AN: So sorry I took forever to update! I've been having really tough writers block plus a ton of homework and school stress to boot. Though, I recently discovered that yaois really get my creative juices flowing for some reason, so I guess I know what I need to do when I'm really stuck again. :3


"You're back early," Mr. Seto Kaiba comments as you walk into the conference room. You pull out some documents from the box you carry in your hands, and begin to arrange them on the table. You make sure each is set nicely, and ignore the calculating gaze burning a hole through your blazer and into your back. You walk away from him to check the coffee machine. Seto Kaiba may know how to make coffee to his taste, but not everyone is a fan of coffee as black as a Red Eyes Black Dragon's scales. Luckily enough, he hasn't started it yet so you begin to work on it before acknowledging your boss.

"I apologize for my tardiness. I should have come back sooner."

You hear a shuffling sound, and when you turn you see him leaning on the conference table, arms crossed, piercing eyes trained right on you. You ignore the uncomfortable silence as you continue with what you were doing; you've been dealing with it long enough to not be bothered anymore. Unfortunately, what you're not used to from him is compassion.

"Did something happen?"

It's a barely there question. So much so, you have to ask yourself if you really heard anything. But when you look up, you see the concern in his eyes. It's hidden, and honestly anyone who isn't used to his usual expression would think he was glaring, but the emotion is still there. You hesitate as you think on how to respond, but keep your steely face in light of the situation.

Rather than touch on the painful subject, you break the eye contact to look at the clock, then respond, "Sir, it's almost time for your meeting. I'll go see to president Miyamoto and escort him in shortly."

You can hear a small huff escape the older Kaiba, but continue on with your duties. It's all you could do at the moment so you wouldn't have to think about this morning. You find Mr. Miyamoto waiting in the lobby area, and lead him up to the conference room. You briefly inform him of the current plans Seto has for their project, and ask if there's anything he would like for you to take note of for the upcoming collaboration. After a few quick requests—mostly those dealing with privacy again—the meeting commences. During the meeting, you jot every note down, many times word for word. You find it very easy as time progresses to focus solely on the task at hand. Before you know it, the meeting is over, you have half a notebook worth of pages, and you feel your brain start to buzz. Little words and specific voices bubble up the surface, making you cringe. To avoid it, you decide to focus on a single task as soon as possible, and only focus on that.

The day drags away like that, wearing you down more than usual as you do all you can to avoid thinking. You even refuse to look at your phone as you know that will allow your mind to wander. You work tirelessly, even forgetting to go on your lunch break. By the time 5 pm rolls around, Seto is impressed to see a number of emails you had CC'ed him on for orders and meetings. You were on a roll.

Fortunately for you, that meant you had finished all your work early and had even gotten ahead.

Unfortunately, that also meant that you had a lot of free time for your mind to wander. That was something you did not want to happen at all. By some miracle, Seto Kaiba had come to discover that he could be a gracious man as evidenced by the fact that he told you to leave early for the day. He, in contrast, stayed behind to work on some proposals for the project with president Miyamoto.

'The man never sleeps,' you think to yourself passively as you grab your bag and head out.

You tap your fingers against your thigh as you walk, thinking about the various things you did during the day. You play each thing out in your head and look for any flaws you may have missed, or mistakes you may need to correct. You begin to plan what else you can do tomorrow so you can be as efficient as today, and hope that a lot of work will come up before the end of the night so you won't have to think again tomorrow.

You head down the hall leading to the elevator. You feel yourself slow suddenly, your mouth growing dry, but continue repeating the message you had written earlier to thank Mr. Miyamoto for meeting with Kaiba Corps. today. You take a shaky breath as you get in arms reach of the elevator doors. But before you are able to push the elevator button to head down, the bell suddenly chimes, and the doors open.

You can repeat messages and busy your mind with clunky information, but that doesn't change the fact that when a problem is right before you, it can't be avoided. Your tapping fingers still on your thighs, your index finger still poised in the air, ready to come down. Your breath stills in your throat, and your eyes begin to water from the lack of blinking.

The vice president keeps still for a bit, but strides past you without a word. The doors begin to close before you, but you reach out your hand at the last second. You are half disappointed that the sensors recognized your hand as the doors closing around you present a welcome distraction to your sudden torrent of thoughts and emotions. You clench your jaw, and take precise steps into the elevator, making sure to lean away from the camera once inside, and quickly pull out your phone.

You need to talk to someone, but you can't talk to Mai right now. That wound is still too fresh.

You need to talk to someone you've always been able to trust. Someone who's always looks out for you, and makes you feel better by just being herself.

You go through your contacts and look through the N section. Quickly you find the contact you were searching for, and hit "Dial."

After a few rings, you hear a chipper, "Hello?"

You smile softly, pulling into yourself and close your eyes. It's been a while since you last saw each other, but she'll always be the same Naoko. You quickly clear your throat and then respond, "Hey sis! Long time no see. How've you been?"

A happy, "(Y.N.)!" sounds out from the phone. You have to pull your phone away from the sudden loudness, but laugh just the same from hearing the excitement.

Yes. The person you needed most right now is your dear sister, because your little sister is a sweetheart, and she will always be by your side if you ask. Besides, it's been long enough since you talked to your very own Snow White. Time to get an update on her, and see if maybe she'd like a roommate for a few days…