WLTM…

Yeah, I know, it's been ages. I'm thinking about revising this whole fic to be honest, but I thought I'd post this chapter anyone since I've already got it written up. Not a particularly brilliant chapter, but necessary for the main idea behind the fic to work.

"My name is Heero Yuy – and I want to thank you for saving my life."

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Coffee and Jelly Doughnuts

A little while later, Seto Kaiba was sat opposite the mysterious 'Heero Yuy' at a small café on the edge of the city.

He didn't know how he had been talked into allowing the dark haired youth take him to Domino's 'best kept secret' but something told him that he would regret it forever if he didn't. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to do, and it was unlikely that anyone would recognise him in the run – down, yet cosy establishment where he was now seated.

Kaiba was also being driven crazy trying to remember where he had seen the man in front of him before and why his name seemed so familiar to him. And then it hit him.

"You were at Marissa's!" he declared loudly, attracting the attention of several of the patrons. Kaiba pushed his shades higher up the bridge of his nose and slouched down in the booth, but due to his height, he was now the same level as every one else.

Heero let out a chuckle. "Don't worry, Seto Kaiba – no one here will notice that it is you."

"They will if you keep shouting my name," hissed Kaiba.

Heero laughed again.

"What is so funny?" snapped Kaiba.

"Nothing – it's just you remind me of me – but that was a long time ago now."

Kaiba snorted.

"Still trying to figure out who I am?" queried Heero, eying Kaiba with amused Prussian eyes.

"I thought that since you took all the trouble to bring me here you would volunteer the information when you were ready," stated Kaiba hotly.

"I'll take that as your way of saying 'no' then?"

Heero waved over to a passing waitress and she walked over. Pulling a notebook from the front pocket of her checked apron, she freed a sharp 2B pencil from her hair.

"What'll it be, boys?" she asked in a strong Canadian accent.

"We'll have a couple of jelly doughnuts and a coffee each," said Heero with his clear voice.

Kaiba shot Heero a look that clearly said he didn't 'do' jelly doughnuts. Heero gave him a sly smile, and his eyes sparkled at some joke only he understood.

The woman scribbled the order on her pad, tucked it back into her pocket and slipped the pencil behind her left ear. "Give it a few, boys," she said with a wink.

After she walked away, Kaiba gave Heero a pointed glare. Heero returned the stare, though not with the same level of intensity that most of his enemies usually encountered. It looked like it could continue for a while, but their silent war was interrupted when the waitress returned with their order.

Heero thanked her generously as he took a sip of the strong black brew that sat in front of him before taking a large bite out of his doughnut. Dropping it back on the plate, he wiped his now sugar coated fingers on a napkin and licked a spot of jam that had stained his lips.

"Aren't you going to eat that?" he asked.

"Aren't you going to give me some answers? If I – as you say – saved your life, I think you owe me that much."

"Okay, okay," said Heero, raising his hands in mock surrender. He took another sip of coffee. "Remember last night you were at a restaurant called Marissa's?"

Kaiba nodded reluctantly.

"I was working in the kitchens there," he said, his eyes never leaving Kaiba's face. "I came out just in time to see you attacked by that woman you met," he said with a smile.

Kaiba groaned. "You're not another reporter are you?" he wailed.

"Do I look like a reporter?" he replied.

Kaiba looked at the appearance of the boy opposite him. He was dressed in faded jean which were torn at the knees, a forest green tank top over his top half and a denim jacket was draped on the seat next to him. Kaiba took in the messy brown hair, brooding eyes and the amused smile that played on his lips.

"No," he said finally. "But you don't look like a kitchen hand either."

"Very good, Seto Kaiba. But can you work out who I really am?"

Kaiba's forehead creased in thought. It was true that he remembered the man from Marissa's, but he knew there was something more to him than just this. Kaiba closed his eyes warily.

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Flashback

"It is you, Heero! You're exactly the same as I remember – dark blue eyes, messy brown hair," she paused for a moment.

My hair is not messy…

"You're a bit taller, but I haven't seen you a few years, so that makes sense. Plus, you still act the same way when you see me – all cold and distant and vulgar language. It's like you don't even know who I am!"

Kaiba put his hands over her wrists and began to pull her away. "That, is because I don't know who you are."

End Flashback

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"What did you say your name was?"

"Heero," the name rolled off his tongue. "Heero Yuy."

Realisation dawned on Kaiba.

"You're the one that crazy woman was after!" he exclaimed.

