security of identifying who's dueling desk belong to and those that do not even have one. Regularly, everyone has their own special code that is installed within the duel desk, but misfortune sometimes struck as those around, such as 'hackers', can easily crack it and make them their own. It was bothersome and irritating because he was getting some complaints about the 'thieves' and those that had, apparently, 'lost' their duel disks and want to buy a new one.

"I hate people who don't take responsibilities for their actions," Seto grumbled before the door in front of his office was slam open.

Of course, being the president of Kaiba Corps, he didn't care.

"What do you want now?"

He didn't have to look up to know who the man was; never one to forget the tone that belongs to one man that he hates the most in his entire life.

"I want my company back, you f*cking brat."

Gozaburo stood in the center of the room. His hand in his pocket while the other is still holding his suitcase.

Seto continues to type away.

"You are already retired. Get out."

"Oh? Is that the way you treat your elders?"

"Not unless it's someone who doesn't know when to step down. Or shut up."

Gozaburo's left eye twitch before he pulled something out of his pocket. A 'click' was heard, indicating one of the bullets is loaded and only needs to wait for the owner to trigger it.

"I believe that it's time for you to retire, Seto."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"For your information, you were never ready to take over the company in the beginning, ever since I had adopted you and your little brat of a brother from that f*cking orphanage."

Seto, finally, cease his typing before meeting the eyes of his former step-father.

"I beg to differ. Back when you used to rule over this company; it's population and income was barely under 70% for the last 8 years. I can't blame the government and the people for hating you so much. Considering that you have been making illegal deals, selling weapons, tanks, guns, and even destroying homes to create your so called 'World Domination'. Face it old man, you'll never be able to catch up with me for another 5000 years. And you can bet, I'll make sure of it that you'll never succeed."

"And that is where you are wrong-"

The man stopped abruptly as he felt something cold and sharp press against the side of his neck. Dark brown eyes widened. He hadn't heard or sense anyone approached, except-

"Drop the gun."