A new chapter! Sorry it took so long, but at least it's here, right? -grin-

Enjoy...

PLEASE NOTE: THERE IS LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, yadda yadda, you know the drill!

"Mr. Kaiba? Mr. Kaiba, I'm so sorry! It was an innocent mistake, I never meant to – "

"Shut up," snapped Seto. "You'll compromise our cover." He stared moodily at the stage where Elegance had been.

"Yes, uh, son."

Seto bit off a sharp retort as the memory of whom he was supposed to be rose up through the haze in his mind.

"Hey, boys… drink up! You enjoy the show?"

"Uh, yes… thanks." The bodyguard accepted his drink and smiled. The waitress smiled back, her very white teeth glinting in the dim light.

Seto raised an eyebrow behind his fringe.

The waitress pursed her lips. "It's a tough life, I gotta say it."

Rolling his eyes behind his blonde fringe, he got to his feet – anything to head off more conversation.

"Where are you going?" asked the bodyguard.

"I'm tired. This place sucks." Seto flinched inwardly at the colloquialism that sprouted from his lips… no, from Kisho's lips. Seto Kaiba never used colloquialisms, but Kisho might. He filed the observation away for further study at a later point.

"You have no idea," sighed the waitress under her breath as she turned and walked away.

"Let's go, then." The bodyguard got to his feet and threw some money on the table. As he slid out of his seat, Seto noticed that the bodyguard had tipped their waitress heavily. He rolled his eyes. Really.

Elegance pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail and slipped her hood over her head, hurrying through the cold night air to the comparative warmth of the car.

"Where were you? I been waitin' here for hours!" The tall, handsome man in the old, dented car scowled at her. "I'm late, you stupid bitch. Where you been?"

"I was just getting dressed," Elegance snapped, opening the door.

A hand shot out of the interior of the car and struck her cheek. "No sass from you. Damn whore."

Elegance hung her head and slipped into the seat next to him, one hand pressed to her tingling cheek.

The man glared at her, his sparkling green eyes narrowed in dislike. He held out a demanding hand.

Elegance stared at the hand, and pressed her lips together, steeling herself. It had sounded so simple, when she had practised back in the change room, but now she needed all the courage she could find. "What do you want?" she asked quietly.

"Not only a slut, but stupid, too. The money. You know, that green crinkly stuff?" His tone was patronising, taunting.

"It's mine," Elegance muttered, half to herself. "I wont give it to you."

Smack! The blow made Elegance's head jerk back and bang the window, hard. There was a horrible crack when it connected, but that did not stop the man. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leant over to her, pulling her face towards his. "Listen, hussy," he breathed, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "That money is mine. You owe me your life, and this is how you repay me?"

He shoved her back, pinning her against the seat. "Nobody, but nobody, treats Cormac Slade like that. Especially not some slut-bitch-whore off the street." His eyes gleamed as his hand drew back, and he laughed as he punched her again and again.

Kaiba walked swiftly through the cool night air, now glad of the warmth his jersey provided. His bodyguard walked beside him, not saying a word. Kaiba knew that he was worried and a small smirk tugged at his mouth. Let him suffer a little longer…considering that this whole thing is his fault.

There was a noise up ahead. Shouting, sounded like. The bodyguard moved just a little closer to his employer, his instincts telling him that this could not possibly end well. The car door opened.

" – of my car. We're done for today!"

A body was flung out of the car, the door slammed, and the engine revved. As the car sped off into the night, one thought drummed through the bodyguard's head.

"We're witnesses. Murder witnesses."

And that's when he started to run, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

Et voila!

There you have it!

Tell me what you think... Too hectic? Just right? I want to know!

this is GLJ, signing off...