A/N – I forgot to mention that this is the main story I mentioned in Dancing Queen. For those who have not read DQ don't worry it was about Malik trying to seduce Mahaado, so you're missing nothing of the plot. Just thought I would clear that up.

Despite his long night the day before Yami woke early the next morning; his busy schedule as an actor forced him to develop a routine of as little sleep as possible. Nevertheless for the first time in years Yami felt alert and well rested upon waking up in the large bed in his hotel room.

After a quick shower, Yami dresses casually in worn jeans; he didn't want people to recognize him and began rethinking his plan of staying at a ritzy hotel. He hoped that everyone would just assume he was a spoiled son of a wealthy businessman and not a famous actor.

After taking a few moments to gather his personal items, Yami headed out to explore Domino City and marveled at the place; Japan was like nothing he was use to with it's bright lights, huge television screens everywhere, masses of people and most importantly he could walk about without being recognize.

Walking down the street through the throng of Japanese men and women, Yami sought out a bank. He knew he needed to get his currency exchanged to yen before he did anything.

"Yugi!" a female voice called out behind him but Yami paid no attention to it until a hand clamped down upon his shoulder; the same voice then began scolding him in Japanese.

Turning around, Yami looked at the young girl with short brown hair. She blushed when she saw Yami's face. "Gomen," she said while bowing.

Yami racked his brain to how to say 'I don't speak Japanese' as the girl continued to apologize. "No, Japanese," he tried and the girl smiled at him.

"American?"

Yami nodded his head. "Hai."

"You're lucky," the girl said winking at him. "I'm majoring in English as a Second Language. My minor is Dance and hope to move to New York one day."

"New York is a beautiful city."

The girl nodded her head. "My parents took me on a trip there once and fell in love. I'm Anzu by the way," she said giving him another bow.

"Atemu," he replied mimicking her bow. He knew that bowing was customary in Japan.

"I'm sorry about before Atemu-san. I thought you were my friend Yugi. We're students at Domino University and I knew he had a class this morning and was going to yell at him for skipping again. Anyway, sorry about the confusion."

"It's not a problem," Yami told her with a shake of his head. "Mistakes happen all the time…hey do you know a place where I can exchange my money into yen? This trip was last minute and I didn't have time to get any before I left."

Anzu smiled and pointed to a large building with the initials 'KC' on it.

"KC?" Yami asked giving her a look; he remembered the initials KC from the night before. "Kaiba Corporation?"

Anzu gave a small laugh. "Kaiba-kun will be pleased. You just got here and already you know about Kaiba Corporation."

"Does Kaiba Corporation own everything in this city?"

"Pretty much. Kaiba-kun does a lot for this city. He grew up here and wanted to make a difference."

"Must be a nice guy."

Anzu nodded. "He is…but demands hard work from his employees; no slacking off. He's also pretty recluse, spending what little free time he has with his younger brother."

"No family?"

The brunette shook her head. "The Kaiba brothers were adopted when they were kids by Kaiba Gozaburo. After his death, Seto-sama took over the company and made it what it is today." Anzu looked at her watch. "It was nice talking to you Atemu-san but I really need to get to campus." She handed him a slip of paper. "This is my cell phone number. If you ever need anything, give me a call."

Yami stared down at the slip of paper. "Thank you."

With a wave of her hand Anzu ran off and Yami sighed with relief; he had been sure that a young female would have recognized him as Yami Mutou, Oscar award winning actor. Since she had no clue he had felt an ease he hadn't felt in a long time.

Yami quickly exchanged his money into yen and headed on his way continuing his walk. It was a refreshing change to be able to walk down the street without people bothering him for pictures and autographs or people whispering quietly to their friends. Yami loved that fans appreciated his work but they seemed to easily forget that he was a human being just like them.

The ground shook and Yami stumbled to stay on his feet. He was used to earthquakes having grown up in Southern California but the quakes he was used to weren't normally that violent.

Strong arms latched onto Yami helping him stay up right and gradually the rumbling stopped. "Thanks," he automatically replied forgetting he should be using the little Japanese he knew.

Yami was about to correct himself but there was no need too. "You're welcome," came the smooth reply in accented English.

Turning around Yami stared up into the handsome face of a man with short brown hair; he also had piercing ocean blue eyes, which hypnotized Yami. "Hi, I'm Yami," he said forgetting about using his real name.

"Seto."

Seto was dressed in a crisp white suit and Yami figured he must be a businessman despite the fact the brunet appeared no older than himself.

"Well thank you again for helping me, Seto."

The pair began walking down the sidewalk as they continued to talk.

"It was nothing. Have you been here long?"

