This is set before Seto Finds out that Yugi's grandfather has the Blue Eyes White Dragon. So way at the beginning. Also, I'm using the American version of the anime. Also, rating may change. I'm trying to keep it clean for a change, but I may fall into my old ways.

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Chapter 1

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The school wasn't as glorious as her last, but Sakura didn't really care. It's advanced programs were the best of the best, thanks to a certain young CEO's funding's for his own education. All of her business classes and calculus classes were of the best caliber and she didn't even have to pay for them. The only downside was her advanced art classes suffered, as he only funded the ones he was interested in. Looking at the tile ceiling, she shrugged. At least she would have one fly-by class.

Students began filling into the classroom. It was her study hall, and her art teacher always let her leave early to get a head start on the work she had to do for her business, calculus, and numbers and statistics classes. A few students took up seats to her left and moved the desks to face each other. They pulled out some decks and began laughing loudly and playing games. More and more students came in and filled the class around her. No one really wanted to sit next to the new girl, and left the seat to her right open.

Sakura filled in a few questions on the homework packet her calculus teacher gave her to do earlier, but was finding it hard to concentrate with the yelling and laughing and loud conversation going on to her left. Suddenly the room went quiet as someone entered.

'Finally. Now maybe I can get some work-' She almost thought to herself.

"Ey, Kaiba! Wanna duel!" The blonde boy to her left shouted over her to the boy taking the seat to her right. Did she really have to suffer through this? Couldn't he walk over to the person and politely ask like a normal human being? She heard the boy to her right chuckle quietly to himself, then looked at him as he shook his head dismissively and proceeded to ignore the boy.

'Wait... Kaiba? Seto Kaiba? Huh... I thought he'd look older...' She thought, scanning the boy. It might have simply been because he was supposed to be one of the richest and most successful CEO's. It was only natural to believe he would be older.

"Hey, I'm talking ta you." The boy said, beginning to move around the seats and approach Kaiba.

"I'm busy, besides, you should play against someone with your own skills. Like a guppy, or an ant." He said sarcastically.

"Why you-"

"Joey, sit down, if he doesn't want to play you, I will." Another boy from the table said. Sakura sighed, and noticed Kaiba do the same. They were both busy, and neither needed the distractions. She filled out half another sheet of work when a paper ball flew across her face, landing in the aisle between her and Kaiba. Her knuckles cracked around her pencil and she looked up at the table of gamin kids. She heard Kaiba stop clicking away at his laptop and was sure he had looked up as well.

"Heh, sorry." Sakura glared at them. She really needed to finish as much as she could. She had work that night, and she knew if she didn't finish it now, it wouldn't get done. She returned to her papers, thinking if she wasted anymore time on berating them that she would have no time left for more important tasks. That and they probably wouldn't get it.

A few seconds later Kaiba's keyboard started typing again, then stopped once more. It didn't take long for Sakura to find out why as a second paper ball ricocheted off of him and hit her pencil. Everyone went silent except for a 'Is that really smart Joey?' whisper from one kid to the blonde boy who looked pleased. Kaiba closed the lid to his laptop and began standing, but froze when Sakura slammed her pencil down and turned on the group.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Were your parents monkeys?" She asked, raising her voice, but only a little. "This may be a recess for you, but some people actually have some work to do. You know, so we can get good grades and go to college, and I'm sure I wont see you there." Kaiba didn't usually like when people fought his battles, but she was damned amusing, and he supposed it was somewhat of her battle too.

"Lighten up, sheesh." A brunette said, standing next to the blonde.

"I'll lighten up when I'm done being busy. Which will never happen so long as you fools keep throwing things and being completely annoying and distracting." She wasn't usually one to get angry, but with the move, the classes, the job, everything she did and gave up to be successful piling onto her and adding stress she wasn't used to, she couldn't help but to explode on them.

"You jerks, you all think you're better than us because you got no sense of humor and you waste your whole life away bein miserable." The blond said, taking a step forward.

