I don't care where you live at

Just come on boy, let me hit that

Don't be a little bitch with your chit-chat

Just show me where your dick's at

~Ke$ha

"Mokuba, why are you reading that trash?" Kaiba snapped as he snatched the tabloid magazine away from his brother. The front cover was that god-awful Ke$ha with another girl hanging off her. The headlines read "Coyote Heart flees country after BFF Ke$ha kicks her out!" He shuddered. Useless, stupid drivel.

"Get ready for school," he barked. Mokuba, unperturbed, abandoned his now-empty plate at the table and skipped up the stairs. He knew that his brother was used to ordering people around, so when he sounded harsh he didn't mean it and didn't take it personally.

Seto entered the kitchen and forcefully pitched the magazine where it belonged—in the trash.

When he got to school he learned they had a new English teacher. He hoped this one wasn't as incompetent as the last. Considering he was already fluent in English (and German, and French, and Italian and Latin), he could tell how horribly the previous one had taught the whole school.

The teacher entered that afternoon, last class of the day, and introduced himself as Cameron-sensei. An American last name, and an American accent to boot. So he actually spoke it as his first language. He did roll call and began the lesson by asking how far along the students were, and how much they knew. No one could seem to give him a confident answer, so Seto raised his hand, his smirk foretelling what he was going to say.

That had never happened in the history of his life. Yugi, Joey, Téa, Bakura, and Tristan as well as the rest of the class fell completely silent.

Before Seto could competently and abrasively answer Cameron-sensei's enquiry, the door to the silent classroom slid open.

"JOHN! I finally freaking found you!" The melodious voice spoke English, as if to mock the illiteracy of the class. She looked familiar. Dark, almond-shaped eyes; prominent, high cheekbones and a pointed chin forming a very heart-shaped face under a heavy mop of hair that was obviously dyed a dark cherry red and cut with so many severe layers it looked slightly spikey in its ponytail. A very beautiful girl, but dressed like a punk. Exaggerated hourglass curvy, ripped jeans, and a tight tank top under a leather jacket. Black converse high tops. She would be better looking if she didn't wear so much damn eyeliner.

The teacher was caught very off-guard. "Coy? What are you doing here?" Coy? For a girl's name?

She shrugged a canvas messenger bag off her shoulder and plopped it on his desk, ignoring the class. "Aiko wanted me to give you your clothes for basketball tonight. So you wouldn't have to go home. Traffic has been gridlocked all day. I had to use the sidewalk to get here some of the ride."

John raised an eyebrow. "How did you get here?"

"The Shadow." She grinned like this was a huge joke.

"Oh God I can't believe I couldn't hear you."

"Shut up. It's not like it's a Harley. If I'm idling I can hold a conversation with someone."

Kaiba's patience ran out. "If you're done for the day, at least let us know. I have better places to be, like running my company."

John ignored him and explained, "Class, this is a friend of mine, her name is Coyote. She just moved to Japan, and my wife and I are helping her get…settled."

No. Fucking. Way.

The bell rang. That class went fast. Several students bolted from their seats, pelting Coyote with questions, and Seto took this opportunity to shove his laptop in its case and slip around the idiots he had to waste eight hours a day with.

Once he got to his limo, Roland informed him the traffic was still terrible. Deciding to get comfortable, he opened his laptop. Logging onto the internet, a popup window assaulted him. He'd have to upgrade the firewall.

The window featured Ke$ha's new album, produced by Brave Heart Sound, Coyote's father's business, which granted her the nickname Pop Princess and status as A List Elite. God damn it!

A faint rumbling interrupted his internal bristling. It was approaching slowly but steadily and sounded like a car without a muffler. Turning to peer out of the tinted back windows, he noticed a black Ninja sport bike cruising between the other standstill cars and passing his window so closely he listened for the scratching of paint. Apparently the driver was skillful enough to not hit him, even with very little allowance on either side. Ahead it stopped next to a red convertible driven by a woman with a mane of blonde hair. Mai Valentine.

