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At his house…
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, Yugi's voice would actually sound like a guy, not a little girl…
SetoKaibafan12338: "Thanks, I liked writing that part. I bet no one's done that to him!"
KaliAnn: "The public is just curious but yes, there are lots of people pushing them towards one another. In some anime, you can hear thoughts so I like to incorporate that."
Dannyandsamlover: "Writing that analogy was fun. He is so like Batman. Only Yugi and Kisara really try to tease him; most I think are too in awe or fear to try and Jounouchi isn't smart enough…"
The Duelist's Heiress: "And I loved your review."
pretzelboy: "I want the tension to build slowly, like a real relationship. No it's not weird, and who said she'd quit being bitchy all together? That would ruin my fun. Pegasus is an old-school romantic and in my opinion, believes women need to be protected…not that she really need it."
Shadowneko003: "Thank you. I'm glad I kept them in character. I had to think of something to happen when he ripped the card and it fit so nicely. You're reading it because who likes finals? ;P"
Plain Text.
Thoughts
Past Life Counterpart
Singing
*Footnotes
POV switch
When the limo stopped at the manor, Kaiba breathed a sigh of relief. Today was such a long day. Thankfully it's over.
How wrong the young man was…
When they arrived, it was a little past seven. Kisara gawked at the large manor. Jesus, it's almost big enough to contain that ego of yours…
Kaiba ordered his brother to go change out of his school uniform and wash up for dinner while Kisara stood there, unsure what to do.
"Follow, me. The maids have prepared a room for you."
She nodded and walked alongside him. After climbing up a staircase, she was lead down a long hallway to an unmarked door.
Stepping inside the girl was amazed at the sheer size. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, a dresser in front of it and a desk off to the side, near a large window.
"There is a bathroom in the door to the right and my room is just a door down. Mokuba is across the hall from me. Wash up and then go see Mokuba; he'll show you where the kitchen is," the boy ordered.
"When did you do all this?" she asked, amazed at his resourcefulness.
The man crossed his arms over chest and smirked. "During PE when you were playing ever so nicely with our classmates," he said.
She smiled and crackled her knuckles, before heading to the bathroom. "Wait you got me clothes to change into?" the tall girl asked of her host.
He froze, knowing that he hadn't. He didn't keep female clothes lying around…but she was almost as tall as he was… "We're almost the same size. For now you can borrow something of mine. Tomorrow we'll go shopping after the modeling session," he reasoned.
The girl bit her lip, not liking his attitude. "Why don't we just stop by my house?" she whined. I like my stuff and I feel kind of weird with you buying me things…
"The media is probably still swarming your house. They will most likely also be at your game. I am sorry but tomorrow will be hard on you," Kaiba answered tiredly. I hate the media.
The girl sighed. "Not your fault. But it's cool; I get into the zone when I play so I won't hear them."
He nodded, hoping she was right. "I'll come back and leave some clothes outside the restroom door. There's a laundry chute in the restroom for your dirty clothes. Be ready for dinner by 7:30."
When the door closed, she looked around. It was a nice room, much grander than even her whole apartment. Shrugging, she went to the restroom and got in the shower.
A few minutes later, Seto stopped at her door and after hearing the sound of running water, he walked in and left a pile of clothes on the floor next to the restroom.
He had chosen a pair of athletic shorts, a tee-shirt, and a pajama set. It was a bit weird to be giving a girl his clothes. It was something a boyfriend and his girlfriend did with one another. And right now they were sort of just stuck with one another…
But what exactly did he want from her? Countless women had pursued him and not a one had interested him in the slightest. But Kisara knew just what buttons to press. He couldn't recall the last time he blushed but she had made him do it all day long. She was intriguing…maybe further study was necessary before he decided to pursue this or not.
It might all just be teenage hormones. Seto frowned, I skip that ridiculous part of puberty and it's biting me in the ass now of all times.
In the shower, Kisara thought about the past week. It was almost surreal. She was involved in a scandal with one of Japan's most eligible bachelors. And now she was at his house, hiding from the media. She took deep breath to take it all in. And then there was Mr. Seto Kaiba himself. There was just something about him that made her want to be near him.
She reddened remembering how she had grabbed hold of his belt. At the time it had just caught her eye. It was only as she actually held it in her hand that she realized what she was doing. His blush was epic, she giggled.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big white towel, cracking the door to peek out and make sure she was alone. She spotted the pile of clothes on the floor, picked them up and stepped back into the restroom. It was too cold out there after being in the steamy tub.
