Yay! Chapter Two written and up finally. Ugh, school tomorrow. I hate school, I really do. It's really boring, and not really much point to it, I think. I know you learn and do your GCSE's (I hate those to) and stuff, but that's all. No big deal. Anyway, I'll stop letting off steam, and you, reader, can get on with the story, so you don't have to listen to me rambling.

Chapter Two

She yelped as Kaiba landed on her. He was heavy, and his weight was hurting her arm. She squirmed and wriggled, but he wouldn't move. He just lay there, lying on top of her, without a care in the world. Charlie mentally growled at him. She couldn't really breath either, so it was sort of important he moved.

"Kaiba," she managed to gasp, "get off. You're hurting me."

"I can't move. You're orders."

She glared up at him. "Now you do what you're told? Well, I'm telling you to move your butt so I can breathe."

Kaiba smirked down at her.

"I don't take orders, Vaupen."

Charlie snarled at him. Bracing her hands against his chest, she made a weak attempt to shove him off of her. It didn't work. She pushed again and again, but he still wouldn't budge. Her breathing was getting faster.

"Kaiba, I can't breath! For the love of God, move your ass!" When he didn't move, she punched his stomach as hard as she could with her bad arm, since it was the only one she could move. She gasped when her fist collided with warm, solid muscle. She blushed. When did he get a body like that? And who knew, that someone so cold hearted, could be so warm...

"Snap out of it!" She yelled inside her head. "What the hell is wrong with me? This is Kaiba I'm on about. I do not find him sexy!"

She resorted with her best tactic for dealing with Kaiba; glaring at him. Not wanting him to think he could affect her in any way, she managed to get enough air to hiss quietly, "I'll say this one more time. Move. Your. Ass."

"And what would you do if I don't? You can't move."

"Who says?" Kaiba snorted. "I can handle anything you do to me, Vaupen."

"Wanna bet?"

"I don't make deals with half-wits."

"I'm a halfwit? If you were any more stupid, you'd have to be watered twice a week." Kaiba growled. He was supporting himself using his hands, and Charlie found it a little intimidating, but she'd never admit this.

"I've looked after Mokuba and myself for years, Vaupen. I've earned everything I have." Charlie smirked. It was so similar to Kaiba's, it was disturbing.

"I know you're a self-made man, Kaiba, and it's good of you to take the blame."

Before she realised what was happening, she had been roughly pulled to her feet and slammed against the wall. She whimpered in pain and fear as her arm pulsed. She was terrified, because it reminded her of him...and what he did...to her... She jumped when two hands landed either side of her head.

"If you ever say that again," he hissed, "I'll make you wish you were never born."

Before she could catch herself, she muttered, "And if I throw a stick, will you go away?"

One of his hands moved backwards, as if to slap her. Instinctively, her body braced. She couldn't help it. It came from years of...of... She jumped a mile when a hand cupped her cheek. She looked at Kaiba, startled. She had never seen the look on his face before. Was he concerned about her? She blushed. Kaiba was worried about her? She didn't know why, but that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Kaiba caught her ogling him, and he seemed to steel over. He dropped his hand to his side. Charlie blinked. What had just happened? Why did he...? She shook her head.

"What's wrong with you?" She lectured herself. "You don't care what he just did. It wasn't anything special. Even if his hand was strong and warm and... No! You don't care!" Snapping out of her thoughts, she glared at him.

"Well?" Silence.

"Are you going to say sorry for yelling at me?"

"If you were any more stupid, you'd have to be watered twice a week." Her own words rang loud and clear in her head. She sighed. "I did deserve it, I guess. But I'd sooner kiss him than tell him that!"

"Now there's an idea," her treacherous conscious said mischieviously.

"What? Am I going nuts?"

"No. You're just being told what you want." "I don't want to kiss...him! I mean, look at him! He's a Grade A jerk!"

"But extremely cute!"

"Who asked you for your opinion anyway."

"Nobody. But somebody had to say it. Now, if you don't mind, I have other buisness to attend to."

"What the hell? You're my conscious! What else could you have to do than boss me about! Hello? Hey! Get back... oh, forget it."

She glanced at him. He hadn't said a word. He'd just led back on the couch and closed his eyes, a small frown marring his features.

"Fine. I guess it's the silent treatment. Well two can play at that game. I bet I can go a week without saying anythiny to you." Silence answered her.

"I'll take that as you accept. Let's see... If I win, you have to stop bothering the gang and I for the rest of our lives. And if you win...You can pick your prize when you win. We got a deal?" There wasn't an answer. She sighed mentally.

"Mr Kaiba, you have yourself a deal."

(A while later)

Later that night, Charlie tossed and turned in bed. She hadn't said a word for the rest of the evening, and it had been weird sat in the same room as him, but not slinging insults back and forth. It was what she was used to, and she'd half been expecting him to start insulting her, seeing as he was allowed to speak. He'd probably take advantage of that tomorrow.

"Typical Kaiba," she thought irritably. "Picking on people, taking advantage of other people's weaknesses. He doesn't care about anybody but Moki and himself."

She smiled as Mokuba's face flickered across his mind. The boy was the exact opposite from his brother. Mokuba was kind, caring, lovable, cute, smart, cuddly and fun-loving whereas his brother was egotistical, arrogant, a jerk, boring, and a cute pain in the ass.

Her eyes narrowed angrily. "Why do I keep thinking that he's cute and stuff like that! This isn't fair! I'm stuck with the guy for a few hours and he's making me go insane already! There is no way that I'm gonna turn into one of those bimbos from school." She shuddered. "Ugh. They are the worst. All they think about is Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba. And that's all. His ego is big enough, without them blowing it up anymore."

She turned again, looking sadly at the picture on her bedside table. It showed a picture of a young woman with glossy red hair and chocolate brown eyes, laughing into the camera with a baby in her arms. A tall, muscular man with sea-green eyes and short black hair smiled down at them. That baby was her. The man and woman were her parents. They had both died as victims of a shootout a few months after the photo was taken.

"Oh, Mom," she thought. "What would you do, if this happened to you? I miss you so much. I wish you were here now. My life would be so much better if... if only...you were alive."

That picture was all she had left to remember her parents by. That and her necklace. It was hard to believe that that was all that connected her parents to this world. And she was the only one to preserve that connection. It was all down to her. And her alone. She had been alone as long as she could remember. But then she'd met the gang. She remembered meeting Yugi, Joey, Tristan and Tea. She remembered all the adventures they'd had together. She'd been so happy that day. Because for the first time in her life, she wasn't alone. Her friends meant she hadn't been alone anymore.