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This is my very first FF and to be honest, very, very old. I think I started it two years ago, and I finally made the decision to publish it!
My little one, Lenokie, helped me with this decision. Without her I would never have put this story online * cuddly * She was also my beta reader (so: she is solely responsible for all errors within the text * ggg *)

Disclamer: I don't want to make any money with this FF and some of the characters are not mine! (Just a few sprung from my pen * g *)

Have fun while reading!!

Prologue: Farewell

The shadows on the wide, serpentine paths were soft and purple-gray, occupying almost a quarter of the paved road. The sad, gloomy world had clearly lost the enormous harshness of a starless, mist-shrouded night. Bright lights and dark shadows now interwoven the long street in the first dawn.Nobody would suspect that the previous night was rainy and unclear.
The tall, dark-haired young man who was leaving the magnificent building on the right side of the endless street of Domino City stopped in the shadow of the white protective roof and frowned at the huge crowd in front of him. There were about two dozen people from his company on the otherwise somewhat inanimate street, and for a long time it was not entirely ruled out that there would be more who dared to go under the blazing morning sun to see their bosses off.
Apart from these workers who were present, the street was largely completely empty. Nobody had stepped outside their warm, cozy homes at this early hour to go about their upcoming work. At that time, however, there was little to see of the residents of this street. Most of them were still in their extremely soft beds, and possibly slumbered for another hour before they began to make their way to their work.Only the dozen employees of this complex building were already busy.
The glaring, virginal sun had risen behind the flattened roof of the oversized house, which, on closer inspection, turned out to be a company, and turned the opposite apartments into an eerie, burning dawn. The glass panes of the windows reflected the light of the fireball in a dull, completely lifeless pale gray on the crowd, while the roofs of the apartment buildings stood out from the blue-red firmament, sharp-edged and endless black.
The seventeen-year-old boy, with his back to the unique, white-blue property, looked back at his company with an expectant expression in his eyes over the four lighted steps that he had already descended. Carefully he pushed a stone aside with the toe of the black, highly polished shoe and thought hard about what he was actually waiting for.With his ice-cold, aquamarine-colored eyes, with a quiet sigh, he examined the three white dragons that gracefully and proudly adorned the entrance with their full splendor. In the light of the overwhelming sun, the statues made of white limestone cast curled shadows on the entrepreneur and the workers. Two of them, in a parallel line to each other, stood a few meters away from the glass double doors, while one, in the golden center, was placed outside the protective roof and bathed in the light of the sun.
The president of this unique company had already set out at this early hour to attend an important business meeting and had now requested that it be reversed. After all, he was reluctant to leave his company alone, as he knew that by the time he got back there would be a lot of work that he would have to do late into the night. Although he was glad that they postponed this very important meeting until the summer vacation.He didn't want to miss too much at school, although he didn't know why he was still going to school with his ability.
How long he stayed away was a difficult question to answer because he still wanted to bring the completely new technology that his company still lacked to the company, his company. Until now, his scientists had produced the technology they needed on their own, but now it was time to seek out other companies. He wanted to improve his games and equipment by a third because it was up to him to bring only the best to the market, and he couldn't always rely on what his scientists were putting together.
His company had long been responsible for making games and game consoles. The statute-barred, former purpose was no longer recognizable in the walls of the Kaiba Corporation. The production of weapons, tanks and other war tools was interrupted when the new president took over.Only toys for children and teenagers were produced in this building, for example for the popular game called Duel Monsters. But for his new console, for the improved Duel Disk, he still needed a few special parts that his company had itself, but not that advanced.
Suddenly a deep, rough voice came from one of the employees and boomed loudly into the black radio. "Permission to land for helicopter 147 granted. Waiting for early arrival."
