Chapter 2! Sorry it's so short! enjoy!

The Prince and the Pauper

by hanyou-samurai

Mokuba opened the door, holding videotape. He pushed it into the VCR, turned the television on, and hit play. Music filled the room, as Seto appeared on screen. He was shirtless, and wearing dance slacks. Only some guys wore… tights when doing ballet. Seto was amazing, and graceful. His bare, slightly tanned skin gleamed under the light, and then the music ended and his dance was over. It went to a different video, this time with Seto dancing hip-hop. His muscles rippled under his lightly tan skin as he danced. Dragon leaned forward slightly, eyes taking in the amazing sight of a handsome CEO dancing. Once that song was over, Mokuba turned the TV off and quietly left the two teenagers alone.

"Wow," breathed Dragon, looking at Seto. "Why didn't you want me to see that?"

A light blush had crept across his cheeks. "Because… it's embarrassing to be seen dancing ballet."

Dragon's smile faded and she shook her head. "I can't believe that you're ashamed to be seen dancing ballet. You shouldn't be ashamed of any style you dance. Dancing is a form of self-expression. Since you're obviously not expressing yourself anywhere else, dancing is actually healthy for you. Well, it's healthy anyway, but for you, it's healthier than other people."

"Why?"

"Because I noticed that you don't express yourself, or let any emotions show, and that is not healthy for you. Dancing helps you express yourself, your emotions. So, really, you'd probably be mentally exhausted and have some sort of disorder if you didn't dance."

"Hm. Probably."

Dragon grinned. "Are you always this uptight?"

"Haven't you heard about the cold, cruel, uptight CEO of Kaiba Corp? He insults all in his path, sparing none. That is how he gets his enjoyment."

Dragon shook her head, smile gone. "No, I really don't think so."

Seto was confused. "You don't think what?"

"I don't think you insult people for fun."

"Then why do I insult people, since you seem to want to be my shrink."

"I think you insult people for fear of getting hurt."

Pure emotions crossed his face: pain, anger, realization that she was right. "Shut up," he hissed, wounded.

"No. You know I'm right. You fear you might get hurt, so you push all away, even your little brother. You claim to love him, and I know you do, but you still shut yourself in your own little shell. You are cruel and hurtful intentionally, scared that somebody might want to be your friend, scared that somebody might want to get close to you!"

"What do you know, lizard?" he hissed, trying to build a wall around him once again. But he knew that she was right. He knew that she knew what he felt. He knew that she shared his pain. He just didn't want to admit that he was screwed up inside.

She looked at him defiantly. "I am Dragon."

"If you are a dragon, then what am I?" he spat.

Dragon cupped his face in her hands, looking deep into his eyes. "I do not know." Dragon leaned closer, and brushed her lips lightly across his. "I hope that you will be a phoenix. Be reborn, Seto Kaiba. Rise out of the ashes of your previous existence. Rise, and become something glorious."

Her hands dropped to her side. Seto cupped the back of her head in one of his hands, the other wrapped around her back, and he drew her towards him. Their lips met again. This kiss was less chaste, more passionate. Dragon was surprised. Seto broke away after a few seconds, noticing that she wasn't kissing back. Even though they weren't still kissing, Seto was only a few inches away from her. Her eyes were blank. Seto didn't look any farther than that. He didn't see the hidden surprise. He sighed. To Dragon, his breath smelled like mint. To Seto, she smelled and tasted like chocolate. He started to pull back.

"I'm sorry."

"No." She wrapped her arms around his neck. They stared at each other for a few seconds, formerly emotionless eyes emotionless no longer. Both showed happiness. Seto's showed love, lust, and passion. Dragon's held love, and passion. Seto pulled her harshly towards him, lips meeting hers passionately. He immediately started nibbling on her bottom lip, trying to get his tongue into her mouth. She didn't oblige. Growling deep in the back of his throat, he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Teeth sunk into his tongue, not enough to hurt, but enough to warn him to get out of her mouth. His tongue retreated to his own mouth.

After a while, he tried again. This time, she obliged. With his tongue in her mouth, he pushed her onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. When it was unbuttoned, he threw it onto the ground and began to take her shirt off. Dragon shoved his hands away, and sat up, breaking away from him. Both teenagers were panting.

"What are you doing?" she asked, breathing hard.

"I'm sorry. I got…"

"Carried away?"

He grinned and nodded. Dragon placed her hands on his bare chest and planted one short kiss on his lips. "You are too much."

Seto grinned even wider, wrapping his arms around. "Dragon… I've known you for less than a day, yet I feel like I've known you for years."

Dragon grinned, leaning into his muscular embrace. "Me too." Mokuba opened the door and walked in, quickly appraising the situation. He grinned.

"Finally."

Seto and Dragon blushed. "I just met her today!"

"Yeah, but you've been in desperate need of a girlfriend for a while."

Dragon laughed while Seto rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Dragon broke out of his embrace, then leaned back onto the pillows.

"Seto, we need to go back to my house."

"Why?"

"I need clothes, and regardless of your wonderful technology and entertaining things, I need some things to entertain me." Seto grinned.

"Okay. Let's go."

"When we get back, can I take a bath?"

Seto nodded. "Of course."

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