Struggles of Love
Chapter02

To Hate, Or To Love

Tears streamed down her face as she stared down at the letter. 'Why! Why the hell would he send this to me! He broke up with me! Does he really think he can win me back with a poem? There's no way, I'm going back to him! Not this time! I will not be his dog, that always comes back!' She stands up, clenching the letter in her fist.

'I should've never went out with him, in the first place. Everyone told me not to, but instead of listening to them I went anyway! I'm such an idiot!' She sat back down in the chair and glanced at the roses, which lay elegantly on the table. Then she stared down at the poem, he had written. 'He did write it...I know his handwriting like the back of my very hand.'

"Does he really want me? Does he really love me? I can't be sure..." She sighed absolutely confused and unsettled. "Oh...I don't know anymore. If he loves me so much, why is it so easy for him to hurt me? Maybe I should just forget about him...What if the two of us are too different from each other? Maybe we were never meant to be together..." She whimpered, at that thought. 'We have had good times, many good times...'

"I remember when I told him about my love for dancing, he hooked me up with the best dancing school in town. And, he was always there, to watch me...He always made time to see me." 'He told me, that he loved seeing me dance. I was beautiful.'

She cringed and forced away her gloomy memories. "Argh! All of it must've been a damn lie! It had to be!" She shouted.

"...Tea, what happened?" A familiar voice asked, closing the front door behind her.

She froze and looked over her shoulder blushing and losing her anger to pitiful sadness. "Oh...Mai. What does he want from me? How come it hurts so much?" Tea cried, standing up.

Mai walked over to her trembling friend. "What happened?"

"He sent me these," she pointed as if they were a plague of some sort. "and this letter--or poem, whatever the hell you wanna call it!" Mai took the letter and read it carefully.

She frowned and put it down onto the table, glancing at the roses and then back at her friend she sighed. "Don't worry, Tea. Everything will work out. Just give it time." She said bringing her to the couch.

"But, what about him? What do I do about S-Seto?" She asked, "He keeps sending me flowers and visiting me. He wants to know if I want to be with him again. What should I do?"

"Don't worry about him. He's a big boy, he can wait a while longer to hear from you. Focus on yourself, right now. You hear me?" She flashed Tea a small smile.

Tea sniffled and slowly began to drift off. She'd been having disturbed nights, dreaming about a certain guy that wouldn't let her sleep in peace. "Thanks...Mai." She said. She fell asleep afterwards.

Meanwhile

Kaiba Mansion

Seto Kaiba's Main Library

9:43p.m.

He ran around the room, dumping waste-baskets and books. "Where the hell, did I put it!" He shouted. He looked over at the desk, and rummaged through the once neat stack of papers. But, no, it wasn't there. 'I know, I had it down here!' He ran around moving furniture and more books, but still, he couldn't find it.

His hair in disarray and his fists ready to punch something, he threw a book at the wall. "Why the hell, can't I find it!" He growled. And in his frustration didn't hear someone walk in.

"S-Seto..." A small, slightly frightened whisper.

Hearing the voice he quickly turned around and saw his little brother. "Sorry. I didn't see you there. Did you want something?" He asked, hiding his anger and frustration, behind a forced smile.

Mokuba stepped closer a very sad look adorning his face. "I just wanted to see if you were ok."

He turned his eyes away and swallowed hard, "I'm fine, Mokuba. Now why don't you go play?" He replied, not looking at his dear little brother's sad expression.

"Seto, please don't lie to me. I know you and Tea broke up an-"

Seto slammed his hand onto the desk. "That's enough, Mokuba! Don't mention her name! You understand me!" Seto growled. Mokuba lowered his head, and ran off.

Seto sighed. 'I shouldn't have yelled at him. He was only trying to help. It's not his fault, that girl can't get her act together. She thinks she's so perfect. She isn't! Far from it! I was a Damned fool to ask her out. She's nothing but trouble!' He shouted in his head. "It was stupid to write that poem, I better find it, maybe I brought it up to my room." He took one last look at the library. It was a mess. As if a tornado ran through it. He shrugged, 'Hmm. I should give the help an extra day off.'

He walked hastily upstairs, but was stopped by his, main butler, William. "Excuse me, Master Kaiba."

"What is it?" He asked impatiently.

"Your delivery has been sent. As you requested."

"What? What delivery?"

"The one to Miss Gardner, sir."

Kaiba's face went slightly pale. As he tried to recall, having something sent. "I had it sent?"

"Yes, sir. You asked to have it sent today, at 9:00 sharp."

"When was this?"

"I believe it was yesterday, sir. In your office." William said, a little uneasy at Kaiba's shocked reaction.

Kaiba, thought back, and slowly it all came back to him. "Thank you, William. You may go now." He waved him off. He went to his room and collapsed on his bed.

"I can't believe I forgot about having it delivered." 'I can't believe I HAD it delivered.' "I never should have written that thing. Why would I want her back? She's arrogant, naive, and thinks the world is one huge playground. She doesn't realize that this is a place of business, and there is no time for having fun."

He stared up at his ceiling, and an annoyed expression shadowed over him. "Why does she insist on being so stubborn? I don't know why she keeps telling me one thing, and then when I give it to her, she blows up in my face. She keeps telling me I don't know what I want." He scowled, dropping altogether his tragic tone. 'Argh! She's the one who doesn't know what the hell she wants! Why am I moping around here! She made the mistake of leaving! I know I broke it off, but she made me! She thinks she's so perfect!'

He sat up, angrily running his hand through his short brown hair. After a long five-minute silence, he laid back down. "But, she is a great dancer; so graceful, so beautiful. I've never seen someone dance so passionately. And her laugh; It's so contagious. Just hearing her, makes you smile. Speaking of which...Her smile is so... Innocent- Like a white dove, or angel." Pain crossed over him.

He turns over onto his side; His silky-hair falling over his eyes. And he sighed. "I want her. I need her. She is nowhere near perfect, but she's close enough. I can rant and rave, but I know how I feel about her. She's childish, arrogant, and spoiled, but I...I love her." He closed his eyes, gently. His body lay limp, as his mind slipped into unconsciousness. "I love her, but...Does she love me?" He whispered, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Unknown to Seto, Mokuba had heard every word. For he had been standing outside his door, with it cracked open. "Poor Seto...He's new at all this relationship stuff. He can't deal with all this on his own...I wish I could help him...Wait...Maybe I can." Mokuba whispered to himself.

He tiptoed into Seto's room. He stared over at the tall, slim figure-which seemed lifeless-on the bed. A sad frown covered his face. 'He didn't even change into his pajamas… or eat lunch or dinner…' Mokuba walked over to him and gave him a small hug. "Don't worry about a thing, Seto." He whispered. 'I'll fix everything, you'll see!'

Three minutes later, Mokuba exited the room, closing the door ever so quietly, and with something of Seto's in his hand. 'Tea makes Seto happy. And I will do everything I can, to make sure he stays happy. I can get them together. I know I can. I am a Kaiba after all. And Kaibas can do anything they set their minds to.' He thought to himself.