This Isn't What I Needed Right Now [Closed]

[kaibaseto]

The sky was still dark, but had begun to tint with slightly lighter shades of purple and blue colors. Of course, it would be a little while until the sun actually came up, but by that time, the world would be up and about on this Friday morning, bustling about to work, school, or other things that just so happened to be going on.
Urg, which reminded him, Seto still had to go to school today.

The young CEO exited the private jet out onto the tarmac, the cool morning wind rustling his dark hair and loose folds of the teen's clothing. It was pretty nice out--Not to cold and not warm. Unlike Egypt. . . There seemed to be no middle ground in that giant excuse for a sandbox. It was either extremely hot during the day, or just above freezing at night. Oh well, he hadn't spent much time outside of a climate-controlled office anyway. Thank God he hadn't of gotten sunburned. . . He would probably never of heard the end of it.

Glancing behind him for a brief moment, Kaiba caught a glance of his entourage sleepily making their way out. Heh, the time diffrence was probably killing them. . . But of course, not this man. Heck, he had actually slept on the way back for about two hours out of the ten. He would be energized for the rest of the weekend.
Deciding to leave behind the others, allowing them to make their own slow pace, the young teen walked briskly up to the building that was Domino Airport, Private Entrance. In his hand he held his customary Metal briefcase, the contents at this time being his laptop, cell phone, important papers, and the clothing he had worn on the plane. Pssh, did one really expect him to wear all that bulky and heavy clothing (The trenchcoat especially, of course) with just loafing around? It was possible some people might believe it. . .

So, while even though the President of Kaiba Corp. might be able to set off all the metal deters within a 5 yard radius right now, in his normal clothing, he wasn't usually wearing it when there was nothing going on. Or he was at school. Crap, school. . . He didn't have that horrible Blueberry uniform with him.
He pushed open the door, making a mental note to call Mokuba's chauffeur and have him drop off the clothing. Last thing he needed was detention for something as silly as that--Or detention at all.

[Siegfried von Schroider]

A younger gentleman was sitting at a table by himself, one leg crossed over the other in a careless manner, with his back straight and shoulders squared. His posture was perfect, while his cold, pale eyes darted around from person to person, examining each of them and making tsk, tsk sounds whenever he saw someone dressed in a particularly callous manner.

Didn’t anyone else believe in the importance of always looking good?

He took a lock of his thick pink hair, brushing it out of his face. He smirked to himself for no particular reason, placing down the cup he’d been holding to the smaller rounded table, taking the thermos he had and pouring more tea into it. He smoothed the arms of his burgundy-tined blazer, always careful about too many unwanted wrinkles. He didn’t care if he was about to get onto a plane, image was very important.

Especially with the fact being that his company was on the verge of crumbling at his feet. But, while that thought nagged at the back of his mind even as he slept, he didn’t want to think of such thoughts at that moment. He was looking forward to a quick, charming little flight over to Tokyo to take care of some little things. Maybe even sell his services…a good virus, anyone?

Siegfried von Schroider, CEO of Schroider Corp. had been keeping his business alive by associating himself with some rather oily individuals, they were not only oily and slick with their words but oily in their manner of dressing and hygiene. They disgusted him, but he was going to do whatever it took to keep going until he found his opportune moment. He would risk his reputation to get back at

Seto Kaiba. Siegfried’s eyes darted to the taller figure of a young man making his way through the airport, his entourage apparently not with him at the moment. Siegfried narrowed his eyes, his mouth stretching into a grimace for a moment before he realized what he was doing and recollected himself. He knew he had to play things carefully. It was quite unfortunate that this glorious encounter was going to be without any amount of preparation, but Siegfried was not going to be standing in the shadows much longer. He had larger plans that were yet to be completed, so perhaps a little meeting was in store. How was dear Kaiba keeping up with everything? Obviously he was busy, busy as always. Busy sticking his nose into places he shouldn’t be…places that Siegfried belonged in.

Oh, Siegfried was not jealous, let’s not mix anger up with jealousy. He was simply through being considered second best. He had a prodigal mind as well, he just needed his moment. And it was unfortunate for Kaiba to have gotten in his way. Now Siegfried had to show him up.

Siegfried pushed back his chair a bit, making a slight screeching sound as he did so. He cringed a little, hating that sound. He got up slowly, allowing himself to approach the younger man, his finely polished dress shoes tapping upon the airport floor. He had plenty of time, his flight wouldn’t be arriving for about another hour or so. He quickly looked down, breaking his excellent posture for a moment just to check his straight-legged pants for those pesky unnecessary wrinkle. Ah, yes, he looked fantastic as usual.

His long-time rival was not far away from him, and all he had to do was make his presence known. He couldn’t quite tell if Seto was in a hurry or not, and he found himself not caring, no matter how rude that thought seemed to be. Anytime he could hold up the great Seto Kaiba was a good time.

