Went ahead and posted this chapter just in case I don't have time tomorrow, this chapter might be a bit long, but I wanted to show the end of the scene :). Love you guys, thanks for reading.

Don't own yugioh and DW

"Why are her teeth so big?" "We don't talk about Rose's teeth." I scolded, drawing a grin from the teen as the sound of a heavy door slamming had us both looking. "Seto's home." My brows flicked up, and a moment later in came the man himself, an aura of anger pouring off in waves. "Imbeciles. All of them." Mokuba sat up from where he'd been propped on his stomach. "Bad day nii-san?" "Yes." Hissed the blue eyed man, throwing a stack of folders on the couch between the teen and I. "Those are yours. The ones you told me you would do and never did." The dark haired boy winced and moved to collect the stack. "I'm sorry Seto... I guess I just forgot..." "Don't give me an excuse, just get it done." "Hey..." I couldn't help but speak up. "Don't be an ass, he said he was sorry." That sharp stare turned and I nearly flinched at the intensity of it. "Stay out of it James, this doesn't concern you." "You're the one that came in here and interrupted our good time... it was an accident." I shifted off the couch to stand so that it didn't feel as though he was looming. "He's just a kid. Let him be a kid. That paperwork will still be there in the morning." The brunet frowned and I sighed holding my hands out in a placating motion, waving to the barrage of bad snacks and DVD's. "Why don't you join us? Who knows, you might actually have a good time." His stare narrowed as he crossed his arms. "Some of us have work to do." "Then go do it! You're ruining my good time." I snapped, my temper getting the better of me as I flopped back down to the couch. The tension was thick for a long moment before I heard the CEO stalk out, taking the unease with him. The teen let out a heavy sigh as he stacked the folders and flopped them on the coffee table. "I told you he was an ass." I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. "He really is isn't he? That's okay. Even an asshole is warm on the inside." A bark of laughter came from the boy as he leaned back into his original position, ready to continue.

"Where's the kitchen? I need more tea." I said, waving my mug a bit. "Okay, down the hall, take a left, right, right, and another left and you'll see it." I raised a brow and he smirked. "Do you want me to write it down for you?" "No, I think I got it." I stood, and started a mantra as I headed down the hall. Left, right, right, another left. Left, right, right, another...left? Right. Left, right, wait. I paused as I reached an intersection. Was it left, right, or left, left, right? Uncertain, but still confident, I took a left, followed by another. Then a right, and another right? I groaned. I fucked up somewhere here. The doors to the rooms around me looked like nothing close to a kitchen. Dammit. Spotting a light shining through a cracked door, I stepped towards it. Maybe a servant? I'd take anyone at this point. I knocked softly and stepped through, looking around. "Hello?" It was clearly a bedroom, the walls a rich soft blue, with white trim and deep wood accents from a large four poster bed and desk in front of a wide set of windows, their thick curtains drawn. The sound of a shower running showed where the resident of the room had gotten too. About to move on, I noticed something on the desk, sitting beside a lamp where the light was filling the area. Stepping over, I saw a book. Curious, I picked it up. 'Dating after Trauma: A Guide To Sexual Assault Recovery.' I blinked. Who's room was this? It was then I'd noticed that the shower had stopped. The door popped open and I looked up to see the occupant step out. A deep blush ran deep over my nose as I followed up towel clad hips to a well built stomach and chest before finally meeting shocked blue. "Fuck. This would be your room." I turned away, and buried my nose in the cover of the book trying to hide my burning face. "Isn't this just interesting?" Asked the man, humor in his tone. "I'm so sorry! I got lost in your gigantic fucking house- I swear to god I was looking for the kitchen." "You liar." I heard him moving around and resisted the urge to peek. Good lord he was pretty. Probably knew it too. "I swear! Just point me in the right direction, I'll get out of your hair, I know you're busy..." I heard him sigh and the sound of rustling clothes. "You're alright James, you're not the first to get lost in this place..." I heard his feet on the thick carpet as he stepped over, tugging on the book. "I'm not done with that yet." I relinquished my tight hold to look up. He was still shirtless, lord above, but he'd put on a pair of sleep pants, even if they did hang low on his hips. Fuck me. He smirked. "Shit, did I say that out loud?" "Yes you did." He tapped my chin and walked around the desk, replacing the book and grabbing an empty mug in exchange. "Come on, I'll show you." A large hand wrapped with mine and tugged me forward.

