Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, see pretty self-explanatory.

Cyberwing: hihi! I am updating again yay~ It took me so long to write this chapter, it's unbelievable, probably this is the first chapter that had taken me so long to figure out. Oh well, this is the next chapter!

Oh I watched the 3rd lotr movie. I can't believe it. I went there an hour earlier, trying to get the ticket for the 4:15pm show, but it was already full! So I was forced to watch the next one, which was the 4:45pm one. I had to stand there for so long lol. But I guess it's all worth it since I get to see it. Besides, I got to sit on my fat ass for the next 3 and a half hours~

I'll just shut up and let you read. I am beginning to wonder if anyone read this crap anyway rofl.

In My Dreams-Ch9

Everyone! I had a confession to make---

I didn't kill 'him'. I know! I know! He deserved to be burn in all seven levels of hell for the rest of his goddamn life. But no, I didn't kill him. It wasn't because I was afraid to, but because I didn't want to go to jail for him. He was totally not worth it.

So here I was, on my way back to my room, ignoring everyone who was giving me the 'knowing-you-had-'done'-it-with-Seto' kind of look. I sighed before I closed the door to my room quietly. I looked at the bed, which was now beautifully made. It wasn't as if I didn't like my bed that way or anything. I used to make my bed when I was on holidays; after all, I was the one who slept on my bed. However, for most of the time, I didn't bother making my bed. It was because I was always one of those people who could never get up in the morning. I had a long history of being late for school. As long as I could remember, I was being marked late. Teachers scolded me, they told me that if I was late for one more time, I would get in trouble, hell; they even threatened me that they would deduct my marks but no prevail. I was still late for school. It wasn't my fault that I couldn't get up in the morning.

I suppose I changed since that I was no longer late for school. But I think that the main reason was because I chose to take my courses during the night. Yup, I am one of those people who get more and more awake as the day goes. I used to consider that I was a vampire when I was young, since I was always sleep during the morning and be very much awake during the night.

I walked across the room, going into the closet. Last night, I've hung my clothes in that walk-in closet. I only had a few pieces of clothing and it made me looked poor or something. I mean so much empty space. But oh well. I've changed out of my nightgown before breakfast, wearing pair of Addis and a white t-shirt. They were comfortable but were inappropriate to go to work.

I flicked the light switch on and my jaw dropped. "What the hell---"

Inside the supposing empty closet was now filled with different types of clothes: formal gowns, sports clothes, jeans, blouses, etc. How in the world did they move the clothes into my room so fast? They were nice and everything but it didn't seem right for me to wear these clothes. Nice but freaky. I didn't even bother trying to find my clothes in that thing.

Instead, I got out of the room, trying to find someone OTHER than the 'bastard' and Mokuba that would show up. I couldn't come up to them and say: "hi, it's me. Do you know where are clothes are?" That would sound weird.

As much as I wanted to go naked, I don't think the people of Japan will appreciate it. I'll probably make it in the World Guinness Record for officially scaring the shit out of the whole nation. Just in case anyone is wondering, yes that is sarcasm. Hell's bell. I didn't want to embarrass myself more than I already have. But I wonder how could things get worse? Don't answer that.

But this was reality and psycho would probably be the one that would know where the hell my clothes are. Therefore, I made my way to his room, which was just two doors down on my left. He had made sure that my room was close to his, probably because he would be able to sneak into my room quicker during the night; that pervert.

I pushed open his door and froze. OH MY GOD---I felt as my jaw came loose. Inside the room was the 'bastard' but that wasn't the part I was shocked about. He was only wearing his black jeans showing off his pects and the rest of his upper, well-built body. He wasn't looking at me then, he was pulling his black cotton shirt over his head. I suppose that a good girl would've run out of the room by this time. A good girl would've been crying all the way too. A bad girl would've made her way over to him and started seducing him. Yet I just stood there, I was starting to wonder which category I belonged to.

