Stori went home that day in absolute shock! Seto! Coming to her house! Her mother thought Stori had had a heart attack when she got home, although she didn't ask.

Stori slumped down on her bed and let herself fall backwards onto the covers. Sighing, she raised her hands to her face and covered her eyes with the back of them. Maybe I can ask mom if I can go over to one of the gangs' house…or-or maybe Lanas'. Yeah! That's what I'll do. I'll make him have to go home. Yeah, then he'll have to let me do the project on my own…she thought to herself.

She let her eyes reopen and look at the clock beside her bed. It read: 5:40. Seto would be coming soon

(Flash Back)

"Yeah…I guess," Stori said with her back turned to him.

"Alright then. I guess it's settled. I'll meet you at your house around 6:00," she smiled smugly and walked past the shocked Stori.

Her house?

(End Flash Back)

She sighed. What was she going to do? He couldn't come to her house. Her family would drive him insane, nonetheless, her sister. She groaned and once again fell backwards onto her bed. There was only one thing she could do till he got there…and that was the one thing she was going to do till he did come.

Seto sat in his limo watching the houses and trees (A/N: trees?) fly by. When he had told Stori that he was going to be coming over to her house, he hadn't really thought about that comment before he had said it. It had just popped out. But, he had said it, and Seto Kaiba was true to his word, so he was on his way to her house now. She didn't live that far away, but it was chilly out side so he had someone drive him (A/N: chicken!)

After about 10 minutes or so he arrived in front of house. It was a two-story house that was painted a light peach color. It seemed pretty fancy on the outside but he was sure that was probably the only thing fancy about it.

He huffed and told the driver to pick him up at exactly 8:30…just enough time for them to get something on the project done.

After the driver turned around and left, Kaiba turned towards the peach house. He quickly walked up to the front door and knocked three times. He heard a woman's voice shout before the door opened. Before him stood a rather short woman with a toddler on her hip. She stared kindly up at him.

"Can I help you?" she asked smiling at him and adjusting the toddler on her hip.

"Yes, is this where Stori Knight lives?" he said in Japanese. The woman stared oddly at him. The blinked. Just then he realized that the woman had spoken to him in English. He quickly re traced his lessons of English and repeated his sentence.

"Oh, yes. Are you a friend from school," the woman said, while gesturing for him to come in from the cold. He guessed she was her sister or something.

"No. I'm her study partner…we're working together in a project for science," she retorted coldly. He saw the woman sneer at the corner of his eyes. It didn't bother him any.

As he looked around the interior of the house, he noticed that everything had been arranged very neatly. A gate separated the living room from the entrance. He guessed she probably had a dog. He soon found he was right. A large, white Akena, a Japanese husky, sat there looking up at him with husky eyes; one blue, and the other brown. His eyes mesmerized Seto.

But the trance that the dog put him into soon ended when he felt someone's eyes upon him. He looked over at his eyes to see a little girl with long, black hair and blue eyes looking up at him. He smiled slyly at him. He gave her a blank, emotionless look.

"You must be one of Stori's friends," she said narrowing her eyes at him.

"No," he said looking away from her. He saw her sneer, just as Stori "sister-mother" had done.

"Well I can see why…I don't why my sister has a crush on you," he heard her say. This got his attention. So…he smiled slyly, Stori has a crush on me, does she? This should be interesting.

Just as he finished this thought, the woman who had showed him in had reappeared again.

"She's upstairs in her room," she said. Seto thanked her and went up stairs.

"He's cute," he heard Stori's sister try to whisper to her 'now-know-mother' (A/N: Stori's, like my mom, is shorter than Stori is so she sometimes looks like her, and my, sister.)

He let their voices drown out behind him as he walked down the hall and came to a room with the door slightly cracked open. He guessed this was Stori's room.

He leaned in on the door and looking into her room. He knew it was rude to just intrude into someone's room without knocking first, but if Stori's sister was right, then he was eager to see exactly what Stori was doing. He prayed she wasn't getting dressed or anything along those lines. And when he saw her sitting on her bed writing in something, he sighed with relief.

Then the writing caught his attention. She was writing in a little black book that looked like an old fashioned journal. He smiled evilly and cleared his throat to try and get her attention. She looked up in shock and looked over his way. Once she met eyes with him she quickly put the book away under her pillow and stood up. Seto laughed in his head, but no smile was on his face. He had learned to laugh in his mind while his stepfather was still about. It had become a handy gift for the present time.

"S-err-Kaiba, you're here?" she looked away and blushed. He was very tempted to start bursting out laughing. It was amusing to see this girl squirm. She always blushed a bright red and looked away with a rather funny look on her face.

