Author Notes: I do not own Inuyasha or Yugioh (that would be nice). All characters of both belong to those franchises. Any original characters that may or may not show up belong to me. I think this is the longest first (or possibly any) chapter I've ever written for . Sorry.

Story: Struck By You

Chapter One: Emperor's New Clothes

"Heroes always get remembered, but legends never die."

-Panic! At The Disco lyrics, Emperor's New Clothes

Kagome – Present –

God, I hate this place.

No, let me retract that a moment. When I think about it, it's not Domino city I hate. I wanted to move here after all. I fight to stay here, despite the exuberate costs. It has a lot of opportunities, good colleges, a night life, low crime, and an extensive list of things that make it a desirable place to live. It's the fact that to live here you must know how to play a damn card game. The fact that the game is sort of a way of life and many people in the city are like bizarre game worshipping cultists I can overlook. The fact that the game is often treated as better than any other interest or pursuit I can live with. The fact that it has a personal dictatorship ruled by a man vying for coldest jerk in all of history is not. I don't dislike Domino City. I just loathe Seto, fucking, Kaiba.

Kagome – Some indeterminate time ago –

"Do you think they'll hire me?" I'd asked Eri curiously, eager for any position that didn't leave me needing to work multiple jobs during school. Between work and college, I barely slept, so just one job, even if it sounded a little degrading, was looking more appealing by the hour. She'd recently had a lot of time to herself, not every evening, but at all. Domino City was more expensive than most cities to make a living in, and being able to only work one job was looking good.

"Yeah, I mean…it's not that bad." She'd paused in her sentence to glance around the McDonald's where we'd met for a quick bite before lowering her voice. "There are some clients that are a little rude, but they can't touch you so it's not so bad. Some of them even tip pretty well over the hourly rate."

"So, you just dress up and clean their house?" I asked again, I was still nervous about this sort of work. I guess I'd always assumed maid-for-hire businesses were a front for prostitution but Eri didn't seem to have the heart for that sort of work. Then, the government did regulate sex work heavily, so I supposed it made sense. If we wanted jobs in more questionable areas, they were easily had. I would never be ready to sink to that.

"Yes, I only work that job. The uniform is not really set up well for cleaning, but you can get all your work done at most places pretty easily." She explained, eating a fry in between her explanation. "I mean, they're not usually super clean but a lot of the services are several times a week and that keeps most of the jobs that aren't first time calls pretty easy to upkeep."

I nodded to her. "I see, I guess if it's being cleaned daily there can't be that much they could do to make the place messy."

"I mean, there are a few that really make you wonder but it's not that bad." Eri reassured as she sipped at her soda. "I wouldn't mind knowing someone else at the company anyway. A lot of the girls are a little too loud for me."

"What about your uniform?" I asked. "You said it's hard to clean in. How er…showy is it?"

I was the one to glance around this time to make sure no one was listening in. I knew what we were talking about wasn't exactly smiled upon as the nicest form of wage making even if it didn't involve selling ourselves many would see it that way. "Is it uncomfortable? Do you have to keep it clean?"

"Well, you're always expected to show up clean but if you get something on it while working the company will cover dry cleaning, which is nice." Eri always did have a way of looking on the bright side. She pointed at me with one of her fries. "It's not that comfortable in the chest, but you only have to wear it for a while. I usually only work a couple cases a night, so I just bring two uniforms with that are ready to go. I haven't seen an owner that mind's if I change into my new uniform there."

"How long does that take?" I raised my eyebrows at her comment. She held up a finger, she was chewing a bite of her own sandwich and I waited patiently while working on my own food with the lull in conversation. Nuggets and fries were becoming more of a staple in my diet than I would like, along with anything caffeinated. Healthier food was more time consuming and expensive, and I didn't have time or funds to put toward them. I was so busy running around and working I'd lost weight instead of gaining any despite the high calories. Then, that was a nod to the fact that most of my money went to getting by.

"I usually get out between two and a half to three hours, but if the places are really bad it might take four, usually not more than that." She answered. "I can pick what days of the week I work which is nice. I don't have many customers yet, but requests from regulars usually get other girls more money since they tend to tip better if they start requesting you specifically."

