The Conducted Contract (Yu-Gi-Oh; Seto Kaiba).

01. The Contract

*Seto Kaiba*

"Sir, you might want to take a look at this." The voice of Roland spoke through my phone after I answered, showing himself on the little screen. Grunting in annoyance, I had work to do. I couldn't be bombarded with his childish nonsense.

"I'm busy, can't you see that?" I raged, glaring at him through the screen that's connected to the phone device on my desk.

"Yes sir, but I assure you, you have no time to waste." He replied. No time to waste? Defeated, I nodded my head once, sighing. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but if Roland insisted, then I must do it.

"Fine, come in." Just as I said, Roland walked into my office as I stayed seated at my desk. With his arm outstretched, I reached for the thick folder full of papers in his hand. As I flipped it open in my hands, Roland stood there quiet as can be, which I was grateful. After reading line after line, the more I got confused.

"What is this?" I demanded, outraged once again as I tossed it on my desk. The papers in this file contained an arranged marriage, along with a signed contract. My glare intensified at the folder in front of me, the thin piece of cardboard taunting me.

"Sir, with all due respect, before you took over Kaiba Corp., Gozaburo Kaiba himself signed a marriage contract between you and the daughter of Revolution Industries. It clearly states you two to be wedded by the time she turns eighteen." As Roland explained this news to me, I stood up and walked over to my window, overlooking the city of Domino in the summer's weather. There were only a few clouds here and there, only ninety-something degrees.

"And if I refuse?" I asked, shooting a quick glance his way, staring at the same black sunglasses across his face ever since I can remember. I directed my blue eyes back to the city, watching as life still carried on.

"I'm afraid you'd be out of business, sir." Roland spoke his thoughts.

"This is nonsense!" I shouted, turning around to face Roland once. Anger built up inside of me again. A little voice that belonged to Mokuba lingered in my head, reminding myself of our conversation two weeks ago about him telling me to calm down. I remembered telling him I wouldn't get mad if people did their job right, in which he laughed then agreed with me. But I knew what he said, he meant it. "Are you telling me after all these years of taking over Kaiba Corp., I have to marry some girl just to keep my company?!" I once again shouted.

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Kaiba." Roland's response made me want to hit something. The anger I felt inside of me needed to be gone. And fast. This couldn't be happening to me. I had life, school and a company to run. I couldn't be distracted by a stupid arranged marriage.

"Contact all of my lawyers. I'm taking this matter into my own hands." The demand in my tone made me determined to figure this out as I walked to my desk, searching for the giant list of lawyers I've made since my start of taking over Kaiba Corp.

"Yes sir. There's also something you should know." I raised my eyebrow at Roland's words, a bad feeling sinking into the pit of my stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that turkey sandwich Mokuba had made me for lunch.

"What?" I asked coldly, not in the mood to play his guessing games. I hated asking questions when people were so short with me. The need was pointless and time consuming. The company needed me, no time could be wasted.

"As you will soon learn, there is no way you can get out of this, sir." Roland's words made me cringe slightly, but then anger consumed me again. With a glare, I turned to Roland, "I'll see to that myself."

"Yes, sir." Was all he said as he bowed and then turned around to leave my office. I sighed, resting my elbows on my desk, hands folded in front of my face. The file of papers stayed between my elbows on the desk, my eyes staring at it, trying to figure out what to do.

The papers stared back at me as I glared at the folder, hoping it would all disappear instantly. It didn't. I sighed angrily and snatched it into my palms once again. The papers contained contact information, what the company represented, the marriage contract, pro's and con's, laws and rules. Also numbers for wedding planners, their contacts such as stores, bakeries, etc.

'If I don't find a way out of this marriage contract soon, then I'll lose my company. Then Mokuba and I will be on the streets.' At that thought, another wave of anger flew threw me and I stood up to punch my desk as hard as I could. The black marble desk didn't budge as I heard a slight crack. My anger once again taking control of me and I groaned in annoyance, now knowing my hand needed treatment. My violence had never gone this far before. Mokuba was right; I really needed to calm down instead of act out on impulse.