It was Friday. To everyone else, it was a regular day before the weekend.
It was slightly overcast, but not bad. Guys and girls crowded out of Domino
High as the bell was ringing. Everyone had some kind of paper to write over
the weekend. The teachers seemed to try and ruin their weekend with work.
They must have known 'The Fast and the Furious' was coming to Japan.
Fortunately, none of this seemed to register in Seto Kaiba's mind. He had spent 3 hours talking on the phone last night to Jesse. He had his computer find her number and he made sure to block anything like a caller ID. 3 hours talking about nothing at all. Things like their favorite candy, favorite seasons, favorite sports and favorite singers. With little prodding and begging, she managed to get him to sing a little of 'Beautiful Alone' to her. Not that he minded. He thought he had a great voice and if he didn't he would have gotten lessons.
He was looking forward to the date he had on Saturday. He wouldn't mind seeing this American girl more often. She was a nice break from the normal girls he met. All those clients daughters and sisters and mothers and the girls at school that followed him around. This gaijin was fun to hang around with.
As he walked into his mansion, he began to wonder what he was going to do about his appearance. The theater was dark, so he'd just wear shades in there. But getting in there was another chore. He didn't know what to do about that.
The people in the lobby of the theater would probably recognize him. So meant he had to make some changes about his appearance. Not exactly sure what to do to change the way he wanted to look, he went to pick up the telephone and dial a number.
" Moshi-moshi?" A female voice answered.
" You're learning." He said smiling.
" 'Ey Aleron! Whot's up?" Jesse said.
" I've got a problem." He said.
" Problem? Do tell." She said.
" I've got to take out an American Bishojo-"
" Whot's 'bishowjoaw'?" She cut in.
"-it's 'bishojo' and it's Beautiful girl, chere. But I don't know wha to wear. I haven't had a lot of time to date to tell you the truth." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
" Neither 'ave Ah. Wear whot ya feel comfortable in Aleron. Whoteva makes ya happy hun." She said.
" You're a lifesaver chere. Merci." He said.
" Hey, it's whot Ah do." She said smugly.
" Where do you live Jesse?" He asked.
" Ah live in American harlem." She said.
" That's a rough neighborhood chere. Why don't you live somewhere else?" He asked.
" Ah can't live anywherre else. It's home ta me. Ah live in the Red Ribbon Fields; Number 49." She said.
" I miss you already." He said.
" Yer sweet. But since ya miss me so much, why don't ya tell mae about yer day? Would that help?" She asked.
" You sure you want that? My day sucks." He said scratching his head.
" No worries Aleron. If ya can't tell yer favorite convo partner, who can ya tell?" She said.
" Alright, it started out normally, but then everyday does..."
****************
Last night had been fun. Once again, Seto and Jesse had been talking until the sun came up. He didn't recall talking to Yugi and his crew that much. But he loved talking to Jesse. She was an interesting person.
Now he was standing in front of the apartment in which Jesse lived. He was dressed in some black parachute pants and a gray muscle shirt. A silver chain was around his neck and he wore some shades. He didn't want to be noticed and she did tell him to dress like he wanted.
" Let's see... it was number 49 I think." He mused to himself; searching the panel for the right number.
He pressed the button and waited for Jesse's reply. He leaned against the doorway and lit a cigarette. Admittedly, it was a bad habit, but he picked it up when he was stressing over things.
" Aleron?" Jesse's voice came through the intercom.
" Bonjour chere." He said.
" Ah'm comin'. Just give me a minute." She said.
" Take your time." He said.
He didn't wait long until Jesse came out. She opened the wood door, then the screen door. She was in a baby-blue tee and a black skirt. Her shoes were the same black and white cowboy boots. And she was still wearing her black cowgirl hat.
" Whoa!" She cried; waving away the smoke.
" Desole chere. You don't like smoke?" He asked, putting it out.
" Ah'm allergic ta it. Ah can't stand tha smell." She said.
" Alright. I just won't smoke around you. It's a bad habit anyway." He said.
" Are you ready?" She asked.
" Oui. Let's go." He said.
*******************
Seto had been careful not to come in the limo but in one of his other cars. He just hoped Jesse wasn't a car fanatic and knew about them. She didn't say anything the whole way there, so he guessed not.
As they arrived at the movie theater, Seto began to feel very crowded. There were so many people there. Some with cameras to see all the stars that would come to the premier. He could only hope his disguise worked and he wasn't recognized.
Jesse on the other hand was completely loose about the situation. She wanted to see the stars, but Seto promised her he'd get her any of their autographs later just to keep her going into the crowd.
They made their way in before all the fanatics and some of the stars got in. Seto just flashed his ID and easily got through. Jesse had no idea how he could afford the tickets or how he could get in before the stars but he did. He was thankful she didn't ask.
As they were watching the movie, Seto's cell phone rang. He didn't want to risk bowing his carefully crafted cover, so he promised Jesse he'd be back and went to the lobby to answer his phone.
" What?!" He snapped.
" Kaiba-san?" A nameless worker said nervously.
" Make it quick or it's your job." He said.
" Umm.. You had a meeting today sir. Your client is here waiting." He said.
" That 'Myers' guy?" He asked.
" Yes sir." He said.
" Then tell him to sod off, I never liked him and he's a leech. Don't call me anymore tonight, got that?" He said.
" Yes sir. Goodbye sir." He said.
***************
Seto shut his cell phone and walked back towards the theater. He had enjoyed this night so far and no business was going to bug him and no sniveling underling was going to get in his way either.
