He nodded, and said, 'I would enjoy the company.'

She hugged him as muffed a, 'Thank You,' and started crying tears of happiness into his shirt.

'Please! Don't cry, you're going to get my clothes wet!'

They both laughed, and Serenity wiped her eyes. 'You're right!'

He hadn't laughed in ages. Not since Mokuba died. The last person who had melted his exterior. The reason that he had lived for. Was there another reason? He thought to himself.

'Well let's go!' he heard himself speak. He shook his head slightly and cleared his mind. He picked up her suit case, and held Serenity up, as support, in another arm, so they could reach a faster pace.

As they reached the mansion, Serenity stared in awe.

'Please don't look at it like that. My step-father left it to me, along with the company.' He told her. 'That's the reason why it looks so lonely. There's no one but me who lives in there.'

'Not anymore!' she told him.

They entered the building and Seto gave her a tour of the huge mansion. She choose the room next to him, and Seto dropped off the luggage there. It was late. Serenity declared that she was going to take a shower, and so she walked into the room. Seto nodded his reply and walked into his room, and sat on the bed.

The sky darkened, and the clouds turned gray. Small raindrops in different sizes and shapes beat the earthen floor outdoors, Seto noticed. He shook off the thought about raindrops and started to think about Serenity. It felt as though a heavy burden came off of him when he had first met her, in the park that afternoon. Just at the thought of her name made his heart beat faster and faster. The outer layer of hard, solid ice-was melting. Wait a minute Seto, You, you can't be-falling in love with her would you? Seto thought to himself. You'd promised yourself that'd you'd never love again after Mokuba died. You promised!

Serenity finished taking a shower and walked back to room. Damn, that shower felt good, she commented to herself. That felt really good. Her thoughts turned to Seto. His deep blue eyes, and the dark brown hair. A crack of thunder gave her a start. Damn it! I just hate thunderstorms!

A/N: Sorry about how long it took for me to update-I was at a friend's house. ^^;; Forgive me! Please go to read my friend's story-it's called War In Time-by Magicians of the Yami. She would appreciate the reviews. Thank you!