Yami shook his head. "I just got here late last night. This trip was pretty impulsive so I'm only wandering around right now."

"Where are you from?" Seto asked him. "Your accent is American but you don't look it. You actually look like someone I went to High School with."

Yami laughed. "Let me guess…Yugi?"

Seto's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing again. "That's right. How did you know? Are you related to him?"

"No, I have no known relatives here. A girl…Anzu…stopped me on the street thinking I was him."

Seto snorted. "I pity you. She can be annoying at times."

"Oh? You know her?"

"Unfortunately. She was also at that High School. She was big on friendship and wouldn't leave me alone."

"What's wrong with friendship?"

Seto shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. When you grow up rich most 'friends' are just trying to use you."

'If you only knew…' Yami thought to himself. "Ah…To answer you're other question, I'm half Egyptian, half Japanese. As you correctly guessed, I'm from America; I grew up there after my parents left Egypt."

"So you've been here before then?"

Yami shook his head. "This is my first trip. My father doesn't really talk about his native country. He'll flip if he finds out I came here."

"If he's like that, why did you come here?"

Yami shrugged. "I needed a vacation. I considered Egypt but my parents are on vacation in Cairo right now. My mother would just baby me the entire time."

"A parental love can often come across as a nuisance."

"True. But they are only want the best for us."

"Hn. I guess." Seto paused in his steps and turned to look at Yami. "It was nice talking to you but I really need to get back to work."

"Ah, okay," Yami replied with a bright smile on his face. "It was nice talking to you too…could we talk some more later…"

Seto smiled at him and Yami's heart soared; the brunet had a nice smile. "What hotel are you staying at?"

"The Kaiba Hotel."

Seto's grin grew brighter. "I know that place. There's a nice coffee shop across the street. I'll meet you there at 8pm."

"Alright," Yami replied with a nod of his head. The pair waved goodbye as Seto headed down another street. If Yami had been paying attention during their walk he would have noticed the black limo following them the entire way. As soon as Seto was out of sight, the limo stopped next to him and he slipped into the back.

Yami laid stretched out on his back on the hotel bed as he listened to the phone ring on the other end. After spending a full day of wandering around Domino City, Yami wanted to check in on things at home before heading out to meet Seto for coffee.

"Hello?"

"Hey Malik."

"Ooooo….you gonna tell me where you are now?" Yami could easily hear the excitement in his friend's voice and laughed.

"I'm in Japan."

"Can I come? I always wanted to visit!"

"Not right now Malik. I need you there. I need the press to keep on thinking that I'm going to be home. If you leave then they'll know something is up."

Yami could practically see the pout on the blonde's face. "Oh all right. But you better bring me back a present. I like all types of men so I'm not picky in what you bring me."

Yami laughed. "Slut. I'm here for a vacation, not pick up guys for you. Besides I thought you were interested in Mahaado."

"I am! I'm getting ready for the cutie right now."

"So sorry for keeping you then."

"Nah, it's not a problem, I'm a multi-tasker. Although I must say you sound happier now…refreshed."

Yami grinned. "I had a good first day in Japan. I met someone…"

"Oooooh! Tellllll meee!" Malik excitedly begged.

"His name is Seto and he's really sweet. I'm meeting him again for coffee in an hour."

"Why the hell are you not getting ready!" Malik yelled. "Wear those leather pants of yours with the flames on them and match it with a red mesh shirt because the color brings your eyes nicely. You'll get in his bed for sure!"

"You're not my fashion consultant," Yami grumbled. "And who says I want to end up his bed?"

"Take my expert advice Yami, you need to find someone. I'm the only person you've been with in the past three years and although I do enjoy your company I know that's not what you're looking for."

Yami sighed. "Malik, I just met the guy. I really know nothing about him. I'm just going out for coffee with him."

"I'll remember to tell the cutie Mahaado to arrange a trip to Canada for the two of you in the near future so you can marry."

"Malik!"

"Oops, look at the time! I gotta go and finished getting ready! Ta!"

"Malik! You better not hang-"

Yami sighed as Malik did indeed hang up on him. He loved Malik dearly as a friend but sometimes the blond Egyptian got on his nerves. 'This is not a date!'

Yami showered quickly and then wondered what he was going to wear. Although it wasn't a date, he did want to look nice.

Yami's mind wandered back to what Malik had said. He did like those leather pants that Malik suggested. They were black leather with crimson flames shooting up the right pant leg and fortunately enough they were part of the luggage Yami had brought with him to Japan.

Finding the pants and pulling them on, Yami wondered what to wear with them and again his thoughts drifted back to what Malik had suggested. Finding the sleeveless crimson mesh shirt, Yami pulled it on and looked at himself in the full-length mirror.