He pulled his shirt down and looked at me before he smirked. ANY normal girl would've swoon over him by now. He had the ideal body of a model. It was a waste that he didn't enter show business.

But I was no ordinary girl. I didn't run, cry, scream, or seduce. In fact, I just calmly lodged on the doorframe with my arms crossed across my breast. It wasn't as if I was used to watching men half nude. I have had a few boyfriends in the past, but we've never had any intimate relationships. In other words, hugging and kissing on the forehead were the closest thing I've allowed them to do. It wasn't as if I was playing games with them, but I believed that it is only right to have sex after marrying. Also, for the last few years, I haven't even dated. I was too busy, with me attending school and working during the night. I didn't have time for anything else.

Come to think of it, I practically had no life. I went to school, work, then I would go back home to sleep. I didn't go hang out with my high- school friends or my family as much as I wanted anymore. We grew apart, each of us doing our own little thing, trying to make the best of what's available in the world.

But at the same time, the past year was the most rewarding year of my life. I felt as if I walked out of the protective box that had shielded me from the rest of the world ever since I was small. I've learned a lot, especially about life and I've made a lot of new friends. It was difficult and I've tried to make the best out of it. It had only been last year that I've even saved enough money to go to Japan to continue my studies.

The reason that I wanted to come to Japan was because I've always loved Japan. I've come with my family to this place for vacation and I vowed that I would come back whenever I could in the future. I could always recall how beautiful Japan was, how the cherry blossoms flew twirled around me as the wind blew during the time I was walking down a street; and at the end of the road, a boy would be there waiting for me---

'Bastard' walked into his closet, his movement snapped me out of my contemplation. I heard the soft click of a metal and sounds of fabrics rubbing. He came out again, wearing his same old blue trench coat.

'Bastard' and I locked eyes for a moment. I am sorry, was I suppose to blush? I did a mental rolling of my eyes before I cleared my throat. "I didn't come here to watch you dress up; I come to ask where my clothes are."

He raised his eyebrow, "Shouldn't they be in your closet?"

"I know that," I felt the need of a hard surface again, some place where I can bang my head on. "I want to know what happen to my original clothes. You know; the clothes that I've brought along, in a LV bag."

'Bastard" shrugged, "I ordered to have them thrown away."

I looked at him for a moment. He somehow looked different; it wasn't as if his face had changed. His eyes, instead of looking like ice, had a playful glow in it. He looked as if he was happy. Well damn him if he thinks that I'll actually let him remain that way.

His room was practically the same as mine but was a bit bigger. Everything was placed in the same position, except that he had a wooden desk that replaced my makeup table. His room was a mess; he had wires and different electronic parts all over the ground. There was a metal mechanism that was cylinder-shaped with metal arms extending from all sides. What was that? The ultimate killing machine?

I walked past him and opened the window, which was on the right of the bed. Then I walked into his closet, without choosing any clothes in particular, I just took an armful and walked back. I gave him a sweet smile before I threw his clothes out the window. Turning around, feeling satisfied, I almost jumped when I saw that he was practically standing behind me. As I jumped back, my waist hit the edge of the window, without a second thought, I placed my hands on the sill.

'Bastard' smirked once again as he put his hands on the windowsill, his hands beside mine, trapping me within. Suddenly I felt pressured, as if I was claustrophobic. To make the matter worst, he leaned forward, whispering words into my right ear, "Those are expensive."

My face felt hot as my heart was pounding fast, good Lord, was he seducing me? I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he talked, but I wasn't about to give into my stupid hormones. "Well what about my clothes? You threw away mine. It's only fair that I do the same to yours." I sounded weak, more like I was whining. God, I really hate how he was so close to me.

"Oh." He said with amusement, "but I gave you new clothes to make up for your loss. What are you going to give back as compensation?"

I didn't answer. There was tension in the air, although I didn't know why. I looked into his eyes, I could see his mouth moving but I couldn't comprehend what the hell he was talking about.

