Author's Note: I do not own any rights to Yu-Gi-Oh!


A soft moan was heard throughout the small apartment, and blue eyes flickered open, allowing the pupils to adjust to the bright lighting within the room. He took a deep breath, but it was suddenly cut short, as the rest of the air in his lungs was pushed out under the weight laying on top of his chest.

Kaiba's eyes shot open and he looked down at the dark silky hair sprawled across his chest, and the small figure attached to it. He sighed and moved slowly underneath her as not to disturb her resting body. Seto worked his phone out of his pants pocket and glanced at the time displayed within the small little screen of his flip phone. He cursed, as quietly as he could. But, the sounds still felt like he had shouted the word.

It was well past five.

How long had he slept? And what was he doing in this strange apartment, with a woman sleeping on top of him.

The last thing he remembered was holding Mokuba's… teacher...

Alana.

He cursed again and slowly moved himself out from underneath her. Seto stood up and looked down at the sleeping girl. She was crying, and she needed someone. He just happened to be there.

For the first time, the CEO groaned loudly and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He quickly checked his cell, oddly finding no messages, and hurried out the door, only stopping for a second to slip his shoes on and grab his coat.


Her arms moved delicately, slow and weightless. She raised her hands, adding elegance, and forming a slight oval above her head. Leaning her body to the side, she pushed her arm out to reach in front of her, while the other stretched slowly to pull her body back to its original form. Her middle shifted so her chest was towards the floor and her back was arched as far as it could go. Her leg lifted off the floor in a slow motion, softly reaching up higher than her waist, with her foot pointed and arched to mimic that of her back. The other foot raised the girl off the floor, even if only a few inches, and she seemed to float in that position.

The music suddenly altered its soothing course to that of a more upbeat rhythm, and the girl dropped her stance and allowed her legs to slip her body to the floor, in a full splits. She carelessly arched her back again and laid her chest against her leg, reaching out her arms, and then relaxing them to rest softly above her head. Her arms formed an oval and her back arched again, raising her body and head to look up, with a distant stare lingering behind those careless eyes.

She quickened her pace and stood, with majesty and royalty. Her arms assumed their silk oval and her feet once again picked her up off the ground. She raised one leg up until her pointed toe rested slightly behind her other knee. Her body spun, slowly at first, but it quickened after the first turn. She allowed her foot to touch the ground before it snapped back up in its position behind her knee. Her head looked towards the long windows of the studio, and it snapped back in its place at each turn she made. Her body spun in place for a moment, but then began to move closer to the other side of the room each time she set her foot down.

The music stopped suddenly, and the girl only took a second to drop her stance and lowered her hands in front of her waist. Once the music blasted with a loud introductory noise, she pushed her self up and leaped into the air, spreading her legs as far as they would go. She touched back down and pulled her feet in close to each other, raising her arms once again. Her toes danced and moved lightly, turning her body slowly. She paused in her position, arched her back and reached down, touching her hand to the floor.

Her fingers gripped a misshaped wooden cylinder, carved and curved, connected to sharpened steel and her body shot back up, raising the weapon high above her head and stepping her feet apart. The body turned, wildly and in tune with the rhythm, moving her closer to the center. She slowed, bend one knee, while stretching her other leg farther away across the floor. The sword hung closer to the straight leg, her other arm forming a half circle above her head. Toes swept across the floor quickly, moving around her body, and turning her within an imaginary circle.

Steel circled her body, clinging closely to the warmth as it moved upward. She flung the sword out and moved it around her own rhythms. The blade was allowed to be dangerously close to her body as the girl moved. Her steps were strong, leaping into the air; she spun her body like an ice skater and landed on her toe. Steel continued to move as the girl froze like a statue. Allowing the arms their most needed stretch, they swung around the sword, and then swung the sword around, moving her body along with them.

The sword was flung to the sky, as it spun upward, and the body was yanked to the ground, spreading the legs apart. The chest was pulled to her leg, hands forming around the ankle. And her body move, rolled to side so fast, she was able to lift her hips upward, gripping the sword with her hand and spinning it around before it came closer to her body.

Movement was made at the doorway, and another body shifted its weight as the girl turned her back. A silver coat slid off the shoulders and slipped to the floor, resting down on a pair of sleek black shoes.

As her body rose, and the sword clung to her side, her arm arched her body back into the warmth of another figure. A slight jolt came from the touch, but her body was soon held by stronger arms. She rested in them slightly, and another's fingers found theirs interlocked with hers. She allowed herself to be turned, raising her leg behind her knee, and met the eyes of her captor.

Nothing was shown in them, like the simple blue water that moved majestically against the shores of the night sky.

And he moved like the ocean, always supporting her, and making her movements longer, stronger and higher.

She twirled out of this intruders embrace, but the sword was swiped from her fingers, and rested within his grip. The fight was on as his eyes traced her body, waiting for a movement while posed in such a calm position.

She circled around his body before entering it again, allowing herself to be held. Her arm traced his and slipped to his hand, gripping the sword over his. She tried to control his by slipping her own hand around his waist. Eyes peered at her and she was lost in the deep ocean. Her hand was moved up to his shoulder, and he regained her composer by running his hand down her back, arching it away from him. Hand resting on her lower back, he held her before she snapped back up to him.

The girl took two steps back, twirled around the other figure, and came back to his embrace with a flash of silver. The sword was brought up and it met her dagger. The eye seemed to mock her distantly and she spun away again.

But, a hand was placed upon hers and pulled her into another spin. The sword no longer present, the figure lifted the girl off the ground, and leaped into the air along with her. She landed on the floor and turned to face him, separating her body from his.

