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Yay, chapter 11!!! *hugs a random kitty* I hug kitties when I'm happy ^_^ *is scratched* \\\ Ouchies...
Meowth: Fury swipes!
Me: What are YOU doing here?
Meowth: I'm scratching you ^_~
Me: Ummmm...I haven't watched Pokemon since 5th grade... *presses security button*
Meowth: -.-U WHY NOT?!?!
Me: Because, um.... *gets nervous* I, kinda, um...dunno? ((O.O))
Meowth: Well then I am staying here. Forever. As your annoying lil kitty.
Me: YAY! REALLY?! *reaches for pink ribbon* Let's make you pretty!!!!
Meowth: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *runs away*
Me: Oh, well.
Ok then, chapter 11! SQUEE!
Everyone: o.O JUST READ THE CHAPTER!!!
Me: Fine, fine. T_T
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Toria rose from her bed the following morning with a sigh. She remembered her phone call to Yugi's last night as vividly as though it had been only five minutes ago.
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"Hey, is Yugi there?"
"Yeah, hi, Toria. How is Kaiba treating you?"
"I'm fine, he's not psycho or anything." She paused as she heard laughter in the background. "Listen, can I talk to Tea? This is kind of a girl problem."
There was a pause. "Um, sure...I'll get her. Tea? Tea!" Footsteps drumming on carpeting. Someone picked up the phone.
"Listen, Tea, it's about Kaiba..." I began. But it was Joey's voice that exploded onto the phone.
"What did dat stupid losah do to ya? Do I need to kick him straight in da..."
Tea suddenly snatched the phone. "Sorry, Joey was nosing around. Tristan," she yelled, "Hit him with something for me, will ya? The cord won't reach." There was a dull clunk.
"Thanks. Now, Tor, what's the problem?" Piece by piece, careful to make sure no one was listening, she outpoured her emotions and thoughts about Kaiba.
"Kaiba? Are – are you sure?" asked Tea, wondering if she needed to go talk to her doctor and get her ears checked.
"Yes," said Toria firmly. A point to her credit – she was not one to live with regret. When she made up her mind, there was no going back.
Tea sighed. Joey, Tristan, and Yami were not going to be pleased.
"So...what should I do?" asked Toria. "I've never really had a guy like this before...that I really liked."
"Just act like yourself. I'm sure he would like you for you."
"Thanks, Tea." She twirled the phone cord. "Any other advice?"
"Yeah," giggled Tea. "Don't challenge him to another duel."
"Ha, ha ha, very funny," said Toria, slightly huffy. "Well, call you tomorrow."
"Right."
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Sliding off the bed after her momentary reflection, she went looking for her maid's uniform. Thankfully, she noticed as she flipped through her wardrobe that the uniform had been replaced with a much more modest version. Leaning against the mirror inside the wardrobe, she eyed her long dark purple hair critically. She twirled a long silky strand. Normally a set of curlers would take care of any hair boredom...But today was a workday.
She stepped lightly downstairs, beginning her rounds of cleaning that she had put together like clockwork. Set the coffee maker running, make breakfast for Mokuba and Kaiba, and then to her latest project: the library. After her nap, she surveyed the library proper – the books, busts, and the sheet music nearly decaying under its dust as it was propped up on the grand piano. Her work was cut out for her. She reached for her dusting cloth, damp with the heavy lemony scent of cleaning spray. The spines of the books first, she decided, and then the statuettes and awards. Without further thought, she got to work.
Kaiba shuffled papers, calculating finances in his head. His Funding Department had demanded a complete list of his expenses for the company, most of which went to packaging the DuelDiscs for public release. He was deep in thought, running through long files of inventory. He wouldn't have moved at least until two o'clock if his coffee hadn't gone dry.
He rose from his leather chair, sighing. He needed coffee to keep functioning. She was supposed to have refilled his coffee two hours ago. With or without sugar, he thought. He stalked down the corridors, hunting for the elusive black and white coated girl. He eventually found her in the library, attempting to reach a 'Best Businessman of the Year' plaque so as to dust it.
He paused in the doorway, leaning against the walnut frame. Her slender figure, now modestly swathed in a better-fitting maid uniform he had ordered personally, made something in his heart flip. He stood silent, looking her over. Her smooth legs, slender waist, perky chest, and silky veil of dark hair. Suddenly, he was overtaken by a surging desire to reach for her, envelope her in his arms, and kiss her passionately to end the torment she did to him.
But he couldn't. She wasn't some useless girl only obsessed with his wallet, or his looks, or just desperate to tell everyone she had kissed Seto Kaiba, CEO millionaire. She was...real. She was something he had never met before. Something wild and free you couldn't tame, or lock up, or hide in a mansion. She wasn't meant to be owned like a pony. She was a wild horse, crashing over the mountains. And it was this, as he watched her flip her mane of silk in an attempt to reach the plaque again, that made him do what he did next.
He slowly stepped toward her, reaching for the plaque. She paused in her effort, dropping down to her normal height. He towered over her, his long hand reaching upwards, and he brought it back down for her, meeting her eyes. He felt fire and lightening crackle and burn in her spirit, as though she was alive with flame. He placed a hand on her smooth cheek, using the other to draw her in close to him, kissing her lovingly full on the mouth.
