From the moment Seto decided he wanted to marry Kisara, everything in his world changed. Every day he found himself fantasizing of new ways to propose to her. He was more energetic at work, and his subordinates were taking notice. He softened slightly to his employees, yet still maintained his tough-as-nails attitude. Only those who worked near or in his home knew what the reason for these changes. His time with Kisara had made him a new man.

Likewise, the time with Seto had made her a new woman- but not necessarily a better one.

Finding Seto had turned her life upside down. For the first time in years she experienced real love. It had changed her Entire perspective on life. He had opened her eyes to what love and respect really meant. She grew to love Seto and Mokuba more than anyone in the world. However, finding them and loving them had brought something disturbing to her attention.

The more love and respect she experienced with the Kaibas, the more she found the respect and "love" of her so-called friends and employees vile. By meeting a man who treated her with real respect and care, she realized that the men she worked with didn't respect her at all. They only respected her title and status. The women weren't that much different.

The thought enraged her. The realization broke her.

This served to worsen her already severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The nightmares of her torment by her family which had only haunted her occasionally started making nightly appearances. The lack of sleep fueled her anger and made her paranoid. She found herself questioning the loyalty of her employees for the first time. Business men were some of the lowest scum in existence. So, when she was alone at home, she combed through the files of her employees, looking for their faults, flaws, and dirty laundry. She built herself files on each of her employees filled with blackmail. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it, but if one of them tried to usurp her position as head her company she would take them down with her. Her adoptive father had ruled by fear, and now she had unconsciously begun to do the same. If anyone had dared point it out to her, she would have fired them instantly. She had become as two-faced as a real life Jekyll and Hyde.

However, she was very careful to hide her Jekyll and Hyde personality from Seto. He didn't need to know about her work affairs aside from the products she was producing and the few contacts she'd given him to get what needed from them. She worried that if he found out he'd leave her. So she kept it under wraps as well as she could manage.

Despite the anger issues and paranoia festering below the surface, Kisara remained euphoric the vast majority of the time. She was in love with a wonderful man and was extremely close to his son to boot. There wasn't much more she could ask for.

Well, alright, there was one thing. But it was something money couldn't buy.

Ever since Mokuba had called her "Mommy" in a fever-induced haze, she had longed for him to call her that again. The word was like a drug to her. One hit and she was hooked, itching for her next fix. However, she knew that if she pushed it, he would most likely rebuff her. So for the time being, she would have to wait. Soon though, soon she knew she would get her wish. She just had to keep being Mokuba's friend first, and then hopefully he would come to see her as a parent.

Today though, she was with Seto and Mokuba at the manor. She and Seto were sitting on the back porch swing, holding hands and watching Mokuba play with Spike. When she happened to look up, she saw Seto smiling at her. She mimicked his grin and looked at him curiously.

"What?" She asked, confused.

He just shook his head. "Nothing." He put an arm around her and pulled her closer.

"Tell me." She demanded. But he just smiled and shook his head again.

He pretended to turn his attention back to Mokuba, but he was still riveted on Kisara. Her ocean blue eyes and white hair with a subtly blue hue both shone in the natural sunlight. She still covered up her burns, but wasn't as shy as she once was about him seeing them. Her bright smile and warm heart thawed his icy personality and made him feel more alive than he'd ever felt. The sound of her voice was the most beautiful music he'd ever heard. He wanted to find the right words to express how he felt about her. Only three words came to mind, but he held back on speaking them. These words had been tucked away inside his heart for so long, and had only been told to his son. Now though, seeing the love she had demonstrated to both of them, he chose to finally set them free.

He looked down at her, then moved his arm from behind her to grip one of her hands. She looked up when he squeezed her hand gently. She could see the emotions waging war in his eyes, and it frightened her. She gripped his other hand, panicked.

"What is it?" She kept her tone low as to not upset Mokuba. He stared at her for a few moments, and it didn't take much for her to jump to the worst conclusion. But then, he finally opened his mouth to speak, and the words calmed her soul.

"I love you."

She'd been saying those words to him for a few months now, but he'd never been able to say them back to her. Though he never said anything, she suspected his tyrant stepfather Gozaburo had something to do with it. Something in his past had made him lock those words away deep inside. The fact that she had been the recipient of them meant more to her than she could ever say. So she smiled and leaned in to kiss him before whispering "I love you too" to his lips.