This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Seto Kaiba of Domino City, Japan, grew up believing he never needed anyone to be truly happy except his younger brother, Mokuba, and his gaming company, Kaiba Corporation. This belief stemmed from harsh abuse and the fact that his step father had managed to instill every ounce of his cold and emotionless being into him. The girl, Kisara Safiya of Cairo, Egypt, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of the only relationship she had ever had in the past, she'd only love two things. The first was her long, white hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Seto meets Kisara on September 8th. He knows almost immediately that she is different from every other person he has ever had the displeasure of dealing with. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story… it's a true love story.

I

He was nervous... frightened, even. He wasn't sure why. It couldn't have been that he was scared… right? He didn't scare easily. He didn't show many emotions… easily. Just as that thought had crossed his mind, he realized exactly why he was nervous. He was afraid of showing his emotions. In a place like this, however… that was what he was supposed to do. He began having second thoughts about coming here… again. At this point they were no longer second thoughts, they were fifth thoughts. He didn't want to be here.

The documents in his hand were signed with the name Seto Kaiba. That's right, thee Seto Kaiba. His straight brown hair had been combed to perfection and his icy blue eyes were colder than usual. With one leg crossed over the other, he refrained from the nervous tapping that the people around him had submitted themselves to doing for the entire time he had been sitting there. It had annoyed the living hell out of him, but he had too much on his mind to notice considering he had his own nervousness to deal with.

"Nii-sama, are you alright?" Sitting beside Seto was a fifteen year old boy with messy black hair, staring up at him with light gray eyes. Upon hearing the name the boy had called him ever since they were children, he was able to smile and lie through his teeth.

"Of course I am, Mokuba." Mokuba frowned.

"I can tell when you're lying to me, Nii-sama, I'm not dumb." Now Seto was the one to frown.

"What did you expect me to say? That I'm happy to be here?"

"You could say that you appreciate my help."

"This is not going to help." Mokuba ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Not this again… I thought you promised to stop fighting me every step of the way."

"I thought you said this was going to help."

"This IS going to help." The phone rang and the secretary answered it, causing the boys' senseless bickering to stop. The entire waiting room became quiet with suspense as every person, including Seto and Mokuba, looked up towards the secretary at the front desk. After a few moments she had nodded her head and hung up the phone. She stood up from the desk.

"Seto Kaiba?" Mokuba turned Seto's way to see what he would do. Seto stood up.

"That's me."

"Mr. Tetsuya is ready to see you. He's in the second room on the left." Seto nodded with understanding and moved forward towards the hallway. He didn't say anything to Mokuba when he left. There was nothing to say… Seto was going to go through with it, despite how much he wanted to gag at the very idea. He walked through the hallway and when he reached the second room to his left, he entered, finding a familiar man, sitting in an armchair on the opposite side of the room.

"Good afternoon Seto, please take a seat." There was a couch near the door. Seto sat down on it and sighed. "How are you?" Mr. Tetsuya asked. Seto, however, wasn't interested in small talk.

"Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?" Seto noted the notepad in Mr. Tetsuya's folded hands and felt another urge to leave the room.

"You certainly are a business man. Mokuba gave me a few pointers on dealing with that."

"This is a therapy session, not a case study. Please stop talking to me like I'm a patient." Mr. Tetsuya leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"I'm glad to finally have a chance to sit down with you, Seto. Many have been trying to get you to come to therapy for years now…" Mr. Tetsuya paused for a moment, "Which begs the question of what brought you here in the first place."

"Yeah, well, it was my only option," Seto spat, crossing his arms, "There was nothing else I could do to deal with it." Mr. Tetsuya was intrigued and as a result, flipped open his notepad. Seto was suddenly feeling nervous again, he wanted to back out but… that was the last thing he could do. He had meant what he said; there was no other way of dealing with the issue at hand.

"Deal with what, exactly?" Seto gulped. Words were supposed to come out now… an explanation. He had to do it.

"There's this… girl that I'm… sort of involved with… or was involved with."

"Does this girl happen to be an apple of your eye, in a sense?"

"She's much more important than that," Seto snapped, "She was… she was…" Seto suddenly didn't know how to explain what she was to him… he was at a loss of words. Again, the nervousness came.

