Seto's POV

"We're here!" Mokuba cried and jumped out of the limo door even before it had stopped. Yani stepped out of the limo and followed Mokuba, who was running across the lot. After ordering my driver to come back when I called, I stepped out and caught up to Yani near the door. I opened the door for her and raised my eyebrows when she stopped one step into the threshold.

"Kaiba… This floor is… I can't see through this floor." She took a step back and out of the doorway. I immediately understood. Gently winding my left arm around her waist, I tucked her into the left side of my body and took a step forward. "Δείτε μέσα από μένα, ο λύκος μου," I said softly, "see through me, my wolf." She looked up and I saw a look on her face that I didn't understand. She looked like a child who had woken up from a wonderful dream and had lost that dream forever.

"κυανός φεγγάρι μου, μη με ξυπνάτε από αυτό το όνειρο," she closed her eyes, and walked with me to the table. Her words vibrated over and over in my head. "My cerulean moon," she had said, "do not wake me up from this dream."

I had watched her through the whole meal. She hadn't ordered anything, just ate off Mokuba's plate, as if she wasn't hungry. She wasn't like those other girls I dated, the ones that didn't eat because they didn't want me to think they were pigs. What stupid ideals. She just honestly did not seem hungry. But when dessert came, she smiled when Mokuba asked if she wanted some ice cream.

"Ice cream sundae and split?" she asked. Mokuba laughed.

"Definitely!" he grinned and asked the waiter for one.

She absolutely loved the ice cream. I had never had a sweet tooth but when she asked me if I wanted some, what could I do but say yes? So she lifted some into my open mouth, carefully, her eyes locked on mine even though she couldn't see my eyes. Her eyes were cerulean. Hurt. Sadness.

"Do not wake me up from this dream," she had said. What did that mean?

After Yani and Mokuba finished up the ice cream, we got into the limo and started the drive home. I noticed Mokuba slowly starting to lean against Yani. Finally, he dropped into her, breathing slowly, clearly asleep. Yani wrapped an arm around him and leaned back to sleep. Finally, I tore my eyes away from her to look out the window. The lights on the street glowed brightly, illuminating the main street, but not the winding back roads. After the limo traveled over a bump, I suddenly felt a light weight on my arm. I turned my head, smiled, and gently tucked a sleeping Yani to the left side of my body for the second time in the night, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Just moving my head so she wouldn't wake up, I inhaled her scent for the first time. She smelled like... chocolate. And ice cream. Like lemons, and the crisp sea breeze, and the fields basking in the sun. Like rain falling on pine needles and a cold winter night. I couldn't stop breathing her scent. Even if she had woken up, I think I would have found a way to inhale her scent forever. I stayed there for the rest of the two minute ride, in the fragile balance of reveling in her light, airy scent. And then the driver announced that we were home. Slowly unwrapping my arm from her so she wouldn't fall, I told the driver he could go in and I carried Mokuba out of the limo and into his room. As soon as I got him tucked in, I went back to the limo for Yani.

I didn't know what to do. Whether to wake her or to carry her or to let her sleep in the car. What if she were one of those girls who were embarrassed by her weight and didn't want people carrying her? I picked her up anyway. I wanted to breathe that scent again, even if it was for the last time. She was staggeringly… light. I didn't mean light as in a hundred pounds. Nor did I mean seventy pounds. I meant ten, maybe fifteen pounds. She was fifteen pounds at most. Unnaturally light.

But… what could I expect from a girl like her? Every single part of her seemed to be composed of moonlight and nothing else. I carried her to her room and tucked her in just like I tucked in Mokuba. I was just about to leave the room when I saw something glittering on her cheek. A water drop? But it hadn't been raining…

It was a tear drop. And another, and another. Now I saw the trail of tears pouring down her face, as if she had been crying. She hadn't made a sound. What kind of person cried silently? And in their sleep? And at that moment, I knew that if she cried like that, I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears. So I acted on my instinct, just as I did when I pulled her into the limo the time she saved Mokuba's life. I took off my shirt and my socks, pulled back the covers, and slid in next to her on the bed. Rocking her against my chest and wiping her tears away, I said something that I had only said to Mokuba in my whole life.

"Μην κλαις, λύκος μου. Μην κλαις."

Don't cry, my wolf. Don't cry.