But when he walked in and went to look for Jesse. Something else got into his way. Someone he didn't can't on. Someone he was beginning to hate more and more as he watched him converse with his date. Someone named:
" Joey."
Fortunately, none of this seemed to register in Seto Kaiba's mind. He had spent 3 hours talking on the phone last night to Jesse. He had his computer find her number and he made sure to block anything like a caller ID. 3 hours talking about nothing at all. Things like their favorite candy, favorite seasons, favorite sports and favorite singers. With little prodding and begging, she managed to get him to sing a little of 'Beautiful Alone' to her. Not that he minded. He thought he had a great voice and if he didn't he would have gotten lessons.
He was looking forward to the date he had on Saturday. He wouldn't mind seeing this American girl more often. She was a nice break from the normal girls he met. All those clients daughters and sisters and mothers and the girls at school that followed him around. This gaijin was fun to hang around with.
As he walked into his mansion, he began to wonder what he was going to do about his appearance. The theater was dark, so he'd just wear shades in there. But getting in there was another chore. He didn't know what to do about that.
The people in the lobby of the theater would probably recognize him. So meant he had to make some changes about his appearance. Not exactly sure what to do to change the way he wanted to look, he went to pick up the telephone and dial a number.
" Moshi-moshi?" A female voice answered.
" You're learning." He said smiling.
" 'Ey Aleron! Whot's up?" Jesse said.
" I've got a problem." He said.
" Problem? Do tell." She said.
" I've got to take out an American Bishojo-"
" Whot's 'bishowjoaw'?" She cut in.
"-it's 'bishojo' and it's Beautiful girl, chere. But I don't know wha to wear. I haven't had a lot of time to date to tell you the truth." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
" Neither 'ave Ah. Wear whot ya feel comfortable in Aleron. Whoteva makes ya happy hun." She said.
" You're a lifesaver chere. Merci." He said.
" Hey, it's whot Ah do." She said smugly.
" Where do you live Jesse?" He asked.
" Ah live in American harlem." She said.
" That's a rough neighborhood chere. Why don't you live somewhere else?" He asked.
" Ah can't live anywherre else. It's home ta me. Ah live in the Red Ribbon Fields; Number 49." She said.
" I miss you already." He said.
" Yer sweet. But since ya miss me so much, why don't ya tell mae about yer day? Would that help?" She asked.
" You sure you want that? My day sucks." He said scratching his head.
" No worries Aleron. If ya can't tell yer favorite convo partner, who can ya tell?" She said.
" Alright, it started out normally, but then everyday does..."
****************
Last night had been fun. Once again, Seto and Jesse had been talking until the sun came up. He didn't recall talking to Yugi and his crew that much. But he loved talking to Jesse. She was an interesting person.
Now he was standing in front of the apartment in which Jesse lived. He was dressed in some black parachute pants and a gray muscle shirt. A silver chain was around his neck and he wore some shades. He didn't want to be noticed and she did tell him to dress like he wanted.
" Let's see... it was number 49 I think." He mused to himself; searching the panel for the right number.
He pressed the button and waited for Jesse's reply. He leaned against the doorway and lit a cigarette. Admittedly, it was a bad habit, but he picked it up when he was stressing over things.
" Aleron?" Jesse's voice came through the intercom.
" Bonjour chere." He said.
" Ah'm comin'. Just give me a minute." She said.
" Take your time." He said.
He didn't wait long until Jesse came out. She opened the wood door, then the screen door. She was in a baby-blue tee and a black skirt. Her shoes were the same black and white cowboy boots. And she was still wearing her black cowgirl hat.
" Whoa!" She cried; waving away the smoke.
" Desole chere. You don't like smoke?" He asked, putting it out.
" Ah'm allergic ta it. Ah can't stand tha smell." She said.
" Alright. I just won't smoke around you. It's a bad habit anyway." He said.
" Are you ready?" She asked.
" Oui. Let's go." He said.
*******************
Seto had been careful not to come in the limo but in one of his other cars. He just hoped Jesse wasn't a car fanatic and knew about them. She didn't say anything the whole way there, so he guessed not.
As they arrived at the movie theater, Seto began to feel very crowded. There were so many people there. Some with cameras to see all the stars that would come to the premier. He could only hope his disguise worked and he wasn't recognized.
Jesse on the other hand was completely loose about the situation. She wanted to see the stars, but Seto promised her he'd get her any of their autographs later just to keep her going into the crowd.
They made their way in before all the fanatics and some of the stars got in. Seto just flashed his ID and easily got through. Jesse had no idea how he could afford the tickets or how he could get in before the stars but he did. He was thankful she didn't ask.
As they were watching the movie, Seto's cell phone rang. He didn't want to risk bowing his carefully crafted cover, so he promised Jesse he'd be back and went to the lobby to answer his phone.
" What?!" He snapped.
" Kaiba-san?" A nameless worker said nervously.
" Make it quick or it's your job." He said.
" Umm.. You had a meeting today sir. Your client is here waiting." He said.
" That 'Myers' guy?" He asked.
" Yes sir." He said.
" Then tell him to sod off, I never liked him and he's a leech. Don't call me anymore tonight, got that?" He said.
" Yes sir. Goodbye sir." He said.
***************
Seto shut his cell phone and walked back towards the theater. He had enjoyed this night so far and no business was going to bug him and no sniveling underling was going to get in his way either.
But when he walked in and went to look for Jesse. Something else got into his way. Someone he didn't can't on. Someone he was beginning to hate more and more as he watched him converse with his date. Someone named:
" Joey."