"Yes?"

"I can't tell you this without telling you the whole story… about us."

"Go right ahead then. When did you first start going out?" Mr. Tetsuya clicked his pen and prepared to write down some notes. Seto shook his head.

"No, I have to start earlier than that… I have to start in the very beginning, two years ago… on September 8th… that was the day I first saw her."

It was worse than just any other day in school. It was a Wednesday. And although school had only just begun two weeks ago, Seto hated every aspect of it. He especially hated that he had to endure one more year of it before he graduated in June… going to high school, hadn't even been his idea, it was Mokuba's. Mokuba felt it would be good to have a high school diploma even though he was a child prodigy… not to mention Mokuba had hoped Seto would benefit from the human interaction. So far, he had only suffered from the annoyance of it.

As Seto sat there, blankly staring at the front of the classroom and barely listening to any of the teacher's lecture, he was completely unaware that this wasn't just another Wednesday. There was something different about this Wednesday, something that would change his life forever. Sitting there dreading every moment he was sitting in his seat, Seto couldn't have predicted that his life was about to change in the next thirty seconds.

"Now what can any of you point out about the characterization of…" the teacher trailed off when she heard a knock on the door, "Pardon me students, we appear to have a guest. Come in!" The door opened and Seto was hardly paying attention. He was still locked in a daydream as he stared at the black board in the front of the classroom.

"Is this… um… Ms. Yuki's English class, room 207?"

"Why yes it is. You wouldn't happen to be the new transfer student, would you?"

"That's me, sorry I'm late." Everyone in the classroom had turned their heads towards the door with curiosity. The stranger had not stepped into the room yet so the only thing the students knew was that the new student was a girl by the sound of her voice.

"It's a pleasure to have you! Come on in, introduce yourself to the class!" The sudden peaked interest of Seto's classmates caused Seto to snap out of his daydream and actually pay attention. A girl proceeded to walk into the room. She was tall with long white hair and dark blue eyes. The males in the room could not hide their attraction to the girl standing in front of him. Usually Seto would've laughed quietly to himself over their gawking but he found that he could not stop staring either. There was something about her that made her seem… different.

"Um… hello…" the girl said taking a deep breath, "My name is Kisara Safiya." The teacher was intrigued.

"Your name and accent sound foreign. What country are you originally from?"

"Egypt." Now even the girls in the room were interested in Kisara.

"That's fascinating! How fun! And what made you decide to come to Japan?"

"My uncle… he's not feeling very well and I came to take care of him." The woman in the room became sympathetic which was a very different tune than what it was when Kisara first walked into the room… which was jealousy. Never the less, the men continued to gawk and Seto continued to be… intrigued.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope he gets better. Unfortunately, we need to get back to the lesson so why don't you take a seat over there?" There was only one seat that wasn't taken in the whole classroom and that was the one in front of Seto. Seto realized this quickly and looked down before he could make eye contact with Kisara's face. Seto felt increasingly awkward as he pretended to be looking down at his textbook as Kisara walked towards him. He hoped she hadn't noticed the quizzical look he had been giving her since she had stepped into the classroom. She sat down without saying a word. Seto thought he was in the clear… until she turned around.

"What page are we on?" Seto completely froze. What was he supposed to say? He had only just flipped open his book moments ago without any regard to what they were actually going over in class. He knew he had to say something, however… Just as he opened his mouth, the girl sitting next to her tapped Kisara on the shoulder.

"We're on page 456."

"Oh, thank you." Kisara turned back towards the front. The teacher had already gone back to her lecture and the excitement of a few seconds ago had left the class as they began to focus on the lesson. The strange feelings Seto felt did not go away, though. No, they stayed with him for the next forty-five minutes and even after that. Suddenly the whole school day had gone by, the bell rang to release them and Seto could not shake Kisara's face from his mind even though they only shared one class together. What was going on with him?

There wasn't any time to evaluate himself, however, which Seto was glad because he had his younger brother to pick up from school. A lot of work would do him a world of good and Seto was happy about that because today was going to be pretty busy. Seto hadn't any time to lose as he got into his car and began to drive towards Domino Middle School.