She placed silver between them and swiped at the man's neck, majestically. His hand easily caught the weapon and he lifted the girl up once more, her waist attaching to his hip. He spun around, turning her along with him. And as he slowed, her body turned, loosening his grip, and touching her feet to the floor. She still turned, no longer holding her weapon, and closed her eyes to the man. His presence was never that far, and as she slowed, the girl spun on one leg, kicking her other up to knock the weapon from his hand.

Her body was pulled to his, and she pulled out another, smaller dagger, whisking it around his head. He picked her up once again and looked into her eyes as she rested the armed hand on his back.

Before she could attack her intruder, he turned her around, wrapping his grip around her arm and pulling it to her back, taking the weapon as well.

His wrist flicked up ever slow slightly into her hair, and it came tumbling down out of its braided crown to her back. She turned herself to face the man as she felt the weight fall, and was almost surprised to see how close this man was.

Her legs slid in between his as she seemed to fall to the floor. He caught her, however, and allowed her to rest in his arm a foot above the ground as he lunged beside.

The other arm was flung to the ceiling to grasp the falling object, and it was brought to her neck, right as the music ended, with no emotion in his ocean blue eyes.

Clapping was heard from the door and the man flicked his eyes up slightly to find a crowd of people standing there, watching them.

The girl below him was steaming. She shoved the man away and stood up, yelling. "Chto za huy! How dare you! I've never been so insulted in my life! You can't just come in here and show off! Bakapor! Bakapor! Chto za huy! You know nothing of dancing! Nothing!" Her accent was Russian, but the words were unclear to the man. Though, he assumed she was cursing at him.

"Don't you ever touch me again! Dalbaiyob!" She yelled. She turned her back on the man and walked away.

"Seto!" a child's voice screamed, and the boy ran to his brother. He hugged the CEO and smiled up at him. Kaiba was still watching the woman to pay any attention, though.

She scooped down to pick up her weapons, gracefully doing so. Her captured hair that he had let go was a beautiful blonde that shined and reflected from the sun shining in through the windows. The girl was light on her feet, and swayed as she went, her hair following the rhythm of her body. She small, but it was hard to tell the way the woman presented herself. Strong, yet she was soft. She could hold her own weight and pick herself up, but the girl must not have been above ninety pounds.

"Seto! I had no idea you knew how do dance!" His brother gasped again, bringing the CEO back to reality. "You were awesome. I've never seen anyone perform so nicely like you did. And no has ever been able compete against Valentina! You were wonderful!" Seto looked at his younger brother.

Mokuba was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and long black dance pants. He wore a blue button up shirt tied in the front with his sleeves rolled up. His stockings were blue and he wore black ballet slippers over them. And the kid's hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. His grey-blue eyes were brightened by the child's smile. (Author's Note: For those of you who have seen the anime Princess Tutu, yes he looks exactly Fakir in his ballet outfit, minus the hatred.)

A girl caught up to Mokuba, and wrapped a slim arm around his. She wore a simple black long sleeve leotard with a dark green wrap around skirt, white tights and pinks ballet slippers. She smiled up at Seto for a moment, then looked past him at the Russian girl. "Valentina Petrova. She's the greatest ballerina I've ever known. And her movements with those swords are so dangerous, she's really daring. What you saw here was nothing compared to when she actually performs." She looked back up at Kaiba. "And she called you some pretty bad words back there. You really showed her up. No one has ever done that before."

Seto looked back at the girl. She was placing her weapons back on their rack. Looking forward again, he eyes the girl with the golden hair and green eyes, and the way she delicately held his brother's arm. "Sorry, I'm late." He said bluntly, looking towards the door and walking past them.

"It's alright. Roland usually picks me up, I figured you had lost track of time." Mokuba said with a smile. "You must have been busy at the office." He added.

Seto realized he hadn't been at the office all day. He mentally cursed at himself and retrieved his things at the door.

The girls seemed to giggle as he approached them, and he gave them a once over icy glare. Two girls held his coat and shoes. "Here are your things, Mr. Kaiba." They both said, and giggled after that. The CEO snatched the items out of the girls' hands without even looking at them, and walked out of the room.

Mokuba followed suit, and they were soon outside.

His older brother stopped for a moment to lean against a wall and slip his shoes on. The girl still held onto Mokuba's arm, but she wore a warm, very expensive coat over her dance clothes, and had slipped on some brown clogs. Her dance bag was slung over her shoulder and she smiled at the older bother. "It was nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Kaiba. Mokuba talks about you all the time." She said, and her cheeks turned a slight red.

The girl removed her arm from his younger brother and skipped down the concrete stairs of the dance studio. "Bye, Mokie!" She called, turning slightly to wave to his younger brother, before stopping to get into a limousine.

Mokuba blushed at the girl's nickname for him and waved back.

Seto still leaned against the wall and they watched his friend leave.

"Mokie?" Seto asked, looking at his brother, who turned a deeper shade of red.

The young teen scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, Rin likes to call me that. She teases me a lot."

"Rin?"

Mokuba smiled. "Her name is actually Serenity, but I like calling her Rin, because she hates it. And sometimes Re Re if I really want to make her mad." The younger brother explained. His voice seemed to mature from just a few minutes ago when he had ran to hug his brother. The kid was growing up fast.

"I see" was all Kaiba could say. He turned and walked to the car, his brother following next to him.


Author's Note: I hope you guys really like it! I worked so hard on the dancing, I hope I nailed your character, Sjeherazade. Anyway, sorry it took me so long to update. Homework, and I'm still not caught up! But I thought you guys really needed another chapter to read. Please review and let me know what you think. Oh and I threw a relationship in there for Mokuba just for kicks and giggles, and yes it is the same Serenity we all know about. Oh, and what do you guys think of Seto Kaiba being a complete and utter player with these girls that he meets?