A?N: Ok, so this is another beginner of the real mystery. Hope you like it, and I hope my French is still good!

Seto Kaiba sighed heavily into his laptop as he tried so hard to concentrate on. His little brother, Mokuba, had been keeping him from work since the moment he came home. The raven haired preteen was trying to convince his brother, to beg, to plead, to wish for a sleepover for him and his friends. As much as Seto dislikes more than one small child running around the house high on sugar and soda, imagining a group of Mokuba's friends over in the same room was worse than feeding coke and pop rocks to a fish. Both consequences were disaster, one fishier than the other. He sighed again and yelled over his brother's yelling.

"Ok! Ok! Fine!" He had silenced his brother for one glorious moment, "You can have your stupid sleepover…" He knew he would regret those words ever since they formed in his brain.

"YAY! Thanks Seto! You're the BEST big brother EVER!" Mokuba cried, hugging his brother tightly, squeezing as hard as he could.

"Who exactly will you be bouncing off the walls with?" Kaiba asked after regaining proper breathing.

"Oh, you know, Yugi, and Tristan, and Joey, and maybe Duke, I dunno, and some boys from school!"

"What? Oh no no no, I refuse to have my own rival sleep in the same vicinity as me." Seto replied firmly.

"Aw, please?" Mokie gave a big, teary eyed pout right in his brother's face.

Sneering, Seto gave in and Mokuba's joyful shout rang through his ears, worsening his headache. Rubbing his temples, Kaiba turned back to his computer and continued working on his new project in filing. He did, however, eventually grow bored and disinterested, which was normal for any ordinary teenager. But Seto Kaiba was no ordinary teenager, so he decided instead to chat a little for a few minutes until he felt better. He clicked on his startup icon and pulled up his buddy list. Like so many other people, Seto Kaiba preferred to use AIM, which made it less obvious of his true personality. He hated getting ridiculous e-mails from wannabe fan girls, so he stuck to a low profile identity.

Looking up at the chat room he had opened, encompassing Domino City in general, he watched rapid IMs flash on screen. Mostly everyone was talking about Duel Monsters, which was predicable of course. Seto scrolled around trying to find another topic when an IM by one named ArtCat asked if there were any Blue Eyes fans in a bit of poor English. Seto knew English for one, and was rather interested in a fellow worshipper of his favorite card. He clicked on the screen name to open a private IM.

BEWDrocks: Hello.
ArtCat: bonjour?
BEWDrocks: Do you speak much English?
ArtCat: pas vraiment…

Kaiba opened an internet window and searched for one of the online translators and typed in her comment. He could use this if all else failed.

BEWDrocks: Can you understand English or Japanese?
ArtCat: oui.
ArtCat: i can understand. correct?

BEWDrocks: Yeah. You're a Blue Eyes fan?
ArtCat: oui, vous trop, votre écran nom?

Kaiba hastily typed in her words to the translator to get what she said. His French was was too dusty to try to translate himself.

BEWDrocks: Right. You live in Domino?

ArtCat: visit? I visit? correct?

BEWDrocks: So, you're a tourist or just a visitor?
ArtCat: visitor, oui.

Kaiba became so absorbed in this online conversation, he forgot to quit after a few minutes and go back to his work. He kept talking to this French speaking Blue Eyes fan for quite some time, well into late hours.

ArtCat: sommeil?

BEWDrocks: You're tired?
ArtCat: oui. sommeil?

BEWDrocks: Yeah, sure. Ttyl?
ArtCat: oui. bonne nuit.
BEWDrocks?
ArtCat: good night?
BEWDrocks: Oh, bonne nuit.

Kaida stretched and leaned back in his chair, looking to the clock. The numbers read to be almost midnight. He got up sluggishly and decided to go to bed as well, so he could at least get a good night's rest. He closed his laptop right after adding the screen name ArtCat to his buddy list and went to bed.