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Dark Magician Girl Of Chaos: Okay, well, here's chapter five of The Advantages Of Internet Chatrooms!

Ashely logged off MSN Messenger, and shut down her laptop.

She sighed, and shook her head. "I really hope Dad doesn't find out about Seto. I dread to think about how much trouble I'm going to be in if he does." She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "But at least Seto doesn't know my real name and identity. At least I've got that on my side." She walked over to her bay window, and sat down, pulling her knees up against her chest. She looked at the horizon, and watched the sun setting. "What beautiful colours." She murmured softly. "Especially against the, almost sapphire, blue of the ocean. It's so peaceful."

On the other side of Domino City, in his home office, Seto Kaiba had done almost the exact same thing: logged off MSN, and turned his chair around so he could watch the sun set over the city. He, however, was dwelling on the prospect of meeting this strange, secretive, new girl, who seemed to know a lot about him and the whole Battle City tournament, mainly the whole business with Ishizu and her damn ancient Egyptian fairytales. Although this girl, Lucky, didn't seem to think that that was what they were.

He turned his chair back to face his desk, and searched for the Microsoft Word document, in which he had saved his conversations with Lucky, courtesy of copy and paste. He smirked at the idea. Why print them, when anybody could find them if you left them around, (and, have to keep printing out every conversation) when you could just copy them into a Word document and keep updating everytime you spoke to that person?

Especially if you kept your user account safe with a password.

He smirked again, and then tapped his fingers against the desktop, as he waited for the document to open. Sure, for you and me, this would've taken about three seconds, however, for Seto Kaiba, that was two seconds too many.

Impatient, Seto Kaiba? No.

Busy? Not on this particular Sunday evening.

However, there was something strange about him this evening. What that was, I couldn't tell you.

Anyway, he rested his chin on his hand, and began to read the document, with the occasional movement being his index finger on his mouse wheel, scrolling the page down.

'I seem so different on-line.' He thought. 'And I've opened up to her quite a bit. I told her about my parents, what I overheard the girls at school saying about Mokuba, and even about my lack of relationships.' He smiled, a half smile, and went back to reading.

'I don't want to be a man's plaything!' He smiled. 'She really opened up to me, too, even before she knew who I was. I wonder why? Maybe it was because she felt as if she could trust me, no matter who I was. Maybe she has a sixth sense about things like that.'

Meanwhile, Mokuba was standing in the doorway, watching his big brother's eyes reading the screen. He watched his brother smile, and smiled himself. 'I wonder what he's reading, and why it's making him smile?' He wondered, as he leant against the mahogany doorframe.

'(Takes a breath.) Well, you have work, which is working as a CEO at KaibaCorp, you're seventeen, your favourite type of Duel Monsters are Dragons, you know Joey Wheeler, (which is why you resent being called a dog, because you call Joey that).' Seto raised an eyebrow, and continued reading.' You don't want people to know that you want to go to Egypt, because you've said time and time again that you don't believe in "ancient Egyptian fairy-tales" (they're not by the way).' He raised both eyebrows. 'Um, you have a younger brother (Mokuba, isn't it?), and no parents. The bit where you called yourself "too self-centered, and cold-hearted", is what my Father says you are (he hates Kaibas, long story, far too a long for now, and I can't remember it all anyway). Oh, finally, your name, (I mean, your "e-mail address type name") doesn't give anything away whatsoever.'

"I bet she was smiling as she typed that." He thought aloud.

"Typed what, big brother?" Mokuba asked, making Seto jump.

"Don't worry. How long have you been standing there?" Seto asked.

Mokuba noticed that he looked a little (a tiny bit, possibly the tiniest amount ever possible, but still,) guilty. "Not very long." He replied, smiling innocently. "Who typed what?" he repeated, walking over to his brother's desk, and leaning on it.

"No-one, typed anything." Seto paused. "Even if they did, it doesn't matter; it's work stuff."

"Really? Why did it make you smile then?"

"This person-"

"So, someone was typing something!"

"Yes, but-"

"You said, quote, no-one typed anything, unquote."

Seto was surprised. 'Where on hell did he learn that?' He wondered.

"Well?" Mokuba crossed his arms.

"This person typed something that was so wrong, it was funny." Seto finished. 'That was very lame Seto.' He thought to himself. 'Very lame, but let's see if Mokie buys it.'

Mokuba turned round, and as he walked away, he looked at his brother quizzically. "Are you sure?"

'Damn! He knows I'm lying! When did he learn to read me so well? Never mind, I can read him better!' Seto sighed. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay then, only if you're sure." Mokuba finished with a smile. "I just came by to tell you that I've brushed my teeth, and I'm going to bed now." By now, he had reached the door. "Goodnight Seto."

"Goodnight Mokie."

Mokuba walked out the door, and then stuck his head around it. "By the way, Seto, I don't believe you. I know you're lying!" He called playfully, and then laughed.

After resting his cheek on the palm of his hand, Seto looked up from the document he was still reading. "Go to bed!" He answered back, with a smile.

"Goodnight Seto!" Mokuba called, and then Seto heard his little brother's footsteps along the hallway, and the sound of a door closing.

Ashely was still staring out of her window, the sun having set ages ago. She was absent-mindedly playing with the gold chain around her neck, which had a gold pendant of a phoenix hanging from it.

"Ashely?"

