A Bunch of Blues

Life's Changes

A/N: The first YuGiOh fanfic I have ever written. xD I was a fan of YuGiOh back when I was in third grade. So I was rifling around the house one day, searching for random stuff, and I stumbled on my old YGO VCDs. Decided to watch them again and couldn't help feeling nostalgic. I missed my old deck all of a sudden; missed my BEWDs and that frickin' crush card.

Anyway, I've always liked Seto Kaiba [even did pretty much all I could to have the cards in his deck in my own deck], so I thought why not write about the guy? You ask how this wild idea popped into my head? I don't know. It's an urge. Besides, if Seto had a family, I always wondered how he would be if he fathered a cute little girl. xD Forgive the randomness, and his possible OOCness in this fic. On to the fluffy story.

He sighed, feeling the effects of a long coming called-for headache. It was rather expected what with all the stress of life lately. He had always been used to it by then, so it wasn't any different now. In fact, he had come to terms with expecting these bouts of phantom headaches from all the pent up pressure of work and other stupid rich people trying to snatch his beloved Corporation from under his nose. And like most of the daily jargon that was his life, he was used to that too, but that did not mean it didn't tire him out. He was never one to acknowledge that he had weaknesses, because he was Seto Kaiba after all. He could handle just about anything.

No ordinary person could have overpowered his controlling step father and genius wanna-be step brother, yet he had done it. No ordinary person would have had the balls of shifting the Kaiba Corporation's focus from weaponry to gaming, but he did it. He did everything he could to get where he was now; all for the sake of his brother and in the huge hopes of giving them both a happy life. A life that they deserved, and one that they had been robbed off of after their parents had died.

Duel Monsters and gaming was an outlet; a way to relieve pent up stress and whenever his limits were strained and stretched out to the very limits of his self-control. That game had been the cause of all those inconvenient mishaps that had happened four years ago. All of it had revolved around myths and magic and other rubbish that directly involved Yugi and that infamous other self of his. (Lost soul of the Pharaoh, his ass.) He was never one to believe in such crap. It was a waste of time and thought processing, and even if he had witnessed the mind blowing reality of the god cards, there was nothing in his world that would make him believe that such a thing was possible. Even if he had gotten sucked in that memory lane by a giant engraved rock in a damnable Egyptian tomb, that was still not enough to convince him. He had seen that so-called lost soul of the ancient ruler of Egypt pass on into the next life, and that was the end of it. No more nonsense, no more useless time brooding over what could have been.

At least someone actually managed to defeat his arch rival. He still couldn't believe the leader of the Dweeb Patrol—Yugi—had managed though. The kid was smart, but not smart enough. If anything, he should have been the one kicking Atem's butt into next week; rubbing in the fact that he was better than the Pharaoh at this game—better at it than anyone, for that matter. No one had beaten him at a game of Duel Monsters; no one except for Yugi and his other self, that is. He had only been interested in reasserting his supremacy as the King of Games, and in his efforts to do just that, he only dug himself and his brother deeper into the ditch that consisted of everything he was completely adverse to.

Random oracle people carrying golden artifacts from Egypt kept pushing and insisting that it had been his destiny, and that Fate had allowed him to witness the Pharaoh's final rite of passage into the after life. Sure, Yugi's victory had caught him off guard, and maybe he had believed the destiny nonsense at some point, but after Atem had gone, he was intent on convincing himself that things would eventually return to normal.