The drive didn't take long since the school was close by car, so soon enough he was parked in front of the school where his brother was waiting for him. Mokuba smiled upon seeing his brother pull up, grabbing his backpack and getting into the car.

"Hey Nii-sama, how was your day?" Mokuba asked with his typical, bubbly smile on his face. The kid was always happy to see his elder brother.

"My day was fine, how about yours?" Seto asked, switching the car into drive and taking off. Mokuba cocked his head to the side.

"Did something happen today?"

"Wait, what? What led you to believe something happened today?" Seto asked, surprised.

"Because you said your day was fine. You always say your day is 'okay' and you always say it in such a way that makes it sound like it was the worst day ever. So come on, Nii-sama, spit it out. What happened?"

"Nothing happened. School was just… different today." Mokuba was suddenly interested.

"How was school different? Did you actually learn something you found useful?"

"Of course not, it was… something else," Mokuba was insanely curious about Seto's responses, but he wouldn't show it nor would he pry his brother about it. Mokuba knew that eventually he would be able to figure out exactly what was going on with Seto soon enough, "It doesn't matter, right now we need to hurry and get to Kaiba Corp. There's an intern I'm interviewing in an hour and I need to brush up on my 'we don't take interns' speech so I can let the person down easy."

"But you never let anyone down easy." Seto rolled his eyes.

"As easy as dumb people deserve to be let down." Mokuba fell quiet with nothing more to add the conversation and started looking out the window. A familiar building came into sight as they were only a few blocks away from their destination, Kaiba Corp. head quarters. Kaiba Corp. was the tallest building in all of Domino City. This was fitting for the CEO considering the fact that Seto practically ran the city and everyone who lived in Domino knew it.

When Seto reached the front entrance, he was immediately let in and parked in his reserved parking space, both the brothers got out of the car simultaneously. "Do you want some money to get something from the break room or are you okay?"

"I'm okay, thanks though," Mokuba replied, following Seto into the building.

"Are you going to hang in the break room anyway while I do the interview? I'm sure it'll bore you."

"No, I'll go with you. I want to make sure you're not too mean to the person trying to intern."

"Mokuba, what have I told you about monitoring me?"

"Nii-sama, there's nothing wrong with having someone there to make sure you don't cross the line. You tend to do that when you're annoyed." Seto sighed. There was no use arguing, Mokuba was and would always be the advocate for the little guy in whatever situation. That was just his personality.

"Fine, but please try and resist the temptation to intervene as much as you can, okay?" Seto looked down at his watch and began to sprint, "We better hurry or we're going to be late." The two Kaiba brothers caught the elevator just before it was about to go up. They waited for a minute or two for the elevator to reach the top of the building. When it did, they sprinted down the hall and towards Seto's office, which was right on the corner of the top floor. Seto slowed down before he got to the door, straightening his shirt and tie before walking in.

"I apologize for being a minute and thirty seconds late, I trust you found your way to my office alright." Seto didn't even look at the person sitting in the chair across from his desk until he sat down. The moment he did, the individual sitting opposite to him stood up and walked over to shake his hand.

"I had no problems finding your office, finding your assistant to be very helpful in that regard. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to skip the pleasantries and get right to the point. My name is Kisara Safiya and I'd like to be an intern at your company." Just when Seto thought he could distract himself from Kisara's face, there she was standing right in front of him, offering to shake his hand.

"It's, uh, very nice to meet you, Ms. Safiya," Seto said awkwardly, shaking Kisara's hand. As if his day wasn't already strange enough… Seto didn't know what to do except remain sitting and keep his cool, which wouldn't be too hard, considering that was what Seto was best at; keeping his cool.

A/N: Hey everyone! How was not hearing from me in over a month? BORING? Well, this past month has been glorious for me! I kind of liked the free flow of writing I've been doing during this break from writing but I will say I do miss hearing feedback from you guys every once and a while and always thinking about what's going to happen next in my story. I already have about three chapters of this story written and be warned, this story is going to be very different from anything you've read in the past. I won't tell you what they are, I'll just let you read the story and find out. I hope you liked what you read so far and thanks for taking a glance at it!

P.S: The intro at the beginning was based off of the intro to the movie, "(500) Days of Summer" but this story will not be anything like that movie so if you think you know what's going to happen… you're dead wrong. Enjoy!