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Chapter Two

I knew Kaiba was high maintenance, but I never thought it would be extremely tedious to work for him. It took me a week to notice that the day was easier if I arrived before him and left after him. It made for long days but all my meals were paid for, and I was allowed long meal breaks, not that I took more than I needed. Kaiba was oddly patient with me, never yelling at me nor giving me that look that said he was disappointed. I spent most of my time delivering memos to departments and setting up conference rooms. I was never bored and hardly sat behind my desk, which was oddly located in the corner of Kaiba's office.

At first, I thought it was because he was personally training me and then, because he wanted me within shouting distance, but he hardly gave me random orders. I always had an email of his meeting, what rooms he need, who was attending and what they liked to drink or snack on and the required materials needed. Kaiba's secretary would take care of the scheduling and greeting. I usually never met the people and existed in the shadows, not that I minded. Kaiba always showed how much he appreciated my hard work. That was the only opinion that mattered to me.

I sighed and used my security card to unlock Kaiba's office. I felt slightly feverish that day, but I knew one of Kaiba's important clients was scheduled for mid-morning. He was the pickiest person I had ever seen. The temperature had to be just right, and he had to have the same room, same seat and special food that had to be imported. For the past couple times, I managed to please him which in turn granted me a smile from Kaiba. I turned my computer on and printed out the email I needed. I swayed slightly on my feet and felt a sneeze tickling my nose. I refused to sneeze and moved out of Kaiba's office and down the hall to the breakroom. I changed the coffee out of Kaiba's personal coffee machine and started brewing it. Once it was finished, I walked over to his desk and put the cup down.

I covered my mouth and sneezed several times. I groaned and walked into the bathroom to wash my hands. I knew I had a cold and shouldn't be around people, but I needed to be at work. Walking back to my desk, I grabbed the print out and looked over everything. I noticed that I needed four different conference rooms for the morning and three for the afternoon. I moved out of the office and into the first conference room located directly across from Kaiba's office. Fighting sneezes and coughs, I managed to set up all four rooms.

Like always, I didn't realize when Kaiba arrived nor his secretary. People came and went around me while I finished my morning rounds. By the time my sore body managed to return from the other departments, three of the room were opened. I sighed and walked into Kaiba's office for the email. I glanced at Kaiba's slightly empty cup. After refilling his cup and leaving it on his desk, I moved to the first room and started all over again.

The rooms were cleaned and prepared right before lunch. Moving into the breakroom, I lied down on the beige couch. Usually I was the only one to use the room besides Minako who only heated up her lunch. I felt too sick to think about eating. My stomach was nauseated, and my head was pounding. I was only planning on sleeping for a few minutes, but a few hours passed.

When I started to wake, I felt like I was floating. The only thing that kept me grounded was fingers sliding through my hair. The sensations soothed me. I slowly opened my eyes and stared into Kaiba's gorgeous blue eyes. A couching fit shuttered through my body, leaving me breathless. Sorrow etched in his eyes before a frown appeared. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

"That picky jackass was coming."

"You could have left after setting up that room."

I rolled onto my back and stretched out along the couch. My head hurt too much to think right. "There were other meetings to set up."

His fingers returned to my hair, and I closed my eyes, feeling comfort and fatigue. "Will you go home now?'

"What time is it?"

"Four."

"What?" I jerked up, instantly regretting it. I placed my hands on my head. Two hands on my shoulders pulled me back down. Instead of feeling the couch, I felt warm, strong legs. I looked up at Kaiba. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You need to rest."

I rolled over and buried my face into his stomach. He smelt so good. I couldn't resist. I closed my eyes just as his fingers moved through my hair. I was enjoying the feeling. "Kaiba-sama," I heard someone say.

"Shh," Kaiba interrupted. "He's sick."

"I'm glad you found him, sir."

"I need you to get some cold medicine and a bottle of water."

"I can get that at home," I mumbled.

"It would be better if you get something in your system now. Can you hold any food down?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Satoshi will drive you home as soon as you get some medicine."

The door to the breakroom opened and I sat up. I felt like I was swaying. Kaiba placed his hand on my lower back. I reached for the bottle of water with my shaky hands. I drank half of it before taking the pill and drank the rest. A sneezing and coughing fit struck me suddenly. I pulled my legs up and buried my head into them. "Come on. You need to go home and rest. Don't even think about coming to work tomorrow."