It took a second for Toria's shock to register, her mind trying to break free from the soft, misty spell that Kaiba was casting on her mouth. Shivers and heat ran up and down her spine as she felt him embracing her gently, yet firmly, and her mind was telling her to simply melt into his arms and let him take over. She wanted him to, to keep her safe.
But Toria had always prided herself on her ability to think for herself, and a tiny corner of her mind that was left awake protested. It lit fire to he brain, burning away the cloud in a draft of smoke and flame. She was free.
She wrestled away from his grip, shooting the fiercest death glares she had ever gathered, breathing heavily. She shoved him away from her as he spread his arms.
"Seto Kaiba, you hideous pervert! Get off me! I don't know what you've heard about American girls, but we do NOT just sleep around with ANYONE! So get your filthy hands off me, or I swear I will..." She was suddenly caught off guard as she met his blue eyes, every shard of ice melted to nothing. And they glowed with a soft new light she had never seen.
"But, Toria..." he said quietly, using her first name for the first time.
"What?" she snapped, regaining her composure.
"I – I love you." His face flickered quickly, as though the last of his shield was dropping, and for the first time in his life, he was vulnerable. He let himself be unguarded and let down his walls.
Toria wasn't inclined to believe him. Over the years, many boys, both teenage and pre-pubescent, had attempted to trick her with those three words. And she had never believed them. She had never let herself believe them. Women were powerful, yes, she had admitted to herself many times, but men had discovered their weakness. The simple phrase 'I love you' and they eat out your hand. She would never let it work on her. It was another tactic to hurt her.
She watched his blue eyes, smooth as the surface of a mirror, which reflected the truth back at her. The truth that they had both tried to deny for so long. Somehow, someway – no matter how long they had known each other –
They were in love.
Kaiba was shocked when she came forward, letting herself be wrapped in his arms in a tight embrace. For a moment he froze as she seemed to become part of him, but then he smiled, a wide smile he hadn't allowed himself since he was very young, and kissed her long and full and soft. And she kissed him back, as fiery as she was, both of them very much in love.
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AND THAT, MY FRIENDS & FANS, was Chapter 11! So, beautifully fluffy romance, hmm??? Note, this will not be lemony. None of my fics are lemony, sry guys *shoulder shrug* Chapter 12 is going to be more deliciously whipped-Yogurt fluff...so stick around and R&R!!!!!
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Yay, chapter 11!!! *hugs a random kitty* I hug kitties when I'm happy ^_^ *is scratched* \\\ Ouchies...
Meowth: Fury swipes!
Me: What are YOU doing here?
Meowth: I'm scratching you ^_~
Me: Ummmm...I haven't watched Pokemon since 5th grade... *presses security button*
Meowth: -.-U WHY NOT?!?!
Me: Because, um.... *gets nervous* I, kinda, um...dunno? ((O.O))
Meowth: Well then I am staying here. Forever. As your annoying lil kitty.
Me: YAY! REALLY?! *reaches for pink ribbon* Let's make you pretty!!!!
Meowth: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *runs away*
Me: Oh, well.
Ok then, chapter 11! SQUEE!
Everyone: o.O JUST READ THE CHAPTER!!!
Me: Fine, fine. T_T
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Toria rose from her bed the following morning with a sigh. She remembered her phone call to Yugi's last night as vividly as though it had been only five minutes ago.
* * *
"Hey, is Yugi there?"
"Yeah, hi, Toria. How is Kaiba treating you?"
"I'm fine, he's not psycho or anything." She paused as she heard laughter in the background. "Listen, can I talk to Tea? This is kind of a girl problem."
There was a pause. "Um, sure...I'll get her. Tea? Tea!" Footsteps drumming on carpeting. Someone picked up the phone.
"Listen, Tea, it's about Kaiba..." I began. But it was Joey's voice that exploded onto the phone.
"What did dat stupid losah do to ya? Do I need to kick him straight in da..."
Tea suddenly snatched the phone. "Sorry, Joey was nosing around. Tristan," she yelled, "Hit him with something for me, will ya? The cord won't reach." There was a dull clunk.
"Thanks. Now, Tor, what's the problem?" Piece by piece, careful to make sure no one was listening, she outpoured her emotions and thoughts about Kaiba.
"Kaiba? Are – are you sure?" asked Tea, wondering if she needed to go talk to her doctor and get her ears checked.
"Yes," said Toria firmly. A point to her credit – she was not one to live with regret. When she made up her mind, there was no going back.
Tea sighed. Joey, Tristan, and Yami were not going to be pleased.
"So...what should I do?" asked Toria. "I've never really had a guy like this before...that I really liked."
"Just act like yourself. I'm sure he would like you for you."
"Thanks, Tea." She twirled the phone cord. "Any other advice?"
"Yeah," giggled Tea. "Don't challenge him to another duel."
"Ha, ha ha, very funny," said Toria, slightly huffy. "Well, call you tomorrow."
