Okay, I had to get a little creative with this and the next chapter, I wasn't sure how to split it up, I'll probably post the next chapter just because I have so much to do tomorrow. I'm moving soon, but don't worry! I finished this story last night :) Thank you everyone who's following along.

I don't own Yugioh or DW

"James!" I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the dark haired teen, surprised when he wrapped me in a tight hug. "I've been worried about you! Seto said you were having some trouble... are you okay?" I gave a squeeze back and nodded. "I'm okay... just working through a few things..." I patted his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. I've got a ton of back stock to go through, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend a hand. There's cookies in it for you." "Sure!" "Sweet." I showed him to the large trap door in the center of the shop, a set of steps leading down to the dark room that held boxes of packed books. Stepping down, I picked up the first one and passed it to the boy paused on the stairway. Using that, I pulled out half the boxes before smiling. "That should do it for now, let's get to work." We set up on the floor, the shop wasn't busy, but a steady trickle of customers in and out would catch the teen's notice. "Business doing better?" I nodded, sorting the stack before me by fiction and non-fiction, then by subject. "Since I've reorganized and can actually tell what kind of stock I have, it's easier for people to find what they're looking for. I get a lot of college kids during the week now." "That's great! I noticed you got a new security system too." I looked over, confused. Had his brother not told him? "That creep dish out or he make you pay for it?" I shook my head, looking back to my books. "New landlord." "That's good. That guy was a jerk." "Agreed... but he's gone." I felt a deep sense of happiness at those words. He was gone. And I was safe. As long as I remembered that, I knew I would be okay. "So you like the new guy? Must not be too bad if he put in a system." He squinted at the panel by the door. "It's a nice one too, that's what we use at the Estate." I smirked a bit as I passed over a book that still needed marked. "He's a nice guy... I heard he can be an ass though."

"So can Seto." I snorted and looked up, a grin slowly growing. "What? I love him, but it's like not calling Apollo a dog, it's very clear that's what he is." He shared a grin with me. "He's not that bad though, once you get to know him." "I'm sensing that..." "So... you um... go out on any dates lately?" My brows flicked up and my grin turned into a smirk. "Why you wanna know?" He shrugged. "Just curious." "You little sneak." I said with a snort. "We know you set us up, you dork." He flashed a grin, not even ashamed he'd been busted. "So what'd you think? Come on, tell me." "It was fine, he was very charming." I said with a chuckle. "Where did you go? Was it Les Nebal? I hate that place." Asked the teen with a mock face of disgust. "No, we went to this cafe on the pier." "What? Was it Gallette? That French place? I wanted to go there!" I smirked and stood, moving to put up some of the books before me. "What did you have? Was it good?" "I don't remember." "NO! James..." He whined, drawing a smile from me as he flopped himself to fall back on the hardwood floor.

We would finish my back stock, at least what would fit on the shelves, in a few hours. In exchange was the cookies I promised and a bit of help with his homework. I was okay in math, decent in history, but English was my strong suit, which was obviously not as important here as it was where I was from. The boy was eager to help me with my kanji, which was still very basic and actually speaking the words I was writing. "You're accent is horrible." Said Mokuba with a grin. "I'm sure it is. I haven't really spoken any, it's been mostly writing." "Well, either way, it's cool you're learning. You can at least understand people." "I'm pretty adamant about at least learning it. If I can't speak it, fine, but I should learn it. I'm staying here, I should learn the language." I stood and headed downstairs, intent on closing the register. I was counting my bills when the door opened and my voice rolled out, not bothering to look up. "We're closed, come back tomorrow." "If you insist..." My head snapped up and I rolled my eyes at the tall brunet. "Lock that, would you?" He flipped the sign and flicked the deadbolt. "Almost like you were waiting for someone..." Replied the CEO, a tiny smirk in place as he made his way over to where I stood. "Maybe." I shut the drawer and turned to face him. "There's this really good lookin' regular that comes in right before close." His brows lifted as he closed the gap between us. "Really?" "Yea, he didn't come tonight, so thanks for getting that." "Oh, s-nap." Our eyes turned to see the teen watching our encounter eagerly. My tone lowered as I looked back to the man before me. "He's been grilling me about that date all night." "Has he?" The smirk on Seto's face grew. "What did you tell him?" "I couldn't remember what we had, I was too caught up in the moment." I said, giving my tone one of whimsy, throwing my head back and bringing my hand to my chest as though love struck. "Of course you were." Replied the man with a chuckle, arm coming to pull my form flush. "I'm incredibly charming." I was enjoying our playful banter, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy at his form so close. We'd hugged, which I enjoyed, but I also started those. As if sensing my inner turmoil, he pulled himself away, and started for the stairs. "Did you get anything done today?" He asked his brother, spurring the teen into a mile long explanation about the different things we'd accomplished in the last few hours.