“Ah, Seto Kaiba!” He called over to him as he neared, “What a…surprise.” Siegfried paused, looking over to the right side for no reason, crossing his arms and bringing his eyes back to Kaiba. Hmm…where had he just come from? He wasn’t sure if Kaiba frequented the airport or not, but he had a feeling that he didn’t, unless he were to greet some fabulous new client. No, Siegfried suspected Kaiba was at the airport for another purpose, probably just arriving.

[kaibaseto]

Well well, who would of thought another teenage CEO would be running around the airport at ungodly hours of the morning?

The brunette didn't even so much as blink in surprise as the slightly older male mad his way over, flamboyant as ever. Wonderful, the last thing he needed right now was to run into this particular individual before his morning caffinee.
"Siegfried von Schroider,"
The response was a cool but civil one, seeming slightly detached from the situation . . . Like he had other and better things on his mind that preceded the presence of the magenta-clad young man. A typical Kaiba tone-of-voice.

But all the same, Seto slowed to a halt as he came upon the other, who was making it clear that he wasn't getting out of his way. The teen inwardly sighed, though his face remained neutral. Why? Why did he always get the crazy rivals, step-brothers, board members. . . All out for his blood? Granted, he himself knew how to play dirty and, constantly obsessed about beating a one Yuugi Muto, (Though he would never, EVER admit this outside the safety of his own head. Ever.) but jeeze, come on now.
". . . You are the last person I would expect to see."
Hopefully this wouldn't lead to anything more than forced conversation, but the chances of that were slim. Siegfried wasn't the type to be brushed off so easily, he'd learned; Like a pesky fly you just couldn't seem to swat.

Seto tilted his chin downward ever-so-slightly, possibly looking down his nose at the other. It seemed that he was riding the same train of thought as the Schroider Corp. President did. What was he doing at the airport at a time like this?

[Siegfried von Schroider]

Siegfried kept himself cool and collected, allowing his arrogance to show through his eyes. He wasn’t worried about Kaiba attempting to intimidate him, quite frankly the other teenager seemed to be above such things, even though it pained Siegfried to think of him that way. But Siegfried tried not to underestimate his rivals, it made for a much more interesting game later.

Siegfried was, however, quite aware of the shared distaste they had for one another, and quite certain that Seto Kaiba would much rather be somewhere else than enjoying a little chit chat with his childhood buddy. Come to think of it, Siegfried would almost rather be elsewhere. But inconveniencing Seto was just too good an opportunity to turn down.

He knew he’d made the right choice in coming up to Kaiba simply with the way his name was stated. So utterly like Kaiba to be so imperturbable and yet so mockingly amicable. Siegfried was amused rather than insulted, he had known full well what to expect. To him, Kaiba seemed so utterly predictable, although he also knew to expect some surprises when he finally mastered his grand scheme. In fact, Siegfried even expected Kaiba to be able to think on his feet, so once he reached that point he was putting nothing past his rival. They both knew how to get things done, no matter how much effort it took.

Siegfried offered a light smirk of sorts, clearly the little shock was not only his to enjoy. “Yes, but I’m quite certain those thoughts are mutual, are they not?” He replied rhetorically to Kaiba’s statement of unexpectance. Not even Siegfried was sure of what this meaningless banter would lead to; didn’t know what he wanted to do with it.

But at least he looked good. Kaiba was looking…well…definitely what Siegfried had expected. He had, typically, only thought of seeing Seto decked out in his pathetic trench coat, despite his hopes. Clearly, though, Kaiba wasn’t about the change his style, no matter how much Siegfried wish that Kaiba would give his eyes a break. Kaiba always got far too flashy, allowing his own vanity to show through in what he wore. But rather than display that awful vanity in outrageously flashy clothes, why didn’t he just opt for a nice suit now and then? It looked far more professional, much more fitting for those of their status. Teenage CEOs, they had to look good. Whether it was comfortable or not.

Well, that was indeed the price one had to pay for looking good. Pity that Kaiba would never learn that. This would only serve to go against him once Siegfried made his name known.

“Coming back from a flight, hmm? Keeping busy, yes?” Siegfried kept speaking, now adding his familiar almost-sarcastic tone to his voice. He was only slightly curious in regard to Kaiba’s going-ons, more concerned with any other supposed technological advances on his rival’s part. He would not allow Kaiba to get ahead of him again, that was a minor slip-up. Those extra few seconds that Siegfried had played slower had proved disastrous.

Well, playing dirty was certainly not out of the picture. Although he’d have to be a bit more subtle than he was used to, but he knew without doubt that his efforts would all pay off in the long run. He was far more deserving than this Seto.

But pitting one prodigy against another was always an interesting concept. Things could always get…interesting.

[kaibaseto]

Poking into his business now, hmm? He was hardly bothered by it, oh no, not at all. Kaiba had nothing to worry about from the other's company at this particular moment-- He resided on the top as king while Siegfried's stock wasted away below him. And of course, he expected it to continue that way for a long, long time. No other company could compete with his as far as he was concerned. . . Seto Kaiba might of been young, but instead of allowing his youth to be a detriment against him, he used it as a tool to work in his favor.

