A/N: So uh... The begining is the lemon I mentioned last chapter... As I post, I'm extremely embarrassed so please don't judge me! I'm very inexperienced in this field and only know what I've read here on fan fiction.

I suppose it's not much of a lemon after all, there isn't much detail...

Chapter 10

"Kazuko, you're ill..." he mumbled, despite the fact that her moving into this position aroused him.

"Not anymore, I don't think..." Her scratchy voice was completely gone, replaced by a sultry, seductive voice. A voice that High Preist Seto could not resist. As she reached out and brushed a finger against his exposed skin, he decided that he should do as she asked.

He smirked at her, watching her face as he gently stroked her most delicate of parts. She blushed bright crimson and smiled at him embarrassed. "Again.." she whispered. He complied and brought his thumb down closer to her opening. Her breathing started to quicken, her heartbeat picked up and she could feel her body replying to his touch.

"Oh Kazuko, I've missed you!" The High Priest stood from his seat and moved so that he could hold himself above her. His hand stayed put and played with her, while she squirmed and moaned beneath him. He leaned down and captured her lips with his, both of them desperate to satisfy the other, having been away from each other for so long.

When he slipped his fingers inside of her, her toes curled in reaction. He didn't notice, so Kia tried carefully to move her legs and they miraculously wrapped around his torso. He broke the kiss for a moment to look down in wonder, then pressed his lips onto hers.

He removed his robes and slipped himself inside of her easily, joining the two in an action of lust and desperation.

The following morning, the High Priest awoke alone. No, Kia's body had not left; She had, her soul, inside entity, the part of her who made her who she was. And yet, she was still there.

Kia did not believe in ghosts or spirits, but there she was, standing and watching as a heartbroken Seto clutched at her lifeless body, the very vessel she had been in control of only a few hours prior. Emotions attacked her invisible chest, as she pained and longed to be in that body, feeling him again. She moved over to him and tried to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, tried embracing him from behind.

He felt nothing.

With a gasp, Kia dropped the millenium rod and collapsed. Kaiba was quick enough to catch her falling body before she hit the floor and then proceded to call out to her.

"Kia?! KIA?!" His surprised and angry tone would have awoken someone, had they been asleep; but Kia was out cold. "Shit..." Kaiba muttered, before carrying her to their room.

The amazing thing was that although Kia had fainted and would not wake for another hour or so, she stil dreamed. Her dream wasn't the most pleasant of dreams, but she still experienced it.

She took down the nicest light blue tray in the house from the high cupboard and placed it carefully on the kitchen worktop. Taking a light green teapot from under the worktop, she dropped a Lyons® teabag inside and filled the pot with boiling water. This was then placed on the tray.

Next, she found a matching cup and saucer, placing the cup on the saucer and putting it next to the teapot. The sugar bowl and milk jug from the same set were found next and these were filled with fresh milk and irish sugar.

She washed a small sideplate, again a part of the light green set and placed it on the tray between the sugar and milk. She folded a light blue napkin into a triangular shape and placed it gingerly on the plate. Taking a packet of biscuits from the press, she put three on the plate and nibbled on one herself, her work for this afternoon's tea almost done. The last thing to do was to deliver it.

And so, a nine year old Kia Boulevard tiptoed to her parent's home office and tapped lightly on the door. The big oak door.

"Enter" was the gruff and abrupt reply. Kia struggled to balance the tray on one arm while she opened the door and walked in. She knew this room inside and out. Dark red walls, an odd smell of leather and tobacco, her father's plush leather swivel chair behind an oak desk and he sitting in it.

"Good afternoon father" Kia greeted softly. She made her way over to his desk and placed the tray down carefully, already making a bee-line for the door.

"Good afternoon Kia, mind if we talk?" Her father's gentle voice stopped her immediately. She twirled around, her floral print dress floating as she did.

"Of course father..." She moved back over to his desk and sat in one of the smaller leather chairs there.

"Now Kia, you know what happened to Saoirse, obviously..." he muttered, looking down at an irish document. "And you know your irish well, whereas I don't..." Kia studied her father's face as he spoke, wondering why he was suddenly talking to her.

Since Saoirse's 'incident' ("It wasn't an incident, those ladies were treating her unfairly to begin with!" Kia had argued) he had hardly spoken a word to her, only to tell her that while she lived in his house, she would need to earn her keep.

This confused her, made her feel like an employee rather than his daughter. But she complied. She brought him tea every afternoon, about midday and would collect it after half an hour. Sometimes Harry's mother would be with him, and Kia would need to get the larger lilac tray to fit both saucers.

"Well... The Irish lady wrote me a letter to explain the incident, but she wrote in Irish... I don't know the complicated grammer and vocabulary, whereas you might..." As he spoke, he handed her the irish letter and she looked over it.

"It... It says..." Kia stammered, angered by what she read. "She wrote that there was an incident in the kitchens while she helped prepare dinner..." Her face grew hot and flushed. Angry tears welled up in her eyes.

"But the day I collected you, she was crying and muttering 'Fuair sí bás ar an bóthar'... I thought that meant she died on the road?" Her father was equally upset.

"That's what happened!" Kia suddenly squealed and the tears ran hotly down her face. Her father's mouth dropped in surprise. "They... they were trying to tea... teach us how to sit p-p-properly, and Saoirse wasn't doing it and they... they sent us outside to... t-t-talk and Saoirse told me that she didn't want to b-be perfect. She said she f-f-f-felt lost since you met H-Harry's mother..."

Harry's mother had entered the room to find her husband and was alarmed to find his child from a previous lover still in the office. She checked her watch (A gold monstrous thing) and noted that the child should have left at least ten minutes ago.

"Kia, calm down, it's alright..." Her father poured tea from the pot into the saucer, added two spoons of suger and a generous amount of milk. "Here, calm yourself" he said, handing the saucer to Kia. She took the cup timidly and sipped at it.

"Why are you serving her tea?" Harry's mother was less than pleased.

"She is my daughter and therefore, it is my job to comfort her." He didn't raise his eyes to see her. He kept them on his little girl, a young lady if he ever saw one. "Kia, when you are ready, do continue.." he mumbled.

"This is ridic-" Harry's mother started to bark.

"ENOUGH Margaret!" Her father's bark was much more powerful and 'Margaret' flinched.

"We spoke in irish... After that, I told her to stop arguing with the teachers and we went back inside. Later on, we were writing our letters to you... And Saoirse wrote that the ladies were being mean to her and that she wanted to go h-h-home..." Kia's hands trembled.

"They chased her outside. S-she ran out onto the road and... and..." She closed her eyes. "A c-car came down the road. Hit her. Sent her flying. She landed in the field opposite the school." Margaret frowned in disgust.

"The irish lady said that she was unlucky. That she was killed on the road..." Kia looked down at the cup in her hands. "I wasn't allowed to see her and they called you straight away..."

"Now Kia, I really don't think you should be talking about this..." Margaret reprimanded. Her father rolled his eyes.

"Margaret, I asked her about it..." he explained. She closed her eyes, as though in pain.

"But Ryuuka, Kia was the cause of the accident. Lady Amelia told me over the phone a few weeks back..." Margaret opened her eyes and looked sadly at him.

"Whatever do you mean?" Ryuuka demanded. He stood up from his chair and glared at Margaret.

"Kia encouragd Saoirse's outrageous behaviour...' Margaret looked scared. "Lady Amelia said that they were always plotting in irish together..."