I'm having a bit of a writer's block. Argh…sorry it's so short. I just needed to update.

I don't own YGO only Leigha and other O/c's.

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Seto and Leigha sat at a table in the corner of the restaurant in an awkward silence. Neither Leigha nor Seto had said a word to each other on the way to dinner or during. The restaurant was one of the best in town, as the candles' lights flickered across the scarlet tablecloth and the fine white china in front of them. The clear glass filled with liquid appeared as if the white wine was levitating in front of them. Leigha was feeling extremely uncomfortable and masked herself with a scowl as she picked at her food in boredom. She wore a jade halter dress that reached just below her knees that complimented her eyes and her black open-toed heels, around her neck were pearls and instead of the two regular clips she normally wore, the ones she wore tonight were pearls. Seto had just worn a black turtleneck and black slacks with his Kaiba Corp. belt, but he looked as handsome as ever as his brown bangs hung carelessly in front of his eyes.

"Didn't anybody ever tell you not to play with your food?" Seto asked while spinning his fork to lift a forkful of pasta into his mouth. He kept his eyes on his food when he asked her the question and brought his utensil and dinner to his mouth to eat. Leigha quickly looked up at him and kept her mask on as she stared at him in distaste.

She hadn't answered Seto's question when Seto kept his head directed at his food, but lifted his eyes to look at the woman sitting in front of him. Leigha was still moving a meatball around in her tomato sauce from her spaghetti and it was starting to irritate Seto.

"Why did you invite me to eat, when you haven't touched your meal?" Seto questioned. Still Leigha didn't say a word, but instead of looking at Seto she kept her eyes on her untouched food. After each passing second it started to look more tempting and her lips started to part as she grew in a daze. Seto was growing more annoyed by the second from Leigha's utter silence and avoidance.

"Why don't you answer me?" Seto growled. He was now looking at Leigha straight on with his head lifted and his eyes staring at hers that kept to her meal.

Leigha quickly left her daze and looked at her food annoyingly. "Why do you ask so many questions?" she sneered while her eyes remained glued to the meatball that sat lonesome on her own pile of pasta. She didn't want to look at Seto, she knew that if she did they would get into an argument and would attract attention from all the people in the restaurant. But that didn't necessarily stop him from arguing.

"Because, you invited me and your not being a respectful host," Seto answered. He leaned backwards on the back of his chair as he sat up straight, as he closed his eyes and started to wipe his mouth with his napkin.

Leigha stared at Seto for a while, with her eyes narrowing trying to comprehend his appearance. She didn't know what made Seto so intimidating to other people. She found him just as regular as any other person, with the exception that he owned his own company, and had large sums of cash. Perhaps it was his height that people found so frightening, and she tilted her head to the side. Seto noticed Leigha looking at him and a smirk started to form on his mouth. Leigha noticed and tore her eyes away from him and started to pick at her food again, this time not out of boredom but annoyance.

Finally, after some time of Leigha picking at her pasta, she lifted a forkful and put it in her mouth. She looked at Seto as the fork lingered inside her mouth for a few seconds and savored the flavor of the perfectly blended taste of the sauce and pasta. Seto was looking at her curiously as she slowly took the fork out of her mouth. She chewed and swallowed her portion and placed the fork on her plate.

She reached toward her glass and lifted her chin when the clear glass pressed against her lips. She let the cool liquid slide down her throat and placed the glass back down all the while Seto staring at her, and Leigha was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. She pushed her chair back and stood up, Seto started to stand up after her but she interrupted him.

"You aren't going to follow me to the bathroom, are you?" she eyed him smugly, and Seto started to sit back down and looked at her menacingly.

Leigha started to walk away towards the bathroom but stopped at the door. She was in a fairly long hall with the women's bathroom to her left and the men's to her right. She stood there for a second, just staring at the wall in front of her, where a picture of a woman and man were dancing in front of her as the man dipped her low to the ground. She kept walking forward until she was inches from the watercolor painting. She kept her eyes on the faces of the two people as they seemed incredibly familiar and kept racking at her memory. The man had deep azure eyes, and brown hair, while the woman had dazzling green eyes that seemed to sparkle and wink at her and her golden hair hung loosely down behind her. The woman was looking at the man directly in the face; both of the expressions were of lust as you could pick out the exact detail in the painting that made it come to life. The artist did a superb job of capturing the very feel of the scene that was before her. She believed that if she kept walking she could walk right into the painting to experience the artist's thoughts. She lowered her eyes to the name of the painting and her expression became puzzled as she whispered aloud, "There's Always Tomorrow."

"Miss," someone had grabbed her shoulder and she spun around and gasped at the waiter in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I was just looking at this painting, it's very lovely," she said.

"One of the very finest we have here, it's based on an old tale about a peasant girl and a High Priest back in Egypt some time ago," the waiter said.

Leigha turned her eyes back to the painting and studied the painting once more before she heard the waiter speak again.

"You resemble the woman in the painting very much," he said.

She turned back to the waiter and smiled, he was very kind, because the woman in the painting was beautiful and graceful, traits Leigha thought she could never have in her life.

"Thank you," she turned her head back to the painting. "But I could never be as beautiful," she finished.

"That's a lie," he said. For the first time she looked into the waiter's chocolate colored eyes. They stared warmly at her as she started to lose herself. He was taller but only by a few inches, when she stood next to Seto she felt small as he towered over her. He only looked like he was sixteen, a young teen.