"Night James, oh wait!" The teen suddenly turned from where he was about to crawl into the town car. "I was wondering if you were busy Saturday?" "Well during the day yea..." I hung onto the door, not really willing to step outside after the sun had lowered. "Well what about after you close?" I shrugged. "What do you say about a Doctor Who marathon?" A wide smile came over his face. "I promise I won't fall asleep this time." I couldn't help but give one in return. "Yea? You wanna start from Nine?" "I do! C'mon, please?" Damn this boy had puppy eyes worse then Apollo. "Alright... I'll bring my DVD's with me... where do you guys live?" "I'll send a car for you at 8." I nodded. I could make that work. "Awesome! See you!" He ducked in the car and I shut the door, locking it and setting the code. As I moved upstairs, Apollo looked up from his spot beside the table, cocking his head as if to say 'What's wrong?' before getting up and following to the loft. I shrugged as I flopped down to my bed. Since the attack, I'd changed the bedroom around, allowing the head of it to be facing the top of the stairs. I pulled my hair down and shook it out. I didn't feel like myself. I knew I'd be on edge for a few months at least, but I almost felt stuck in this weird cycle of paranoia, and fear. I knew I needed to change that cycle somehow, but I also knew I needed to let myself recoup. My mind drifted to the blue eyed man. His touch was so sweet, and gentle, but as I'd seen tonight it didn't matter the nature of the touch, just the touch itself. I flopped back to the bed and shifted as I felt something under me. Pulling it to have a look, I sighed at the dark brown coat that laid tangled in my bedsheets. I know I should have returned it, but I couldn't bring myself too. Curling up, I pressed it to my nose. The scent had faded a bit, but I could still make out the smell of his cologne. I know it might be a bit strange, but when I covered myself with the coat at night, I felt like I could sleep safely. Nights without it had me tossing and turning until I would give in and go hunting for it. The sound of Apollo's whine would have me sitting up. The dog sat by my bed, a book in his mouth. "Is this for me?" I reached out and took the paperback. 'Fearless and Female: The Art Of Self Defense'. My brows flicked up. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea. It would certainly allow me to feel more comfortable around here. Leaning over and flicking on my end lamp, I settled in.

The book talked a lot about inner focus, encouraging meditation and centering yourself. A regular who saw what I was reading encouraged a class at the Woman's Crisis Center a few miles away. It was free, and one of the classes started after 9 on Thursday nights. The first class had a lot of talking. A few woman volunteered stories of their own attacks, muggings, and the instructor said the whole reason she'd started the class was her own rape some years prior. I walked away feeling confident that I had made a good decision in taking the course. That weekend, when the car picked me up to head to the Estate I felt a nervous fluttering in my stomach. Was Seto going to be joining us? Probably not, I know he was busy, but I couldn't help but get my hopes up. As the car pulled into the gates I felt my lips part in wonder. Jesus this house was huge. Thanking the driver, I stepped to the door, only to be greeted by a woman in black. "The young master is expecting you... this way please." I removed my shoes in the doorway with the others, and followed her through a set of twists and turns. This place really was a maze wasn't it? Finally, we stepped into a large room with a sectional couch and easily one of the largest TV's I'd seen in some time. "James!" I smiled at the teen sprawled out on the couch. "Did you bring it?" I shifted the bag I had thrown over my shoulder. "Duh. All the nerdy goodness." He flashed a bright grin and I smiled back before thanking the woman that had showed me the way. "I also made Dalek cookies with this new thing Jack sent me for my birthday, it had all sorts of Dr. Who cutters because he knows I'm all about that. Look!" I dug into my bag and pulled out an obviously new travel mug with a tardis on one side and an image of a bowtie on the other. "Bow ties are cool." I said with a grin. "I didn't know you had a birthday." Said the teen. "Well it's not for another month. My brother just sent it early because it's international shipping and he didn't want it to come late." "What date?" My brow lifted at the boy and he grinned once more. "The 23rd..." "M'kay." He just gave one of those sneaky smiles and I just rolled my eyes, pulling out the cookies I'd promised.

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