Eri didn't seem like the sort to lie. Then, I didn't take her for the sort to work this sort of job…but if it put her bills in order while letting her retain sanity I couldn't blame her. I was the one that had asked her how she'd managed to get more free time lately. We shared an apartment in the city to help with money but usually neither of us were home, that was until I'd noticed her around more with her new job. I had asked her to help me get a job with the place before I'd known too much about it.

"I hate Duel Monsters. We wouldn't have to worry about all this if it wasn't for that stupid game." I muttered as I ate a few fries. I wanted to finish before they got cold and didn't taste as good.

"I dunno, I don't mind the game. Besides, we knew when we came here what the rules were." She shrugged, ever better natured about that aspect of living here than I was. "When we get another roommate that will help. I'll be going back to meet with her tonight after I introduce you to the boss."

"I knew it'd be pricy Eri, I didn't realize it would make us consider selling our kidney's." I retorted more harshly than I'd meant to, then shook my head at the pout she gave. "Sorry, it's not your fault."

You must register a duel disk and Duel Monsters deck to live in Domino city.

Learning a card game to stay somewhere with all the amenities Domino City offers sounds innocent enough. A common hobby to bring the community together as well as to regulate who stays. Most of the people enjoy it, though there are residents like me that just get a duel disk and basic deck just to be able to have a residence. The duel disk systems aren't cheap and keeping one that's up to date and registered along with currently legal deck builds is pricy. It wasn't uncommon for most people here, students or otherwise, to have multiple jobs to afford staying.

"It's not so bad, Kagome. I think you'll like it. I mean it's cleaning and not always easy, but it lets me just work one job with school instead of more." She went right back to her optimistic attitude. "I actually have free time sometimes now on the weekends."

"Yes, that sounds nice. Thanks, Eri." I answered. I didn't have the heart to refuse the temptation of free time. She was right, it wasn't like me to be this down. If I managed to get out a little more I'd probably feel better about the city. "When are we supposed to be there?"

Kagome – That evening of some indeterminate time ago –

I still can't believe this is what they want me to work in.

I knew it was going to be revealing but Eri hadn't been joking about the lack of functionality. I hadn't really been expecting to be told I needed to go to a home tonight either. They'd offered me a bonus of 5000 yen to start work tonight and I couldn't refuse that. Still, this was not something I wanted to have to do long term. I felt almost naked under the trench I'd worn to get in and out of the building with what I hoped would be fewer stares.

The skirt was so short my butt was almost hanging out the bottom of it, and the 'apron' was entirely worthless. The garters holding up the thigh high stocking were visible to anyone looking. The back of the uniform had a worked in corset that thankfully wasn't that tight or bending to work would have been impossible. I had to tie up my hair in paired pigtails and use a lot of pins to properly get the headband/hat thing they gave me to fit well without falling anytime I moved. There were long gloves, but they weren't rubber, so I probably wouldn't be wearing them long, but I had to at least arrive in full 'uniform'.

It made me more nervous that I didn't know what I was walking into. I guess this place had called today to ask for services and the regular that would have been working had called off sick. Why they'd offered me a bonus to go ahead and start. I had been warned that first time customers can be very difficult and that it was the only job I'd be expected to work tonight since they had no idea how much time it would take. I didn't have class tomorrow. It was Friday, so I was hoping even if the room was a disaster I could sleep in tomorrow. I had been given a key card in case the client wasn't home, but I doubted I'd be that lucky. No one hired a service like ours if they didn't plan to gape at me the whole time.

The guy at the front of the building had let me in after I explained I was here to clean and shown him the key card I'd been given. I was hesitating outside the door all the same, turning the plastic card in my hands over and over. I didn't have any idea what I was getting into…but I couldn't just stand here all night. I eventually raised a hand to knock briskly on the door. I waited a bit, but there was no answer. I tried again, but a minute later I was still standing in the hallway staring at the door, 733. One of two apartments on this floor. I really didn't want the other person living here to come up and see me here, which was the main prompt for me to put in the card and head inside.

It wasn't downright filthy as I'd first been afraid of. There was some dust on some of the shelves and the television stand, but it didn't have the trash all over I'd almost expected. Well, not the usual thought of garbage. Duel Monsters cards were all over the living room, stacked on any possible surface available and often grouped by their shiny colors other than on the center table. I raised a brow at the pure amount of the colorful pieces of cardboard. There were so many. Whoever owned the place had to make a lot of money to afford all of this. I sighed at the view.

