Hey guys! I know it's been a hot minute. I don't have a reason other then the urge to write comes and goes with my bouts of depression, lots been happening in my life (all good) so I've been very happy. Unfortunately it makes my muses hide. That's okay. I found this story, I finished it and cleaned it up so it's ready for your enjoyment! The ending was edited almost a year after it was written, but I've read it over and I feel like it will serve. Let me know what you think! I love feedback. You guys are the best! - B.B

BIG FAT DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yugioh or any song lyrics found in the following chapters.

YGO

Pairing SK/OC (Not your game, no biggie, there's the door)

Warnings: You only get them once, pay attention

Drugs (Like, so many)

Lemon/Limes in later chapters

So much awful language.

Badly translated spanish using google translate

I have no shame.

P.S- I used too many songs in this story to keep track of them all, but if you know them, you are awesome and deserve a crisp high-five.

I heard rumor, that the job I was after was actually well sought out. An owner of a local company, a very large company, owned a very large estate. A well dressed man named Roland was the one doing the interviews. I was essentially a grounds keeper. I would assign gardeners should the hedges need fixed, an electrician should wiring go bad, or a mechanic, should something in the carpool break down. What had me standing out from what I'm sure was hundreds of others, was my degrees in handy work. I was qualified to do lighting, plumbing, and any other kind of construction that might be needed. The pay was outstanding, and as if that wasn't enough, the estate offered a small bungalow for me to stay in rent free. It wasn't much, there was a small bedroom, bathroom, a living room big enough for a couch and a tv, which led into the kitchenette. It wasn't the ritz, but rent free was rent free. I was to have no interaction with the masters of the house, I had no reason too. If I had comments or questions I was to ask Roland. Every week I was given an assignment list, and as long as the list was finished by week end, I heard no complaints. I had to say though, the mansion was vast and filled with anything anyone could ever want. These people wanted for nothing. I made friends quickly with the house's staff, and the head house keeper June. She was an older woman, very traditional, at first she wasn't sure how she felt about a female grounds keeper, but through bad jokes and my willingness to help out she warmed up quick. It didn't take me long to learn my roll around the house. For the most part I stuck to my assigned chores, but it wasn't unusual for me to get swept up by the needs of the house. A maid would complain of a broken door handle, or busted washing machine. Chores often made my day quicker, so I usually filled these requests. In the rare event I was without anything to do, I would wander the estate, looking for out bulbs or peeling paint. Clad in heavy boots and a set of thick black work coveralls, a t-shirt tucked into them, curly black hair pulled up into either a clip or bun. Despite probably being against policy, I usually had either a headphone in, or my phone playing music in the background, and would whistle while I worked, or for the times while I was alone (or at least felt like it) I would sing along, more often then not throwing in a dance to go with it, much to the amusement of the maids.

I was about three months into my stay when I would meet the master of the house. It was around noon when I'd get a call over the phone attached to my hip, a flickering light in room 2A. Letters with room numbers meant it belonged to someone. A was the head of house, B was his brother, C was public rooms like bathrooms and the kitchen, and so on. So when I walked in without so much as a knock, I found myself pausing at the sight of a blue eyed man behind the desk. He looked up and gave me a dark glare, but I just pointed to the elaborate light attached to the ceiling that was very obviously flickering. "I'm here for the light?" The look lightened and he nodded, returning his attention to the computer before him. Dragging in a 5' folding ladder, I popped it out and climbed up to have a better look. I played with the bulb, even pulling one from the slot next to it to see if it was a short or just a bad bulb. It had to be a short, there wasn't anything wrong with the bulb. Sitting atop the ladder, I stretched up to start work on pulling down the light fixture, if only just enough to see if it was just a lost wire. As my brain's cogs worked, a familiar beat came through my headphone. "Coming out of my cage, And I've been doing just fine! Gotta- gotta be down, Because I want it all! It started out with a kiss- How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss!" My screwdriver twirling in my hand, I bobbed my head a bit to the beat. I heard the man behind the desk speak and looked down to see him looking at me once more, those sharp blue eyes sending a chill up my spine. "I'm sorry?" I asked, pulling the headphone out. "Stop." He glared down at my feet and I realized while I was working my heavy boot had been tapping on the ladder's rung. "Sorry..." His eyes narrowed and I looked back to the fixture, a nervousness in my stomach. Whoops. "What are you even listening too?" "It's Mr. Brightside." I said, a tiny smile curling my lips. "Never heard of it." "Doesn't surprise me, it's American and most of our music's trash." I said with a snort as I reached into a pocket on my overalls and pulled out a small hand light. "Our." His brows pinned as he leaned back in his chair, giving a hard stare. "Where's Tin? The grounds keeper?" "I'm the grounds keeper, Tin retired." "I didn't hire you." "Roland hired me." I clarified, identifying the wire I needed. It had gotten pinched under the fixture itself, and the plastic coating had worn. "And he hired a woman." "An American woman." I said as I reached into my pocket once more and found a wire cap. Stripping the wire and placing the cap over the wire, I grinned. "We spend so much time screwing stuff up, we might as well learn to fix it." I lifted the light back into place. "Really hearing that US pride..." He commented dryly. "Did you see who just got elected into office? Yea you wouldn't either." I grunted, moving down the ladder once more. "Light's fixed. Let me know if you need anything else." That wasn't that bad. From everything I've heard about the Master, he could be a tyrant. At the same time though I'd heard he could be incredibly generous, especially when it came to the younger brother. I couldn't give an opinion really. He wasn't rude, but damn some of those looks could freeze embers. He was cute though. Really cute. I whistled a bit as I went on to the next assignment, ready for the excitement to be over for the day.

The nice thing about such a large building is there was always something to do. Especially since I got the feeling the previous grounds keeper might have put off more then a few things either due to his age or lack of desire. Every week, if I finished Roland's requests, I would find myself a few chores to spread out over the week to keep me busy. This weeks list would be: Mop all the floors, clean the guttering, fix the camera by the front gate, and at some point I had to check on a car in the pool that "needed an oil change". "I can't fix it Roland, I told you I wasn't a mechanic." I said with a dirty look towards the suited man. "You said some car repair." "Yea, if you brought me the car when it first needed a change, I could help you, but I just don't know enough about it." I said, wiping the grease on my pants. "Besides, if it dies in gear, the engine might be seized up. You're better off getting another." The man sighed. The sound of another's approach had me looking over to see the blue eyed man from the week prior. "What's the problem?" He asked Roland. "Well, the thing is- Sir, the..." I felt my lip curl at the sputtering man. What's wrong with you? "Your car died..." I said, shaking my head and turning to gather a few scattered tools from beside the front tire. "Then get another..." Said the executive slowly as though talking to a simpleton. "Yes sir, right." I watched the man bow and scurry to grab another set of keys. As I stood, a small flashlight dropped out of my pocket and rolled down the concrete slope. "Oops." I snatched for it, but missed, leaving it to meet the brunet, who's boot popped up to stop it. In the daylight, I couldn't help but take him in. Dressed in a white suit with a blue button up and tie, he looked good. And he knew it. Grabbing the handles to my bag, I stepped over as he bent to pick it up. "Thanks." I said, offering a smile. Sharp eyes studied my face as he pressed the tool into my palm. "What's your name?" "Jordan Crandle." I offered. "Kaiba Seto." "Pleasure." I replied, feeling a stone grow in my stomach the longer I stood there. "I better go... It's nice meetin' you." I muttered, ducking my stare and turning away a slight chill up my spine, almost feeling the dark blue eyes that ran up my form as I left. Great. Everyone knows the minute the boss learns your name is the minute they take notice.