She was most fortunate she when back in the restroom to change, because her gracious host had done something not so gracious and turned on the camera he kept in the room. All the rooms in the house sans his room, Mokuba's room, and the bathrooms had cameras in them. It was mainly to make sure his staff was not doing anything they weren't supposed to be doing, but there was no reason why he couldn't use them for other purposes.
He wasn't a good man. He had morals but when he wanted something nothing stood in his way. And using a camera to spy on a house guest was hardly near the top of his worst things I have done list. Besides, he really didn't know her so it was in his best interests to keep an eye on her…
Swallowing the lump in his throat, the CEO tried to push the image of her in that towel out of his mind. A minute later, she stepped out, wearing his baby blue pajamas.
They were a bit too long, she had to roll them once and it looked rather snug in the chest but they did fit. She reached in her backpack and pulled out a hairbrush. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she methodically brushed her hair, while deep in thought about her predicament.
I'm lucky he's being so kind to me. This room is kickass. I'm going to need to do a bit of rearranging but it's very nice. She looked down at her outfit and giggled softly. He wears little kid pjs! And he had his initials on the pocket! Dork…
Kaiba watched her carefully. His pajamas looked good on her…
She finished her task and walked over to Mokuba's room, knocking on the door. "Coming!"
Mokuba emerged, wearing a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. He raised an eyebrow at her wardrobe choice.
"Chill, squirt. Genius forgot I needed clothes and this is what he gave me."
The young boy grinned. She was wearing his nii-sama's clothes. It didn't matter the reason only that she was. He led her downstairs to the kitchen, where a meal had been prepared. The chef had made the meal earlier and set it down, before taking his leave. He was incredibly surprised that both Kaiba brothers were home before nine. Usually he made the meal, covered it or refrigerated it, and then left to go home by 8:00. Today he got to leave at 7:20!
As there were only two plates out, Mokuba pulled down a third and handed it to Kisara.
The violent eyed teen served himself and then his brother, allowing Kisara to serve herself. His eyes widened when he saw how much she put of her plate.
Noticing his gaze, the girl grinned. "I'm an athlete. This is nothing."
Kaiba strode down a minute later and sat across from his brother. Kisara took a seat to his right. There was a big table in the dining room but the brothers preferred to eat at the small table in the kitchen. After all there were only two of them.
Dinner went smoothly. Mokuba told the two all about his day and then excused himself to go play some games. He figured nothing exciting would happen while he was present.
Kaiba watched Kisara eat and wondered, Where the hell does she put it all?
When she finished, she smiled and looked up at him. "What?"
"How can you eat such a large amount of food?"
She shrugged. "I've always had a big appetite."
Kaiba watched her down the last of her plate. "If you're done, I'm going to go to my office. I'll show you where it is in case you need something and then you can go to your room."
She nodded and followed after him, observing all the expensive looking furniture and trinkets along the way.
When they made it to his office, he stepped inside and went over to his desk. His office was on the hallway opposite the staircase to the bedrooms and had in it a very long mahogany desk, a small couch, a coffee table, and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall in it.
Hm, he hasn't done his homework…"Hey you need to go over that binder Mrs. Jackrin gave us. So when you have time come get it from me. It's a long project and from what I gathered on chapter one it's one of those see how hard it will be when you older things. And according to it, we're kinda like married…" she said grimacing. What is this the year everyone throws me at Kaiba? Everyone keeps pushing us together and we just met!
A well defined eyebrow rose in response, but she paid no heed. "Our first assignment is to list out three potential career choices, their average salaries, and why they would be a good fit for either of us," she explained.
"You're joking right?"
"Nope, this is gonna suck."
He sighed. "I've already written down mine but it needs to be typed," Kisara said.
Kaiba processed this and quickly replied, "I'll lend you one of my spare laptops. Go get the binder while I get a laptop set up for you."
She nodded and left to her room. Good thing the rooms are just of the opposite side of the staircase. This house is a freckin maze!
A few minutes later she returned with the binder and a pillow. Kaiba set up a laptop for her on the coffee table. Placing the binder on the table, she took a notebook and the laptop before lying down on the floor with her pillow under her arms.