"Right."
* * *
Sliding off the bed after her momentary reflection, she went looking for her maid's uniform. Thankfully, she noticed as she flipped through her wardrobe that the uniform had been replaced with a much more modest version. Leaning against the mirror inside the wardrobe, she eyed her long dark purple hair critically. She twirled a long silky strand. Normally a set of curlers would take care of any hair boredom...But today was a workday.
She stepped lightly downstairs, beginning her rounds of cleaning that she had put together like clockwork. Set the coffee maker running, make breakfast for Mokuba and Kaiba, and then to her latest project: the library. After her nap, she surveyed the library proper – the books, busts, and the sheet music nearly decaying under its dust as it was propped up on the grand piano. Her work was cut out for her. She reached for her dusting cloth, damp with the heavy lemony scent of cleaning spray. The spines of the books first, she decided, and then the statuettes and awards. Without further thought, she got to work.
Kaiba shuffled papers, calculating finances in his head. His Funding Department had demanded a complete list of his expenses for the company, most of which went to packaging the DuelDiscs for public release. He was deep in thought, running through long files of inventory. He wouldn't have moved at least until two o'clock if his coffee hadn't gone dry.
He rose from his leather chair, sighing. He needed coffee to keep functioning. She was supposed to have refilled his coffee two hours ago. With or without sugar, he thought. He stalked down the corridors, hunting for the elusive black and white coated girl. He eventually found her in the library, attempting to reach a 'Best Businessman of the Year' plaque so as to dust it.
He paused in the doorway, leaning against the walnut frame. Her slender figure, now modestly swathed in a better-fitting maid uniform he had ordered personally, made something in his heart flip. He stood silent, looking her over. Her smooth legs, slender waist, perky chest, and silky veil of dark hair. Suddenly, he was overtaken by a surging desire to reach for her, envelope her in his arms, and kiss her passionately to end the torment she did to him.
But he couldn't. She wasn't some useless girl only obsessed with his wallet, or his looks, or just desperate to tell everyone she had kissed Seto Kaiba, CEO millionaire. She was...real. She was something he had never met before. Something wild and free you couldn't tame, or lock up, or hide in a mansion. She wasn't meant to be owned like a pony. She was a wild horse, crashing over the mountains. And it was this, as he watched her flip her mane of silk in an attempt to reach the plaque again, that made him do what he did next.
He slowly stepped toward her, reaching for the plaque. She paused in her effort, dropping down to her normal height. He towered over her, his long hand reaching upwards, and he brought it back down for her, meeting her eyes. He felt fire and lightening crackle and burn in her spirit, as though she was alive with flame. He placed a hand on her smooth cheek, using the other to draw her in close to him, kissing her lovingly full on the mouth.
It took a second for Toria's shock to register, her mind trying to break free from the soft, misty spell that Kaiba was casting on her mouth. Shivers and heat ran up and down her spine as she felt him embracing her gently, yet firmly, and her mind was telling her to simply melt into his arms and let him take over. She wanted him to, to keep her safe.
But Toria had always prided herself on her ability to think for herself, and a tiny corner of her mind that was left awake protested. It lit fire to he brain, burning away the cloud in a draft of smoke and flame. She was free.
She wrestled away from his grip, shooting the fiercest death glares she had ever gathered, breathing heavily. She shoved him away from her as he spread his arms.
"Seto Kaiba, you hideous pervert! Get off me! I don't know what you've heard about American girls, but we do NOT just sleep around with ANYONE! So get your filthy hands off me, or I swear I will..." She was suddenly caught off guard as she met his blue eyes, every shard of ice melted to nothing. And they glowed with a soft new light she had never seen.
"But, Toria..." he said quietly, using her first name for the first time.
"What?" she snapped, regaining her composure.
"I – I love you." His face flickered quickly, as though the last of his shield was dropping, and for the first time in his life, he was vulnerable. He let himself be unguarded and let down his walls.
Toria wasn't inclined to believe him. Over the years, many boys, both teenage and pre-pubescent, had attempted to trick her with those three words. And she had never believed them. She had never let herself believe them. Women were powerful, yes, she had admitted to herself many times, but men had discovered their weakness. The simple phrase 'I love you' and they eat out your hand. She would never let it work on her. It was another tactic to hurt her.
She watched his blue eyes, smooth as the surface of a mirror, which reflected the truth back at her. The truth that they had both tried to deny for so long. Somehow, someway – no matter how long they had known each other –
They were in love.
Kaiba was shocked when she came forward, letting herself be wrapped in his arms in a tight embrace. For a moment he froze as she seemed to become part of him, but then he smiled, a wide smile he hadn't allowed himself since he was very young, and kissed her long and full and soft. And she kissed him back, as fiery as she was, both of them very much in love.
* * *
AND THAT, MY FRIENDS & FANS, was Chapter 11! So, beautifully fluffy romance, hmm??? Note, this will not be lemony. None of my fics are lemony, sry guys *shoulder shrug* Chapter 12 is going to be more deliciously whipped-Yogurt fluff...so stick around and R&R!!!!!
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