Here we go. Chapter Three. Hope you enjoy it! And please excuse if Seto-sama is out of character... I don't know how to make him act! (sweatdrops) Any advice would be helpful!

"Ask me what, Mokuba?"

"Oh, Patricia and I were wondering why you wanted to help her."

Kaiba looked at me. I hastily looked away.

"I would have thought the answer was obvious."

"Not really, niisama."

"You wanted to help her, Mokuba."

Oh. So he had acted for Mokuba. Not for me.

Stupid Tricia. What were you expecting?

"Oh," said Mokuba. Then he turned to me. "Let's talk some more," he said eagerly.

I laughed. "Okay."

"I like listening to you talk. You have such a pretty voice. It sounds like music."

Father. That was what father had said. All of a sudden I remembered why I was here. Why they had found me on the road. Why I had run for so long…

The smile on my face faltered.

Mokuba looked worried. "Did I say something wrong?"

I looked up at him. "No," I said, forcing a smile again. "My parents are… both dead. And my father said that to me too. He was a musician. He always asked me to sing for him when I was a kid."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It's nice to remember good things about your family."

"Our parents are dead too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That's why niisama's CEO."

"Oh."

I was being stupid again. Duh. No one usually became president at such a young age.

"Sorry. I should have known…" I apologized.

"That's okay. Not many people know about what happened to me and niisama."

"Mokuba," came Kaiba's voice from where he was standing, looking out the window. "You know you shouldn't be talking about that."

"Sorry, niisama," Mokuba apologized. He turned to me again. "You have a nice name. Patricia."

"You can call me Tricia."

"Oh, okay. Why do you have an American name?"

I launched into a short explanation about my father and mother, and their argument about my name.

"So you have a Japanese name?"

"Well, sort of like a nickname."

"What is it?"

"Tsuki."

"That's pretty. Can I call you that instead?"

"Sure."

Kaiba turned away from the window. "Mokuba, can I talk to her for a moment? Alone?"

My heart skipped about thirty beats. Alone?

Mokuba nodded and slid off the bed. "See you later, Tsuki," he called, shutting the door behind him.

Kaiba came closer to my bed. "We need to discuss a few things."

"Okay."

"First… is there anyone you can stay with?"

I thought a moment.

"My father and mother were only children. All my grandparents are dead."

"No godparents?"

I shook my head.

Kaiba remained silent for a while. "You could stay here."

I must have looked startled because Kaiba said, "You don't want to live here?"

"I'm grateful that you're offering me a home, but… why?"

"Why what?"

I became a little frustrated. "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? Mokuba said you never did this to others! Why me?"

He just looked at me.

Just stared.

With those cold blue eyes.

Like a statue.

"Say something, Kaiba."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why should I? You can talk to Mokuba. Why me?"

Great. He had turned my own question against me.

"Very funny," I said.

"You think?"

"Yes."

Kaiba turned away from me. "Alright. You pick wherever you want to go. But remember, the door here is always open if you ever want to come back."

I raised my eyebrows. Okay. Now he was getting creepy.
(Kaiba's point-of-view)

I left her room and shut the door behind me. As I walked down the hallway, I thought back to what I had just told her.

"You pick wherever you want to go. But remember, the door here is always open if you ever want to come back."

I was going crazy. Losing my mind. Where had that come from?

I thought back to the dream that I had had just last night. An angel that looked just liked me had appeared, and he said that today I would find a girl. That girl needed help, and I would give it to her.

"Why me?" I had asked.

"Because."

"That's not a very specific answer."

"I know."

I sat down at my desk in my room, staring at the blank computer screen.

I could have turned him down. What if I had just said, "No, I don't want to?"

Then again, that wouldn't have changed anything. I was not the one who said that, even though it came from my own mouth. That hadn't been me.

It must have been the angel. He must have used me as a puppet. Great.

I switched on my computer. I couldn't think about these things now.

But as the start-up flashed across the screen, I couldn't help thinking back to her. Back to Tsuki. Thinking of her voice, of her beauty. She could be useful in certain occasions…

I'm not falling in love with her. I'm not sympathizing with her. Nor am I going to bother helping her. Unless the angel wants me to.

I'm not trying to make it sound like I can't act independently or anything. Mokuba wants me to help her, so I should. And I'm not saying he's the angel either.

What do I have to prove to your readers? Nothing. You won't believe me anyway.

Why me?
(Tsuki's point-of-view)

Soon I was feeling well enough to get up. I climbed out of bed and put on a pair of slippers the maid had left at the foot of my bed. It would be nice to get outdoors.

After getting lost twice and having to ask directions from the staff, I finally exited the two large front doors and stepped out onto the rain washed lawn. The breeze was gentle, and very cool. It played across my face, brushing my cheeks and stirring my hair. The ground was slightly damp, but that didn't stop me from running across the field. It was good to be able to stretch my legs.

As I ran, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. When I stopped and turned around, there was no one there. Weird.

Then Mokuba suddenly jumped out from behind a tree. "Boo!"

I yawned. "I knew you were gonna do that sometime."

He looked disappointed. "You weren't scared?"

I shook my head. "Did you want me to be?"

He nodded.

"Okay."

I turned away from him. Then I turned around briskly, looked at him for a split second, and gasped, jumping away.

Mokuba laughed. "Thank you."

I grinned. "You're welcome."

He walked next to me. " I saw you leaving the house and thought you were gonna try to run away."

I grimaced. "With all those maids I asked for directions from? Ask them where I'd gone and you'd find me in five minutes. How are you able to get from your room to the bathroom without getting lost?"

Mokuba grinned. "Because they're adjacent to each other."

"Oh."

"But yeah, it's really hard to get around the house. It just takes practice. I've been here most of my life, so I know my way around pretty well by now."

"Lucky you. I've been here for about… two hours."

"You'll get it pretty soon."

"I know. I have to, considering how much time I could be staying here."

Mokuba looked happy. "Big brother said you could stay?"

"Yes." I paused for a while. "I don't understand your brother. He's being really nice to me. All of a sudden."

"Really?" He stopped talking for a moment too. "What did he say to you exactly, when I left the room?"

"He just asked me if I had a place to stay. When I said no, he offered me a place here. I asked him 'why,' because I didn't know why he was giving me such an offer. In the end, he just said that I was welcome here anytime."

Mokuba did a double take. Then he laughed. "That really isn't like him," he commented.

We continued walking across the rain washed lawn. It was nice to be able to walk in the sunshine again. Now that the Kaiba brothers had entered my life, things didn't seem as bad as before.