"Hello?" I called out, hoping there would be someone here to at least ask about what I should clean around here. The lack of a reply made me sigh, I suppose at least no one would be ogling me. I'd have to find the cleaning supplies myself but that wasn't so bad. I didn't know what to do with the cards. I knew that arranging items was a part of our job as we were supposed to keep the homes we serviced neat and clean both, but it looked like whoever owned them was in the middle of something. There were several boxes for cards around where they could be put away but if they had any sort of system to the way they organized them I wouldn't know it. Moving them probably wasn't wise.

I wouldn't start here; the owner might return in the meanwhile. I could instead start with the other rooms then work my way back. First things first was the vacuum, I'd have to find it. Maybe the owner would be back by the time I finished with other chores and I could ask about the living room.

Kaiba – Some indeterminate time ago -Evening–

"I want to stay in the city, it's convenient and fun…"

Thus far, Mokuba's idea as to my getting a 'change of scenery' had been neither of those things. I was missing the running of the day to day needs of the company more than I wanted to admit. Still, I knew he could handle things in my absence, the Solid Vision system had already been selling well and numbers were up with no momentous changes to the Duel Monsters side systems coming anytime soon it was the best moment for me to let him take over for a time. Originally, I'd planned to work from home but that hadn't been yielding many results and I had a habit of jumping in with opinions and not letting Mokuba handle things on his own. This trip was as much about letting him get experience with the day to day without my presence as it was an attempt to find inspiration.

My prototype for shifting through dimensions or time to find a way to Atem had stalled. I knew I'd complete it eventually but now much of the science wasn't working the way I had hoped or even expected. I'd eventually reach an answer, but I needed to focus on it instead of Kaiba Corporation. Mokuba's idea had been for me to move away for a while so I could work specifically on my designs and I'd agreed to it, though I hadn't realized just how much I'd made my life convenient at the company. I never had to consider things like when meals would be made, making them myself was a laughable concept. Yet, here I was coming back from having picked up groceries for the apartment I'd arranged.

My staff was at a minimum since I hadn't wanted influences from work to interfere with me coming up with ideas. I was starting to consider that choice a mistake, I wasn't working when I was wandering out for these mundane tasks. I could have ordered food, but I'd already done that most of this week and this trip had doubled for a quick way to get outside. It gave my mind a moment to escape the math that was haunting my latest endeavor.

I pulled my motorcycle to a halt in front of the apartment that Mokuba had arranged. I had to admit he knew my tastes well, he'd found me one of the only places in town that had a valet and doorman. He knew I disliked wasting time on such things. I'd hoped the wind in my hair might get my mind off workplace woes, but it had been little remedy. My mind didn't work like most, I shouldn't be surprised that answers to being stuck on problems that helped others did little for me. A change of routine might offer me help, but so far I'd just spent most of the day working on a new deck idea.

Even duel monsters hadn't managed to get my mind off my troubles and eventually I'd gotten hungry enough that I had gone out to get my own food. I hadn't cooked in years, not since I had when I was younger for Mokuba sometimes, he'd had moments where he'd only wanted mac and cheese I made. I still didn't know how he always figured out if it was me or the maids that cooked it. All the same, I'd grabbed enough so I'd have leftovers to warm up tomorrow when I'd hopefully be working on my new prototype again.

I shook out my hair and frowned a bit. The light was on up on my floor. Had Mokuba come to visit? I hadn't brought many guards and they were supposed to be keeping a low profile, not wandering around the apartment. I was tempted to ask Mokuba to let me take back over but I couldn't. There were already whispers that he'd never be able to keep the company successful if something happened to me. I couldn't go back now and interrupt this chance to prove that untrue. Still, the apartment had been too quiet without him talking to me from time to time so I was looking forward to the impromptu visit.

I grabbed the groceries and handed off the key and helmet to the valet before heading inside. The doorman didn't hesitate to let me in, and I moved right to the elevator. My stomach was protesting my lack of eating, so I needed to get stuff on the pan. I'd gotten things for stir fry but needed to prepare them before cooking could start. Was the goal for me to feel pedestrian? I suppose I could hire a maid or cook but then, most people wouldn't be the best choice as many of the masses never shut up if I was nearby.

