Here we are with yet another story... HOW I get these random ideas, I have even less clue than you. Anyways, here it is... And, for the 1st time EVER, I'm NAMING my chapters. Other than "Chapter (insert number here)" I mean. I've also included the Summery in here, because it wouldn't fit in the required box. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Huh, if I did I wouldn't be able to torture the charries like I do!

Summery: "Elegance" is the newest star at Lili's, a dodgy nightclub on the wrong side of town. She seems aloof, but deep down she's seething with self-hatred. Why, though, is something only she knows.Seto Kaiba just got free tickets to a show with the same name on the other side of town. All it needs, methinks, is a push in the right direction... something Fate just might deign to give.

"Elegance?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Who could it be? You're on next."

"Great."

"Gee, don't sound so enthusiastic."

The plain white door swung open, the small gold star on the front shimmering, and a young woman stepped out. She had long black hair that curled around her face in glamorous-looking curls, and big purple eyes. She wore a sparkling purple leotard, and not much else. Her feet were bare, except for a silver toe-ring on her left big toe. She glared at the young man who had spoken. "For your information, I was warming up. And I don't appreciate being disturbed."

"Whatever." The young man shrugged, apparently unaffected by the ferocity of her glare. "Hurry it up. Like I said, you're on next."

Elegance rolled her eyes and retreated back into the small changing room. The door swung closed behind her, and the young man shook his head. Then he carried on down the corridor, whistling a slightly off-key tune.

Seto Kaiba was angry. 'This is unacceptable. How can a restaurant be open if it's roof isn't fixed on properly?' he fumed inwardly, glaring at his reflection in the mirror and shuddering at the bruises above his right eye, and across his chest. That was the last time he was going to give that restaurant his patronage again. He fingered the bruises lightly. 'They'll be hearing from my lawyers in the morning… as well as the City Health Officials! And, I suppose, those vampires at the gossip magazine, but they hardly count.'

"Seto? Are you up?"

"Yes, Mokuba. Come in." Seto strode over to his bed and shrugged on a shirt. 'No need to scare him.'

The small, black-haired boy entered, and his face lit up when he saw his brother standing beside his bed, doing up the buttons on his shirt. "Seto!" he cried, and ran forward to hug his brother. He broke away when his elder brother yelped in pain. "Seto! Are you okay? What happened? I'm sorry!"

"Mokuba, I'm fine." Seto gingerly patted his ribs. "Just bruised. Nothing serious."

"I'm so sorry… I just got so worried about you!"

"I know." Seto smiled. "What happened after the beam fell?"

"The owner came and called the hospital, which sent an ambulance."

"Remind me to send a donation to the hospital."

"Sure. Anyway, the medics hefted the beam off of you with the help of all the patrons and the waiters and then they strapped you up and took you away…" Mokuba's voice quivered, but he took a breath and steadied it. "They called me from the hospital, and I told them to take you down to the Kaiba Clinic… and here you are."

"Good work, Mokuba." Kaiba put a hand on his little brother's shoulder. He hadn't missed the quiver.

"Thanks." Mokuba's face suddenly broke into a grin. "The owner gave me this to Charles to give to you… he gave it to me."

"Charles?"

"The chauffeur. Anyway, here it is." He pulled an envelope out his pocket and held it up.

It seemed inoffensive enough, so Seto took it. "Thanks, kid." He yawned. "What's the time?"

"Ten o' clock."

"WHAAAAT?"

"Seto! I told them to let you sleep! You always push yourself so hard… I thought you'd need a break."

Taking a deep breath and centring himself, Seto let go of his anger. He returned to the present and smiled. "It's… fine. Really. Thanks Mokie." He yawned again. "I'm to bed – and you should be, too. Might as well get an early night's sleep when I can. Good night."

"'Night!" Mokuba walked to the door and grinned at his older brother. "Sleep well." Then he was gone, closing the door closed gently behind him.

Seto lay down carefully on the bed. After what seemed like hours of restless movement from one painful spot to another, he gave up and pushed himself into a seated position, switching on his lamp. In its circle of light, something white caught his eye. The envelope.

'Oh, well, might as well read it now.' Seto reached out and grasped it. On the front in the messy hand of someone in a hurry was the words 'Mr. S. Kaiba.' He opened it, and inside were two tickets to see the latest play, called, according to the tickets, 'Elegance'.

Seto shrugged, and then winced at the pain. Like he'd ever have time to go to any play. Besides, if he was going to go with someone, he needed to buy more tickets. Two was just enough for him and one bodyguard.

There was a note with the tickets, written in the same hurried handwriting. 'Sir. My sincerest apologies for what happened this evening. Please accept these tickets as I saw the extent of your wounds and figured you would need something to keep you occupied while you healed. Please let me know if you are going to press charges. Many thanks, Mr. M. Banks, owner of Le Canard restaurant.' There was a telephone number written underneath the name.

Seto sighed. 'Does this man think I do nothing all day, that I have time to watch a play. Really. If I'm not there, Kaiba Corp. will… will…' Fall to pieces? How melodramatic, observed a little voice in Kaiba's mind.

'Okay, that was a bit… excessive.' The idea began to take root. 'Yes… Mokie can handle the company for one night, for heavens sakes. Like he said, I need a holiday.'

Feeling slightly amused at his own silly arguments, Kaiba lay down again, and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

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