Callbacks.

Callbacks were the worst. I hated the anticipation, the anxiety, the absolute ignorance to how others really felt.

I have been trying to get a job in the fame industry, trying to make myself known, trying to put my name out there. I was already a popular face in the duelling scene, I just needed to move a rank up, to actor. That's what I've wanted to be for years now. I knew that I had the skill, I had been in drama all years of highschool, my grade perpetually an A+, never once wavering. My acting skills were on point, and I knew this. I had the looks and the skill, all I needed were connections. Connections that I didn't seem to have. At this point in time, I didn't even have an agent. At this point in time, my only connection was a sixteen year old girl with a douche of an elder brother.

Kaiba Mokuba. She was a saint. In the past she had somehow convinced her brother to allow me to be the face of several of their ads, despite their ability to get the faces of well known models and duelists. He could have gotten Yug' to be his face, but he settled for a third rate duelist like myself.

As far as Mokuba's powers went, she couldn't get me a role in any commercials outside her brothers business, she couldn't get my face to be an extra in movies, she couldn't get me any roles outside of Kaiba Corporation.

This much wasn't good for me. I couldn't just exclusively work for that company, they paid well and all, but they would get me nowhere near my dreams. I needed someone with more power, someone with more influence over people. It wasn't that I wasn't thankful to Mokuba, I was, she was the only reason my dad and I still live in our apartment, she's the only reason we're not on the streets. I was as thankful as I could have possibly been, but it wasn't enough for me. Call me greedy, but I needed to be in the spotlight, I wanted to star in movies, I wanted to be fawned over, I wanted ot be famous. I, Jounouchi Katsuya, wanted to be an actor.

The day that call came was one filled to the brim with the worst of luck. I had been working my part time job, and it seemed everyone had a bone to pick with me, it seemed I couldn't get anyones orders exactly right. Either too creamy or too stale. Too hot or too cold, it seemed I couldn't even make coffee right.

To top that off Kaiba walked in, complained about his coffee, as everyone else did, and proceeded to sit in the back of the cafe for hours, glaring at me every now and then. This wasn't all that uncommon, he came here often, as this was the closest coffee shop to Kaiba Corp, I just found it hard to work when he glared at me like that. I couldn't decipher what I had done to him, but obviously something I did had upset him.

Eventually the day ended, eventually I was let off work, and eventually, I got my callback.

I didn't make the role. I just didn't have the connections they said, I just wasn't good enough, I just wasn't what they were looking for. It was impossible for a fresh new actor to get any role in this business without representation, it was impossible to get representation without some experience. This business made it impossible for new people to get in.

However, once I got that call, once I was let down once more, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Someone, in the middle of this busy cafe, had decided to interrupt my self-loathing, for whatever fucking reason, and I only had one guess as to who it might be. Kaiba Seto.

I turned to find him standing there, face lax, not an ounce of emotion to be found there. Just as the usual I'd suppose. He didn't seem to be all that sympathetic to my cause, didn't seem to care about my most recent rejection, which I didn't doubt he had listened in on.

Yet he did offer condolences, a kind gesture, one I had not been expecting. He didn't stop there however, he continued to speak even after trying to bring me up from my low.

"Of course, we both know why they rejected you."

It seemed to me that he was going to insult me, say that I didn't have the skills to work in the industry without pulling some kind of favour from his little sister, but that wasn't what he said.

"You're a nobody, they won't hire someone without a rep."

We were on the same page here. Why he was bringing this up was beyond me, but that wonder would not remain for very long.

"You're in luck, for some reason my sister likes you, she's convinced me to lend my aid. I'll serve as your agent from this point forward."

Did he even have any experience in the field? Did he even know what the job entailed? I doubted it, but I wouldn't be the one to tell him that he'd need to actually put effort into it, he could figure that out for himself, when it was already too late to back out.

Kaiba would regret this, that I knew, he'd bitch about it to his sister, but he wouldn't do anything, to back out would be to admit defeat, it was already too late now. He'd just have to deal with this shitty decision.

However, despite myself, I couldn't let such a gesture go without reward. I had some manners, and when someone went out of their way to help me? When that someone was a busy fucker with no real spare time? I had to at least thank him.

I did so by placing both my hands over his cheeks, pressing a quick, shitty kiss to his rather moist lips. I was pulling back seconds later, a smile spreading from ear to ear.

"You're my saviour, Dragonfucker."