A little known fact was that Seto Kaiba liked to walk .
He proffered it above most forms of transportation.
So when he could afford to being a highly busy teenage multi millionaire and all.
He walked.
Normally if the meeting was nearby, or if a new internet cafe popped up. Or if the a hundred other things that constantly needed his attention on a daily basis " Right Now Please Sir" didn't .
Then he walked .
That was almost one too many if's for his liking. Seto mused stepping out unto the empty sidewalk.
A angry driver in a rush honked his horn and the cars around bleated in return.
Who needed A lift ? When they had feet to take them anywhere.
Something about being on foot made him feel mundane and inconsequential even.
He was another obstacle to the world's mechanics.
Not hard pressed to balance school, work and brother.
If only for a little while, just another person in a population of billions.
Seto was not as you might expect in his usual attention grabbing, there-is-a-Kaiba-in-the-house-que-the-dramtic-wind-and-sweat-drops signature attire.
That would've made him stick out more obviously than a geek at a wrestling convention. Unless it was a wrestling geek? Then, hmm the quadrum.
No, alas he was without his awe inspiring white coat flaring out over dramatically behind him do to non existent turbulent winds (though let it be noted his hair was indeed still windswept) .
There was more than one reason his stride was so long and he walked so fast.
Seto of course wholeheartedly blames Mokuba for everything.
Why had he ever trusted the kid with managing wardrobe ?
He must have been in a questionable state of sobriety at best.
It wasn't his fault Seto reasoned. Maybe if he hadn't skimped on eating his greens so much, he wouldn't of been such beanpole when he was younger.
The brothers quickly realized they had to scare the old corporate seat warmers somehow.
He learned early on that a railroad tie thin angry teen in a suit wasn't going to cut it .
At some point the whole thing may have went just a tad too far. Then the purple incident occurred.
That was one coat he would never miss. He shuddered to think of it.
It was almost worth the comments and losing that bet to Mokuba.
The entire fashion disaster was just to prove, that yes he Seto Kaiba can indeed look attractive in anything. At the end of the month the Kaiba's had had a very special very private bonfire. An seto had promised never to drink too heavily again. It just wasn't professional.
Nothing can describe how satisfying it had been to watch that coat burn.
Fondly nicknamed "Barney" behind his back an mourned by none, not even its creator.
He might of had a chance of putting in a word for change. Once they hit the strap and buckle stage, it was far too late he never looked back .
But at that point he had to privately admit shocking wardrobe demonstrations had become fun ! A sort of joke between the brothers.
Mainly the littler would be designer one.
Besides, Seto logically reasoned changing his image would be a PR headache. Despite his reputation he tried to stay on PR's good side, they had a tendency to avert all disaster for him at all hours. It would be well in his favor to not give them nightmares.
This still however, did not explain why he was moving down the street plain clothed.
A tight black shirt, loose fit leather; loose enough he could run in without splitting in two at the seams. He grimaced or was it the other way around?
The park was quaint. His favorite cafe resided at the end of it. The sidewalks were never packed and the playground wasn't on this side.
It was no surprise Seto utilized the under trafficked short cut. If it offered the most pleasant scenery, that was just a bonus.
For example flowers ,trees, birds,butterfly gardens and wheeler sitting on a bench.
Wait .
What ?
Hang on here; that little tidbit had just nearly sent him reeling.
Never mind the cafe anything else could and should wait!
Seto rounded the corner with renewed purpose and determination .
He scarcely paused working on strategy as he went .
Intent solely on confronting the unsuspecting teen in wrestling answers out of him.
By force if he had to and most likely he would .
Somehow everything always seemed to turn physical between them.
Any demands on his part for answers would not be well met. But that was to be expected.
For someone who didn't like word games Joey, often engaged him in them.
It was high time Joey learned running could only get him so far, before kaiba caught up.
Seto had very long legs .
He new how to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
kaiba's were known for their capaciousness.
Especially this one. If joey wanted a game he would provide one.
Lets play ball puppy. Seto thought.
As of recently new training was in order.
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