The walls of the mansion were covered in art of all kinds, most were dark as we walked through the halls at a lazy pace, my eyes turning to the art so I wouldn't stare at the sculpted man at my side. "I'm sorry I interrupted your good time James... I didn't realize..." I blinked as we arrived at the room I'd been so avidly looking for. Fortunately for me the kettle was hanging just above the stove. His fingers tugged to keep me at his side for a moment longer, those bright eyes coming to look my way. "I know I can be..." "An ass?" I smirked a bit. "To some..." He leaned my hand up and pressed a kiss to it. "To most." I corrected, drawing a rumble of amusement from him. "To most." He confirmed. "But not to you." "Why? Am I special?" I was fishing. I was so fishing, and judging by his snort, he knew it. "Like you don't know." He took a step in, fingers still laced with mine. "Call me thick." I teased. "You're many things, but thick isn't one of them." "Watch out, that was almost a compliment." I replied with a tiny grin, drawing the barest curl of his lips as our noses brushed. I couldn't help it, the memory of his lips from our date would push me to meet them once more. They were just as I remembered them. If not better this time. Lips would part and tongues would just barely brush as I felt him twitch against my hip. Fear swept down for just the barest of a second before the sound of a pointed throat clearing would have us apart and looking over to see a smug looking Mokuba, a smirk on his face. "I was starting to get worried about you... but you're fine." "Well I was until you interrupted. Don't ruin this for me." I scolded, drawing a rumble from the man before me, his lips pressing to my cheek chastely. "I have a few things to finish up anyway..." He turned away and I gave a slightly dirty look to the grinning teen. "Behave yourselves." Said the tall man as he refilled his mug from a waiting pot, giving his brother's thick hair a ruffle as he walked by.

We watched well into the night, until the teen's yawns would finally bring a stop to it. "I think I'm calling it James." Said the boy around another wide yawn. "Alright... I'll leave my copies here, you can watch it when you have a chance..." I said as I moved to start collecting my few scattered belongings. "Just leave it, we can pick it up in the morning. Come on, I'll show you to a guest room." I blinked. "Oh... I hadn't really planned on staying..." "I don't want to drag the driver out of bed, it's not like we don't have the room." He gave a smile. "It's no trouble. Come on..." He stood and I reluctantly followed. I wasn't so sure about this, but unwilling to appear rude, I did as he asked. He led me down a few different halls until we ended up down a familiar hall that I'd found the blue eyed man's room. "My room's right there, and Seto's is there if you need anything." Said the teen, pointing out the different doors. "You can use that room." "Okay... thanks Mokuba." He gave a tired smile. "No problem. Night James." "Night..." He stepped inside his room and I moved in mine. It was simple. Tan walls with white carpet. There were two doors off to the right, quick exploration would find them to be a closet and bathroom. The bed was much bigger then my modest queen sized one at home, and much more comfortable. Thankful I'd opted for yoga pants for this outing, I stripped down to the simple tank top I had on under my button down. 'Its like a hotel. A super nice hotel.' I told myself. I tried sleeping... I was tired, but I couldn't get relaxed enough to doze off. My paranoia would spike at every little sound from the large house, even though I knew such a big building was bound to have it's groans. That's why I liked the open concept of my loft, I could see down the stairs, so if someone was coming I knew it. Finally giving in, I flicked on the bedside lamp and dug into my bag. I always had a book on me, and today was no exception. Thankfully I'd stashed the self defense book in the sack as a last minute addition. Making myself comfortable on my stomach, with a pillow tucked under my chest, I restarted the book, ready to wait out the night.