The motorcyclist took its helmet off to chat with Mai and the other occupants in the car: the geek squad plus Duke (honorary geek).

It was Coyote. She's everywhere! Why?!

He felt like his brain was going to shut down with this constant annoyance. She was fist bumping everyone and laughing when a police siren sounded. He cracked his window, curious at the face Coyote made when she looked over her shoulder. Her voice wafted through the smog back to his limo.

"Aw shit. Here they come to ruin my fun. You know, John told me everyone here drives like shit, but they always pick on ME. I gotta hide before they chase me on foot. See you at my place later, Mai? Bring these guys, they're cool." And with that, she crammed her helmet back on her head and took off with an obnoxious squeal. She darted for the sidewalk and took off until he couldn't see her anymore.

Reckless.

"VODKA SLUSHIIEEESSS!" Coyote cheered as she jumped down into the living room, fisting two bottles of Grey Goose. Her condo suite was multi-level, with the spacious living area lowered a few steps from the kitchen/dining area and a loft far above their heads plus four other bedrooms. It was the most expensive living arrangements in all of Domino.

Mai followed holding a pitcher of cherry shaved ice and a tray full of double walled plastic tumblers with lids and straws on a tray in the other.

"Um," Yugi hummed. His violet eyes got huge at the suggestion of underage drinking. Tea and the others followed his line of thinking, except for Duke who set a fine example for his friends and was the first to grab a cup and allow Mai to fill it, and Coyote to pour vodka into it. He let her go for a couple shots' worth, and let her know that was his limit.

"Who's next?" she asked exuberantly. Mai mixed her own drink, and screwed the lid on while the four who were not yet partaking exchanged uneasy glances.

"I don't think we should," Tea said nervously. Coyote looked surprised, but smiled.

"It's cool. More for us. There's nothing mixed in with the stuff in the pitcher, it's virgin." Her tone supported her casual reassurance, and the tension broke.

"So, Yugi, you're top duelist in the world, huh?" Coyote said, hoping to break the ice. She was pretty good at being social, being a celebrity does that to you.

"Yeah…" He quickly regained his shyness. She smirked. The shy ones were always the most fun. She had put quite an amount of vodka in her drink, and had started sucking it down to get buzzed as quickly as possible. Life was more fun when you were tipsy. Drunkenly messing with cute amethyst-eyed duelists was the best form of entertainment. She doubted anyone had ever hit on him before. He was adorable! So was his friend, the kid with the white hair. Bakura? It's too bad he had to go home and couldn't come over. She wouldn't mind flirting with him, either. Oh God, they were kids, weren't they?!

Duke interrupted her internal dialog. "Is that you?" he asked in awe, pointing at the huge portrait on the wall. It was just about the only decoration, she had very few possessions, it seemed.

"Oh, yeah. I don't know why I keep it. I don't do a whole lot of modeling. Maybe I'll auction it off and donate the money to a charity or something."

The portrait was a picture of Coyote sitting in front of a window, sunlight hitting her hair and illuminating her tawny skin. She wore only a baggy sweater, and her bare legs were crossed so it didn't show anything inappropriate but implied it. Not much left to the imagination. One hand was tugging on the oversized collar, pulling it off her shoulder, the other trailing between her legs and blocking the view. It was a pretty provocative, pseudo-erotic picture.

"Heh, you guys must think I'm such a tool, the only wall art I have is a massive, slutty picture of myself."

Joey and Tristan were ogling it, their eyes slightly buggy, Yugi refused to look at it but he had turned a deep red color, Tea looked miffed, and Mai was snorting unladylike into her hand.

"Hey, do you have Black Ops?" Duke questioned, finally getting a good look at the 152" flat screen tv mounted on the wall with her X Box underneath. Disks and cases and controllers were scattered around on the floor around the console.

"Duh," she responded good-naturedly. "It's already in the X Box."

