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Chapter 6: My Leuge
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"Excuse me, Ms. Pegasus," Kaiba said, tapping me on the shoulder. His touch, so warm and comforting. . . but not in this case. What is wrong with me? warm and comforting? This is the man whose face torments me every time I see it! the man who can chill my spine every time he looks at me! this is the man who has the most lovely eyes in the world! But I can not have him! I can not tall him he is cute! I can not tell him that I admire his boldness and audacity! What am I reduced to? A heap of jelly? And right in front of the person I admire. But I can not admire him. It is forbidden. Sometimes I wish I could love a guy in my league. . .then again there is no one as bitchy as me. no one who is as temperamental as I am, no one who can satisfy my thirst for knowledge. Heck, I'm sixteen and have never been kissed!!!
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba?" I ask gently, as not to upset him. Who would want to upset him. . .i do not! Surely he would understand that Mokuba asked me to dance, not vice versa.
"May I intervene Mokuba?" he asked towards his brother. Intervene? Does that mean he wants to dance with me? Oh, that would be splendid!
"Yup! But only if you're going to dance with her!" he giggled skipping away. Boy, he did put us on the spot.
"Albright," he harshly whispered to no one in particular. He placed his hand on my waist, and held my other gloved hand with his.
"Yes?" I queried, surprised at the obligation to Mokuba's request.
"You do know I invited you for a reason, right?" he asked, twirling me around. Heck, this was fun! My dress goes up in clouds!
"May I know that reason?" I asked coldly. Why was I so cold? If I like someone, you'd think I'd be nicer!
"Of course," he replied, taking us off of the dance floor when the song ended. He led me down a hallway and into a room littered with books and papers. The first thing I noticed was that the majority of the papers were written in Latin or Greek. I, knowing both languages, was curious enough to ask, "what are these?"
"Can you read them? I did not know that the bastard my stepfather hired to teach me Latin was a fraud. He taught me Pig Latin!" he snarled.
"It is easy enough, given the time I am sure you would find it too easy and rather monotonous and melancholy. Not to mention the dreary undertone of certain words," I remarked, sitting down in a velvet chair as instructed.
"I do not have time!" he yelled back, startling me. Well . . . maybe not that much.
"I would have to take it home, it takes a couple days to translate something!" I yelled back, surprised at my icy voice. Where did I learn it? I was never a mean person . . .except to my employees. And then, I realize my own ingenious, by taking it home, I would have to return it, and I would get to see him again!
Chapter 6: My Leuge
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"Excuse me, Ms. Pegasus," Kaiba said, tapping me on the shoulder. His touch, so warm and comforting. . . but not in this case. What is wrong with me? warm and comforting? This is the man whose face torments me every time I see it! the man who can chill my spine every time he looks at me! this is the man who has the most lovely eyes in the world! But I can not have him! I can not tall him he is cute! I can not tell him that I admire his boldness and audacity! What am I reduced to? A heap of jelly? And right in front of the person I admire. But I can not admire him. It is forbidden. Sometimes I wish I could love a guy in my league. . .then again there is no one as bitchy as me. no one who is as temperamental as I am, no one who can satisfy my thirst for knowledge. Heck, I'm sixteen and have never been kissed!!!
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba?" I ask gently, as not to upset him. Who would want to upset him. . .i do not! Surely he would understand that Mokuba asked me to dance, not vice versa.
"May I intervene Mokuba?" he asked towards his brother. Intervene? Does that mean he wants to dance with me? Oh, that would be splendid!
"Yup! But only if you're going to dance with her!" he giggled skipping away. Boy, he did put us on the spot.
"Albright," he harshly whispered to no one in particular. He placed his hand on my waist, and held my other gloved hand with his.
"Yes?" I queried, surprised at the obligation to Mokuba's request.
"You do know I invited you for a reason, right?" he asked, twirling me around. Heck, this was fun! My dress goes up in clouds!
"May I know that reason?" I asked coldly. Why was I so cold? If I like someone, you'd think I'd be nicer!
"Of course," he replied, taking us off of the dance floor when the song ended. He led me down a hallway and into a room littered with books and papers. The first thing I noticed was that the majority of the papers were written in Latin or Greek. I, knowing both languages, was curious enough to ask, "what are these?"
"Can you read them? I did not know that the bastard my stepfather hired to teach me Latin was a fraud. He taught me Pig Latin!" he snarled.
"It is easy enough, given the time I am sure you would find it too easy and rather monotonous and melancholy. Not to mention the dreary undertone of certain words," I remarked, sitting down in a velvet chair as instructed.
"I do not have time!" he yelled back, startling me. Well . . . maybe not that much.
"I would have to take it home, it takes a couple days to translate something!" I yelled back, surprised at my icy voice. Where did I learn it? I was never a mean person . . .except to my employees. And then, I realize my own ingenious, by taking it home, I would have to return it, and I would get to see him again!