"I don't care what you do to me I am not wearing that damn uniform!" Haruna's eyes flared angrily as she stared the seamstress down.

"B-but Miss Takasugi…the Elder M-Master Kaiba has a-all his w-workers w-wear this uniform. I-It's a st-standard rule of the h-house hold." She seemed to stutter and quiver in a mousy manner in mentioning her employer. This only fueled Haruna's anger more.

"You so-called 'Master Kaiba' can crash and burn for all I freakin' care! I am not for my life wearing that damned piece of cloth or what ever the hell you want to call it!"

"I thought we had this conversation Haruna…" Kaiba had heard everything from the door way. With the wave of his he dismissed the tailor to leave him and the girl alone. She seemed eager to leave his presence, and hastily went for the door.

Haruna clasped her hand quickly over her neck, covering the mark he had "given" her at their last reunion. She had been working since their previous meeting the week before to avoid him as best as possible. Why did he have to see him so soon? The better time would have been never again!

He paced towards her like a lion stalking his kill. The same strong glint flickered in his eyes as before. The sense of dominance and authority that seemed to be a constant factor for him: It was this set-off that she could never stand about him. But he continued closer till he seemed to tower over her like a small child being confronted by a disciplining teacher. She tried best to stay her ground this time, she had not forgiven herself for begin taken advantage of like the last time.

"Is there a problem here Haruna? I expected as my new intern you would be more obliged to do as you're told." His voice was very low but still as cold as it had ever been.

"And you know Kaiba-'san' that I was never the one to do as I was told by my authority such as…yourself." She stated flatly.

"Maybe you didn't learn from our last little game…"

"That was no damn game that was…!"

Before she could finish, he had her against the wall and was latched on at her neck. She made a small cry as he sank his teeth and lapped with his slick tongue again at the last area of molestation. He ran his lips slowly up her neck up again close to her ear, causing her body to shake. "This is a game Haruna…our game. The more you resist me…the more I want you. And the more you fight…the easier you make it for me to take control again. So stop toying with me if you don't have the strength or skill to play with the fire you're making. You will get burned if you keep doing this…"

He showed his authority by slipping his lips over hers and taking her mouth hostage. Now she knew he wasn't lying; everything was here in this moment…another kiss. Her body seemed to crumble underneath him slightly, making him catch her and bring her up to match his own. All the space that was between them before didn't exist now. He had captured her to make them one.

When he finally let go, she toppled onto the floor; half wanting to cry, half wanting to die. But she could do neither, if this was a game, he wouldn't let him win. She leaned up straight with a sullen and stern expression. "I'll remember that in the future…Sir."

He had sensed that she would pull this sooner or later, but only grunted and walked out of the room again. She let out a huge sigh of relief when he was out of hearing. Unwillingly she took up the Kaiba Corporation uniform and groaned in misery.

It was a short silver dress, which only seemed to reach up mid-thigh. The short sleeves were lined with black, and the left breast held the company logo. She couldn't stand the thought of herself advertising that monopoly son-of-a-bitches' work.

Well, at least it's better than what I have to wear to school now… She thought to herself with a sliver of up-beatness.

Her five o'clock alarm went off louder than she wanted it to. Haruna felt that her only hope for school in Domino was to not be seen with him at all costs. Get up early, walk to school and pray to God it was big enough to avoid him in the hallway. But knowing him he would pull something sooner or later.

She found herself racing towards her shower like a demon on fire. The water first shocked her with the cold, but soon sub-sided to warmth. She loved the water, no matter where she was.

A loud growl curled at the sides of her lips looking at her disgusting blue and

pink uniform. She couldn't believe that they would force people to wear this disgusting piece of garbage. Who ever the designer was had a sick sense of humor.

She pulled the tight jacket over her chest and slid the skirt over her waist. It was tight in many places that she wished weren't. It was like the entire object of this piece of flimsy cloth was to make the girls look like a couple of prizes for the taking. It made her sick to her stomach; women being treated like tools.