The young company president strode a few meters ahead onto the dawn-colored concrete floor, the street and lingered behind the pitch-black clad speaker. The tuxedo and the dark sunglasses suggested that this was a security guard from the head of the company, who only appeared more dangerous due to his enormously proportioned, steely muscles. He wore a snow-white, smooth shirt under the dark jacket with the buttons undone and turned up just under the sleeves.He was bareheaded, and an intense, dark brown strand fell over his serious, dangerous face that one would have thought that under the influence of the fireball it was black and red.
At the same moment as the young entrepreneur was studying his security guard extensively, he noticed how a silver-blue helicopter, with the unmistakable initials KC on the side entrances left and right of the wide sliding doors, circled across the sky, and with gentle pressure on the illuminated one, unyielding asphalt landed. A violent gust came up, streamed from the huge, dark gray rotor blades, and moved an avenue of lined, emerald green trees on the other side, between the houses of the residential areas. All employees who were on the street around the helicopter raised their arms to protect them in front of their faces. Even the otherwise untouched, arrogant company boss did the same and use the palm of his hand to protect his clean, even face from dust and wind.Immediately after the rapid landing, the two entrance doors leading to the company jumped open, on which there was a lettered, gold sign that said Kaiba Corporation and from the dark shadows of the canopy a petite, twelve-year-old boy stepped over the two and a half meters of floor to the beginning of the Stairs, arms hanging limply, legs wide apart and breathing extremely fast.
The President of Kaiba Corp. paused for a few seconds when he heard the doors slam open, then turned his slim body in the direction from which the sound reached his ear, and let the white coat with shiny golden buttons blow in the wind. He looked quietly at the out of breath child and eyed it questioningly. The young entrepreneur was finally recognized under the influence of the sun.
It was none other than the emotionally cold Seto Kaiba. Brownish short hair, navy blue eyes that were pungent cold in the area, an ankle-length coat without sleeves whose white collar was attached as if attached, a black turtleneck that was decorated with two black belt-like buckles around his extremely delicate upper arms, and at the end of the Wrist with a metal thirty-centimeter thick forearm strap, came to a conclusion.The black, tight trousers he wore emphasized his narrow, wonderful contours even more, while the pitch black, wide leather belt with the silver metal buckle on which the unmistakable initials KC were printed made his slim figure appear even emaciated and thinner. It was unmistakably Seto Kaiba.
"Where are you going, Seto?" asked Mokuba, and spoke directly to his big brother over the heads of the numerous Kaiba staff. "Isn't it too early to do business already?" he pushed after. The younger one quickly looked at his blue wristwatch, which his brother gave him for Christmas five months and fifteen days ago in a parcel with a dragon motif, and then looked up more than reproachfully. "It's only five thirty in the morning," he said, agitated.
He looked worriedly at Kaiba, who stood untouched and did not say a word. Mokuba's blue-gray childish eyes widened under the silence of his brother, who looked around unresponsive.With his right hand he brushed his black-blue hair from his even, clean face and protected himself from swirling, emerging leaves and tiny dust particles at the same time.
"Tell the pilot to switch off the engine", Seto determined harshly and made it clear with a gesture of his hand that his word would not tolerate contradiction. His request was immediately complied with, and that gleaming helicopter was shut down. At least for the next few minutes, until Mokuba, Seto explained exactly what it all meant to keep him from such an important meeting.
"What is that, Mokuba? I have to go to an important appointment urgently. So finally tell me what you want?" The older one looked at his younger brother with sharp, cold eyes dark gray trousers, the bright yellow, sleeveless, thick gilet and wasn't quite sure what to answer now to the harsh question of his seventeen-year-old brother.But then he replied firmly. "I just wanted to know where it's going in such a hurry? Seto? You always tell me everything. Why not today? How long are you going to stay away? Are you coming home again today?"
When Kaiba didn't answer again, Mokuba got nervous. His heart was pounding in his chest, not only because of the rapid speed with which he had run down the stairs, but because he was afraid that his brother would fly off without a last, normal word.
"Now finally say something, Seto!" Mokuba called almost pleadingly. "How can I contact you later?"
"Come here, Mokuba,"