Yani's POV

"FUCK THIS!" Seto roared as his right shoulder banged violently against another metal pole. "FUCK THE WORLD THAT METAL POLES EVER HAD TO EXSIST!" I had never laughed this much at one time in my entire life. "Yani," he whimpered crowding closer to me, hoping he wouldn't bang into another pole, "Can we please just take the limo?"

"Nope!" I replied, smiling as Seto barely avoided running into another pole, this time wooden.

"Please? This hurts…" to make a point, he took one of my hands and put it on his bruised shoulder.

"Hush, slave," I murmured almost absent mindedly and buried my face into the crook of his shoulder to breathe his fierce scent. It was another cloudy day; I already felt sluggish and lazy, sapped of my strength. In my head, clouds whirled, mocking me and taking away the glory of the early morning sun. All of a sudden, his demeanor changed and he wrapped his arms around my waist, perching his chin on top of my head.

"I know it's cloudy…" he murmured, kissing my temple. Scowling and surprised that he had noticed, I purposely wrenched myself from him and strode ahead, casually sidestepping a tree. He smirked and walked swiftly to me. Just as he was about to slam into the tree, he gasped and jerked to a stop. Cautiously, he stretched out a hand in front of him, feeling the rough bark of the oak he almost ran into.

"Ahhh…" I said, understanding how his sight worked. Seto looked at me with wide eyes, wondering how he saw the tree in his vision.

"It's alive," I stated simply and was impressed when Seto's eyes clicked with understanding a second later. Smart human.

"Oh, I see," he exclaimed, and then frowned. "No pun intended." I turned and continued to walk to school, slowing down a little so that Seto could catch up with me.

We walked into school and between the both of us, managed to stumble into the principal's office. He was on the phone when we walked in but he hung up quickly and bolted to us.

"No, I'm not going to sue," Seto said brusquely, earning a relieved sigh from the principal. "But since I can't see, I would like some schedule changes."

"Of course, Mr. Kaiba. Which classes would you like to switch out of?"

"I would like to take Independent Musical Theory, like I did last year, have P.E. replaced with frees, and…" he listed his, or rather, our, entire schedule and basically replaced all his classes with frees.

"Ummm… Mr. Kaiba… you just replaced all your core classes with free hours…" See what I mean?

"Do you have a problem with that?" he snapped, almost biting off the principal's hand.

"With you? O-of course not! B-but Yani here is c-currently fai-ailing most of her c-lasses so…" Here, the principal resorted to making whimpering sounds as Seto towered over him. I could almost hear the sweat running down the principal's face.

Before the poor human wet his pants, I grabbed Seto by the front of the shirt. All of a sudden, his face changed from absolutely deadly to utterly confused as I dragged him out the door.

"Yea, yea principal… I could pass those classes if they were important. Catchya later." I felt the principal open his mouth for a lecture but snap it shut when he saw Seto's face. Yes, there lived terrifying horrors. Dragging him into the independent music room, I locked the door and sighed. I was lucky that we had arrived here earlier than anybody else, guaranteeing that we wouldn't be seen. Now, if only lunch would be normal…

My thoughts were interrupted by a note being played on what sounded like a piano. Sure enough, when I focused on where Seto was, he was sitting in front of a Grand Piano, touching a different key this time.

"Can you play?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh wait, stupid question." He smiled and sat down on the wooden bench.

"Do you play?"

I grew quiet.

"I haven't… in a long time. Since, you know… That's why I was so surprised when you sang. You reminded me… of being under that night sky again." Looking up from under my eyelashes, I caught him studying me. After awhile, he faced the keyboard and beckoned me over. When I walked over to him, he pulled me onto the bench.

"What do you know how to play?" he questioned simply, leaning his head on the piano.

"Nothing you know. Mortals and their music." He laughed quietly and took his hands off the keyboard, gesturing for me to start playing. I closed my eyes and felt the steady beat of the earth setting the tempo. Then, I drew the left hand's piece out of the whirling Arctic winds, disorganized, confused, lost. And for my left hand, I played what the stars told me to play, a very high, pure melody. When I stopped concentrating, the look on Seto's face scared the crap out of me. He looked like he was brainwashed, his mouth open and his eyes glazed over.

"Seto? SETO! SNAP OUT OF IT!" He shook his head and some of the fog lifted from his eyes.