It would be several hours later did a soft knock have my body tense as I looked up. I pushed my glasses up my nose to get a better view, relaxing as soon as I saw who it was. "Seto... What are you doing up?" I asked quietly. "I could ask you the same thing..." He replied, coming to take a seat at the end of the bed. "Reading. Lost track of time..." I said, leaning up to grab my phone on the nightstand and checking the time. 4:17 AM. Jesus. "You should be sleeping." He chided. "Pot, meet kettle." I replied with a smirk. "I've been working, I just finished. I was going to bed." "Really? I wish I could work shirtless." I said, drawing a snort from the man. "Don't be cute. What's wrong James? Why are you still up?" I sighed and popped the book shut, setting my chin on the binding. "I can't sleep..." "Why?" "I don't know... strange house... big strange house..." I shrugged a bit. "I'm alone... I'm used to Apollo being nearby... just in case." "You didn't have to stay if you weren't comfortable James." "I know... but I didn't want to make Mokuba wake up the driver and I... I kinda wanted to test myself?" My brows pinned in thought as I looked away from him. "I'm really trying to take steps out of my comfort zone... I just started taking self defense at the Women's Center down town, and we talked a lot the first day... They say that small victories are everything... Taking walks in the park, talk to friends you haven't in a while, pick up a new hobby..." I looked at the book in my hands and fiddled with it a bit. "They encourage you to do it with friends but... I don't really have any friends other then you guys, sad as it is..." I snorted a bit. "So I thought... maybe this would be for me... and it is! I mean I'm okay, I'm not upset or anything, just not okay enough to sleep... if that makes sense." "It does... Wait here..." He got up and stepped out, returning a few minutes later with a pair of mugs looped through his long fingers and a book in the other. "Move over." I scooted and sat up, hands coming out as he offered me one. "What's this?" I asked, hovering it under my nose and sniffing. "It's tea... my mother used to make it when I couldn't sleep." My brows lifted. He'd never mentioned his mother before. "It smells good... my dad would make us watch the farm report or the weather channel when we couldn't sleep." He smirked and I had to smile a bit. "Still works. I watch weather, I'm out. I need to find a US stream, every time I watch it here, I get too busy reading the subtitles."

"I didn't know you had tattoos." My brows lifted from my spot beside him. We'd came to a comfortable silence after we'd finished our tea, and had settled in just enjoying the other's company while we read our respective books. I looked back to see his eyes on my shoulder. "In all fairness, my tattoos are really geeky..." I muttered, leaning my arm so he could see better. "That one's a quill..." I sat up and lifted my other arm, showing a triangle with a circle inside and a line up the middle. "That's a Harry Potter one." He smirked and I had to grin. "I got this one before I left for New York..." I lifted the hem of my tanktop to show my hip bone, a Tardis resting just inside. "This one's my favorite though..." I lifted the shirt a bit more to show my ribs, a quote written in beautiful calligraphy, surrounded by swirling gear-like symbols. "In 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important... The Doctor, 11th hour." I smiled fondly as I remembered it's image. "I got it after I was attacked in Central Park... I got it in my head I was just... another victim another statistic..." "You're more then that." He said firmly. "I am more then that... and I know it..." I lowered my shirt and sighed, taking my glasses off to rub my nose. "It's just remembering. I've done this before... It's just like a scar, tore open." I scowled. "It's just open, and I'll think it's starting to scab over and whoops, now it's bleeding again... just stop." "These things take time James... it doesn't heal overnight. If anything a scar takes longer..." I groaned and reached up, almost tearing my hair out of the bun I had it in. "It's so frustrating... I'm scared and... I don't want to be!" I dug my fingers into my scalp and scratched. "Like this. I'm scared of this..." I grabbed my curls in my hands. "I'm scared someone's going to grab it... I'm scared without my glasses, things I can't see. Scared of a name. I feel like a child." "You have every right to feel that way." "I don't want too." "We can't control our fear... but... we can try to tame it..." He leaned forward and a long finger gently brushed my hair out of my face. "Were you afraid of that?" He asked softly. "No... but if there's one person that can get away with it, it's you..." "One is better then none." A deep yawn would finally make it's way passed my lips and I grabbed my glasses. "I think... I'm finally tired..." I said as I wiped the tears that had leaked from it. "I'll see if the driver is up yet..." He moved to get up and I gently tugged on his hand. "Just... stay? I wanna stay if I can and if I'm not alone...maybe I can..." "You sure that's what you want?" Another look of deep thought crossed my face. "I want it a lot... and I think if I'm ever going too get to the point I can be intimate with anyone it's got to start here." I felt a blush creep over my nose and I ran a hand through my thick locks once more. "I mean- I don't... You're the only one I'm even remotely comfortable around- Damn. This sounded so different in my head..." A deep rumble left him and a finger pressed on my lips, drawing my silence. "Just do what you need too..." Leaning up to put my book on the nightstand with my glasses, I burrowed into the covers as he flicked off the light.

