A/n: Yes I’m alive and well! *laughs evilly* MWAHAHAHAAA! And now it’s my time to take over the world and Yu-gi-oh which I clearly DON’T own. Mwahahahaaa!

Anyways, *coughs* (world domination, Malik fantasizing, and other deeds will be done later), this is my first Yu-gi-oh fic. So please go easy on me. REVIEW, ALL YOU FANTASTIC PEOPLE!!!

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Seto vs. His Hormones
Chapter One

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Twitch.

“That bastard...”

Seto Kaiba, multi-billionaire, owner of Kaiba Corp, dueling extraordinaire, tried to prevent every muscle in his body from attacking the nearest thing to him and totally ripping it into shreds.

Sure, the mutt had played tricks on him before (there was the time where Joey used the classical whoopee-cushion trick, which was quietly taken care of after Seto had managed to persuade Shizuka into giving him access into Joey’s room, and then show casing the wide amounts of heart decorated boxers he had), but nearly in all his life, this was by far the worst!

And I’m stuck with HER...

Her, as in the friendship cheerleader. Her, as in the Pharaoh’s girl. Her, as in the girl who couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut for once.

Anzu Mazaki.

Cringe.

“Wait until I get home...I’m gonna ring his freakin neck so badly...”

Seto could just imagine his well strong hands tightly squeezing the air supply from a feeble Joey, acking and yelling for mercy as Yami bowed down his feet, Anzu brought him a plate of cookies, Honda cut his hair, and Ryou cleaned his well big already-humongous-and-soon-to-be-bigger house. He laughed evilly to himself.

He grinned inwardly.

Evil. Yes. Done that, been there.

He remembered the number of plot less schemes he had created during what was called free time. One time, though, Mokuba had accidentally barged into one of his scheming times, catching a glimpse of small, not well drawn and quoted “Yugi and pathetic gang”. Then, just atop of them, was a giant foot. Yes giant foot, and which seemed to belong to the all and powerful Seto Kaiba. Nothing was much gained though, as it resulted to late night calls and not so pleasant ‘gifts’.

He sighed; his own BROTHER, flesh and blood, had deceived him. Traitor.

Seto looked at the grayish teal and white tiled floors, trailing along to a pair girl’s feet, then up her back, and to the counter, where she was apparently arguing with slightly scared front counterman, who almost lost the color of his face.

Well, she was good at scaring people. He had to give her that much. But her people skills...

Tisk.

Seto sat back up straight as Anzu stomped angrily towards the seating room where he was apparently forced to stay. (“You stay, Kaiba, and if I find you even one step towards the exit, I’ll expose everyone to your brother making you wear that bunny suit, YOU HEAR ME?!”)

She dropped herself in front of him and next to where her bags neatly sat, let out a long sigh of defeat.

Seto opened his mouth to say something only to be cut off by her hand. “Shut up.”

He snorted in return.

How rude...

After awhile of mumbling things to herself (How sad.), she turned to Seto.

“Look, you. You’re filthy and rich. Go use your money or something to get us out of here.” She said glaring at him and continuing to wave the hand in the air to emphasize her point.

He glared.

Was HE supposed to use HIS money on HER? I think not.

Grunt.

Anzu bent forward slightly, with the mad expression, and waved a hand in the air, the paper in her grasp waived chantilly at him. His eyes looked at the brochure she held saying “Welcome to Ile D’amour”, the tickets with their names printed on, a map, and what looked like a letter.

“It’s seems like,” she then started, while opening the white envelope and taking out a letter. “dear old Joey has set us up for a ‘non-refundable, non-exit-able, in other words: ‘Ya ain’t getting out!’, trip to Ile D’amour, a paradise honeymoon island.” she said and was about to finish, if only to have Seto gruffly snatched the letter out of her hands. She glared.

He decided to ignore her from there on, as she continued to yap away who knows God’s what.

Damn bitch...talks too much...

Clearly not truly listening to her as she continued to talk aimlessly, Seto skimmed the letter written in bad hand writing (Firgures...) through roughly, while things like “Ha-ha!” “Suckers!” “Science project.” “Lucky of you.” And “Have fun- Joey.” caught his sharp eyes.

“And, how may I ask, did the he seem to come up with all this?” he asked, a little more than surprised that Joey had pulled all of this through. Well then again, you had to admit, this was JOEY they were talking about...feeble minded, Boston accented, and well...dumb.

“The guy on the counter,” she sent a small glare towards the young man in his twenties, who continued to look pale. “said he has a family member here. Um, his second cousin twice removed from father’s side’s uncle’s son’s wife’s sister’s husband’s father’s divorced wife’s half son.” She nodded.

Sigh.

Seto picked himself up from the chair, fixed his collar and walked in the direction opposite of the exit — towards the counter, towards the counterman who had apparently regained his posture from before.

He grinned to himself, cracking his knuckles, recalling his “three B’s of success”:

Big Posture; scaring the hell out of whom ever it is. Look big, look powerful.

Big Words; confuse the stupid mind with big and confusing words.

And last but not least, Big Voice; sound good, sound strong. Scare the brat out of his shoes.

It always worked on business people, and it was sure enough to work on someone as much as a counterman. Seto walked up to the counter and slightly leaned over, with a sly look on his face. One of those looks that made girls go crazy, but with a touch of the “hey-look-I’m-better-then-you!” expression.

The man looked up slightly from typing on his computer, then continued to type whatever it was.

“I’m sorry sir, but there is absolutely no way you can get out of here.” The counterman started.

Grin.

“You do know who I am, surely...” Kaibi said slyly leaning over the counter.

The guy gulped. “Y-yes sir,” he answered meekly and tried to hide himself, continuing to type.

“And you obviously know that I can hack into any computer? Not to mention the fact that I run a multi-million dollar corporation and have houses built in many different areas of the world?” Seto looked at his fingers aimlessly, and then with a smirk, “and that I can kick your ass in a second?”

“Y-yes sir...b-but...”

“but...?”

Glare. One heck of a glare.

“I have your signature on a form enabling you from any exit off this island.” He took out a paper, and clearly just like he said, by the ‘X’, was the Seto Kaiba’s signature, written with a swoosh and a flip, the ‘S’ in Seto big and flappy like he always made it.

He blinked and looked on.

Hell no...

It was in all means, IMPOSSIBLE. The gods must have been playing with him, for after the long moment of just staring at the piece of cut down wood (finally realizing that Joey must of forced Mokuba to sign for him), he grabbed the counterman’s collar.

“...”

A moment of silence.

“You do know I’ll kill you for this.”

“Yes sir.”

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A/n: Walla! Beginning is finished! Congrats to all who made it this far! *throws streamers in the air* I may continue this, if enough people want me to that is. So review and tell me what you think!