My cards remained where I'd left them, which was good. I walked by them to set the bags on the counter and get out the pans and spices I'd need. At least beyond perishables, the place had been well stocked. Mokuba had certainly tried to make this as comfortable as possible for me. I threw my coat over one of the stools and glanced back at my bedroom, the light was still on and I could hear someone humming. A distinctly female voice that made me frown, not my brother then.

The scene in the bathroom when I walked over was not at all what I was expecting. There was a woman, which I'd already deduced, but she was barely dressed. Her uniform, if you could call it that, left little to the imagination. Less given the way she was bent over the tub scrubbing and bouncing lightly to whatever music she was listening to on her earbuds. Her legs were quite long, and shapely enough that I did offer her a once over before shaking my head. What on earth was this? This wasn't what I meant when I told Mokuba to hire a maid.

"Excuse me." I stated coldly, annoyed already with this turn. She didn't move though, clearly not having heard me. I sighed and repeated myself louder than before. "Excuse me!"

She heard me that time, jumping and falling forward as she slipped into the tub she was cleaning. Her arms waved wildly in the air and she tried to catch herself only to pull the showerhead off the pipe. Water started spraying out onto both her and the tiles closest to the tub as she screeched out incoherent protests. I sighed and moved inside to turn off the water shut off. It had only been on several seconds but she was already soaked and dripping. Her uniform skirt was vaguely longer now that it was infused with water but still far from covering much. Her gaze darted swiftly between me and the showerhead with wide eyes.

"I, I didn't mean to break it." She spit out after a momentary stutter. "You scare me, and I fell…"

Did Mokuba find this funny?

"What is all this? Who told you to be here?" I demanded, pulling a towel from where it hung on the wall and handing it to her.

"Uh, my company. Pure Maiden Services." She said, a blush clear on her cheeks. Was the bashfulness the act of someone good at pretending for work or was she actually embarrassed? Hard to tell given her line of work. "I didn't mean to break it, maybe I can fix it."

"You're a plumber and a maid?" I asked skeptically.

"Uh…no…" She looked at the shower then at, her expression apologetic.

"What's your name? How old are you?" I asked. She looked pretty young, though part of that could be the costume.

"Uh, I'm Kagome, Kagome Higurashi. I'm twenty-two." She answered, offering a minor bow. "It's my first day, I'm sorry. Please don't have me fired."

My first instinct was to kick her out, but if there were reporters around they would eat this up and I didn't need the headache. There were already too many whispers about work that I was at the age that I should be dating. I didn't need this sort of coverage, Mokuba certainly didn't. Her walking out dressed like this would only make his and my lives harder.

"I'll find you something to wear until I can have my assistant bring something suitable." I said after several moments of her staring at me pathetically. I didn't care for begging, but at least she didn't keep repeating herself. I walked out to get some pants, a shirt, and a belt. "They will be a little big but its better than what you have now. Get dressed and we can talk."

"I'm sorry." She remarked as I closed the door. I returned to the kitchen, frowning at my food on the counter and moving the bags to the fridge. I'd just order something again. I didn't have the patience for cooking right now. I dialed Mokuba.

"Hey bro." He answered cheerfully.

"Mokuba, you realize you hired a maid service for my apartment." I commented.

"Yes, is it okay?" He asked, clearly a little nervous by my tone of voice.

"It's fine." I said after a moment of quiet. "I just wanted to make sure that it was you."

"Oh, yeah. I thought that way you'd have more time to work." He answered, relieved. "I considered doing a live-in service, but I thought you'd be annoyed."

"Did the company sign the appropriate NDA forms?" I asked.

"Yep, I got it all set up." Mokuba stated, proud of having helped. I resisted the urge to sigh, he had enough to deal with given the company.

"Thank you, Mokuba." I said instead, hanging up the phone. Maybe the idiots weren't completely off base that he wouldn't survive without me. I dialed another number.

"Get me information on Kagome Higurashi, summarize what you find and get it to me immediately." I ordered when my assistant picked up. "You have five minutes."

I thought about calling immediately to cancel this service but paused. I did still need someone to help around here. This girl might be able to suffice, assuming she could cook as well. She didn't touch my cards which was a plus, and didn't seem to recognize me, which was a rarity in this city.

"Please don't turn me in." She said when she came out, looking at my phone in my hand. "I can help pay for it and I'll keep cleaning."