But of course, they both knew about being young in this type of environment; People automatically found faults in you just because of your age, your supposed lack of experience. That's why he had to stand out, whether it be in the style of his clothing or in his actions and way he did things. Yes, the young man did all of these things very well by being abrasive and flashy. . . Others could complain all they wanted about it, but who was on top now?

But anyway, back to the matter at hand. Kaiba had just another business owner he had stepped on to his way to the top to deal with now, but unlike the others, he was closer in age-- More prone to tricks that would keep him on his toes. Of course, that would only be necessary if the one standing in front of him managed to pull out some sort of new technology that rendered his incompetent. He didn't see that happening anytime soon, oh no. In fact, he was sure of it. . . He always kept tabs on his opponents in the business battlefield.

At the seemingly polite inquiry about his going-on, the brunette offered a raised eyebrow to the other. Ahh, so this was how they would play today's game, he could do that. In fact. . . He could do that well.
"Of course, the Middle East is a growing place for business, after all." He didn't mention where or why he had been there, leaving the magenta-clad man to guess. With the recent activity in that area, some countries were getting up onto their feet to make a name for themselves like never before. . . It only made sense that they would be trying to become as technological as the rest of the world. And of course, who better to go to than Kaiba Corp. for that?

[Siegfried von Schroider]

Siegfried eyed his young rival, and was certainly not the first to marvel at how far both of them had come, although Seto could easily prove it while Siegfried was left to insist on is own success. They’d both developed a similar technology, and one of them had had to get their first, had had to be the one to introduce the technology before the other. Seto had beat him in that area, not even Siegfried could deny that, but either way, their minds were sharp. Both of them were quick-witted.

And Siegfried? He had only the highest hopes for this little rivalry. Oh, things would eventually start to get out of hand once he got his way. He could already see it, clear as day in his mind. He wasn’t sure about dear Kaiba, but the pink-haired CEO knew he had his own tricks up those frilly sleeves of his. But he would never underestimate Kaiba again, if anything he planned on overestimating him. He was going to think every single plan of his through very, very carefully.

His pale eyes darted from person to person while Kaiba spoke, considering him. Siegfried was becoming less and less certain about this encounter with every passing moment. He longed to get back to his little table and enjoy his tea…which was probably cold by now seeing as he just realized he’d forget to cap the thermos again. And there was no way he was going to hunt for the hot swamp water they served at the airport. He only drank his tea, the kind he brewed so carefully and deliberately. As deliberately and precisely as he went over everything in his life nowadays.

Hmm…perhaps he was bordering on obsessive-compulsive. But, no matter. These things could be dealt with in time. As soon as he took care of everything else.

Kaiba’s reply took Siegfried slightly by surprise. Hmm…the dear boy could keep up with him easily, it seemed. But while Siegfried had had no intention of playing a game, it seemed that he had started one without meaning to. Playing coy and dumb was going to get him nowhere, he now knew, but now he wasn’t sure where to go with this whole silly small talk charade he was putting on. Or maybe they both were, now. He really wasn’t sure.

“I’m sure that it certainly is.” Siegfried allowed a barely-there shrug to move his shoulders. So, Kaiba evidently was busy as usual, obviously trying to start something up in some sandy little village somewhere. Well, Siegfried was a little irritated with that fact, being that he was doing business with the slime of the world, but he really didn’t think he’d enjoy travelling to the Middle East, doubted that Kaiba would have, either. He just couldn’t imagine anyone having a good time down there, seeing as all he had was an image of hot deserts and camels in his mind. Yes, stereotypical, and he was aware that there was probably so much more down there, but Siegfried was busy trying to stay afloat in Japan, forget the Middle East.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Siegfried asked in a nonchalant manner, not bothering to ask Kaiba to go into detail. His thoughts were concerned with other matters located in other, closer areas of the world. And he didn’t want Kaiba to think that he was too interested in his goings-on, because he was more interested in his own at that point. He had to get things working on his own part of the planet before he would be concerned about the rest of the world, even if he fell a little bit behind.

[zain]

As Zain looked over the city from the airplane that he was on thought to himself man there is got to be some really good duelists down there for me to go up against, and I also heard that there is some young talented duelists down there to. As the plane landed on the ground he noticed that it was a very good day out the sun was shinning, the birds were out and the temperature was not to hot but not to cold it was just right, but he didn't notice that until he got off the plane and in to the thing that connects the plane to the airport. I wonder if I'm going to run into some really good duelist here I can hardly wait thought Zain trying to hold his excitement in.

Zain's eyes were sparkling while he walked though the security lines, and when he was waiting for his bags to come through he had time to think about his life so far and wished that this time it would be different here. All of a sudden the their was a loud noise and the baggage started to come through one by one. After he was standing there for about 2 hours and he still didn't see his luggage come through, he decided to go to the baggage claim and see what had happened to his luggage. As he walked over to the baggage counter, he noticed that their was a line of people waiting to ask where there luggage had gone. So he decided to go and get some lunch, but as he turned around he ran into a pole head first. After he picked himself off the floor he continued to go on hoping that no one saw what he just did.As got his food he was looking to see if there were any good dueling opponents for him to go up against.