Chapter Three: Impossible

Kaiba was sitting in his office, with C.J. lying on the couch before him. After much consideration, he figured it'd be best if he could take her somewhere that such a possible spoiled rocker wouldn't object to like the old warehouse, but also where he wouldn't be seen with her in public and wouldn't have nosy people speculating about why he was with her.

While he was typing on his computer, C.J. stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She brought herself to a sitting position and gazed around with a dazed look on her face. "Hmm…where am I…" she murmured.

"You're in the world of your king's hero friends," Kaiba replied, not looking up from his computer.

C.J. turned and gazed at him. He didn't even notice as her black eyes grew wide. "You're one of those heroes, right?"

"Yes."

C.J. got up and walked over to his desk. "Let's see…you're Seto Kaiba, right? The rich, dragon-powered, electricity controlling guy?"

"Yes, that's me," he replied, not looking up from his screen.

Realization dawned on C.J.'s face. "Oh! Are you the one that sucked up that electricity from my mike?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh, thank you so much!" C.J. clapped her hands together and gave a slight bow in praise. "You saved my life!"

"I did what I had to do."

She smiled. "Well, whether or not it was part of your job, it was still very sweet, so thank you."

C.J. leaned forward and, to his shock, planted a kiss on his forehead. He looked up and stared at her as she walked back to the couch and sat down. She smiled at him as she zapped her clothes into an aqua-colored polo with a white collar and hip-hugging blue jeans.

C.J. looked around the office and asked, "You wouldn't by chance have a spare computer around here, would you?"

"No." Not for any of your blogging and shopping needs.

The rocker shrugged. "Ah, well, no matter-I'll just zap one up. My record label will get a bit nervous if it doesn't hear soon from its C.E.O."

Kaiba glanced back up at her as she snapped her fingers and an aqua laptop computer appeared on her lap. "You're a C.E.O.?" he said, staring at her in disbelief as she typed away on it.

C.J. giggled. "Yep, that's right-owner of C.J. Records Group, the largest record label in the history of the Dimension of the Gods."

"How in the world did you get your own record label?" Kaiba asked.

She smiled. "Well…my mom and dad were the original owners of C.J. records; they absolutely adored rock and roll and would always have the greatest respect for those artists under their label…I listened to all of the major groups-the Spinnin' Rocks, V3, AM/PM-and I dreamed of becoming a star like them some day…" Her eyes narrowed. "But when mom died, dad married this nasty witch (that's a metaphor, not literal) who only wed him for his cash; she was convinced that rock was the 'demonic music that sent people to that hot place down there'. Then, later, when he died under 'mysterious circumstances', she forbade me from ever listening to anything that sounded even remotely like rock, and the only way I could hear it was when I snuck it into the house…" She looked down at the ground. "Then, one day…she caught me listening to some of my parent's old records, and…the witch snapped all of them in half…told me that I couldn't listen to that crud…that my parents were burning up because they'd done so…" C.J. looked back up at him with fire in her eyes. "That was totally the last straw for me. The baka had no right whatsoever to talk about my parents like that. I was totally going to take her down."

"I see. And how exactly did you 'take her down'?" Kaiba asked, folding his arms.

C.J. grinned in reminiscence. "I started secretly looking into what was going on with the record label in those days, and I found something quite interesting… apparently, the witch woman was taking away some of the money which the rock musicians had earned under the label, and cooking the books so that nobody would notice anything wrong. I brought it to said musicians' attention, and together all of us confronted her with an ultimatum: either she'd hand the label over to me and get the heck out of town with a little bit of cash I'd be willing to give her…or, the musicians would all quit the label, I'd reveal what she did with their money to the public, and she'd be brought to complete and total ruin." She laughed. "Needless to say, she opted for the first choice."

Kaiba stared at her in astonishment.

She smiled at him. "Yeah, I know, it was kind of cruel, but that's business for ya, huh? There's absolutely nobody who can mess with my label, and if they do, they might as well consider themselves busted and broke. I might be known by my fans as the Angelic Rocker, but in the music industry, I'm known as the Devil in the White Leather." She let out a small growl.

The other teenage C.E.O. blinked. For some strange reason, his heart had started beating quickly, and he felt a slight red tinge come to his face.

C.J. smiled at him. "Why are you blushing?" she asked playfully.

He quickly turned his chair away from her. "I'm not blushing," he snapped angrily

"Yes, you are," she giggled. She zapped her laptop away and dashed around his desk to the side of his chair. "Never met another teen C.E.O. like yourself, ey, Seto?"

He turned and faced her directly with accusing eyes. "Did Spencer tell you to tell me some story about you being a C.E.O.?"

C.J. blinked. "No. And even if he did, I wouldn't do it-why would I want to lie to someone as intelligent, rich, and handsome as you?"

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Stop trying to flatter me."

"Who said I was flattering you?"

He looked at her and saw, to his astonishment, a completely innocent and slightly hurt look on the rocker's face. He felt the redness come into his cheeks again.

She smiled. "You don't hear that very much, huh?"

"Ah…um…no…" He couldn't believe he was actually stuttering. What the heck is wrong with me?!

"Listen, I just sent my label an e-mail reassuring them that I'm okay, and I don't have very much work I need to do tonight, so…how about if you and I go out to someplace where you and I can chat a little more? Not in this form, of course, because I'm well aware of how the media loves to track us down and report on every little thing we do…just in some magic disguise of sorts. What do you say?"

Kaiba paused. "Well…why not?" Wait-what?!

C.J. clapped her hands together. "Sweet! Oh, by the way-you don't have to call me C.J.; you're not one of my avid fans. You can just call me Chelsea. Okay?"

"Okay…Chelsea."

She giggled. "All right, then-it's your world, so you just pick the place, and I'll follow after you." Chelsea snapped her fingers and transformed into a shower of aqua sparks which soared up and out of the window.

He stared after the aqua sparks with his heart still pounding like crazy and his body suddenly taking on a warm, tingling sensation. What is this feeling? I must be coming down with an illness…or something…

He snapped his fingers and transformed into white sparks which also soared out of the window. Together, the two flew up into the air and vanished amongst the sparkling stars of the night sky.