"It's HUGE!" Joey gasped at the size of the TV.

"Yeah, it's the biggest they make. Figured if I was going to play video games, I should have a nice TV."

"I like yer thinkin'!"

Tea asked where the bathroom was. Coy told her, then turned her attention back to the boys who were scrambling to set the game up.

"Whoa, what's THAT?" Joey suddenly exclaimed a few minutes into their game, pointing at the silver pole mounted on one side of the room.

"What does it look like?"

"Well, I mean—gaaaahhhhh…" Cue everyone imagining Coyote performing on a stripper pole. While their attention was diverted, she won.

"Hahaha, fuckers!"

In the mermaid-themed bathroom, Tea realized she had gotten her period. She frantically searched through all the drawers in the vanity searching for a tampon. She was sure Coyote wouldn't mind.

The top drawer furthest away from the toilet was loaded with all sorts of orange prescription bottles. She momentarily forgot what she was doing and scanned the names of some of them. Vicodin, Adderall, and Oxycotton, as well as ones she didn't recognize. Whoa! What if Coy was drinking while taking these? Don't all these meds react with each other? No. It wasn't her business. She shut the drawer and remembered what she was looking for and found them in the space under the sink.

When she rejoined the others in the living room she was greeted with the sight of Coyote spinning on the pole she had noticed earlier. She hadn't said anything because she wanted to avoid exactly what was happening before her. It was pretty obvious that she either had taken professional classes, or had spent a lot of creative time on it. Mai whooped and Duke applauded her. Yugi had buried his face in a throw pillow, and Tristan and Joey each had other pillows on their laps, probably to hide their reactions to this display.

Yugi's phone went off, and he bolted out of sight and earshot to answer it. Coy finally lowered herself and detached from the pole as he returned cautiously. When he saw that she was decent, he announced that Mokuba had been the caller and that he wanted to hang out with them at the Kaiba estate.

"You're invited too, Coyote," he murmured meekly. She was pretty tipsy after the drinking she was doing.

"Sweet! Sure as hell beats being here by myself! You want me to follow you, Mai?"

Mai looked stricken. "After what you've been drinking? Hell no! You're riding with us."

"There's no room."

"We'll make room!"

After five heated minutes of arguing, Duke suggested they cram into the convertible and drop half of them off at his game shop where his Lotus Eterne was. They finally agreed, grabbing their shoes to slip back on as Coy poured herself another drink for the ride.

"Holy sexy!" Coyote exclaimed as she walked into Duke's garage with Yugi. Tristian, Tea, and Joey had gone with Mai, who hadn't waited for them since Yugi and Duke knew where this mansion was.

"Yeah, she's my baby. Custom paint and everything. Butterfly doors…." He went on explaining all the technical details, but she tuned him out and stared at the black body that had a red racing stripe highlighted with a green one. It matched Duke to a tee.

Later they were in the middle of more video games with this Mokuba kid who was pretty awesome. Laid back, funny, beautiful charcoal grey eyes. The door could be heard opening, and someone playing paused the game which paused all of the screens.

The rude guy in John's class was in the doorway, and he was wearing a white trench coat with tails that flared out dramatically and shoulder pads that were ripped straight from Michael Jackson's closet. It was seriously the most ridiculous thing since Gaga's meat dress. Underneath he wore black pants and a black top that must have been spray-painted on. Holy ab definition. Then he turned his eyes on her. They were hard, but crystal blue. Blue eyes always got to her. Always. Even Yugi's pretty purple ones and Duke's emeralds were not a match for Seto's.

"Mokuba, your taste in company gets worse every week. I'm going to have to start keeping tabs on you." He retreated and slammed the door.

Joey began growling, actually growling, and Tristan had to smack him to get him to shut up.

"What the hell was he wearing?" Coy asked a now silent room.