Heero nodded grimly.

"Fuck! How do you put up with it?" asked Kaiba, still fighting against his shock.

"I don't – I've been hiding from her for years now, but she keeps finding me. Every time I think I've lost her, she shows up, even more delusional and pinker than the last time."

This time it was Kaiba's turn to laugh. "I'm surprised you haven't been driven insane by her yet."

"I would have been – if it wasn't for my boyfriend."

Kaiba raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Its not as weird as you'd think, Seto Kaiba," explained Heero. "A person's sex doesn't really matter – it's what's here that counts," he said motioning to his heart.

Kaiba began to feel a little uncomfortable – sure physical puberty had hit him early. Emotional puberty on the other hand still left a lot to be desired. As it was, Seto Kaiba was a rather undeveloped in that area. He had never felt particularly attracted to anyone, so he sure as hell had never felt the need to question his own sexuality.

But now he wasn't so sure…

"Does this have a point?" asked Kaiba with a withering look.

"Listen, either you can take my advice or you can leave it, but either way I'm giving it to you anyway. You should live everyday as though it's going to be your last because you never know when it will be."

Boy, that was really cheesy. Kaiba half expected the other teen to break down into tears, seize his hand and sob his little heart out, saying something like, "oh, Kaiba! You may not be 'Heero' (because he was Heero, but that's not the point), but you're my 'hero.'"

Maybe he really had been working too hard. His trains of thought were going somewhat astray recently…

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are but I don't need you to tell me how to live my life," said Kaiba with a scowl.

Damn this man – making me question myself!

"I'm not trying to tell you how to do anything – I just want to give you some friendly advice," he took another sip of coffee. "You need to be more open minded, Seto Kaiba. Everything doesn't always need a logical explanation for happening."

"Really," Kaiba replied sarcastically. He stared at the messy haired boy through critical eyes. "Why are you telling me this? What is it you really want?"

"I don't want anything – I just want to help you."

"The last time someone tried to hep me I ended up covered in pink crap in front of dozens of strangers – and now it's plastered all over the papers and TV!"

Heero only laughed. "Why do you care what people think about you?"

"I don't give a damn about what they think!" retorted Kaiba hotly as he slammed his fists onto the table making the liquid in their cups jump.

"Then what's the problem?"

With that the dark haired youth stood up and placed a series of crumpled notes onto the table. Kaiba watched him as he shrugged on his snug denim jacket, the muscles of his arms still clearly visible beneath the fabric.

"Where are you going?" asked Kaiba sharply.

"Remember what I said," he replied, ignoring his actual question as he made his way to the door.

"Wait!"

Heero paused at the door, the chime that was positioned over it swinging tunefully in the draft. He turned and cast a final glance at his inadvertent rescuer.

"Stop looking over your shoulder Seto Kaiba, you might miss something that's been in front of you all along…"

Kaiba's jaw dropped in shock as he watched the mysterious youth walk out the door, and most probably his life. The waitress returned and gave him a concerned look.

"Are you alright, hun?" she asked. "You haven't touched your food."

Kaiba looked down in front of him at the lukewarm coffee and uneaten doughnut. In one fluid movement he threw the bitter drink down his throat and snatched up his doughnut.

"I'll take it to go," he said.

He didn't notice that his phone had slipped out of his pocket when he slid out of the booth.

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A/N I know that some of you don't like the idea of male/male relationships BUT! I believe that this is something that needs to be explored. After all, as I said in the fic, Kaiba's never been particularly attracted to anyone. Therefore, it makes sense that he would want to 'experiment,' or at least consider it.

This however does not mean that the remainder this story will be yaoi. This simply offers more opportunity to see another side of Kaiba and put him in some more wonderful situations for us to enjoy.

I actually haven't decided who Kaiba ends up with yet, so it's pretty important that you bear with. In fact, if it makes it any better for anyone who really dislikes yaoi I'll provide a warning at the beginning of chapters that contain it. How does that sound?

I've also decided that I'm going to have more people join the world of cyber dating – tell me who you'd like to see together and I'll see if I can do it. They can be any pairings you want really!

And finally – I've had a couple of requests for Kaiba x Ishizu and I was wondering whether anyone knows what this pairing is actually called. If anyone tells me, I'll do whatever couple they want in a future chapter because it has been bugging me a while, but I'm too lazy to look for myself. Please leave the answer in a review with any requests!

Oh, and I've just started the next chapter, which will hopefully be a lot funnier!