Hey guys, sorry for the very late update. I've been under a lot of pressure lately with my GCSE BTec + exams...On top of that, I've been ill quite alot. -.-

Anyway, sorry about the short life story ;D And thank you for your patience, I refuse to give up on this story no matter what! :)

(Even if I did pick the worst time possible to write it- clever me ay?)

Chapter 3: Just Tonight

This morning seemed like a reasonably normal morning for Seto Kaiba. This morning, he got up, brushed his teeth, showered, got changed, had a coffee, and headed off to work. However, Mokuba Kaiba had been exceedingly happy over the last few days, and his big brother wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

'What is with that boy lately? He hasn't even been complaining about me working over time for the past week... Did he find an armpit hair?'

A gentle knocking at his office door snapped the young man back into reality. He rolled his hard eyes. "Enter."

A young, dark haired employee he'd never recalled seeing before entered the large room. "Excuse me, M-Mr Kaiba, sir?" The man unsurely inquired.

"…What is it now?" Seto replied impatiently, his eyes deadly narrowing.

"Oh, I was just wondering what I am to do with these data files Miss Tanaka issued me with yesterd-"

"So let me get this straight Mr…?" The arrogant man interrupted. Totally ignoring the innocent man's attempt at a question.

"Y-Yoshida, sir…"

"Mr Yoshida. You interrupted me working in my personal office to ask me what to do with some 'data files'…?" He snapped.

"Y-Yes, I mean… I'm sorry sir, I just…"

"You just…? You know what, I don't care. Just get out of my office." The CEO bellowed bluntly, narrowing his gaze further.

"Yes, sir." His gentle gaze fell to the ground awkwardly, and with that he left the room swiftly.

'Idiot.' Seto thought, getting back to work. However, much to Seto Kaiba's despise, there was yet another knock at his office door. This one was a lot louder.

"ENTER." He growled at the door. 'I swear to god, whoever walks through that door…-'

"Hey Seto!" Mokuba skipped in joyfully, munching on a large bag of popcorn. "Before you start moaning, I'm not going to be here long. I'm just stopping by to tell you that friend I was talking about is stopping over tonight."He smiled.

"Fine." His big brother responded uninterestedly. "Just try to stay out of my way kid." He finished a little softer.

"Yeah sure, anything you say bro."

"Is that all?"

"Mmm, yeah, I think so…" Mokuba looked up.

The teen raised an eyebrow. "You think so?"

"I mean I know so." Mokuba chirped, grinning.

"Okay." Seto wasn't convinced. Though how bad could it be? "I should be home a little earlier today, as I'm ahead with my work."

"Great!" His little brother chimed genuinely. "See you later!"

And with that, Mokuba left the room. Seto sighed and played with his desk pen boredly for a while, before exiting the room. 'I'm going to need another coffee…'

Mokuba sat excitedly in the spacious, leather based limo. 'I hope she's not running late…'

He gazed out of the window dreamily, dreaming up numerous possibilities of the overall outcome of tonight. Though he understood most of them weren't the best; they were surely a step forward right?

'Just one more block…' He grinned to himself. After a few short moments, the black limo came to a stop outside the local museum. Just outside the main entrance was Kisara, who immediately acknowledged the presence of the limo.

'A limo…?' She thought. 'This kid must come from some serious money.'

The fair skinned girl jogged anxiously towards the flash car, from which Mokuba was opening the door open kindly for her. "Hop in." Mokuba chirped.

"Thanks Mokuba." She said gratefully. "I couldn't believe it when you turned up in a limo." She continued still a little shocked, closing the limo door carefully.

"Yeah…" He laughed. "What did you think I'd roll up in Kisara?"

"..Uh, I don't know… A normal car… not driven by a shofar?"

Mokuba chuckled, humoured by Kisara's presumption . "Well I guess you thought wrong."