"Think we're... You moron. I know I'm better than you. You say I'm wasting my life, and what are you doing? Playing games and fooling around while the people around you learn and grow. If ever there was a reason I'd be better than you, it's because you don't try. You want to stop being a nothing? Fix yourself." With that Sakura gathered her things and exited the room. She walked part of the way down the hall and stopped.

'What a great impression you're making... First week, and you're calling people names and treating them like ass...' She berated herself. 'Maybe... Maybe I should apologize.' She turned on the spot, intent on going back in the classroom, but someone was behind her and she nearly ran into him. Her eyes trailed upwards until they met a pair of icy blue ones.

"You're... Kaiba." She stated the obvious.

"Very observant. I had figured you were leaving that classroom to find a more peaceful place to do your work, but now it looks like you want to go back into that hell hole." He said curiously. Why would anyone who felt the way she, and he did, ever want to return there?

"I... I think I went too far... I'm not usually like that...They were just so-"

"Immature? Annoying? Unbearable?" He helped her finish. She nodded and he scoffed. "It was going to be said, whether you did it yourself or I did." He said, somehow making her feel better. She nodded, but frowned, now facing a different dilemma. He looked at her questioningly, but devised the issue himself. "You hadn't planned on where to go after leaving, had you?" He asked, knowing he was right. She gave him a brief nod, and he moved around her. "There's a classroom the teachers let me use to study in private. If you can keep quiet, you're welcome to use it as well." He offered, moving down the hall without her and not really caring if she followed.

The classroom she entered was empty and he took a seat in middle of the far left lane of desks, along the wall. She sat in the seat next to him and began finishing her calculus packet. There wasn't much left to be done, but she also had some numbers and statistics work to do, and then a drawing to complete for art class.

Fifteen minutes before the class ended all she had left to do was her art work. She pulled out her sketch book and flipped it open to a blank page. Then... nothing. She thought for a good three minutes before becoming frustrated and beginning to tap her eraser on the desk. Normally she was quicker than this with conceptualizing her art, but every thought that came to mind was shot down by general apathy towards the notion.

"Stop that." She heard Kaiba command and jumped a little. She had almost forgotten that he was there.

"Sorry." She murmured, pulling the eraser into her mouth to keep it from making noise. She chewed on it a little and heard him close his laptop. She stared at the blank page intently, sure that if she focused hard enough, a good idea would present itself.

"... What are you doing?" Seto was bored as all hell. He had not only finished his school work, but the meeting he was holding between Kaiba Corp. and EnLi Corp. was completely planned out and their offers and demands were notarized. He finally had nothing to do. The girl glanced up at him, still chewing on the pencil slightly, then back to the paper before her.

"I'm trying to think of what to draw for my art assignment." She explained.

"Isn't there some sort of guideline?" He asked. Usually teachers who wanted something specific would let their requests be known to the students. It was basic common sense.

"Yes... but... I don't know what to go with. We've got to draw a famous person in a setting that isn't natural to them... Like Napoleon Bonaparte in a cyborg war... or Nobunaga riding a unicorn through a field of lolipops... But... that all sounds... stupid." He thought for a moment, watching her tap her lower lip with the eraser, the smirked.

"And what about me?" He asked. The girls eyes slowly wandered back to him. "What scenario would you put me in?" He was sure he already knew. It wasn't a big secret that almost all of the girls in school would have a field day putting him into their misguided little fantasies. He watched the girl raise an eyebrow and felt his confidence waver.

"Isn't your face... I don't know, Copyrighted?" He would have burst out laughing if he was any other person, but instead showed his amusement through a quiet chuckle. Any other girl would either blush and look away, or tell him intricately what they would do to him. This one was interesting.

"Not if I allow it. So, what would you draw me as?" He was now completely curious. He had only suggested it the first time out of boredom, but this girl was intriguing him.

"Hmmm... Oh! I know... Hold still." Kaiba frowned. He glanced at the clock as she began scrawling on the paper, and holding it so that he couldn't see it. There was only ten minutes left.