"Mm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

A woman, who looked exactly like Ashely, except older, and without the different colours in her hair, walked over and sat down next to her.

"I thought that you would be talking to your friend on MSN."

"No, we logged off ages ago. I said I wanted an early night, because I've got school tomorrow." She sighed.

"Are you okay about going to school? I mean, we could get you a tutor if you wanted."

Ashely shook her head. "It's okay. I want to go to school. I don't want to stay at home and be tutored on my own. I want to go to a school and work with other people."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very sure." Ashely smiled at her Mum. "Thanks anyway."

Her Mum smiled back. "That's okay. We only want what's best for you, and we only want you to be happy." She tucked some of Ashely's hair behind her right ear. "What happened to the early night?"

"Oh, I got distracted. I sat down to watch the sunset, and then I guess I got lost in my thoughts."

"Good thoughts?"

"Yeah. Although, I'm nervous about going to school tomorrow, because I'm not going to know anybody."

"You'll make friends, don't worry. You're a very likeable person."

"Maybe, but I am quite shy, especially around people I don't know."

Her Mum gave her a quick hug. "You'll get used to them, don't worry."

"Yeah, I know. I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm going. Good night sweetheart." She kissed her daughter's cheek.

"Good night Mama."

"Don't stay up too late." Her Mum was by the bedroom door.

"I won't. See you in the morning."

"Sleep tight. Your Father will be here to see you off in the morning, as well as me."

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night." Her Mum shut the bedroom door.

Ashely sighed, and swung her legs down from the window-seat. She stood up and drew the sapphire blue, Egyptian cotton curtains, then disappeared into her en-suite bathroom. About ten minutes later, she reappeared, in a deep purple baby-doll top, with a pair of little shorts. She took her hair out of its ponytail, brushed it, and then slid in between her champagne coloured satin sheets. After checking that her alarm clock was set, she fell asleep.

Sleep?

No, Kaiba doesn't know what sleep is; he works too much.

However, at this point, Kaiba had (finally) finished reading that document, and had shut down his laptop.

He unplugged it, and carried up to his room, where he put it on his dresser, and yawned. 'Gosh,' he thought, 'I'm actually tired for once.'

He disappeared into his en-suite bathroom (which is alot bigger than Ashely's, he's ALOT richer than she is. She has an en-suite, so that she doesn't hog the main bathroom in the mornings, when her Dad is trying to get ready for work), and reappeared in his pyjamas.

What colour are his pyjamas? I hear you ask. You've given us details about Ashely's nightclothes, so what about Seto?

Seto reappeared in his (ha ha, get this) baby blue pyjamas.

(Sorry, I mean 'sky blue'. We don't use 'baby blue' when describing a boy's clothes, do we?) Then put on his dark blue dressing gown, and walked out of his room.

He walked silently along the corridor to his brother's room. Upon reaching it, he quietly opened the door, put his head around it, and then walked into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

He tiptoed over to his brother's bed, and then stood by it, just watching Mokuba.

'He looks so peaceful.' He thought, with a small, but genuine, smile.

Seto leant down, and tucked the covers over Mokuba, then brushed his brother's hair out of his closed eyes.

"Good night, Mokie, sleep tight." He whispered, before creeping out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

(I know, I know. You're all thinking "Aww! How sweet!" That, my friends, is a rare sign of affection from Seto Kaiba. I don't think that you'll be seeing many of those in your lifetime.)

He proceeded to his own room, where he hung up his dressing gown, then got into his own bed. Soon, he too, was asleep.

Monday morning.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

No movement.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Alright…"

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"ALRIGHT! I'M AWAKE!"

Ashely is not a morning person.

She opened her greenish blue eyes, and lazily hit her alarm clock, switching it off. She sat up and yawned, then swung her legs out of bed, stood up and stretched.

"Ashely! Are you up?" Someone yelled.

"Yes Dad, I'm up!" She yelled back.

Ashely padded over to her curtains and opened them, letting the early morning sunlight flood into the room. "What a beautiful morning!" She exclaimed. Turning around, she saw her school uniform hanging outside her wardrobe. She grinned.

After making her bed, she went into her bathroom, had a shower then got dressed, putting her hair half up, and half down, so it didn't get in her face, but so people could still see all the colours in her hair.

Ashely picked up her school bag, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Seto Kaiba, however, had been awake half an hour longer than Ashely.

He was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading the paper, when Mokuba came downstairs, dressed in his Elementary school uniform, yawning.

"Morning Mokuba."

"Mornin' Seto."

"Have some breakfast."

Mokuba scowled, playfully. "I will, but you're not one to talk. You have some breakfast!"

"I'm older, I don't need it as much as you do, squirt!"

"Hey!"

"Listen honey, don't worry, everyone will love you. If they don't, just humiliate them in a duel."

Ashely rolled her eyes. "Dad, that's not the way to make friends, and it's not the way to act on my first day."

"Remember, sweetheart, just be yourself."

"Mama, if I'm not myself, who am I going to be?"

Ashely's Father laughed. "Good point! Have fun honey!"

"I will."

"Remember, try to be confident."

"Mama, I will." Ashely sighed, and opened the front door. (She's walking to school; she doesn't live that far away. It's a good thirty-minute walk, so she leaves at ten to eight.)

"See you later, sweetheart."

She grinned. "Look out Domino High, 'cause here I come!"

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