The two ran towards the alley way where they had met, Mokuba had noticed that the two thugs were gone, probably off nursing the whelps Cirquet left them. Cirquet took a sharp right turn nearly tripping Mokuba, but she quickly stopped to help him gain his footing. The two were well past the arcade in fact they were past the alleyway that Mokuba could have sworn they just passed. They were in a little neighborhood that Mokuba barely ever noticed, small houses lined the streets on either side a picturesque sort of feeling came over Mokuba, reminding him of the little memories of his father and his brother together.

"Hey come on we only have ten minutes to get there Moki!" came Cirquet's voice.

"Right." He noticed her go towards a rather large motorcycle that was parked in front of a lovely sky blue house that was adorned with the letters CIRCE near the mailbox. That name sounded familiar but Mokuba immediately shock off the thought as he heard the purr from the motorcycle.

"Well, put this on, now where are we headed?"

"Oh yeah that's right you don't my brother. Well he's a Kaiba Corp."

"Oh he works for Kaiba?" Cirquet asked truly having no idea as to who Mokuba or his brother was, much to Mokuba's relief.

"Sort of? Well I'm ready let's go!" Mokuba shouted in excitement.

"Great!"

The two headed off towards Kaiba Corp which was no more than two miles away from where they where. True Cirquet could have made it there in less than five minutes, but even the distance she traveled with Mokuba had him questioning her even though he never asked her about it, she knew he was very puzzled and thought it unwise to tell him about herself for fear of his life. It was odd she never felt this comfortable around a person, especially so young, he was like a younger brother almost. Cirquet knew where the poor boy was coming from, constantly being told what to do by an older brother, she knew for she had four older brothers, all of which were too protective of their "fragile" sister as her father once but it. True her family was an odd one. Circe, a name know by any and every businessman or woman big or small they all knew and feared the name. One of the many reasons Cirquet refused to use that name when unnecessary. True she could just say her name, Saburo Matrade Circe, and every business would bow down to her, every college except her, anyone in any sort of "important" position would except her, and she hated it, despised it even. Independent, hard headed, crafty, intelligent, proud are just a few characteristics people would use to describe her.

"Well were here, so shall we go?"

"Uh…sure," Mokuba said not so sure he wanted Cirquet to meet his brother for fear that he may not let him see Cirquet again, or that he would offend her.

"Well you don't seem so sure about that," Cirquet noted with a comforting smile.

"Well it's just my, I'm mean do you really want to meet my brother?" Mokuba asked hoping that she would say no.

"Of course I do, I'm curious to see just how cute he is," Cirquet giggled.

A sudden thought flashed within the young Kaiba's head, Cirquet and his brother together, of course he didn't know if that would work or not but the idea of it toiled around in his head.

"Well let's go then!" Mokuba exclaimed with a whole new ounce of excitement racing though him at the very thought of his plan. Many girls fell head over heels for his brother, Cirquet would hopefully be no different, he hoped. Cirquet couldn't help but be surprised by Mokuba's sudden excitement, one minute he seemed to not want her to meet his brother, the next he couldn't wait for it. The two walked into the Kaiba Corp, Cirquet was intrigued to find out just how Seto Kaiba managed this place. She wasn't surprised by the fact that he was so young, her father was young when he took over his fathers company, and she too knew the stress that came with running a company of such large scale while being so young. It was how she got her name, saving the two hundred year old business that was created by Margo Circe.

"We have to take the elevator to the top floor, everyone here is probably already left for home," Mokuba stated seemingly out of nowhere. Cirquet simply nodded and smiled, not being to fond of elevators and much too afraid that her fear would show if she spoke. The elevator finally reached their destination, with Cirquet bracing herself against the side trying hard not to show her fear.

"Uh…Cirquet we're here," Mokuba said when he saw she did not move.

"Uh…" Cirquet blinked and walked out of the elevator, "Right I'm ready to meet him."

"Great."

Mokuba ran to a glass door that faced just opposite a now empty walnut desk that was full of papers and files. Cirquet heard a Mokuba give a brief knock on the glass door. No answer, so Mokuba simply walked in motioning for Cirquet to follow. By now Cirquet had finally caught on just who Mokuba was, he was Seto Kaiba's younger brother, not that she was greatly surprised though it was something she wouldn't have expected. She was still curious, she had never seen the older Kaiba, though she had the unfortunate experience of meeting Gosoboro Kaiba something she never wished to do again.

"Great that will work out perfectly," came the cold voice from behind a great cherry wood chair.

"Well I'm glad you agree Mr. Kaiba," came a gentler much older voice that sounded familiar to Cirquet.

"Malachi?" Cirquet called out seeing both the old man and Mokuba jump slightly at the sudden outburst.

"Uh…Lady Circe, uh, yes it is you, ah my Lady how are you?" Malachi asked in his usual polite manner.

"Je vais tres bien, merci, et vous? (I have been well, thank you, and you?)" Cirquet asked using the language Malachi was most used to. She could tell it made him more comfortable.

"Very well Cirquet, ah, allow me to introduce you to Seto Kaiba," Malachi announced pointing towards the still turned chair.

"What is she doing her?" came the reply from the chair.

"Uh…well…what are you doing here?" Malachi asked.

"Well Moki brought me up here to meet his brother," Cirquet said with a little smile on her face that could allure almost anyone. If only Seto would turn to see her, he would awed by the very presence of her, an affect she had on almost every young man.

"Moki…oh you must mean the younger Kaiba, Mokuba," the old man presumed.

"Yeah she helped me out today, and we spent the whole day at the arcade," Mokuba stated finally getting over the shock of Cirquet knowing Malachi. The chair was beginning to turn and blue eyes met green eyes and locked, both were drawn together by some unknown force. Both eyes kept the world out of their dark secrets and lonely past, emerald and sapphire two jewels in a world of stones. Cirquet saw a young man who seemed frozen in the very hatered he created. His coldness could not hide the fact that he was very attractive, and that Cirquet felt drawn to him as she was sure many other girls had before. Seto saw a young girl, though she a little older than himself. Her actions radiated with a sheer since of confidence and intelligence and though she didn't seem to be the most graceful of persons but her beauty captured Seto's eyes.

"Just who are you," Seto said in his icy voice.

"Uh… Cirquet," Cirquet stated rather uneasily.

"…Why are you here?"

"Oh if I may Lady Cirquet. The young Lady is a member of the Round, the Knight guarding Basset. She was one of the "others" that I told you of," Malachi stated with an air of enthusiasm. He hadn't expected Seto and Cirquet to meet so early, but he knew they would of eventually; they both had too much in common for that not to happen.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here," Seto repeated in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

"Oh well Moki brought me up to meet you," Cirquet said in a bubbly sort of manner. She could tell she was annoying Seto, though she knew not why, it may have been because of her demeanor or because she called Mokuba, Moki.

"Well maybe I should go, I mean I don't think I should be here," Cirquet was becoming uncomfortable.

"Uh…all right, well bye Cirquet," Mokuba said in a depressed tone.

"Now may we get back to work," Seto stated with out even paying any mind to Cirquet or his brother who seemed sort of off.