Here we are... chapter two already!

Man... I'm HUNGREEEEEEEEEE! -sigh- It's Ta'anit Ester or the Fast of Ester today, and I haven't eaten since I woke up. It's 6:05PM now, to give you an idea. Well, tomorrow's Purim, so that's cool. I'm dressing up as Luna Lovegood. Tried to get radish earrings but couldn't find, so I have RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS hanging from me ears! -snort-

Okay, I'll stop rambling on. I'm rather excited. I LOVE Purim!

Disclaimer: Don't own YuGiOh!

I'd like to wish all Jewish a Purim Sameach! (that's a Happy Purim!)

Look at the 1st chapter for the summery. Goodness knows I ain't gonna write it out AGAIN!

Seto Kaiba stared at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't look anything like himself – which was probably just as well, seeing that he was in disguise. He just hadn't realised how utterly different a little clothes and make-up could make him.

He wore a platinum blonde wig, which reached down to the middle of his back in a style reminiscent of the one that Bakura kid who hung around with the geek-squad had. Right now it was tied back in a loose ponytail. His fringe hung down over his eyes, almost obscuring them. He could see out, but nobody could see in. This thought brought a small smile to his face. Maybe he should use this wig more often. Not the pants, though. He pulled uncomfortably on the waist of his low-slung jeans. These ridiculous pants were almost falling off they were so low. He scowled. He much preferred normal pants, thank you very much. At least they weren't covered in holes and a few well-placed rips. The black t-shirt wasn't so bad, although wearing the thick green GAP hooded jersey at this time of year was pure insanity.

There was a tap on the door.

"Enter."

A tall muscular man entered the room, dressed in a smart suit and tie. He fingered the sunglasses in his left hand longingly, as though he felt unprotected without the cover they provided. "Are you ready, sir?"

"Yes." Kaiba took one last look at himself in the mirror and grabbed his cell-phone and iPod from his desk. The iPod was not the slim light blue affair that Seto had gotten Mokuba for his birthday. It was thicker, and the cover was covered in jungle-style leaves. There were no songs on the iPod – it was only part of a disguise, after all. "Let's go."

The suited man stood back to allow Kaiba to exit the room before him, then followed him out, closing the door behind him with a quiet 'click'.

Elegance stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown tresses were swept back into a bun, leaving only a few strands to curl around her face. Her purple eyes were rimmed with black, and mascara'd, to make them stand out against the sparkling purple eye shadow that decorated her eyelid. She carefully applied a coat of thick, smooth lip-gloss to her light lavender lips, and scowled at her reflection. Then, with a contemptuous flick of her head, she turned away from it.

I hate this… but what else is there for me? I can't do anything else. Worthless. She sighed and began to add the finishing touches to her costume. She would be on, soon.

The car motored smoothly down the road. The bodyguard tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel, uncomfortable with what his boss had instructed him to do.

Kaiba sat staring moodily out of the window, trying to get into character. How did normal teenagers act? He cast his mind to those he knew.

Not Yugi… I wouldn't be able to sustain being nice to everyone for so long. The mutt? Well, even if he is an idiot, he's all I've got to work with. I'll just base my character on him. No need to adopt his swollen head and idiocy.

Kaiba watched the city go by with unseeing eyes as he built a whole new character for himself in his head. No one would ever even suspect that it was he; he would make sure of that.

"We're here, si – I mean…" The bodyguard floundered. His employer had instructed him to treat him as a son for the disguise, but he only had daughters of his own – the only bodyguard with children on the Kaiba workforce, as it happened – and he had no idea what to even call Mr. Kaiba, never mind how to treat him.

"Kisho," filled in Seto, saying the first name that came to mind.

"Right… um, Kisho, we're here." The bodyguard placed the name Kisho under the heading of 'titles' in his mind, and breathed easier. "Let's go!"

Seto climbed out of the car and looked around. "Are you sure this is it?"

The bodyguard looked nervously from the shabby, dirty run-down buildings around them to the piece of paper clutched in his hand. "Yes, s – Kisho."

Seto's eyes narrowed, but he shrugged. Anything was possible. "So, let's go in. No point standing here like some lost sheep."

"Right… Come on, Kisho."

Seto slouched after the bodyguard, trying to get into character.

"Bringin' the boy, eh?" asked the tall, muscular man at the door.

"Yup," replied the bodyguard, lapsing into a mirror image of the bouncer's rough speech. The two men were instantly at ease with each other, as they towered over everyone else.

"Should be good. New broad on tonight."

"Really. Should be worth a – "

"Father," interrupted Seto, loath to use the word dad. "Are you going to spend the whole night talking or are we actually going to go in?"

"This the brat, eh?" The bouncer sized Seto up. "Takes after you in height, I see. Name of?"

"Kisho," growled Seto.

"We'd better go in," said the bodyguard quickly.

"About time!" complained Seto, following the man past the bouncer.

Once inside, he looked around. "An eat-while-you-watch affair," he mused, taking in the tables set in a semi-cicle around the stage.

The bodyguard hustled him to a booth at the back and pushed him down.

"Do you mind?" snapped Seto as the man slid into the seat opposite him.

"Well, if I treat you as my boss, people will think it's a bit strange. I'm a big guy, so I'm playing to the stereotype." The bodyguard shrugged. "I've done this jive before."

"Fascinating," sneered Seto, rolling his eyes.

"What can I get you?" asked a woman. Seto stared at her from under his fringe. She wore a tight waitress outfit that shimmered in the low lighting and showed more cleavage than Seto would have ever cared to see. She noticed him and grinned. "Wotcher, mate!"

"What did you say?"

The waitress laughed, a loud coarse guffaw that made Seto cringe. "It means hello. Kids!" She looked over at the bodyguard. "What can I do you for?"

"A beer for me… and a water for him."

"Water?"

"Yes, water." The bodyguard hid a grin with immense difficulty. He'd pay for it later, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. "I want to keep an eye on you, sonny."

"You'll needmore thanoneif you want to be any good," muttered Seto.

"We'll see. That's a water, then."

"Right-o." The waitress clattered away on her high-heeled sparkly slipslops, humming.

The lights dimmed. The bodyguard looked around, and then suddenly a look of recognition dawned on his face, followed swiftly by a look of sheer panic.

"I think it's starting," commented Seto, swivelling towards the stage.

"Kisho – we have to go!" whispered the bodyguard, leaning forward. "Mr. Kaiba – now!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" growled Seto. "What's the problem?"

"This is… sir… this is the wrong – "

Cliffhanger! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

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ciao!