Quietly, she stuck her head out into the hallway and looked out both ways. She held her breath as she started to creep out of the room and onto freedom. Taking one last look behind her to see if anyone was following her then leaped down the servants' staircase.

The air was crisp and clear so early in the morning. Everything seemed still and peaceful. As if nothing could disrupt this seemingly perfect surrounding. She took in a huge gulp of air before setting off into the dawn-strutted sky.

Her leg muscles pumped hard as she paced herself on the long walk. The school was a probably no less than five miles away, and classes started at bout seven-thirty. She prayed that the cross country team she was on a couple of years ago would do her service now. The horizon seemed long as she worked her way forward and to freedom.

The two hours slipped by quickly. She finally came to the school hot and breathless. She drank the air through her lungs as she tried to calm her tired body down. If there was a God, this was proof: She had made the entire morning without Kaiba.

The school seemed gigantic to her, towering like an old European building. It seemed way too large to be a school; it gave off the presence of a prison. She held her breathe once again and made he way towards the front.

She felt everyone start to stare at her, the lone new girl. Half her body felt like running, but her feet forced her to move forward. A small knot formed in her gut as people started to whisper as she passed them by. She began to hear things like "hot new girl" and "so beautiful". Her cheeks became hot as she moved passed the boys whom seemed to stare, and the girls who threw murderous glares. The steps she made seemed to let her glide along the pavement as if she was a wisp of air, refreshing and new.

Finally, she reached the front steps of the building. Everything seemed to be going smooth, until she felt something collide with her backside. "WATCH OUT!"

Haruna felt herself fall flat on her back, making her groan in pain. She felt someone's weight shift on her as they verbally expressed their agony as well. She turned up to see a guy about her age, although he seemed disturbingly younger. He had a tri-colored style spiked hair cut; all red, yellow and black that seemed to defy gravity and all the laws of Nature it's self. His eyes were large glassy orbs, and they reminded her of spring violets. He blushed darkly as he lifted his head from her stomach in which he had previously been buried in.

"Oh man! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you like that! Can't believe what a klutz I am!" he pleaded as he shot up and offered a hand to put her on her feet. Her eyes lit up to the first friendly words she had heard in the longest time, save the sweet complements from Mokuba.

"Relax, I'm alright. I should have really not been daydreaming; it was my fault that you crashed. I can be such a waste of space sometimes." She chuckled taking his hand and letting herself be pulled up by her newcomer.

The boy blushed slightly and asked her if she was new at the school. She replied with a simple yes and inquired where the main office was. The two went in together smiling, making some small talk about the school and current events.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Yugi Moto. But you can just call me Yugi for now, all my friends do." His cheeks were tinted with a warm shade of pinkish-red. "My grandpa owns the game shop in town."

"You're Yugi Moto?" she said with a slight gasp, "You are just the best dueler in this world! It is a real honor to meet you!"

"You play duel monsters?"

"Girl can never leave home with out her deck! By the way my name is Haruna Takasugi…your number one fan from Tokyo!"

Yugi's cheeks turned slightly redder as he laughed nervously and scratching his head. They had finally reached the office so Haruna could obtain her new schedule. When she came out, Yugi offered to escort her to her new locker and classes for the day. She accepted gratefully as the marched their way to the locker rooms.

Haruna made her way to her locker and started to test out the new locker combination a couple of times. Yugi leaned on the one next to her as they continued their conversation about duel monsters. "I don't know about you, but Dark Magician will always be my favorite card."

"Well, it is the card you are best known for. Every duelist knows that they are in for deep trouble when they see you pull out your Dark Magician…"

"Hey Yug! Who is your new buddy over here?"

They turned over to a small band of teens that seemed to be approaching them. There was about three girls, and at least six boys. There was one girl with stylish short brown hair, who seemed to fix her eyes jealously on Haruna. Another girl had long soft light colored hair, with a large pair of sunny eyes and an innocent smile. The third girl was a leggy blond with large purple eyes and large red lips.