"Since you have no idea, I'll help you think of one."

"Wha---"

He quickly moved forward and kissed me. I tried to move away from him but failed, he moved with me. When my head moved to the right, he would soon follow and the thing that pissed me off to no end was that his lips had never leave mine. What was he? Superglue?

I could've kneed him but I knew that it won't solve anything. After all, I was going to be stuck here in Japan and he was my boss-to-be. I've signed the contract after breakfast, saying that I would work for him for at least five years. If I were to quit any time within the next five years, I would be forced to pay an amount that is double of my wages to him per year, depending on how many years until the contract was to be terminated. Of course, in fairness, this goes the same for him. Part of my agreement would be living in his house, I've only agreed to that because I thought that it would be to my advantage.

I leaned back as I tried to have some distance between him and me. What was he? A kissoholic? If it was so then he certainly didn't look like one. I thought he was a cold fish that he wouldn't even react when there is a hot sexy woman strip-dancing in front of him. He wasn't supposed to be like this, he was totally different from what he was on television.

Damn media! This was not how media was supposed to work! They were suppose to dig deep into famous people's past lives and make something serious out of nothingness. Since he was like this, there would be no way that the media would not say something about this. There had been reports about him being active in the championships of those stupid cards. But the media had never talked about 'bastard' being so---Oh I don't know, so 'friendly' and 'open'.

I stood on my toes as I tried to pushed him back; by now, half of my body was already out of the window. I was beginning to wonder when I am going to fall out of the window when I did. I fell back as my legs kicked up from inside the room. I gave a loud scream as 'bastard's' lips left mine. Without a second thought, my legs instantly tried to hook something to prevent myself from falling.

I saw 'bastard' grabbing the front of my t-shirt, pulling me up. When he yanked me back into the room, the door of his room burst open and Mokuba and others ran in. When Mokuba saw us, he stopped instantly, others who were not able to stop like him slammed into his back as they all fell onto the ground, with each of them lying on top of the other. Poor Mokuba was at the bottom of the pile.

I looked at them before turning to 'bastard'. His left hand was holding tightly onto my shoulder, I could feel that his hand was full of sweat. Was he sweating because of the summer heat or was it out of anxiety of my safety I did not know. His right was still clinging onto the front of my shirt, which was at the same place as my breast. It looked as if he was touching me, but he wasn't. But that was not the problem.

Remember the part about my legs trying to hook around something to prevent myself from falling? Well, the thing that my legs wrapped around turned out to be 'bastard's waist.

So here we were. With his hand looking like it was touching my breast, and me---, god! And the scream I gave as I fell out of the window.

Great, just great. First of all, people thought that I've sex with him during the morning since he came out of my room. Those who didn't believe then would sure believe now. We looked exactly like someone who was 'doing' it. I quickly let go of him and my feet gave a soft thud on the wooden floor.

Someone up there must really hate me. If not, then why would 'bastard' and I were always stuck in these kind of situations? I bet that by the end of the day, we would do something so misleading that the whole world would think we are 'doing' the thing.

I gave a hopeless sigh, running my hand through my hair. I saw that the pile of people were slowing getting up and was starting to leave the room.

'Bastard' gave me a look before he took a step back and let go. He turned around and said, "Stop, I got an important announcement to make."

Everyone turned, including me, who was halfway across the room.

He cleared his throat; he pointed at me and said, "She and I are engaged. We are planning to be officially engaged this December."

Silence.

"I am going to kill you!" With that I ran toward him and tackled him down. Both of us lost our footing and fell through the window.

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Well, it looks like 'bastard' got his way in this chapter. What is going to happen next? Will Elle beat the shit out of 'Bastard'? Or will he be able to get his way? Who will win in the next battle of the sexes? Read the next chapter to find out! Thz a lot of reading! Please review so that I'll know what you think about how this story is going!