"Yes. You're mother was kind enough to let me know where your room was. Cute stuffed animal," he said looking at the little stuffed tiger lying on her bed. Stori's eyes shot towards the little thing and sneered at it.

"It's Rika's, my sister," she said slapping it off the bed carelessly. Seto could tell she was telling the truth by how carelessly she had tossed it away. Then the thought of what Rika had said entered his mind.

"Speaking of your sister…she told me some very interesting information," he said entering her room all the way. She looked at him in a confused way at first, then got the hint (so he guessed) and sneered. A small fire of hatred entered her eyes, and Seto watched her as she shoved past him and left him in the room. He guessed that she knew what he had meant by that and was leaving to go get back at her sister.

He watched her until she had completely disappeared behind the corner to go and sit down on her bed. He sat down in the same exact spot she had been sitting in before he had arrived and rested his hand on the edge of her pillow. Suddenly he felt a sharp jot of pain enter the side of his hand. It wasn't too sharp, but it felt like his hand was resting on the corner of a book or something along those lines. Then he remembered seeing Stori put her journal away under her pillow.

He slowly reached under it and pulled the little black book out. If there was one thing Seto was cursed with, it was curiosity. He had always been a 'curious cat' and always had liked to understand and read about things whenever he didn't understand what something was. (A/N: hint all of the god grades wink) And that's exactly what he did in this matter. Seto slowly opened the little book and read the first entry. It was written in English so it took him a few tries before he finally got the hang of it an understood it perfectly. (A/N: he learns thing fast.)

January 14th, 2000

Dear Diary,

I have found that this book will be burned once I'm done with it. I will write down all of my secrets and then let them burn in the flames of frostiness! Muhahahaha! This book shall burn!

He stared blankly at the first entry. It puzzled him how girls and guys at Stori's age back then were always obsessed with fire and…making things burn. But then again, he too had once been completely obsessed with wanting to burn things…like his stepfather for instance, that thought had entered his mind more than once when Gozaboru was still alive. Seto smirked at the thought of his immatureness.

He flipped through some of the other pages, and when he saw a really short entry, he would read it and then move on. A lot of the short ones had been either about burning the book or just one little event that had bothered her that day. Most of them where funny, but some of them Seto couldn't help but feel sorry for reading about. (Not in the pity way…sorry as in sorry he had even bothered.)

As he flipped through the more recent passages, he came to a somewhat long one where the first words had been the thing that had made him want to read more

No one understands me…

He opened the book all the way and continued to read the entry.

I was bitterly reminded of those 7 years of my life that I spent in darkness and loneliness.

When I got home today I found myself recalling all the countless tears that I cried during that time. I had no friends to turn to. Not even a family to turn to. Mom and Dad knew of my pain they never did anything about it. I couldn't turn to my brother…he was always busy with schoolwork.

I had learned at a young age how to fend for myself. And before I knew I was spending my time on the swings at day-care everyday…just talking to myself.

Everyone…everyone! Judged me by my outside appearance. Once they heard my name the turned their noses and never gave me a chance. I learn a very important lesson during my days of darkness…that there is no one in the world that you can turn to who will listen to you cry.

Seto bit his lip as he read on.

Sometimes…I wish…someone would find this diary, and learn of pain. So I wouldn't have to be lonely any more. I couldn't…I can't turn to mom and dad. They wouldn't understand. I would know…I've tried.

I wonder…

But Seto never got to find out what Stori had 'wondered' due to the sound of someone coming up the stairs in a hurry and running down the hall. He quickly closed the book and put it back into his place; just in time for Stori to enter the room to find him just sitting there looking very bored. But in Seto's mind, all that was buzzing in his head where the words that had so greatly effected him.

In the diary, Stori had put "those seven years…" When had seen those words his mind had automatically gone back in time to the seven years of his life that he had suffered a great deal of pain and loss.

So…Stori endured pain as well? He thought. Thought he stared blankly at her, with no emotion written on his face, his eyes bore a great deal of emotion; the emotion of pity had been it.

Stori sat down at her laptop and got up some research that she had looked up for him to see. But he was too deep in thought to really notice.

Was it possible? Was…it really possible…that he wasn't alone?

End! Tehe! I hope you liked the chapter. I made it long for ya this time…which means the next chapter will be short (don't worry this is the only time I'm going to do this little routine, after this I'll just make random lengthened chapters.) Please no flames, as you know.

Disclaimer: SMB does not own YGO, but she does own these characters in her stories. Please do not steal them from her, she will make you a character! I warned you! (Just kidding ;)

Later!