Disclaimer: (Nanaki rubs her hands together) ehehehehehehehe! Yu-Gi-Oh! and its characters don't belong to me, or Nana-chan! or Ya-kun!

Yasuo: ... Ya-kun?

Nanashi: your warnings, Yasuo...

Yasuo: huh? oh yeah...

Warnings: shounen-ai... maybe too much cuteness... who knows... (shrugs) and Kaiba's mild cursing, too...

Nanaki: wai! I'm gonna love this! (squeals, and glomps Ya-kun)

Yasuo: ack!

Nanashi: (grins) alright... it starts...

"Not my day... not my day... not my day..." Seto Kaiba was growling, as he stormed down the steps of Domino High School. Passing by his limo, where his driver was waiting for him, the door opened.

"Uh, Mr. Kaiba?" his driver called, rather hesitantly. His employer didn't seem happy.

"No thanks... go pick up Mokuba... I'll walk..." said Kaiba, icily.

"But, Mr. Kaiba..."

Kaiba's deep blue eyes flashed, in irritation. "Get going, now...!" he snarled.

The driver anime sweatdropped. Then nodded, as he hastily climbed back in the car, tires peeling at the concrete, in the fast retreat to Mokuba's school.

Kaiba sighed, running his hand through his rusty-colored hair. Right now he needed to vent, and the last thing he wanted was to vent around Mokuba. So, turning on his heel, he started off the schoolgrounds, growling to himself.

Life just wasn't easy on him. Right now his corporation was missing one hundred thousand dollars. Just plain missing. Which was a huge pain for someone in the finance office. Unless one of them just made a mistake while checking the balance. He could only hope. Then there was a call on his cellphone in class, telling Kaiba that he was late for a meeting that was on at 2:00pm. Of course Kaiba chewed out his secretary.

School hours and work hours were two different things, in Kaiba's opinion. And if his secretary was dumb enough to set a meeting, while Kaiba was in class, then Kaiba had to teach her that he didn't work that way.

People had to do things on his time, not theirs.

After a while, Kaiba was starting to calm down. Taking a long calming breath, he felt more at ease. Then his cell started to chime insistantly, quickly disrupting his moment of peace. Scowling, Kaiba took out the cell, turning it on, and held it to his ear.

"Kaiba," he muttered.

"Big brother, sorry to bother you..."

Kaiba blinked, then smiled faintly. Mokuba. "You're no bother, little brother... what's up?"

"Heh... see, he's not in a bad mood..." Mokuba was telling someone.

Kaiba's narrowed his eyes, feeling a twinge of annoyance. The driver had apparently complained about him to Mokuba. He'd have to fix that.

"What do you need, Mokuba?" Kaiba asked.

"I need your help... I'm supposed to be writing an essay on dinosaurs... simple, isn't it?"

"Kind of... triassic, jurassic, or cretacious?"

"... Triassic, I think.."

"Hm... so, the museum then?"

"You don't mind?"

Kaiba sighed softly; his tension and stress was dropping. The CEO smiled faintly, silently thanking Mokuba's easy-going cheerfulness, since it always made him feel better. "No, I don't mind, little brother.."

"Alright, cool... when?" Mokuba asked, eagerly.

"Whenever you're ready..."

"Alright... see you at home, first..."

"Alright..."

"Bye."

"Yeah..." then Kaiba hung up, placing the cell back in his pocket, and continued to walk. No longer using his brisk, stressed-out stride, but more of a leisurely pace. He looked up at the trees, the leaves rustled slightly due to the warm breeze. The clear blue skies and the sweet smell of grass and flowers made one thing clear.

It got really nice around here... When he wasn't stressed.

oooXXXooo

Once at home, walking through the foyer, towards the livingroom, Kaiba started his small routine. It was a little strange, but it was like a habit. One that the redhead couldn't exactly break. Upon entering the livingroom, he would remove his jacket and toss it on the couch, then sit his laptop and cellphone(turned off) on the sidetable, as he headed for the kitchen.

Regardless of what many thought, Kaiba did enjoy snacking. But at the moment, he had to put off a decent snack, and merely looked in the fridge for something to drink. Bottled water, juice, soda. Kaiba raised an eyebrow, as he grabbed a carton of soymilk.

Where'd that come from?

Shrugging, Kaiba put it back, and looked at the clock.

Strange, Mokuba must have gotten held up someplace. Then the phone hanging on the wall rang. Brow furrowed, Kaiba walked up to it, and answered. "Hello?"

"Mr. Kaiba... sorry to bother you at home..."

His secretary.

Kaiba growled, very softly. A sound he made when his patience was pushing its limits. And his secretary knew it, apparently. And heard him as well.

"I'm very sorry..." she blurted out, quickly. "But, your staff would like to meet with you this afternoon..."

Kaiba glanced at the clock again. "It's nearly 5:00..." he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"That's what I told them, sir... but they keep insisting..."