"Did your service have you sign an NDA?" I asked, as much as I wanted to trust Mokuba, I had lost a bit of faith with this small debacle.

"NDA?" She looked lost, not a good sign.

"Non-disclosure agreement. You don't talk about anything you see or hear in here while working here." I replied, moving to my desk to get a standard copy of the forms we usually used. "It would be a lot like this."

"Oh, yes." She nodded affirmation at the visual. "I'm pretty sure anyway."

…

"Would you mind signing another now? They should have had you do this for certain." I asked as opposed to calling her uneducated.

"Um, sure I guess?" She said. "I don't really like to gossip anyway."

I set it down for her, letting her fill it out and sign it. Curious at how swiftly she took me at my word, she barely looked it over. She was trusting, which wasn't always a boon but at least most people quick to trust tended to be trustworthy.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked after taking the signed form.

"Um, you look familiar I guess?" She looked uncomfortable. "Maybe you're on tv I guess? You didn't introduce yourself, so I didn't want to ask."

I smirked slowly. It was absurd really, someone living and working in Domino City and not knowing who I was. Certainly I'd been on television, but she wanted me to believe she couldn't recognize me? I practically owned the city by proxy. I was about to explain when my phone dinged. At least some of the information I'd asked for. It was a small paragraph but enough, what was this woman up to? If she was only playing innocent she was very good at it. Still, it seemed quite the strange coincidence that she'd be rooming with the enemy.

"Do you like this job? Dressing up like that to clean?" I asked, ignoring her implication that she'd like my name entirely.

"It's a part of the job, sir." She said without meeting my eyes.

"Be honest." I insisted, gesturing to the table. "Come, sit."

She'd been hovering near the bedroom door like a small child unsure of where to go. It was only when I motioned to the table that she came hesitantly closer and finally took a seat. "I mean, it's not really fun for me but it pays well."

"Can you cook?" I asked, on a whim. If Valentine thought, they were going to spy on me for that pink nightmare at Illusions she had another thing coming.

"I like to cook, why?" She looked even more confused at each question I asked, but I didn't mind. I was still formulating a plan after all. Another text told me that she was in fact, in dire straights when it came to money. She may not have been lying about this job simply being a need, then she could be planning to report straight back to her roommate for a payoff.

"I would like to hire you to work here exclusively. I do have a need for someone to keep the house in order and cook meals." I replied. It was slightly on a whim, but I'd had too much sabotage by Pegasus before now to trust any coincidences. "I can offer a generous salary, certainly more than whatever you make now. I would require you stay here to deal with the needs of the apartment but you can reside rent free in the guest room as long as it's also properly kept in order."

"Um, that sounds like a generous offer." Her brows had disappeared into her bangs. "But I don't even know your name. Why would you want me? I just broke your shower."

"An admitted accident, unless you plan to break more." I commented, and she shook her head negatively and empathically both.

"No, of course not. I just, it's something I'd need to think about. I could come over and see how it goes for a while. A trial I guess. For both of us."

It was reasonable. I knew. I didn't blame her for looking for some sort of middle ground to my sudden offer, but I couldn't let her wander back. "Not possible, this is a package deal and not up for long term consideration. You live and work here effective immediately or the job offer passes. I can draw up a contract right now as to terms."

"Then no." She shook her head. "I can't do that."

"Seto, Kaiba." I stated my name, amused at the fearful flicker of recognition that entered her face. It was always nice when someone recognized their betters. Before she knew I was someone of means and important, but now the level of our difference was weighing on her mind.

"You…your?" She stammered after a moment of quiet. "Why would you even want to hire me? You could get anyone to work for you."

"It's an investment." I replied with a shrug. "You should consider my offer before outright refusing. It would not only resolve your issue of not having money to survive while finishing your degree but give you the ability to start saving. I had Kaiba Corporation look you up while you were changing."

She looked at my phone then back to me, frowning at me. Apparently she didn't appreciate the lack of privacy. "Why are you worried about me? As I said, you could get anyone."

"I don't want anyone." I replied, leaning a bit closer in my chair. "I want someone that doesn't know or care about me or my company. Perhaps you recognized me just now, but you had no idea beforehand. You'd be shocked how rare it is to find someone fitting that description."

"I'd still need time to think about it." She replied.