I don't know when I dozed off, normally I have to force myself through a countdown, but I knew I had to be dreaming. Memories of the night of my attack were fuzzy, and filled in from my night in Central Park and even with my date with Seto. I remember leaning in for our kiss happy, but when I pulled back it was Jensu. Disgust and revulsion filled me to my very core as the feeling of hands running over my body came to me. No! No no no no nono- "Shhhh..." My eyes snapped open and I felt a tight grip over my form. Panic raced through until I heard who it was. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay." A deep sense of relief filled my stomach, and I sighed, slumping back to the bed. A smooth hand touched my face and looked up to that bright stare. "You were thrashing... I didn't mean to scare you." He said quietly. "It's okay... I do it at home too..." I murmured, taking another deep breath. He was on his side, in the same position he'd been when we'd settled in last night, on top of the covers. "Did you sleep?" I asked. "A little. I don't sleep much." "Aren't you cold? I know I hog the blankets, but all you gotta do is yank them back, I swear." "I'm okay." My hand slithered out from the thick covers and pressed my fingers to his hard stomach. "Jesus. You're freezing. It's no wonder, you don't have an ounce of fat on you." I gave a playful smirk. "You know in a snowstorm you'd probably die." He snorted and I saw his lips curl in a tiny smile. "I'll remember that." "Good! Until then..." I tugged at the blankets under his hip and he shifted to free them before crawling under. "Holy- You're radiating cold. I had this bed nice and toasty." I complained. "You invited me." He said with a rumble. "I guess..." I pressed in closer and ignored his look of surprise as I nestled in under his arm. His skin was chilly to the touch, but warmed quickly with my own pressed so close. I felt... safe. I felt like I did when I went to bed wearing his jacket. Slowly, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I felt a soft kiss to the crown of my head. "Why are you so nice to me Seto?" I asked softly. "I don't know... because I like you, I suppose." "If I hadn't been attacked... would you still be nice to me?" He sighed and his thumb started a mindless sweep over my shoulder. "I don't know..." "Why not?" My brows pinned. "Because I'm an ass... as you remind me." I snorted. "I do like you James... I liked you before, I still like you now." It almost sounded forced, like he was making himself answer my questions. I tilted my head up to see his eyes trained on the ceiling, a hard look of thought on his face. "Really?" His intense thoughts seemed to ease and he looked down. "What's with the 20 questions?" "I don't know... I guess I'm just making sure this isn't... a pity thing." I rested my head on his chest once more. "We went on one date... you aren't obligated to be with me. Even if you saved me. We can just be friends." "Is that what you want?" "That's not what the question is... Look, I'm... a fucking mess right now, and that doesn't need to be your problem. I don't know what kind of girlfriend I can really be right now." "So what do you want James?" "I want to be happy." I braved a look up to him once more. "And... you make me happy... but you deserve to be happy too..." "I don't know how to be happy." "Please." I grunted. "I don't... I was content just running my company... Mokuba was the one that told me I should branch out... Then with everything that's happened..." "So it is a pity thing..." I moved to sit up and felt his arm tug on my form. "No! Well, it was, I..." I pulled myself free and sat up, grabbing my glasses. "Come on James, that's not fair. I'm not any good at this." "It was a question. Do you want to be with me, or do you want to stay friends." He didn't answer and I pressed a hand to his chest as I moved over his form to get off the bed. "Just... think about it. I should probably go." I grabbed my shirt and bag before ducking out of the guest room and back towards the living room.

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