Kisara opened a word document, beginning her assignment whereas Kaiba sat at his desk to finish up some important contract documents.
For twenty minute the two worked in silence, the only sounds emitting being the soft clicking of keys. It was nearing nine at night when Kisara finally spoke again. "Hey can I watch the news in here?" she asked hopefully.
He nodded, usually catching it it at ten but seeing no reason why he couldn't watch it earlier.
She turned on the television and flipped to the news channel. I wouldn't have pegged her for one to care for the news…
At nine, the preview for all that would be going on played. "And today we have some very interesting news here in Domino. Our very own Seto Kaiba has finally found a romantic interest. More news after sports," the broadcast said as the pictures from the newspaper flashed on screen.
Kaiba gritted his teeth. Of course the news channel would cover this crap. He looked down at a scowling Kisara. "I hate these bastards. It's not real news! It's just tabloid junkie crap!" she hollered.
The man's eyes narrowed as he hissed, "We should watch to find out what these idiots say this time."
She enjoyed watching the first half of the news segments, but was not looking forward to this special 'news' report at the end.
Finally the report began. "We all know that young Mr. Kaiba is quite popular with the ladies. He has countless fangirls including women of noble upbringing, but he has found a lovely gem right here at our own Domino High, where he attends his last year of his high school career. Her name is Kisara Levanokwitz a tall beauty who plays on several of her school's sports teams."
Several pictures of the two appeared on screen. The ones from the paper, one of them walking to class, one in homeroom, one of them in PE today jogging…
"When the hell did they take those?" she squeaked.
The report went on to say how close the two of them were and showed Kisara fleeing the reporters from her house and then again at school earlier today. "And look at her go. Bet she has enough stamina to sate that dragon fetish of her lover," the reporter joked, making them both turn a lovely shade of rouge.
"…this will never go away," she stammered out. Enough with the dragon fetish!
Kaiba placed his hands in front of him to think of how to best approach this. It was as if some invisible hand was just throwing them at one another.
When the news ended, the blue-haired woman gave him a pointed stare. I can't stay in here with him. It's just too weird…"I'll leave my work here, I'm going to sleep. Night."
"Goodnight," he bade as she left the room. He turned on the monitor connected to the camera in her room. He then wired it to his laptop, turning off the monitor, just in case Mokuba came in. Never know when Mokie will pop in…
She went to the restroom and five minutes later came out and hopped into bed, taking down the fluffy white pillows and laying them out vertically as if subsisting for someone. She cuddled up to the right of this pillow person and fell asleep soon after. I really wish the bed was near the window but I'm too tired to move it right now…and I need my sleep after all the crazy stiff that happened today.
Why does she lay like that? Who is that pillow representing? he thought jealously.
She stayed there moving only slightly the whole time he watched in between doing work and the stupid school assignment he had been given. At two thirty he finally decided it was time to go to bed.
After he closed his bedroom door, he made his way to his bathroom. First he emptied his pockets, taking out his cell phone, his security ID, his wallet, and the tube of blueberry body paint he confiscated from Kisara.
His felt his checks go hot, reflecting on her eating the damn stuff and then offering the tube to him. Kisara doesn't understand the meaning of discretion.
Still, he was curious which made him unscrew the top. People always made a fuss about it. It was only corn syrup, food coloring, and artificial flavoring. Just what was the big deal?
She had said it tasted good…
He squeezed the tube and put a drop on his index finger which he then brought to his mouth. It was tart but defiantly good. Kind of like candy…candy which a person licked off of another person. He shuddered, hiding the tube in a drawer. He would have to properly dispose of it tomorrow. If the help saw it, it be all over the news within the hour.
When he finished getting undressed, he stepped into the shower and let the warm water ease the tension in his body. Today had been stressful. From school to the news report, everyone had gotten on his nerves. And that siren, sleeping just a door away, had been no help. At every turn, she taunted him with those long milky legs of hers, that shimmery blue hair, and…he shook his head to dispel his thoughts and set the nozzle to cold. Even in my thoughts you continue to plague me.
With his shower over, Seto laid down, hoping tomorrow went smoother.
Enjoy. Updates will be sporadic but I think I can pull one off in two days (since this chapter was slow but necessary for my plans…) if I get some reviews! See I've been updating at the Starbucks near my house, so if you take the time to review, I'll take the time to walk there.
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