"I look like a slut," he grumbled to himself.

Unfortunately for Yami there was no time to change, Seto was meeting him across the street in five minutes. Checking to make sure his eyeliner and hair were perfect, Yami hurried out of his room and down the two levels until he reached the ground floor. Racing across the busy street Yami walked inside the coffee shop and looked around for Seto; he found the tall brunet sitting at a corner table; busy, typing away on his laptop.

Avoiding the looks he was getting, Yami strolled over to Seto and sat down opposite him. "You're late," Seto replied before taking his eyes from the screen to look at Yami; his eyes grew wide when he saw what the adopted American was wearing. "Nice outfit."

Yami blushed. "Malik picked it out and would be mad if I didn't wear it."

Seto raised an eyebrow, while his face remained cold and impassionate. "I thought you were alone here."

"I am," Yami replied with a small smile upon his face before rolling his eyes. "Malik is a friend from back home. He insisted I dress like this in an attempt to impress you. He has a six sense and would know if I wore something else; I would then have to deal with him pouting for months after I got home."

Finally Seto smiled as well. "He was right. I am impressed."

"I'm glad…so…what were you working on when I got here?"

"Just some boring business stuff."

"What do you do?"

"This and that…what about you?"

Yami threw him a sexy smirk. "This and that."

"So where are you from?" Seto asked trying again. "I know you're from America."

"California. LA to be exact."

"So you're an actor?"

Yami choked on the coffee he was drinking. "What makes you say that?"

"Well…isn't everyone in LA actors or waiters? You don't seem like a waiter…I doubt one could be able to afford to stay at the hotel across the street on a waiter's salary nor could you take a vacation on a whim like you did."

"Can we change the subject?" Yami asked with a strained voice.

"I'm sorry," Seto replied taking a sip of his own drink. "I didn't mean to seem so forward. I didn't know it was a touchy subject for you."

Yami took a deep breath; Seto didn't seem like the psycho stalker type and Yami got a feeling that the handsome brunet had secrets of his own. "You were right; I act."

Seto smirked. "I am a genius after all."

"I'm Yami Mutou."

Seto raised an eyebrow at the name. "So you are related to Yugi."

Yami blinked; he had forgotten about the person he supposedly looked like. "No, I never met any Yugi."

"You do have this uncanny resemblance to him and share the same name…" Seto mused before shaking his head and changing the subject. "So you're famous I gather."

"Yeah…I'm Yami Mutou…"

Seto shook his head. "Never heard of you; and I've spent a lot of time in America over the years on business."

Yami couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But I've won two Oscars!"

"Congratulations."

Yami laughed. "I never thought I'd meet something like you."

"I'm more into business," Seto replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"So you want to own your own company one day or something like that?"

Seto smirked at him. "I already own my own company. I'm Kaiba Seto and I do hope you're enjoying your stay in my hotel…"

Yami's jaw dropped. "But I thought you'd be old or something! How did someone so young get his own company?"

"My father committed suicide."

"I'm sorry."

Seto shrugged his shoulders. "Gozaburo was a bastard anyway, who only wanted an heir to carry on his weapons construction. We didn't see eye to eye and there was a hostel takeover of Kaiba Corporation. My father then threw himself out of a window; I was sixteen at the time."

"Wow."

Again Seto shrugged his shoulders. "I did what I had to do to survive. I'm sure you'd do the same. It must be difficult being an openly gay actor in Hollywood."

"Umm…"

"You are gay aren't you?"

Yami nodded his head. "Yes but I'm not openly gay."

"Oh. I'm beginning to see why you needed to get away."

"You can't tell anyone!" Yami hissed as uneasiness washed over him. He was beginning to wonder if he was wrong about the brunet.

"And just who would I tell?" Seto inquired, slightly insulted. "I have more then enough money so I certainly don't have to go running off to the American press to sell my story. I've told you before that the rich do not have friends for they can't trust anyone. My business associates certainly wouldn't care about some rumors of an American actor."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not use to trusting people," Yami admitted as he hung his head. "Before you only three people outside my family knew; friends I have grown up with and knew I was gay since I was a teenager. My career will be ruined if people knew."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"Thank you."

"Enough talk," Seto declared standing up. "It's getting late and we have a busy today tomorrow."

"Huh? We?" Yami wondered standing up as well.

"I expect you back here at 9am so that I can give you a personal tour."

A bright smile crossed Yami's face. "Thank you Seto!"

The pair said their goodbyes and Yami headed back across the street to his hotel while Seto entered his limo, which quickly drove off. Yami's heart was still soaring a few minutes later as he stripped off his clothes and fell into a peaceful sleep.