The tyres screeched as he pulled up outside the café. He went inside, locking the car. He didn't even look for Joey, as he went straight to the bathrooms. Once in, he locked himself in a stall, ripping open one of the bags.

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Joey stared up from his burger at the guy stood before him.

'Uh, can I help you?' he looked into green eyes.

'Yeah, you're coming with me.'

'I don't think so, I'm waiting for someone…' he looked at the man. He had short messy white hair, green eyes, and was simply wearing slacks and a t shirt.

'Just shut up and come on, mutt.'

'EH?' Joey looked at the man, tilting his head at the feminine face shape. Fuck…it couldn't be?

'Kai…'

'Yes it's me now shut up and come on.' Joey looked the white haired man over,

'How do I know it's you fer sure?'

'Cos I just broke into my own house and you got shot in the leg, now shut the fuck up.' Joey nodded, accepting the answers.

'You know, you look kind of sexy…'

'I always look sexy mutt.'

'Ow, careful, your ego just attacked me.' Joey smiled, elbowing Kaiba playfully. As the reached the door, Kaiba nodded to Joey asking for a moment. The blond agreed and Kaiba left to talk to a couple at another table. When he returned he dug through his bag, giving Joey a sachet. He told the blond to hurry up and change as his plan had worked. Joey looked confused, and hobbled over to the bathrooms. Kaiba went to the till to order coffee whilst he waited.

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Joey stared into the bag. What the fuck? Oh well, this would be fun. He pulled out the shirt and pants, deciding to do the easiest and least weird first. He found himself pulling on loose jeans and a long black shirt, covering his arms. He then stuffed his old clothes into the bag. A small cap was also in the bag. He stuffed his mop under it, amused at how he looked without hair. It didn't last long. A shabby brown wig was also in the bag, it was soft and long, so as he pulled it on, he thought it best to tie it back. He pulled out a small glass case, featuring two purple lenses which he slipped in his eyes. He flinched slightly. He hated stuff in his eyes. When he pulled back, he felt confused by his own reflection. He was unrecognisable. He liked it. He decided to leave one crutch behind, so he propped it against the wall when he left the bathroom. Using the lone crutch he made his way to the white haired Kaiba. He tapped the white haired man on the shoulder who turned around to look slightly shocked. Joey smiled, it was a new face for the brunet.

'Showing your emotions, I'm shocked.'

'Yeah well, if I act like me, they'll know, though I must say, you look quite hot as a brunet.'

'I'm not hot anyway?' Joey didn't expect the next bit. Kaiba placed a soft kiss on the blonds lips. Smiling with his eyes, Kaiba pulled away.

'What was that for?'

'For the next few days we're not us. We're two different people. I'm going to take on the name of Yuki, and you will be…'

'Chris.'

'Great. So, we can be dating if anyone asks, it'll explain why we're together.' Joey blushed…dating…Kaiba? He hoped it would go a little better than last time.

'Joey?'

'Yeah?'

'Try not to act too mutt like, your stupid accent and loudness will be more of a giveaway than me.'

'Oh thanks, you're too kind.'

'I always am. Now, you ready?'

'As I'll ever be.' Joey followed Kaiba out into the street. The brunet glanced at the keys in his hand before unlocking and climbing into a red clio.

'I didn't know you had a clio…' Joey looked confused.

'I don't. But Yuki does.' They slid in. 'I swapped with the couple in the café. My Ferrari for their clio. Obviously they accepted. It's inconspicuous.'

'True, now where are we going?' The brunet pulled onto the road,

'You'll just have to see.'

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Hey

So, disguises…good or bad?

My feet kill. I broke my pit boots to I wore Cubans to work and it just hurts. Senior barman has been attacking me. Ice down my shirt, blocking bar off, pushing me, poking me and making obscene comments like hes wants to 'bang me'. If your not from Yorkshire, 'bang' means 'to beat up.' But me and the other bar man took it the otherway, and when he said he was gonna poke me really hard we couldn't stop laughing. Yeah, I have fun at work, even if I'm not mean to. I'm gonna kick his ass tomorrow for the ice thing though. And he ran off, bastard.

Might be no updates Monday, so forgive me!

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