Seto Kaiba usually didn't think about the hordes of delusional fangirls who believed themselves in love with him. They weren't important or interesting, and he had better things to think about.

Except for once a year, every year, during the days leading up to his birthday.

Most of his "fans" mailed their presents to his home or office. Some of them dropped the presents off at the front gate of his mansion. Kaiba never saw those presents. They were checked over to ensure that they were safe and then donated to the local orphanage.

Kaiba didn't care about those presents. No, the presents that annoyed him were the ones that seemed to follow him everywhere. He hated the presents that stalked him and showed up randomly throughout his day.

He never knew when it would start. He just knew that he had to stay on his guard as the 25th of October approached. Eventually he would find his first present, maybe on the 21st or perhaps the 23rd, in an unexpected location. That present always seemed to open the floodgates.

He would find a wrapped box sitting on the hood of his car or a card hidden among the lunch that he'd ordered. Balloons were once left floating around the Kaiba Corporation elevators. If he ate out, a cake would always find its way to his table. His coffee always seemed to end up with birthday messages written all over the cup.

Mokuba loved it. He even kept a running list of all the places that "gifts" and birthday wishes appeared.

Kaiba hated it. He didn't want any of these gifts, and he wished that his fans would stop forcing them on him year after year.

At the same time, he almost had to respect whoever had managed to attach a present to the window of his office on the top floor of Kaiba Corp. Almost but not quite. The idiot clearly had not realized that Kaiba's windows didn't open.