"What's your name?" she asked him as she reached out her hand.

"Mason," he said and shook her hand.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mason," she let go of his hand and turned around and started walking back to her table but somebody had grabbed her arm.

"Wait," he called.

Leigha turned around to face the waiter she had met; he looked upset about something.

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

She looked at him incredulously, and she was about to protest but something stopped her from giving him a smart remark.

"I'm sorry, you should probably get back to your table," he said as he let go of her arm and looked at the floor. She looked at him and said, "you seem like a decent young man, but shouldn't you get back to work?" she scolded.

"Yeah, you're right," he started to walk toward the kitchen door as the bell sounded of a finished meal to be taken to a table. He pushed the door open and disappeared from sight but was soon visible again but this time had two plates in each of his hand. As the boy took pasta and salad filled white china to the table he turned around to face her and smiled and continued his work.

Leigha headed back to her table to an upset Seto. He watched her as she sat down and sighed and picked up her fork again and started eating her pasta once again.

"Where were you?" he asked giving her an accusing stare.

"I told you I went to the restroom," she looked at him annoyingly.

"You were gone for 10 minutes," he replied.

"What did you expect? 30 seconds?"

"Who was that boy?"

"Why do you care?"

"Do you know him?"

"We've met"

"When?"

"Why do you care?" her voice was raising gradually, he was starting to annoy her with all his questions. Stares were starting to form in their direction as the arguing continued.

"I need to know,"

"No you don't"

"Why not?"

"It's none of your business"

"Indeed?"

"Yes!" she had whispered fiercely at him. Neither had backed down since the bickering had started.

"I think it is my business," Seto stated.

"Why would you think that?"

"You're here with me aren't you?"

She moved her eyes away from his and took a large gulp out of her wine. Seto had thought he had won so he too took a sip out of his wine.

"Waiter," he called.

"Yes?" he asked. The waiter was just like the ones you see in those cliché restaurants. The waiters you usually see with the twisted mustaches and the cloth that hangs from their forearm and their other arm holding up a tray of dishes above their head.

She laughed silently to herself as Seto asked for the bill. She hadn't finished her meal but she was tired of it. Leigha quickly finished her wine and sat there waiting for the bill.

"I'll pay," Seto had suddenly said.

"Why? I invited you," she replied.

"I'm done arguing with you, just let me pay," Seto shot back.

Leigha scowled after him as he paid for the bill.

"Thank you sir, we hope you have a pleasant evening," the waiter said as Seto and Leigha toward the door.

"Hmph," was Seto's only reply as he opened the door to walk out.

Seto and Leigha had walked in silence when they reached the parking lot. Seto's limo was already waiting for him at the curb, but he had turned to her and asked her something she would have never expected.

"Do you want a ride home? I know you don't have a car, and it's not entirely safe to be around alone at this time," he said.

Leigha looked at him curiously before nodding her head slightly. They both walked over to the car and Seto got in after Leigha had. He sat across from her and was looking at the empty seat beside her. He wanted to sit next to her, but held back his desires and just stared at the seat. Leigha just sat at her seat and continued to think about the painting.

'Why did they look to familiar?' she thought.

She glanced at Seto and his eyes were locked on the seat next to her. She looked over at it and then back at him.

'His eyes are so blue, they remind me of…' she stopped. The painting. His eyes were just like the man's in the painting. But who was the woman? Her green eyes were familiar too. Her thoughts were interrupted with the slight jerk of the limo indicating its stop. Seto had opened the door for Leigha and she got out with Seto following.

"Thank you, for bringing me home and paying for dinner," she said more to herself than to Seto.

She turned around and started to walk to the stairs that led to her apartment. She fumbled through her purse and took out a mirror when she was looking for her keys, what she saw took her by complete surprise. Green eyes. She had green eyes, like the woman in the painting. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She was in complete shock and didn't notice her surroundings moving upwards as she finally felt herself falling to the hard concrete. She was soon stopped in midair with her eyes closed awaiting contact, but she felt arms around her waist and a hand on her head. She slowly opened her own green eyes to meet blue ones.

Everything seemed to stop, and the only thing that could be heard was the heartbeat of the two that seemed to match perfectly. Seto was still holding Leigha at a dip that mimicked the painting. Her arm wrapped around his neck and her other hand rested on his back. Both of their eyes were staring intensely at each other, neither knowing what to do or say. Leigha noticed blue eyes coming closer to hers. She was afraid that he was falling too and they would both tumble to the ground in a heap of pain so she closed her eyes awaiting the crash, but instead of what she was expecting, she felt soft lips against hers. Seto had captured her in a kiss. Surprisingly but slowly she kissed him back, as every feeling and thought of doubt and anger vanished from her mind. All she could think about was the feeling of Seto's warm lips on hers, the beat of their hearts matching the rhythm of the kiss.

After a few moments of bliss shared, they both pulled away reluctantly, and opened their eyes slowly. Neither moving from the position they were in. Finally after a few moments, Seto stood up straight while Leigha was still pressed against him. He took a small step back and she stood a few inches from him.

"You should watch where you're going," he said and returned to his limo.

Leigha stood there in shock. She slowly turned around and made her way to the door, and heard the limo drive away. She shakily looked around for her keys and opened the door.