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Here he was, in this large extensive room of white and gold. A white marble floor and himself suited up. His adopted father insisted he wear a white suit and black tie, this was simply the most boring thing to happen to him today. He looked at the tall plants that were placed in every corner of the room. Woman wore beautiful semi-dresses and men in tux or leather coats and open collar long sleeve shirts. Seto walked over to the white-cover top table and lifted up the wine glass. He was suddenly grabbed around the arm; he turned to see what brainless idiot had dared this move. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of her. She had long pale blue hair that slightly covered her beautiful blue eyes and stopped at her waist, her smile could bring even the most harden man to his knees. She wore a knee long black dress with thin straps, one of her slender arms was hooked around his while her other hand was holding a wine glass. "Kisara?"
"Kaiba-kun! What a party! It's so fun, will you dance with me in a bit?"
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm about to go thank Gozoboro, for inviting me." She said smiling up at him. Seto frowned and she pulled away from him, the smile still on her face. "Don't give me that face, come on, he isn't as bad as you make him out to be."
"Says you." He closed his eyes and turned around so that he was no longer facing her. Kisara shrugged and turned on her heel and made her way over to the small crowd where Gozoboro was talking with a group of adults. Seto looked over his shoulder and watched her squeeze her way into the crowd, he could barely see her arm hook around Gozoboro's and mouth her thank you's along with other words, he wasn't a lip reader, but he could tell when people were laughing and they were laughing now. Seto didn't roll his eyes he just turned his gaze and walked towards the open balcony. The wind brushed across his face and neck and tousled his hair. He let out a sigh as he reached his arms out and rested them against the banister. He sighed and suddenly he felt this tugging on his slacks. He looked down and his eyes widen. "Mokuba? What are you doing out here?"
"I don't feel well, big brother."
"Then what are you doing down here?" He asked, pulling away from the banister, he knelt in front of his younger brother and placed his hand under the dark bangs and pulled it away. "You're burning up. Come on." He grabbed Mokuba by the hand and pulled him along, they went down the outside stairs and opened the front door. He picked Mokuba up and carried him into the kitchen and sat him on the counter. He took the thermometer and stuck in Mokuba's mouth and opened the freezer and pulled out an ice holder and grabbed a cup, shutting the freezer he dropped a few ice cubes into the cup and placed it on Mokuba's head. "Less hot?" Mokuba nodded and the thermometer beeped. Mokuba took it out with his free hand and examined it. Seto took it from his brother's hands and stared at it. "Yup, you've got a fever, kiddo." He picked his brother up off the counter and headed up to the second floor to Mokuba's room.
"Will you stay until I feel better?" Seto pulled the covers over his brother's lower half and he shook his head.
"No, I have to get back to Gozoboro's party or he might throw a fit tomorrow." Mokuba frowned and closed his eyes.
"Okay, but… we don't get to spend any time together."
"Maybe when school break starts we can? Hmm?"
"That's a long time away."
"Well, it's all I got to offer, it's that or nothing. I've got school and Gozoboro to deal with. Okay, get some sleep, we'll see how you feel tomorrow."
"Night, Seto."
"Good night, Mokuba." He closed the door behind him and shut the lights off as he made his way back outside and up the stairs. He found Kisara leaning against the doorframe, arms across her chest. Her arms dropped to the side when she saw him and she walked over to him.
"Where did you go?" she asked, pushing back strands of her blue hair.
"Uh, Mokuba woke up, I just had to put him back to bed." She smiled and pushed her arms through his and wrapped them around his back and she looked up at him. He looked down at her.
"You said you'd dance with me, so come on." He sighed as she took his hands suddenly and dragged him to where other couples were dancing. She stopped and turned around facing him, she placed his hands on her hips and her arms encircled his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and smiled. "How long have we been dating?"
Too long. His mind knew no tact, but if he let his mind voice and his lips say the right words he would be okay. "A nice, long time." He muttered, rocking with her in this stupid little circle like high school couples did at school dances. This was ridiculous. His whole relationship with this girl was forced, her parents and his adoptive father used them like pawns in a chess game to win whatever bounty they could carry home, unite the families and just picture the power these wealthy families could wield. Frankly it disgusted Seto. The name Kaiba was beginning to disgust him as well and all he could do was bite the bullet and bear it. His hands fell from her hips to his sides, his hands in two tight fists. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and placed fingertips against his chest.
"Seto? Are you--okay?" He looked into her blue eyes.
"I'm all right, it's just. I'm going to retire."
"Retire?" she asked as he started to walk past her. "You sound like your father." Mistake, one unable to be remedy fast enough, because in an instant flash he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her close, his lips right against her ear and in a dangerous hiss he told her this in hopes that she would never again make the same mistake twice.
"He is not my father!" he shoved her back and walked away. She caught herself and turned her elbow, it was a soft shade of red; he had held her so tight; she couldn't break his grip. How was it that one little sentence set him off?