"Why? There's nothing else the city can offer you close to this." I shook my head at her hesitation. "You clearly need money, you clearly could use a place to stay on top of a generous salary. You would be allotted time to continue college and for homework. I'd even let you remain here until your classes finish in the spring and you graduate. There is no better offer out there."

"I have other things in my life than money." She was still frowning at me. "You can't just bully-browbeat your way into something like this. Honestly, your attitude sort of makes me want to stay with wearing the outfit and cleaning random places."

It was my turn to frown at her. My personality was worse to deal with than dressing up like a whore? Certainly, I wasn't looking to win contests, but she seriously thought I'd let this sort of behavior slide? Did she not realize she had no rocks to stand on?

"You can afford the repairs then?" I asked, altering tactics. The shock that crept onto her face almost made this headache worth the trouble. She'd made it a sort of game, and I didn't lose at games. "I expect it'll run a minimum of 200,000 yen at least."

"I…I can't afford that much." She stared. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"Extortion would be the proper term."

"That was an accident!" She protested. "You said that yourself!"

"Someone has to pay for accidents. I wouldn't be a good businessman if I covered the mistakes of other employee's, just my own." I answered, enjoying the scowl she gave me. There, that had broken through her little innocent act. "I expect your business will cover it, but you'll have to repay them, and hope they'll retain you if I file a complaint. Work here and you can consider it a sign on bonus."

"A bonus! You're rich…you could afford it easily." She hissed, not at all managing to look intimidating in the overlarge clothes and still dripping wet hair even if she wanted to. "You think I'll let you just force me into something like this? You uppity…"

"Tch. Tch." I clucked my tongue to interrupt her coming insults. "Before you refuse, consider who you are talking to. Do you think you could get another job if I didn't want you to? Difficult to get work without positive references. Don't worry, I'll only be here a month. After that you can keep the place to yourself til you graduate. I'll make sure it's paid off as soon as we sign."

She sputtered out some muttered words I couldn't make out. I am sure whatever she'd meant to say wouldn't have been complimentary.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked once she got control of her tongue. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I am a man who gets what he wants, by whatever means are required." I shrugged at her indignation. "This is far from an unfair deal, if anything I'm likely getting the shorter end. You'll still be allowed to go to your classes and time to work on homework but otherwise I'll require your services here."

"What does 'my services' mean?" At least she had moved past embittered denial to hesitant bargaining…

"Cleaning, cooking, keeping necessities stocked in the apartment. You're never to touch my cards, or come in my room other than to clean it. There will be a contract drawn up, as I said. Overall, I expect little, I simply want someone that doesn't care about me or my company working here while I stay here. Someone willing to abide by a promise of a lack of gossip and the NDA they signed."

"Is that all?" She pressed, clearly angry but keeping a lid on other things she'd like to say.

"Is there something more you would want?" I thought I'd been generous. By the short report I'd gotten the girl was in dire straights monetarily. She'd managed to pay her school with money left by her grandfather, but she still struggled to keep herself afloat…which is why I still wasn't convinced she wasn't spying for Valentine. The main reason I wanted to keep an eye on her.

"A recommendation…" She stated. "I want a recommendation once I'm done with school. It's hard to find a good place to work after college. I wanna be able to work anywhere when I graduate, anywhere."

That was all? Given her choice of roommates I remained skeptical, but I'd have to wait on a fuller report.

"Fine, assuming you can stick to our arrangement and properly execute your job then you'll end up with a glowing recommendation." I replied. It was a lot to ask for after all, Seto Kaiba didn't hand out recommendations very often. The ones I cared for I kept with the company and most of the rest I fired. At least keeping her here would give my workers the time to look into if she was a spy or not. If so, I could find a way to wish she'd never considered it. If not, then I still got the worker I needed for the next month. Win-win in my case. "I'll have a full agreement finished by the time you finish cleaning. Don't stare at me, you have work to do. The bathroom was still quite a mess after your accident, yes?"

I smirked slightly at the mutter under her breath as she stalked out back toward the bathroom. That was all the sign I needed that she was going to sign once something was typed up. Not that I'd given her a choice. Perhaps the day hadn't been a total loss, I had gotten my mind off my machine for a while…I turned on the computer to work out a contract.

End Chapter

I am eternally amused by Kaiba's attitude. He's such a dick it's funny.

-Aura

To any reviewers:

Thanks for any future love. As this is the first chapter that's the most I can offer.