Kaiba frowned, "is this about that damn raise they all want?" he asked, even though he considered the question rhetorical.

"More or less, sir."

The redhead ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes, inhaling deeply, as he slowly counted to ten. Once he reached ten, he released his breath in a long weary sigh.

"... I told you to tell them that I have other priorities, and that I would meet with them, next thursday," he said, through gritted teeth.

"I did, sir... but they won't listen..." At least she sounded apologetic.

Kaiba dropped his head back as he rubbed his neck with his free hand, his muscles were beginning to grow tense again, a sure sign that his stress was returning, full-force.Was a break too much to ask for?

"Sir...?" she questioned, hesitantly.

"I want you to quote me on this, Greta..." said Kaiba, in a cold deliberate tone.

"Yes, sir?"

"Anyone who wants to keep their jobs will go back to their offices.. anyone who has a problem with the way I'm running my corporation, wait in the conference room... I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Um, yessir."

Without another word, Kaiba hung up, and strided for the front door, grabbing his cellphone, and jacket. "Tell Mokuba I had some morons to deal with, back at KaibaCorp..." Kaiba told a maid, "I'll be back in half an hour."

She nodded quickly, "yessir..."

Ten minutes to get there, ten minutes to fire some idiots, then ten to get back. Rather simple, Kaiba thought.

But then again, the CEO did consider himself a lenient businessman. So he'd have to hear out their complaints, and see what he could do to improve things.

But one idiot at work was turning Kaiba's once loyal employees against him.

Kaiba was actually more than fair with them, giving them what they wanted. Getting the best technology for them to work with; even hi-tech equipment for them to play with, rather than 'work with', they had plenty of freedom. And he was generous with wages. What more did they want? Well, money obviously.

It was unbelievable. There used to be no complaints, until the idiot arrived. Kaiba didn't learn his name, he didn't have the need to. All he knew was that he was a pain in the ass, and the cause of Kaiba's most recent business problems.

Then his cell started to chime again. Kaiba scowled, as he turned it on, and held it to his ear. "What?"

"Mr. Kaiba... there's only three people wanting to meet with you, now... um, I think I can send them away, until thursday..."

"... Do they look nervous, Greta?"

"Um, pretty much, sir..."

Kaiba smirked, "good."

"Er, except for Nelson, sir."

"Nelson?" Kaiba frowned, "is that the idiot who's starting things?"

"To be blunt, sir? Yes... he also has a list of demands to improve the work place... er, and if you don't read through it, he's threatening to start a strike..."

The young CEO's eyes widened. A strike? Someone wanted to start a strike? In his corporation? For no reason at all? No one threatened Seto Kaiba! Especially with his corporation!

Well, not with Mokuba, either. But that wasn't the issue here.

Kaiba couldn't stand this, anymore. Grimacing, he hung up, lowering his head. This one week was proving to be sheer hell. He was clutching his cell in a fast-tightening grip; how tempted he was to throw it against the sidewalk just to watch it break into pieces. Ugh, the hell with it, he thought. He threw the cell down against the concrete, hard and violently, causing it to shatter. Then Kaiba began shouting some very explicit words.("I can't believe this! Those fxxxin idiotic sxxx-for-brains morons! May they all burn in hell! The fxxxers have no right to pull this sxxx with me! I'm gonna kill that son of a bxxxx)(1)

Once through venting, Kaiba sat on the curb, running his hands through his hair, as he tried to calm back down.

He was only 17! 17, for Pete's sake! And he had to go through all this? It wasn't this difficult before! But now..? He had school, and the sudden build-up of work, which was almost overwhelming to deal with. And he also had his little brother to take care of, to make time for. Time that wasn't coming easily.

".. Just once, I'd like to see what it's like not to worry about things," Kaiba muttered to himself.

"Wish granted, little man."

Kaiba looked up at some kid. Well, about 16, more or less. The redhead scowled. Even if he was in the teens himself, Kaiba still considered any 'normal teenager' a kid.

"What'd you call me?" he asked, darkly.

"Little man... you just wanna relax, right? Enjoy the simple pleasures of life?" the kid asked, with a wide smile.

Kaiba frowned, as he stood back up, now towering over the kid. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded.

Chuckling quietly, the kid then held up his finger, as he spoke. "In my opinion, the neko has the most simplest life... and with the right person to care for it, the neko is also the luckiest."

The redhead scowled, "you're a lunatic, aren't you?" he asked, dryly.

"Not that I know of..." Then the kid, reached in his jacket, and pulled out a stick. Kaiba's frown deepened, and as the kid raised it, he took an instinctive step back. Then the younger-looking boy murmured some incoherent words. And Kaiba was suddenly hit with a bright flash.

(1) O.o;; yup... had to specify it, since Kaiba's not one to just shout random curses, ne?

Nanaki: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (squeals and glomps Ya-kun) AIN'T IT JUST SO 'WAI!"?

Yasuo: (tries to pull free) stop that!

Nanashi: heh...