And I'm back with a new chapter! I really want to thank purplekiss95 for reviewing chapters 1 and 2, and Seto Kaiba 4 eva for also reviewing chapter 2! As promised, here are your cookies! *hands out cookies shaped like Kaiba's head* So, while you are all munching on those, I guess I'll go ahead and start the fanfic!

Disclaimer:

*Authoress sobs* *Bakura and Seto peek out of the closet*

Bakura: Why is she crying?

Kaiba: She's mourning the fact that she'll never own Yu-Gi-Oh! outside of her dreams.

Chapter 3

I gently tapped the pile of papers on the desk to even them out before setting them in the bin at the corner of my desk. I locked my computer and gathered my miscellaneous accessories, my keys, phone, purse, etc., as I stood. I glanced over at the door to Mr. Kaiba's office and tentatively walked over to it, debating on whether or not I dared knock. I gently rapped my knuckles on the door three times and turned the knob, stepping only one foot into the room.

My boss was currently busy on his own desk top with his phone held to his ear. Seeing him drumming his fingers on his desk, I knew that whoever he had called had put him on hold, and knowing Mr. Kaiba, he wouldn't be in the greatest of moods. I knew he usually lost his patience after being put on hold for over a span of five minutes, and judging by the scowl on his face, it was past that mark.

His brother was sprawled on the couch watching a cartoon on the big screen across from Mr. Kaiba's desk. He seemed totally absorbed in the show until I cleared my voice. Both brothers looked up and I put on a small smile.

"I'm going on my lunch break, Mr. Kaiba. Is there anything I can get for you?" I asked courteously.

The elder Kaiba stared at me a moment longer and then turned his attention back to his computer. "No, thanks."

I smiled anyway and turned to Mokuba. "What about you? I'll be passing As You Like It, and I know how much you like their ice cream," I said. The younger boy's eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly.

"Can I get a banana split?"

I beamed. "Sure, what flavors?"

Mokuba thought for a moment. "Well, I really want cookie dough... Oh but those banana splits are really big..." He turned to his brother. "Will you split it with me, Seto?"

His brother paused in his typing and closed his eyes. "Fine."

I turned to him this time. "Is there any flavors you'd like?"

Gruffly, he said, "Surprise me," and tossed me a bill. I stared at it before shaking my head, but Mokuba wouldn't give me a chance to give it back, for he'd sprung up and near-pushed me out the door with a cheerful, "Thanks, Leena!"

Once again, I found myself standing outside Mr. Kaiba's office, this time, dumbfounded. Trust Seto Kaiba to throw out money like it was nothing. I'd been perfectly willing to pay for it, but he'd taken the fight out of me with that gesture, so easily. I wouldn't deny his hospitality, because he could be so much more stubborn; I'd seen that.

Not ten minutes later, I was staring into the case of assorted flavors, debating which ones to get. Mokuba wanted cookie dough, but Mr. Kaiba had said to surprise him. Why did he have to make it so difficult for me? Well, there was no way I'd be so cheap as to get common flavors like vanilla and chocolate, since they would pale in comparison to the cookie dough.

Seto Kaiba struck me as a mint-sort of man, so I ordered a hefty scoop of mint chocolate chip along with the cookie dough. That just left the third flavor. I tried to think back to when I was a child; what flavors had I liked? I'd been weird and wanted sorbet alongside pistachio, so I'd ordered a cup of that for myself. Perhaps they would like pistachio as well? I was just about to order that when moose tracks caught my eye. This was tough. In the end, I just said screw it, get the moose tracks. (Besides, who knew if Mokuba had an allergy or not?)

I paid the woman behind the counter for Mr. Kaiba's separately, then for my own, and left the shop with a heavy bag of ice cream. Lucky for me, the ice cream would stay cold for two reasons: one being that the weather was starting to get cooler as autumn rolled in, and two, there was a small refrigerator beside my desk back at Kaiba Corp.

Before I headed back, I stopped by my favorite little cafe, nestled in a little niche in a side street, and picked up two mugs of pumpkin spiced cappuccino. Ariel, the cashier, gave me a couple of sugar cookies as compliments. With all these things, I made my way back to my office.

Setting the bag of treats on my desk, I got everything situated. My eyes widened in delight at the decked-out monster that they called a banana split: three scoops of ice cream completely covered with hot fudge, strawberry and marshmallow syrup, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries, and flanked by two large halves of a banana. I hoped Mokuba and his brother had an appetite.

I put the two spoons on either side of the dish as I scooped it up by the bottom, grabbed one of the cappuccinos and quickly rapped on the bottom of my boss's door with my foot. Mokuba opened it and I saw his eyes bug out as he took in the size of the ice cream. I set the sweet treat on the coffee table in front of the lounge sofas before turning and placing the carafe of steaming liquid on Mr. Kaiba's desk. He stared at it mutely, though I knew he was questioning it, as I fished out the change from my pocket.

"Thank you, Leena!" the younger boy chimed before digging into his ice cream.

"No problem, Mokuba," I answered. I turned to see Mr. Kaiba reaching for the mug. "It's pumpkin spice," I supplied, hopefully. He paused before taking a quick, hesitant sip. I watched his face for any signs that I'd made a mistake, but he merely nodded and took another, longer sip. He looked up and his azure eyes were boring into my chocolate ones.

"Thanks."

I turned and made for the door. "You're welcome." I smiled and exited his office, pressing my back against the door to stop my racing heart. I could hear Mokuba's muffled cries of "Look, Seto! Mint! How'd she know it was our favorite, I wonder?"

Thinking of those blue eyes softening and closing in pleasure as he took a few bites of the cool, minty cream only sped my already throbbing pulse quicker. 'God, I can't be thinking of this now,' I mentally berated myself. I made my way to my desk as I felt my heart shudder when I placed my hand over it. Sitting, I dug into my own frozen treat, hoping it would cool me down enough to focus on my work and save my fantasies for later.

Teehee, Leena and her crazy thoughts. Just a note: Pumpkin spice latte is amazing! I absolutely love autumn just for giving us pumpkins! Lol. Please let me know what you think, and yeah, I know this is really only filler for now. I'll get into the real plot soon. I promise. Though I've kinda run into a bit of a problem... I'm getting all excited for this story that I don't want to work on my Bakura story! Maybe if I got more reviews for it, I'd be better inspired to continue. We'll see what I get, I guess. If you review, you get a lovely Kaiba plushie! *holds up plushie above pit of screaming fangirls* Let me hear you!