Summary: Atemu Massri, one of the vice presidents of the Massri-Wong Company, looks for love in all the wrong places. After one of his trips to the strip club, he ends up entering a tiny diner. There he meets a young waitress. He decides it is time to settle down and get married. He pursues who he thinks his perfect match, only to discover that its not who he wants. Will he realize who his perfect match really is? What happens when forces unknown try to keep them apart? Will Atemu be able to find happiness?

Warnings: Female Yugi, language, possible lemons, character death.

A/N: Atemu's full name is Atemu Ghameq Massri, Ghameq means dark and Massri mean Egyptian, both in Arabic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-OH! If I did, it wouldn't have ended (hehe).

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Atemu woke up groggy. The alarm had been buzzing for several minutes. A woman's hand had slipped by his head to push the alarm.

"You shouldn't have turned the alarm on."

"Why?" Atemu asked, half asleep.

"Now you have to suffer the consequences."

The woman kissed the half-naked man on the chest, a repeat of the beginning of what had happened the night before.

"This is a consequence?" The man responded nonchalantly.

"You are going to be late." Her kisses formed a trail from his chest to his belly button.

"Really?"

The strawberry blonde sat up, her legs still straddling the man's hips.

"What is the matter with you?"

Atemu stared at her, eyes slightly shut.

"You weren't so distant last night," the girl teased.

"I just don't feel like it."

The clock read 6:33.

"I need to get up Mizuno."

"It's still early, we can…"

Atemu sat up, forcing Mizuno to lean back.

"I need to leave, and you have overstayed your welcome."

Mizuno gave a nasty glare.

"What?"

"I said you have overstayed your welcome." He stated again, this time staring at her.

Mizuno pouted. "Didn't you enjoy last night?"

"Not as must as I had thought I would." Atemu slipped his legs from beneath her and left for the bathroom.

"But…" Mizuno whimpered, "I thought we had something going."

He looked back, unfazed by her watering eyes.

"Last night told me otherwise."

Mizuno was taken aback by the blunt tone in his voice. Atemu entered the bathroom and shut the door.

He stared at himself in the mirror. He waited a moment, only to hear a familiar sound; a large thud, followed shortly by glass shattering.

"You can't do this Atemu. You can't."

"Ms. Genbai…" Atemu called through the door.

"You bastard! How can you say that to me!"

"20,000 dollars." Atemu stated in a monotone voice.

Mizuno stopped her tantrum.

"There is a man downstairs who will give you 20,000 dollars in cash and a ride home if you will keep our encounter quiet."

"What?"

Atemu opened the door. Mizuno was still on the bed.

"I will give you 20,000 dollars in cash if you leave and don't tell anyone about this encounter."

A stunned look was on her face, then a smirk.

"Only 20,000 dollars?"

"50,000 if you don't speak of this and never see me again."

Mizuno smiled greedily. She began to slip on her clothes.

"And if you do decide to come back, I will sue you for 200,000 dollars for trespassing."

The serious look sent a shiver Mizuno down her spine.

"Fine."

Atemu handed her a slip of paper.

"Give this to the man downstairs. He will provide the money and the ride home."

Mizuno stared at the amount listed on the paper and grinned greatly.

Atemu went back to the bathroom, ready to get in the shower and forget Mizuno Genbai.

Atemu Massri, vice president of Massri-Wong Company, had this routine down. He would go on dates, take the girl home, make love and send the girl home the next morning. He was looking for the one, the one who would excite him, who would comfort him, who wouldn't want him for his money or his title.

Every girl he "tested" he met at social parties, big business get-togethers or political campaigns. Every girl had the same result.

Atemu dragged his feet slowly across the pavement. He no longer felt her breath on his neck and the warmth of her legs against his. The sex tease at the strip club, although pleasurable, left no lasting impression.

"I need a girlfriend."

'No,' he thought, 'I need more than that.'

It had been a week since Mizuno Genbai entered and left his life.

He glanced at his watch.

"6:01."

He had been out all night, again, escaping the loneliness in his life. Yet no matter how often or how long his escapades, he would always return to the feeling. He knew he should go home, to sleep of this isolation on life, but he was tired, too tired to continue. He needed to rest, now.

He forced his head to rise, tired of looking at the concrete. A diner stood, its lights shining.

Without giving it a second thought Atemu entered the diner, causing a bell to ring softly through the restaurant. He slipped silently into a booth in the corner. No longer caring, he placed his head on the table. He closed his eyes, wanting to forget his life.

"Did you have a rough night, sir?"

Atemu opened one eye to see the source of the caring voice. A girl who looked like she was in high school stood at the edge of the table. A smile covered her face, hoping to get one back.