I sighed and stood with the help of both Kaiba and Satoshi. "You're going to get sick next."

"No I won't. I'm going to disinfect the whole building, burn my clothes and scrub my skin after you leave."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, not remembering getting in the elevator.

"I'm only teasing you." They helped me get into the car. "Get plenty of rest, Jounouchi."

I nodded and leaned my head against the back. When we started moving, I turned towards Satoshi. "Maybe one day I'll meet you when I'm not sick or hurt."

Satoshi chuckled. "I know we will meet one day when you have a clear mind."

I closed my eyes and rested the whole way home. He helped me up the stairs and into my bedroom. Once I was situated and a glass of water and a box of tissues was placed next to me, Satoshi turned to me. "Unlike last time I can't stay with you. I left my number next to the medicine behind the box of tissues. If you need anything call me or Kaiba-sama." I nodded and rolled over on my side. The medicine was finally kicking in. Sleep came oddly easy for me. I swore that I was going to always buy whatever that medicine was. I never had an easy time falling asleep when I had a cold or the flu.

When I woke next, I smelt something like chicken. My confused mind fully awoke and I glared at the clock. "Six o'clock," I thought. It took me even long to register that it wasn't in the morning but at night. I groaned and cracked my sore back. I didn't remember waking to do anything, but my nightstand was littered with used tissues and open packets of the cold medicine. I must have been taking care of myself through the night and day. I pulled the covers off, feeling slightly better. After cleaning off my nightstand and taking another dose of medicine, I realized that the smell of chicken soup didn't fade.

I moved out of my bedroom and stopped in the bathroom before I walked into the hallway that led to the kitchen. On the stove was a lidded pot of homemade chicken soup. My starving body drooled over the sight. Whoever made this not only cleaned up after themselves but brought all of the ingredients. I smiled at the sentiment and decided to find who did it, figuring it was Satoshi. I moved down the short hallway and into the living room. I was shocked still by who I saw sleeping on the couch. None other than Kaiba himself. My heart skipped a beat knowing that not only did he come to check on me, but he made me chicken noodle soup. "You're going to be the next one sick," I whispered, trying not to wake him.

"Then you can be the one nursing me back to health." He sat up, stretched and hid a yawn behind his hand.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since five."

"What about Mokuba?"

"I told him he could stay longer by Taki's side. I was going to pick him up later."

"I didn't know you could make chicken soup."

"That's one of the only things I remember from my mother. When Mokuba gets sick I make it for him. How do you feel?"

"Better. Not fully healed but much better."

"The soup should be ready. I wasn't sure when you would wake."

"You're eating some, right?"

"I was actually going to..."

"Eat some," I finished. "It's bad enough that you barely eat. If I let you leave, I know you won't eat."

Kaiba sighed. "Then I guess I'll eat some of it."

I smiled. "Good." I walked into the kitchen taking the whole pot, two bowls, two spoons and a scoop back into the living room. I set it on the table in front of the wide-eyed Kaiba with a chuckle. "What? I haven't eaten in twenty-four hours, and the first food I see is your homemade soup. I'm going to eat lots."

He laughed. "Then maybe I should get my share first." I smiled and handed him a bowl full of his soup. I took my first bite of the savoring soup. I nearly squealed in delight. It was perfect. The chicken was soft and easy to chew. The spices were perfect with nothing overwhelming. If I could physically change my irises to stars, I knew I would. I was in Heaven!

"This is delicious! That's it. I want to marry you." The words I said flew out of my mouth without me thinking. I gasped once I realized what I said and looked up at Kaiba. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and his eyes were diverted away from me. I frowned, loosing my appetite. I should have known he wouldn't feel the same. I silently hoped that I didn't ruin my job.

"Jounouchi," he started, turning his head to look at me.

"It's okay," I cut him off. "You don't have to say anything. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I understand."

He took my bowl and placed it on the table, stopping my ranting. He straddled my lap and looked into my eyes. "Do you know how difficult this is?"

"I know. I..." He placed his finger over my lips.

"I wanted to kiss you the day I took you away from Ryu, but you wanted to prove to people that you could do your job, and it wasn't because you slept with the boss. I also didn't want to prevent your healing. Even though you said it wasn't rape, I saw how you reacted to seeing Ryu during the court hearing. He hurt you, and it's okay to admit that. I won't think less of you." He moved closer to me. "You are a strong person both physically and mentally."

