Authors Note: I do not any rights to Yu-Gi-Oh!

Seto glanced from his monitor to the adolescent fifteen-year-old sibling lying on the thin carpet in the middle of the floor.

"Yeah, Seto?" He asked, not looking up. Mokuba always knew when something was puzzling his older brother.

"Nothing." Seto simply stated, and turned his attention back to his work. There was, in fact, something bothering him. He did not think much of it, but it was indeed not nothing.

It was the summer before Mokuba would start high school, and nothing about him had really changed over the past two years. His hair was still long and black and he now wore it in a ponytail. He had grown taller and now reached Seto's chest, instead of his waist. And his voice had matured quite a bit, so he did not seem so young. Mokuba was still the same, though, and he was still the only person close to Seto.

But, the boy was more interested in other things than actually running a million dollar comporation. Seto had planned for him to attend some of the best colleges. Mokuba had his whole life ahead of him, and Seto did not want his younger brother fretting over the family business.

So, for the sake of Mokuba, the older brother had to find an heir to his fortunes. Someone who he could rely on to keep the business from going under and who could improve what Seto had already perfected. No one, other than a living relative, could legally run the business, and there were other relatives, besides the two Kaiba brothers. The only way Seto could have a successor would be to have a son. Adoption was Guzoborro's downfall, and Seto was not about to make the same mistake as his pseudo-father. His only option was to have a son of his own…and that meant getting married.

Seto leaned back in his chair and looked over his email before deciding whether to send it off or not. Placing his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes and took in a deep sigh.

"Mokuba, would you be kind enough whip something up to eat? I forgot to tell you, but I fired the cook."

Mokuba laughed, instead of giggling like his younger self would have done, two years ago. "Seto, I've known that the cook was gone two days ago." He stood up and tucked his game in his pocket. "Sure, I'll go make some food.

Seto watched Mokuba leave his office and sighed. He did not want to get Mokuba into this, but he knew Mokuba would be the only one to understand.

Authors Note: Contest time! Okay, so Seto Kaiba is looking for a bride. This is your chance! Send a message containing a character sketch for a possible future Mrs. Kaiba. Anyone who sends me a possible candidate for Seto to marry; I will completely read and review one of you stories.

Send anything you like: Description, personality, interests, or even scenes like how the lucky girl and Seto meet, or fights between the two or anything you think might help win him over.

The final decision on who he meets will ultimately be mine, so please do not get mad if I do not choose your character. But, I promise you, Seto will not stop until he finds the perfect one. This is the future of his company we're dealing with.

Um, and the prize….? How the prize is anything you want, as long as it has to deal with writing. So, crack those knuckles and fingers, and start writing reviews!