She had to see him again. She had to. He was fucking sexy perfection. She could ensnare him, she was sure. Conquer him. All of the cute guys she had befriended over the day didn't deter her from the ultimate prize: Seto Kaiba's virginity. He had to be a virgin, right? After a quick secret search on her iPhone's google, she couldn't uncover an article about him ever dating anyone. She did find that he was very desireable, but a complete hard ass.

She could look past that.

The door opened just as she was about to exit the room on her way to find "the bathroom" (aka Seto) and lo and behold there he was! She must have telepathy or something and subconsciously called him to her. Or the red string thingy.

He looked furious. "YOU! Come with me!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her out, slamming the door again. A few hallways and floors (and several quick fantasies on Coyote's part on where he was taking her) later and they ended up in a spacious luxury office-type space. The TV was on, paused on the beginning of a Kaiba Corp commercial.

"What is this!" he demanded as he stabbed the play button on the remote. The commercial played through, with Coyote as the focus. She was wearing a suggestive black tube top with long coattails that fell to the back of her knees, pink arm warmers to her shoulders, a black and pink pleated mini skirt and fishnet thigh high stocking on her left leg under an ankle-length black boot, and a thigh high boot on her right. She was over-accessorized with a thick black choker from which a huge blue sapphire lay between her collarbones, and chains layered over her left side and right hip and her ears were full of studs and dangling chains. Very Yugi Mouto punk.

She exclaimed, "It's time to duel!" and activated the Duel Disk on her arm, and drew a card to play the Dark Magician Girl. The hologram sprang to life and spun around a few times, creating a whirlwind of color that morphed into the KC logo and then went back to Coyote, who smiled broadly (and not unattractively) and then declared, "Girls play too!" Then the screen faded to black.

She couldn't for the life of her figure out what he wanted to show her. "Um, yeah, it's the commercial for your Duel Disk…" His whole body convulsed in anger.

"No shit! Why the hell are YOU in it?!"

"You seriously didn't know? Aren't you the CEO?" her tone was incredulous. That just infuriated him.

"Get out!" He flung his arm and pointed to the door. Well this was not going according to her plan!

"You might want to see a shrink about being bi-polar. First you tell me to come in, then you throw me out—"

If Seto Kaiba was the type to hit girls she felt like she was going to find out. Turned out he wasn't, of course. So he can't be all bad. She didn't leave, so he rethought his strategy.

Walking around the side of his desk, he called HQ's sales and marketing supervisor.

"Mr. Kaiba! Are you calling about the five hundred percent increase in sales since yesterday? I was surprised myself! I didn't think the commercial would be that successful!"

Kaiba was silent. His eyes darted from the video phone to Coyote, who had sprawled out on one of the couches, watching the cartoon that had come on after the commercial.

"What do you mean, five hundred percent?" he hissed dangerously.

"Since the commercial launched at 8am this morning, sir, our sales have been doubling every couple of hours. The idea to use Miss Heart was to attract the less-than-sociable boys and encourage more females to play. Industrial Illusions' stock has skyrocketed as well."

Kaiba sat back in his chair. "Very good," was all he could manage before ending the call.

"You should give that guy a raise," came Coyote's suggestion.

"Shut up. Why haven't you left yet?"

"I want to get to know you better," she answered, her eyes still on the TV trying to make it sound casual. He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care. I have shit to do, get out."

She finally turned to look at him, disappointment clear on her face. "You're no fun."

"You must not know anything about me or you wouldn't be so disappointed. Do I have to call security?"

"Are you single?"

His brows furrowed in a flash of agitation again. "Why the hell is that any of your business? If you're saying you're interested, you can forget it. You get your rocks off by being in the tabloid spotlight. My time is more valuable than yours. I know all about vermin like you. Now get out!"

She suddenly looked like she was going to cry. With a deep breath she stood, and staring at the floor she informed him, "You don't know anything about me, but I bet you wish you did." And she turned to exit but not before Kaiba had some parting words.

"No, that would be your wish."