Seto wandered through the luxurious kitchen of his mansion, and into the spacious living room. 'Home at last…' He slumped on the leather surfaced sofa, hugging a cushion to his chest.

…And then the main mansion door creaked open. 'Mokuba… and his 'friend''

"Seto?" His little brother called.

"Yeah?" The teen mumbled into the sofa, exhausted.

"Just thought I'd let you know we're home." Mokuba replied, sounding almost nervous.

'Suspicious…' Seto Kaiba suddenly regained some energy…

Curious to see this 'friend' of Mokuba's, he lifted his tired, heavy head off of the irresistibly comfy sofa; and turned his gaze towards Mokuba's voice-

'…A GIRL?' Seto stared. In fact, all Seto could do was stare.'Not just any girl. I've… I've seen her before…'

He continued staring at her in disbelief; a pale, delicate face framed by long sliver hair. On the beautiful face were the two most amazing eyes Seto Kaiba had ever seen. He'd remember those eyes anywhere.

'Her.'

"Erm Seto, are you okay?" Mokuba asked concerned. His big brother looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Suddenly Kaiba came back down to earth, contemplating his sharp features. "Fine." He replied. Although 'fine' wasn't quite the word to describe how he was feeling right now.

Seto narrowed his eyes. "So Mokuba, you didn't tell me this friend of yours was female." He said in a desperate attempt to change the subject of why exactly he looked so freaked out.

"Sorry bro… I didn't think you'd mind…" He replied shakily, avoiding the elder Kaiba's gaze.

"We need to talk- now." Seto bit sharply. He wasn't a happy bunny. He grabbed Mokuba roughly by the wrist and pulled him quickly down the hallway and out of the mysterious girl's sight.

Kisara stood; hands locked, twiddling her thumbs awkwardly. 'I knew this was a bad idea…' At that present moment in time, she was seriously considering running back through the door from which she entered only a couple of minutes earlier, and running like hell. Mokuba's big brother would just throw her out when he's done with Mokuba anyway, right? 'Maybe I should leave why I still have some dignity…'

"You…" A deep voice called from down the marble hallway. 'Crap I missed my chance! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Kisara mentally beat herself. Why didn't she just leave whilst she still had the chance?

"…Yes?" She squeaked. This man was scary. Attractive, but scary. 'Wait, what? Attractive?'

The brunette strolled back up the hallway with his little brother nowhere in sight. His height suddenly becoming apparent from the view of her own small 5 foot 3 figure. He towered over her, and solidly looked her in the eyes.

"Who are you?" His crisp, raspy voice almost whispered. His face was so close to hers, it made the teenage girl blush wildly.

"M-my names Kisara…" The fair haired girl responded- unsure if that was even her name anymore.

The CEO froze; and diverted his shocked gaze to pale floor, attempting to contemplate his edgy features.

'It was her. There is no way she can look identical and even possess the same name as girl 'I' supposedly 'loved' 5000 years ago. Not that the whole idea wasn't some absurd illusion. For all I know, this is still part of it… Ishizu using mind tricks again - it wouldn't suprise me.'

"And what is your business here?" He continued stone faced, after much thought.

"Well Mokuba insisted on me staying over…" Kisara replied, a little more confident. "I'm sorry. I know its no excuse, I should have asked your consent first."

"Yes." He agreed simply, surprising even himself at the calmness of the tone of his voice.

"…Should I leave?" She spoke innocently, her blue eyes wide and glimmering. Seto gazed down softly to meet her gaze, before quickly realizing he was staring. 'I think the sleep deprivation is getting to me.'

"Well there's not much point in you leaving now, its pretty late." The exhausted man really could not be bothered to argue - that much was obvious. "But first thing in the morning, your out. Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping tonight." He turned his broad back to her and made his way towards the expensive looking staircase. She followed the tall man further into the mansion, becoming increasing amazed by the sheer size and intricate décor of the place. 'How much money do these guys have? And where the hell are their parents during all this?'