"It's like… siren music," he managed to mumble out. I started to play "Baby" by Justin Bieber. The rest of the fog lifted from his eyes as he quickly grabbed my hands from the keyboard. "I thought you didn't know any mortal music!" he said, wincing slightly.

"Justin is the son of Aphrodite and one of the half mortal decedents of the Muses. He's not mortal."

"Oh." I smiled at him and put my hands back on the keyboard.

"Hey can I ask you something?" I managed to blurt out, as I was played what would be the autumn leaves falling from the sky.

"Sure," Seto said, alert. His tune didn't seem to mess with his senses as much.

"Why… ?" I rushed out and instantly blushed. He raised one of his eyebrows and smirked. Leaning forward, he brushed his nose against my jaw line.

"Why, do you want me to be dominant?" I faltered in playing and stopped all together when he kissed me lightly on the temple again. My heart started to race and Seto put a hand on his heart to know that he was feeling it. All of a sudden he drew back with a sad expression on his face. "I'm not dominant with you because I'm afraid that might remind you of Ares. And I don't want to hurt you or make you scared of me." He reached for my face and I jerked away involuntarily. "And you still flinch at my touch." Sighing, he put his hands on the piano, playing a short piece, probably belonging to Beethoven. "The day will come when you don't flinch at the slightest movement. And that will be the day I will be whatever you want me to be. But for now, I try to keep you from breaking, my fragile, beautiful, breakable, glass…" he trailed off, still playing the piano, still looking at the keys.

And once again, I was crying, my tears hitting the piano keys. Seto didn't say anything this time. He let me cry for awhile, picking out a few notes here and there. Then, he stood up suddenly and grabbed my hand.

"Come on, Yani. Let's ditch school." I almost gasped in surprise at what he said. This was coming from the straight-A student who was the most likely to be valedictorian of the school.

"Seto, are you okay?" He pulled me out of the piano bench and towards the door.

"Honestly, no. I feel… restless. I really want to punch something. Is this how you feel when it's rainy?"

"Yes. Clouds suck," I mumbled and promptly yelped with Seto nipped my nose with his teeth.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go home and sleep." With that, Seto pulled me outside. Luckily, it was the middle of the period so not many students were out. We made our way to the office so that Seto could sign both of us out.

"We're sick," Seto said, glaring at the principal. He gulped.

"W-well… you guys can g-go home…" the nervous man stammered. Just then two girls entered the office with a pass. When they saw Seto and me, their eyes widened.

"Hey!" one of them said angrily. "You're the one that made my Seto-kun blind!" All of a sudden, the anguish of his blindness returned and slammed into my chest, making me lose my breath in pain. The other girl nodded roughly and was about the slap me across the face when Seto grabbed her wrist and slammed her into a wall. But by then, I was gone.

Without even thinking, I had bolted out of the office and out of the building, tumbling onto the sidewalk. There, I felt the urge to run away as fast as I could until my atoms scattered and the pain in my chest dissipated.

"Yani! Don't go! Please don't leave me!" But when I felt Seto stumbling and calling my name in the building, I knew I had to stop running from things. I had to stop running away from him. So I waited until he came outside, his sigh of relief audible when he found me there. He reached to me, twining his hands into my hair.

"I didn't run this time," I whispered into his neck, tip toeing to reach it when he held me against his warm body.

He understood.

When we walked into the house, he kicked off his shoes and barked to his maids to keep out of his bedroom. Then, with me following, he dragged himself up the stairs and collapsed on the bed, flinging an arm over his eyes. I sat down next to him, laughing softly. His soft hair flowed through my fingers when I touched his head. He peeked out from under his arm, a light smile dusting his lips.

Hesitantly, I lowered my head to his cheek, but stopped half way. Reminding myself that he wasn't going to hurt me, I gathered my courage and pressed my mouth to his cheek. Quickly pulling back, I buried my face in his chest, hoping he wouldn't say anything about my first willing kiss. Instead, he ran a hand down my spine, my flesh tingling where his fingers had touched me. I relaxed, my limbs melting into his.

Then, Seto and I gasped at the same time.

"Did I…?"

"Did you…?" He reached out his hand again and I bit back a gasp.

He had… touched… my wing.

I was paralyzed. Never had I felt the hands of someone other than a child touch my wings. It was by an ancient unwritten law that only children were allowed to touch the wings of an angel.

With the sound of shattering glass, the spell broke. Seto's hand fell on my back and I couldn't feel his hands on my wings anymore. I looked up at him to see the equal amazement in my eyes mirrored in his.