His lips moved against mine slowly. My eyes drifted shut and I mimicked his motions, wrapping my arms around his lower back. His lips tasted of the chicken soup and something that was distinctly Kaiba. I loved the feel of his lips against mine, craving more. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid my hands up his back. He shifted in my lap and that's when I felt something hard press into my thigh. I groaned. He was hard. His cock was responding to me. I couldn't stop myself. My hands moved up his chest and over his nipples. He gasped and moaned into my mouth. I felt my own cock responding to him. I knew that if we continued we would have sex.

My hazy mind heard something that sounded like the phone ringing. Kaiba groaned and stopped kissing me. I held his hips as he leaned over to his jacket. He moved back onto my lap, answering the phone. "Kaiba."

I moved the collar of his shirt and kissed his neck. I could hear what sounded like sobbing and shouting. Kaiba moved the phone away from his ear, and I stopped the kisses. "Mokuba, take a deep breath and calm down. Try again. He has?" His eyes looked at mine. "I'll be right there." He moved off my lap. "I'm sorry. Taki woke."

I smiled brightly. I knew that Taki's coma added stress to Kaiba's life and I was happy that he was finally awake not just for Kaiba and Mokuba's sake but for Taki's family as well. "Tuck your shirt back in."

He balanced the phone between his shoulder and head while his hands started tucking in his shirt. "Satoshi, Taki woke. Yes Jounouchi's. Thank you." Kaiba flipped the phone shut, placing it in his pocket. He walked over and picked up his jacket. "I don't mean to kiss and run."

He neared the door when I reached out and grabbed his wrist, twirling him around. I pinned him against the door, kissing him softly. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his lip. "Slow down. Satoshi wasn't right around the corner, correct?" When he nodded I pulled slightly back. "I don't live in a safe neighborhood and you shouldn't wait outside alone."

"I can take care of myself, Jounouchi."

"I don't doubt that. Your mind is processing things too quickly at this moment and might leave you vulnerable to an attack."

He glared at me. "You are being over dramatic. I can protect myself even if I'm distracted."

I sighed and placed my hand against his cheek. I wasn't doubting his strength. I didn't want to underestimate the anger of the people who hated me. "There are a lot of people who know I'm gay and hate me. They might have seen you coming here if not today, then the last time. They might not know you personally and will do almost anything to hurt me. I don't want anything happening to you."

"Why do you stay here?"

"It would be like that no matter where I live. I'm not ashamed of who I am and will not hide it from anyone."

A soft chime came from Kaiba's phone. "Satoshi is here." His eyes softened, and he kissed me again. "I know one place where no one would hurt you for being yourself." He opened the door and looked back at me. "My house." With that he left and shut the door behind him. I was shocked. Did he want me to move in? We weren't even officially dating yet. We shared our first kiss. I moved away from the door and back into the living, staring at the pot of soup. I could feel the heat on my cheeks.

I shook my head. It was too quickly. I didn't want to move in with Kaiba when no one knew we were dating. We're not dating. I would like to. I sat down and started eating. Kaiba and I. I smiled. Who would have thought that was even possible? I wondered what Yugi would say. Yugi and I weren't friends anymore. I frowned and dropped my spoon into the slightly empty bowl. That was my choice. I broke ties with him to save his business. It worked and I'm happy about that, but I do miss my friends. I cleaned up the food and stored the rest of the soup in the refrigerator.

I sneezed on the way into my bedroom and gasped. I kissed Kaiba when I was sick. I groaned and flopped down on the bed, hoping that he didn't get sick from it. My thoughts swirled around Taki, and how he was connected with Kaiba. He said that Mokuba was best friends with Taki, and he spent most of his time by his side. I knew that I would react the same way if Yugi was in that situation. It must have been difficult for Mokuba knowing that someone tried to kill your best friend and not able to personally get revenge. I wondered how Taki would feel knowing that Ryu was in jail for life.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. My mind slowly calmed and the questions stopped forming in my mind. I found myself drifting off to sleep with a plan to go into work the next day. I was sure there were things piling on my desk, not to mention what the condition the conference rooms were in. I had a lot to do and would need my sleep.

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There is chapter two. The next one should be up shortly. Thank you all for reading please review.

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