I'm sorry this took a bit. It's my first year of University, so I had to get used to the workload. Also, sorry if the writing isn't as good as normal in the first part. I was too lazy to revise it. Maybe some other time.

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By the time lunch rolled around, Jou had finished his self-guided "find the approximate area that everything is in" tour of the Kaiba mansion. He was almost certain he had been to every wing on every floor, unless there were some secret passages he hadn't found, which he wouldn't put past Kaiba. After all, he had found three locked doors.

Jou, figuring that this was probably one of the only chances he would have alone in the famous Kaiba mansion, had decided to make himself a map. This map was highly detailed, if a little messy, but it had all the rooms and was colour coded. On his map, the locked doors had big, red Ex's over them, so he knew not to try exploring them.

Jou had also highlighted, in yellow, rooms that deserved to be explored in greater detail. These rooms included such highlights as: The games room, the mini-gym, the library, and Kaiba's bedroom. In blue he'd highlighted all the rooms that he shouldn't go into, like the main kitchen, and rooms he had no interest in going in, like Kaiba's office.

Jou was just headed towards one of the many washrooms (which were highlighted in green) when he heard a clang from the mini-kitchen (that had a pink heart around it, like every other room with food.

Cautiously, Jou peeked around the corner into the kitchen. For a moment, the image he saw didn't make sense to his brain. There, standing at the stove was Kaiba, in an apron, cooking bacon. But Kaiba was the CEO of a multi-national corporation, why was he frying bacon?

Jou must have made a noise, or Kaiba just had the ability to sense a presence behind him, because he turned around and said "I hope you don't mind BLT's for lunch, they're one of Mokuba's favorites."

Jou just nodded stupidly, staring at the homey looking version of Kaiba, still not quite believing it was real. When the sandwiches were deemed ready, Kaiba grabbed some juice out of the fridge and set the table. Jou walked over to, and sat down at the table in a bit of a daze. He didn't know Kaiba even knew how to cook, let alone would ever consider cooking for him. And he had to admit, the sandwich was pretty good.

"Hey Kaiba, I didn't know that you could cook!" Jou commented between mouthfuls "This is pretty damn good. I'm amazed you even have a chef."

Kaiba rolled his eyes. 'First of all, it's just a sandwich. For all you know, that's the only thing I can make, second of all, I often work late, so someone has to feed Mokuba, and lastly, thank you."

Jou smiled to himself at that. He never thought he'd see the day that Kaiba would thank him.

The conversation from that point on was surprisingly easy. They talked about school for the most part, because it was common ground for the two. Jou was surprised when Kaiba mentioned he used to be a terrible math student because he was now the top of his class, but when he asked how he'd changed his ways, the topic was abruptly changed to gym, the one subject Jou got better grades in, if only because Kaiba had to miss it so often for business meetings. I turned out Kaiba had once wanted to be a professional Basket-ball player, but when he heard about the hours of training he'd need to put in, he lost interest.

When lunch was over, Kaiba went into the fridge and pulled out a big piece of cake, claiming it to be dessert. He explained that he and Mokuba would often split a slice after their meal because neither could finish one by themselves. Jou was more then happy to help.

After lunch, Jou took it upon himself to help clean up the dishes. Kaiba kept insisting it was un-necessary but Jou would hear none of it. So the two washed and dried the dishes side by side, still keeping up their easy conversation. When the kitchen was finally clean, Kaiba announced he had to get some work done, and would be in his study if Jou needed him.

It was a few hours later when Jou dared disturb Kaiba in his office. 'Kaiba, I've got to leave for work in about half an hour, is there anything I can eat real quick before I go?" Kaiba was obviously deeply involved with his work and answered with a distracted " In the freezer, there should be some things you can microwave." And with that, Jou assumed he was dismissed, because Kaiba returned to his work.

In the freezer, he found some lasagna that would be a sync to heat up, and looked absolutely delicious. While he was waiting for it to heat up, he decided it would be the perfect time to explore the mini-kitchen. While going through all the lower cupboards, he came across a half-full dishwasher. "If Kaiba has a dishwasher, why didn't he tell me when we were washing up after lunch?" Jou thought to himself. He thought about going up to ask, but the microwave beeped and by the time he was done eating, it was time for him to leave for work.

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At 9:30 it was time for Jou's break. Normally he'd have spent it in the back room, eating whatever desserts he could beg off the chief, but not today. Today was Saturday, which meant Jou might be able to get a few of his questions, answered.

Jou had been planning this particular confrontation the whole trip to the club. He'd written up some questions to ask and had worked on the correct tone to ask them in. A demanding one. When he'd arrived at work he had switched his break time so it would coincide with the DJ's. He knew that his plan only took a half and hour to create, and was riddled with loopholes, but he had always been an optimist.

He saw the DJ leaving the booth and ran over. 'Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute?" He called on his way over. The DJ turned around as she responded "Sure hun, what do you need?"

Jou skidded to a halt. He was a little thrown off because he thought that the weekend DJ was a guy. He then had the terrible thought that this wasn't the normal DJ and was just some replacement.

"Uh, are you the regular weekend DJ?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

"I sure am." She answered back with a huge smile. "Have been ever since this place opened up. Why? You like my tunes?"

"Umm, no. I mean yes! I mean…" Jou took a moment to compose himself. What had happened to all those questions he'd written down. Oh well, he'd have to wing it. "Yes, I do like your style, but I actually came to ask you about something else." The DJ smiled encouragingly and waited for Jou to continue. "About a week ago there was a dancer here. You said he was one of the favorites, but he's not on the pay roll, do you know who he is?"

When Jou looked up again, the girl had a small, sad smile on her face. "Another admirer for the masked dancer. Sorry hun, he's the real private type. He comes in every so often, dances, then leaves. You may never see him again." She turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Jou exclaimed. "You said he was a favorite, but this place hasn't been open that long. How'd he get a reputation already?"

For a moment the girl just sized Jou up. 'You're the real determined type, aren't ya?" Before Jou even had a chance to consider answering, she spoke again. That's good; usually they give up about now. He used to come dance at the club I worked at before these guys recruited me. Then I guess he followed me here. He was a favorite back there too. Struck up a deal with the owner that if he was gonna come in and steal the show whenever he wanted, he had to do one planned show a year. That show always sold out real fast. Some of his fans followed me to this club, and his reputation spread like wildfire. Anything else you wanna know?"

"Yeah, do you know why he does it?"

A flash of something crossed the girl's eyes. "I'm afraid I can't help you there. He comes in and leaves alone, so I'm not sure anyone even knows he does it. All I know is he comes in angry, hands me a fifty and does a dance. Sometimes he'll need to do more then one dance, so he'll hand me another fifty and go back out there. When he'd done, he leaves. He always looks different when he leaves, calmer I guess, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Now, as much as I enjoy talking about tall dark and handsome men, I gotta eat. My breaks almost half over. So unless you have anything really urgent, can we continue this some other time?"

"Oh, Sorry! I didn't even think about that. I feel like such and idiot." Jou said as a blush stained his cheeks.

'It's no problem. Come by the booth for a chat anytime I'm not to busy. The name's Yumi." She called as she disappeared into the Kitchen.

Jou spent the rest of his break in the tiny staff lounge thinking. If Kaiba came alone, and fairly regularly, then it wasn't very likely he was being forced into anything. Yumi had also made it sound like his mood lightened when Kaiba danced. Now Jou was really confused, and back to square one in the ideas department.

"That man is just too confusing" he muttered to himself as he got up to finish his shift.

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