Atemu denied her request as he turned his head away. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone. He just wanted to forget about his life, and how his parents will react again.

He sat in silence for a moment, trying to keep his head clear. Ever since high school his life seemed like a downhill battle with himself. Sure, he had a good paying job, a nice home, but he was missing any type of meaningful relationship. Even his relationship with his parents was becoming strained.

The silence broke as he heard a small thud near his head. Atemu twisted his neck in response, seeing a mug full of coffee had been placed a few inches from his head.

"You look like you could use some coffee," the waitress said with a concerned smile. She placed a few containers of cream next to the coffee.

"If you decide you would like something to eat or if you just want to talk, let me know. My name is Yugi."

Atemu watched as the young girl walked back to the counter. He sighed deeply. He needed to wake up, even if he didn't want to. Lifting his head off the table, he sat up. He reached for the cup. Raising the coffee to his nose, he smelled the contents, eyes fluttering at the aroma.

He sipped on the coffee, allowing the brew to tickle slowly over his tongue. Coffee never tasted so good. He then gulped the rest of it down, not wanting to waste it. He breathed heavily after swallowing.

"Would you care for more?" Atemu looked up. Yugi stood, holding the pot of coffee, a smile across her face. He gave a weak smile as he slid his cup over. The girl slowly poured the brown liquid into the mug, filling it to the brim.

"Thanks," Atemu replied in an exhausted tone, bringing the cup back to him.

"You're welcome," Yugi smiled again before setting the pot on the table.

"Would you like something to eat? You look like you haven't had a good meal in a while."

Atemu stopped mid-sip, looking up at Yugi. Does she never stop smiling?

"Not really, I really don't have any money."

"It's on me. Do you like French toast? Taji makes good French toast."

"I can't take your…"

"I insist," Yugi interrupted, "like I said, you look like you could use a good meal."

Atemu felt he couldn't argue with her. Something in that constant smile of hers. He shook his head and chuckled.

"French toast sounds good."

"Alright." Yugi grabbed the pot and walked back to the kitchen. Atemu watched as she talked to an older gentleman who he guessed was Taji. He smiled to himself. That girl is something.

He went back to his coffee, sipping it slowly. He was starting to feel the caffeine. Sighing, he glanced as his watch.

7:12.

"It's a good thing today is Saturday, or Wong would kill me."

Vivian Wong, or Wong as Atemu referred to as outside the office, was his co-vice president. The two vice presidents were the children of the two presidents of the company. His father felt that it would be good for Atemu to marry Vivian, to keep the business as a partnership, to prevent the Wong family taking complete control. Needless to say, Atemu wasn't too thrilled about the idea in the beginning. Yet, as he continued through life, it seemed more like the practical thing to do. After all, he was 25 years old, and he was ready for the wild child act to end.

He looked out the window, watching the sun peek from the horizon. Maybe it was time to really consider Vivian. She was a hard worker and already knew the company. But she could be stubborn, like him. However, it's not like his picks have been the perfect lady.

"The French toast is ready."

Atemu moved his hands as Yugi placed the plate in front of him. She promptly set a pitcher of syrup and three pads of butter on the table. Using the pitcher she filled his mug once again.

"Anything else I can get you at this moment?"

Atemu once again saw Yugi's smile. It made his worries disappear for the moment.

"No, I think I'm good for now."

Yugi nodded in response.

"I'll be by the counter if you need me. Remember, it's on me."

Yugi left once again, leaving Atemu to eat his French toast.

He heard a low beep. Realizing it was his cell phone, he removed it from his pocket.

Four missed calls, all from his mother.

Atemu groaned. His mother was going to kill him. She always worried about him, especially with the wild child routine. She never liked the idea of his dating tactics and late night outings. Yet, she tried her best to bring him back.

He slid the empty plate to the end of the table, sighing deeply for the satisfying meal. Yugi wasn't kidding, that was some good French toast. He sipped the last bit of coffee.

"I see you liked the French toast."

He removed the mug from his lips, looking up at the girl who was now holding his plate.

"Yes, thank you."

"Would you like another cup of coffee or one to go?"

"No thanks."

Atemu looked at his watch.

"I should probably get going," he stated, scooting over to get out of the booth.

"Would you like me to call a taxi for you?" Yugi suggested in a concerned tone, not wanting the man to injure himself. Atemu looked at her with calm eyes.

"No, I will be fine. Thank you for everything."

Yugi flashed one of her smiles.

"You're welcome. Just be careful."

Atemu nodded before walking out the door.

Yugi carried the plate and mug back to the dish tank to be washed.