The boys how ever, looked more scruffy and high flying. There was a tall blond with big brown eyes and a think Queens' accent, the one who called out to them. Then there was one with huge pointed, brown hair style, which looked almost impossible to be done. Another one had long pure white locks and glistening eyes, but seemed to be hiding something from everyone else. A curious looking guy had jet black hair pulled in a high ponytail and piercing green eyes that seemed to cut everything, a small die-shaped ear ring dangled from his head.

But the last one really caught Haruna's attention. He was foreign and queer, but enchantingly beautiful to look at. His hair was long and danced like the desert sand, and his skin was rich and tanned. She was instantly bewitched by the beautiful intensity of his eyes, bold and unyielding. Their lavender color made her think of home, of all the things that she had missed. She suddenly felt weak and hopeless staring at him, but it felt good this time. It felt…familiar to her.

"Oh, hey Joey! This is Haruna, she just moved here from Tokyo. She is a duelist like us! Hey Haruna, these are the friends I told you about."

Haruna pulled herself out of her trance. She smiled softly and gave them a small bow. "It's so great meeting you all you have no idea."

Everyone soon gave their ins and ends to formal introductions and started to move down the hallway. They all started to laugh and wrestle as they promenaded down the hall way. She found herself mashed in the middle of the girls, as they began to giggle and gossip the way cliques do. Surprisingly, she found herself at home with this slightly abnormal group. They were all friendly and inviting, like she had known them forever.

But she couldn't keep her eyes off that one boy. The one she had introduced himself as Marik. She felt as if she had to be with him some how, as to pull him away from everyone else and have him as her own. He created a sense of deep wanting in her, what was it?

Before she realized it, they had entered their classroom, leaving her an unwanted welcome. "Where the hell have you been?!"

It was Kaiba, a damn pissed Kaiba. His usually cold eyes were heated with anger and rage. Fire would turn cold in his sight. It was the kind of glare that made your entire body go numb with anxiety.

Haruna caught herself at the doorway, all the air was trapped in her lungs. This was defiantly not expected, or pleasant. She remained perfectly still as he stomped towards her and grabbed her roughly by the arm. Kaiba pulled her tightly to his body and whispered "You scared the piss out of me…"

"And you're making a scene!" she hissed back at him.

"Tell me where you were…"

"Let go Kaiba!"

"TELL ME!"

"I'd like you to let go of my girl friend."

They both turned around to the speaker. Marik was standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes still glistening like precious jewels. Kaiba on the other hand, looked as if he were going to explode at any moment. And all the blood rushed to Haruna's face with desire and embarrassment.

Marik slowly glided over to the doorway, gingerly lifting off Kaiba's hand and replacing it with his own. "You are my girlfriend, right Haruna?"

A lump caught in her throat, her heart raced at mind numbing speeds. His very touch made her skin chill in excitement and rush. She looked at everyone else as they nodded their heads and mouthed "go for it!" to her. Very slowly, she nodded her head yes, letting Marik slide his hand up to rest on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry…I don't believe I understood that…She's your girlfriend?!"

"I didn't seem to stutter Seto, I asked out to the movies this Saturday and she accepted with great delight." Marik stated coolly as ice. His hand gently rubbed Haruna's shoulder as he brought his lips down to nuzzle her hair, making her go even redder. "We have become quite affectionate in the last hour or so…"

"That's a joke. I doubt you will ever get past the front get to her house." Kaiba growled coldly.

"Now why would that be?" Marik had already begun playing with her thick auburn hair.

"Because she lives with me! And I doubt I am even letting you near her!" he snarled again.

This is where she got mad, and decided to state her own in the matter. "I may live with you, Seto, but I am not controlled by you! I have the right to go out with and do as I please!" to prove her point, she pressed her lips onto Marik's, leading him into a soft, but demanding kiss. It was meant to be quick, but he soon caught on and pulled her deeper into it, making her lost in the moment.

It was nothing like the other kisses she had had with Kaiba. No coldness or lust about, there was just passion: An emotion that she seemed to be deigned and yet longed for dearly. He pressed his tongue against her lips and she greatly let him in. His entire body seemed to engulf around her and she let swam in his sweet scent and aura.

Why was he so…familiar?