After what seemed like hours of walking, Seto came to a holt outside a fancy oak door, towards the end of what seemed to be a never ending corridor. How on this earth would she find her way downstairs in this maze like complex? Seto placed his slender hand on the door knob and held the door open for Kisara. She smiled kindly at the man's kind gesture; he simply diverted his gaze elsewhere coldly.

Before Kisara knew it, the man took off into the dark depths of the corridor.

"Oh-Uh, thank you!" She called after him, oblivious to whether or not he could actually hear her appreciation. Closing the door, she sighed and slid down to a hopeless crouch on the unsurprisingly soft cream carpet. 'Great. Now there's no hope of me finding my way out of here, what the hell happened to Mokuba anyway?' She bit her pale thumb anxiously, and took time to observe her surroundings. A mixture of pastel colours: cream, brown and baby blues, spread beautifully throughout the large airy room. And the bed… 'Wow, I could get used to this place.' Springing to her feet, she leaped on to the huge king-size bed nuzzling herself into the silky, ivory sheets.

Then, she heard the soft creak of the door.

"…Mokuba?" She whispered.

"Yeah, it's me." The raven haired boy responded softly, and made his way across the room to perch on the bed next to the girl.

"What happened? Are you in a lot of trouble with your big brother?" Kisara asked concerned.

"Nah, he never stays mad… besides he wasn't that angry. Which is strange…for him."

Kisara chuckled. "C'mon is he that bad?"

"He's just grumpy, pretty much all the time." Mokuba thought for a while. "So, what did you think of him?" He grinned, obviously eager to change the subject.

The girl who's cheeks were usually snow white, began to blaze a rosy colour. "What do you mean?" She said blankly, failing to mask her embarressment.

The boy sighed. "I mean do you like him?"

She hesitated. "… Yes, he was kind enough let me stay here the night."

"Yeah, he's secretly soft." He winked. "That's what I call him sometimes to wind him up- 'Secretly Soft Seto'"

They laughed together at Mokuba's little joke. "Well you're here now, that's the point." He smiled.

"So…what do you wanna do? I brought those video games you asked me to bring." She reached towards her bag and pulled out the 3 video games she had promised.

"Hmm…" The youngster pondered, scanning his puppy-like eyes over the games. Being Seto Kaiba's little brother, he had pretty much every video game imaginable- including these ones. But they had got to be his all time favourites, she had good taste. He certainly didn't mind playing these games again. "We should play Little Big Planet 2 first! Follow me!"

Seto plodded slowly down the dark, narrow hallway and finally entered his room. He ripped off his trench coat and long sleeved turtle neck t-shirt, before collapsing face-first onto the amazingly comfy mattress of his bed. 'Finally...'

Kaiba wasn't a huge fan of sleeping or even lounging around for that matter, however tonight was definitely an acceptation. In fact, if given the choice, he felt like he would never get up again; let alone work. Despite Seto's exhaustion, the girl staying only several meters down the corridor to him plagued his thoughts. He'd always prided himself on his photographic memory, and the inabilty to never forget a name or face anywhere. He couldn't be wrong, there was no way there was any mistake. What confused Seto Kaiba the most was the fact that he witnessed this girl die over 5000 years ago. Yet, here she was, and somehow in his mansion.

That was it. He'd put this 'dragon girl' through a series of tests to determine if she actually was the powerful Blue Eyes White Dragon which Ancient Egypt had claimed her to be. Or infact it was just his original thoughts and down-to-earth plan of Ishizu and the geek squad being mentally derranged. 'I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but maybe I should contact that pip squeak Yugi or Mystic Meg wannabe Ishizu... Damn that girl.'

He offically couldn't take no more... It had been a long, long day. He'd think more tomorrow, hopefully his dreams would be Kisara free. Darkness quickly overtook his vision and mind, and the CEO fell into a very deep, well deserved sleep. Unaware of the impending future ahead of him.