This part should be mostly or all omniscient POV.

"You are some other kind of wonderful, Yusei," Akiza praised him with a mouth full of egg. "Maybe it's 'cause I haven't had a decent breakfast in a while." Whenever she couldn't jam food in her mouth, Akiza gulped down some of her coffee.

"I don't think of myself as wonderful, as you put it," the guy waved off. "I live my life one day at a time, just like everybody else. I'm just glad to be of help to you." His eyes looked off to the side as he took a sip from his cup.

"Well, you're kind enough to give me a stable place to call home, give me a one-of-a-kind monster card, and now this," she said before finishing off her meal. "I'm going to have to do something to repay you."

"It's not really necessary, but I won't stop you," Yusei interjected, taking Akiza's plate. Unknown to the both of them, things were shaping up for Akiza to demonstrate her improved deck to the guys.

(Meanwhile, at the strip club…)

"Where in God's name is that Izinski girl?" an impatient man growled while he tossed a bottle of beer against the wall. "Doesn't she know the consequences for going AWOL?"

"I know she was here the night before last night," a dancer tried to explain. "She chatted up some guy with a strange black hairstyle, and I know I saw her clock out after her shift was over."

"Are you making excuses for her again, Misty?" the man angrily quizzed. "Or are you being truthful?"

"I am being truthful, sir," she pleaded. "When I got back home, her shoes were gone, so she must've decided to leave or something. Why is it so important you want her back here?"

"She drew the biggest crowd," the angry guy spat, going over to a door labeled "do not enter." "And if you say she talked to some jerk with strange hair, then that's where my search should start."

(Back at the Poppo Time building)

The morning came and went as quick as it did. Akiza knew she had to do something to pay Yusei back for all the kindness he gave her. While nothing was crossing her mind at the time, she decided to let it come to her. With Crow at work and Jack either imbibing in spirits or caffeine, it was just the dancer and her emotional savior in the workshop. While Yusei continued to work on his ride, Akiza decided to take advantage of her newfound downtime by watching some of her favorite shows on the Internet. One might think that given Akiza's age of 19 (and yes, I stand by that), she would be interested in stuff from MTV but she wasn't. The dancer had a taste for humorous cartoons like SpongeBob, the Simpsons, Ed Edd n Eddy, and Family Guy.

"I missed this," Akiza commented as she scrolled through the monitor on the computer Yusei used to analyze engine schematics. "Chalk up another act of kindness for Yusei."

"Watch as much as you want," the laser marked former Satellite replied. "The guys and I rarely have time to use that thing for entertainment."

"Will do," Akiza thanked him, popcorn pieces flying in her mouth. Whatever she was watching, the dancer tried to keep quiet whenever something hilarious came on. When she couldn't, she was laughing until her sides ached.

"Holding up?" the mechanic quizzed the cackling girl.

"You better believe it, buster," she snapped back between laughs. "I'm not one of those sad girls who are addicted to Teen Mom or Pregnant at 16. I like shows with comedic value. Reality shows that protrude on people's personal lives or problems take away from talented story writers."

"That's another thing you and I have in common," Yusei said, coming up behind Akiza. "But you have to realize one thing: producers will go anywhere that can bring in huge ratings. With big ratings comes big money."

"I know that," the dancer shot back. "I only say is because I was close to being forced to participate in one. When I was starting out as an exotic dancer, a team of producers had convinced the owner to shoot a reality series at the club."

"What happened that changed it all?" Yusei inquired.

"Every dancer stood up and requested complete anonymity if this series went on as planned or no deal," Akiza explained. "The producers decided we weren't worth the trouble and the deal fell apart. For all we knew, our families might come across the show and recognize us."

"That's a positive," Yusei commented. "What happened after that?"

"Nothing really," the magenta-haired women shrugged. "The owner, who's also the manager, just let it go."

(On a road leading into New Domino…)

"All right Akiza, just try and stop me," the angry man thought as he was driving to the city. "You made my club a hotspot and it's gonna stay that way." As he zoomed toward the metropolis, a pair of lights flashed behind the guy. The car pulled over to the side of the road with the police motorcycle bringing up the rear.

"Okay wise guy," the stitch scarred officer quizzed the angry man. "Where's the fire?"

"I wasn't speeding," the guy tried to hide. "I mean, what's the problem?"

"Well, for starters, you have a busted taillight," the officer listed as he scribbled something down on a notepad. "Plus, your car is venting a high amount of exhaust. And you're in a no-air-pollution zone. I'm just giving you a warning, provided you get your car looked at soon."

"Fine, fine, I'll get it looked at," the man jabbered. "By the way, can you help me find this guy?" He pulled out a snapshot of Yusei from the night he and his friends went to the strip club.

"I know that guy," the officer answered quickly.

"Then tell me who he is and where I can find him," the driver barked.

(Back at Poppo Time)

The sun was making its requisite descent in the sky. Akiza had gotten her fill of funny shows and went on to watch some South Park. Crow had managed to bait Jack into another pepper taste test after the former champ drank himself under the table.

"I'm not sure, man," Atlas slurred his words together. "I can't really place the taste."

"You're not supposed to figure out the taste, numbskull," Crow berated. "What I want to know is if it's scorching or not." Still under the influence, Jack placed his hand in thought and stupidly nodded yes, even after Crow had walked away.

"This is kinda funny," Akiza chuckled as she and Yusei watched on as Jack continued nodding. At that point, someone was pounding against the front door.

"I got it," Yusei said as he went up to open the door. "Yes?"

"Is your name Yusei Fudo by any chance?" the knocker inquired.

"Yep, and who are you?" the mechanic asked. At that point, he was lifted up off the ground by his collar.

"The name's Slick, bud," he shot at him. "Now where's Akiza?"

It's all set: Slick, who does own the club where Akiza came from, has come looking for her. He's pretty steamed at her. Will he succeed and steal Akiza back? You'll have to stay tuned to find out. Review if you wish.