"Dont worry." She said, somehow reading his mind, "I'm good at human faces, I wont need you in just a minute." She said, working hastily and glancing between him and the notepad. He didn't like that she wasn't telling him what she was planning, but decided to just wait, sure that she would show him after she was finished.

The bell went off after the ten minutes ran their course and still he had no word from the girl. He looked at her expectantly as she closed the sketchpad and began to gather her things.

"Well?" He stared at her as she rose to start for the door. She moved towards the exit, and glanced back at him once.

"When it's finished." She smiled and left. She was interesting indeed.

Kaiba spent the rest of the night as he would usually. Thoughts of the girl disappeared once he left the school, and were replaced with thoughts of work, homework and Mokuba. The next day he woke and readied himself for school. He didn't have to go in at the same time the other students entered, as the school allowed him the first to classes off in exchange for him training their graphical arts department on the use of his holographic technology. The school wasn't too bad with the two teachers he was training. They weren't completely incompetent, so it didn't bother him much.

He got to the school just before the first block ended, leaving the halls empty for a few minutes while he navigated to the fine arts computer lab. He rounded the corner and started into the art rooms, which were only separated by make shift walls of art. The area was more of a forty by forty foot block of open space, but the teachers had placed desks, bookshelves and fake walls up to make three rooms out of it.

"Well, It is certainly well done, but I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed. Kaiba? Really?" Seto paused. He was barely ten feet into the art rooms and his name had already been said. He took a step back, glancing past a rack of drawings that divided a section of the room apart as a hallway, and saw an art teacher holding up a familiar notepad. Just beyond her was the same girl from before. "I expected a lot of these to be him, but yours? You seemed like... well, not a fan girl." The girl's shoulders drooped and she took the sketchpad back, looking hurt.

"I'm not a fan girl..." She said in a false whine, trying to stop herself from laughing. "I couldn't think of anything else." She said and he smirked. He knew it was true.

"Neither could they." The teacher glanced around the room, eyes scanning the countless pictures of him. He frowned as he did the same. At least three out of four of the picture were of him. Some done exceedingly well, and others were... embarrassing. Still, all of the different drawings were unsettling.

"But that's because they're obsessed with the guy. I just happened to sit next to him one day." She sighed and looked over her drawing as the teacher chuckled and walked away. Seto moved into the classroom and glanced over her shoulder, finally seeing the drawing himself.

It was clearly him, striking a valiant pose while wearing elegant plate armor, the shoulder of which was fashioned as the head of a blue eyes white dragon. He held a great sword, a cape and crown, and his setting was a lush field before a wondrous castle. It was exactly what he had wanted.

"Not bad." He said, scaring the girl half to death as she shrieked and turned to face him. The class went silent and all eyes were on him. She sighed heavily and glanced up at him.

"You know, a little warning next time?" She said frustratedly. He smirked.

"Are you ok?" He asked sarcastically, and she glared up at him.

"Ask me when my heart starts beating again." She said, comically holding her chest and faking like a heart attack. The bell rang, ushering her to her things, but he didn't leave.

"I'll buy it from you." He said, still behind her. She stopped, as did the rest of the class, waiting to see what would happen.

"What? No, my art isn't for sale." His brow furrowed. She could seriously be saying something was not for sale to him. He was the richest man in the country. There was a price on that piece, he just had to play hardball to find it.

"One hundred." He said, starting low and content on working his way up.

"Listen, we both know you're smarter than that. I meant what I said. I put my everything into my art. My heart and soul. There's no price you could put on it." He knew she was wrong.

"Two hundred." She sighed and continued putting things in her bag. "... Four hundred." Four hundred dollars? For a sketch? Was he losing it? No. That's the thing. He was losing. He never lost. He had a point to make now, and he would find the price. She smirked up at him with her backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Sorry buster, No deal." She left the art rooms and he started after her before remembering that he was needed in the computer room. He growled as he turned away and moved farther into the rooms.

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So... This is my first OcxKaiba. Be gentle...

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