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P.S. I DONT own YuGiOh or any of its story line or characters.

P.P.S. This Is YAMIxSETO dont like it? get outta here.

P.P.P.S. MORE REVIEWS MEANS QUICKER CHAPTERS!

Wanting the Need That Needs Your Wanting

ONE

Yami couldn't believe it.

He was totally jobless and Gramps didn't need help at the store. He liked that he had a stash of money for things like this. The company he worked for was bought out and all the employees fired.

His little one bedroom apartment stared back at him as he closed the door and dropped his bag on the floor. He let out a puff of air.

You know you are going to have to find something soon. His couch said to him as he dropped onto it.

He knew that. He knew that he had about enough money to keep him alive for a month, including rent. He had one month to

find a new job before he was kicked out of his home.

His fridge sighed open for him. This will all be gone very soon.

Damn.

There was a knock on his front door.

"Who's it?"

"It's me!" Called a little voice like his own.

"Come in!" he called.

Half a minute late his miniature look-a-like came into the kitchen. "Hey Yami—what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Yami asks the boy as he pulls a spoon out of the drawer.

"You have the ice cream out." Yugi says sliding onto one of his stools at the island. "Something happened. Spit it out."

Yami sighed, looked down at the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. It had betrayed him and told the one person he wouldn't want to know that he was laid off from his job and now had no cash flow. "Laid off."

"What?" Yugi looks at him with wide violet eyes. "What happened?"

"The company got bought out, we all got laid off."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know…" Yami took another bite of ice cream. "I have money for about a month of living. After that, I'm broke."

"You know what?" Yugi digs in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. "I got this number from a friend of mine at school, it's for a secretary job that I guess pays really well. My friend told me that if she had a car she would take the job herself, but she gave me the number

instead. You should call."

Yami took the thin little white card. There was a water mark across the company name, under was a number. "Who is it for?"

Yugi scrunched his nose for a moment in thought. "I'm not too sure. My wallet went through the wash the other day. I didn't give much thought into the job, I don't have a car yet either."

Yami pulled out his thin silver Razor. He punched in the numbers.

Ring…ring…ring…

"Hello?" Asks a strangely familiar voice. Yami couldn't place it.

"Yes. I got this number from a friend of mine, she told me that you are looking for a secretary."

"Oh, yes. How old are you? When would you be able to start working?"

"I'm twenty-two, and I'll start working tomorrow if you want me too." Yami says with a smile.

"What is your name?"

"Atem Yami."

There was a clank like the phone had fallen to the floor on the other line. This was fallowed by shuffling, then the voice come back. "How did you get my number Yami?"

"Oh god." Yami almost dropped his own phone.

"What?" Yugi asks.

"Yami!" Snaps the voice on the phone.

"I didn't know this was your number Kaiba."

Yugi behind him dropped a plastic cup on the counter that clanked something awful. "What?"

"I personally believe that this…relationship we share will interfere with work. Pity for you."

"Pity for me is right. Pity I wasted my time."

"Yours and mine both Atem."

"I don't believe I would want to work for you anyway."

"I don't want you to work for me."

"Good."

"Good." Click.

Yami looked at Yugi."I didn't know, I swear."

"Damn." Yami sighs. "If it wouldn't have been Kaiba, I would've had that job."

"That's a good sign." Yugi notes. "That means that you are more likely to find a different job."

Yami digs back into his ice cream. "I suppose."

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks that Yami had not yet found a job. In that time he had attended four interviews and submitted sixteen different applications. Nothing. No one called him back. No one hired him.

He sat on his couch reading a book. He didn't watch TV, didn't have more than one light on at a time, and made sure he wouldn't run over on his phone bill, that was the last thing he needed.

This is when the phone rang.

Yami shoved his book mark between the pages of his book and answered his phone. "Hello?"

There was a moment silence. "Listen to this well." It was Kaiba. "I don't want to hire you. But you are the only one who has called for the job and I need someone to fill the place."

"What?"

"I am calling to tell you that you have the job if you want it."

"Did you ever think that I would turn this job down?"

"I know you won't, because you can't find anther job."

"How do you know that?"

"I am the most powerful man in Domino, how do you think I would know that you can't find a job. Do you want it or not?"

"How much is the pay?"

"I'll pay you $50 an hour."

Yami just about dropped the phone again. Fifty dollars an hour?

Take the job, then we can get a bigger place! Screamed the couch he sunk back into. So what you work for Kaiba, your getting paid at least $400 a day. You'd make that in a week if you find another job.

"Alright. I'll take the job."

"I'll see you at 6:00a.m. sharp. If you are late, don't bother showing up." Click.

Great. He was now working for his arch rival.

And getting paid a lot of money to do so.

That was the only thing he cared about at the moment, all the money he was going to be raking in.

Yami woke up the next morning to find that it wasn't a dream. He was going to have to report to Kaiba Corp. in an hour, and he was going to have to work for Seto Kaiba.

His bed coaxed him up and into the shower. Then he brushed out his hair, combed it into spikes with his special moose, put on black dress pants, and threw on a light blue button up. He grabbed his phone off the charger, grabbed his keys off the island, and left.

There was a note on his door when he locked it. The leases were ending at the end of the month regardless of the amount of time left on your lease because they are going to start to do renovations.

A month and he would have to find a new home.

Tch, you can do that. His keys told him as they jingled in his fingers. You make $400 a day. You could be out of there in a week. You could live in a nice loft in downtown Domino. You are living the life now.

He would move out, and fix up his car. Like he dreamed.

He sat in his car for a few moments waiting for the old '87, American shipped and converted, Mustang, to warm up.

Mokuba was waiting just past the doors when Yami arrived. "Good morning Yami!"

"Hello Mokuba."

"Seto says, the first part of your job is to take me to school." He handed him a fifty. "This is for gas money, just in case."

Yami looked at the bill in his hand. "Alright, well come on then." He ushered the boy out to his car.

Mokuba whistled lowly. "Nice car."

"It will be."

"You fixing it up yourself?"

"I have a guy who is going to do it for me. I just have to buy the parts." Yami tells him.

"What are you going to do to it?"

"Fix up the engine, it needs some interior work, it needs a new clutch, filters, paint, and AC belt."

"Lots of work." Mokuba nodded. "It's pretty cool that you are fixing it up."

"I donno. I might just fix up the inside, paint it and sell it. I like the new Mustangs."

"Me too." Mokuba agrees.

Yami hated his car. Hated everything about it. Sure, it was a Mustang, and sure, if he fixed it up he would love it. But, the thing was, he didn't want to fix it up. He wanted a fast car, something that hummed just right. He would get a new one and tune it up.

After Mokuba was dropped off at his school, Yami was back to the building, and riding all the way up to the top floor in a clear elevator.

The top floor was a large room with white tile floor, fancy black rugs, two large couches facing each other, and in the far right corner was a large dark oak desk complete with two computers, a fax machine, printer, phone, security monitor, and a very comfortable looking

swivel chair. About ten feet from the desk was a pair of double doors that were flung open. Yami could see into a large office with huge windows behind a long desk, behind which sat Seto Kaiba, typing quickly on a keyboard that was projected onto the wood top of his

desk.

He walked over to the doors, and took a deep breath.

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