When I said that to Mokuba, I expected the worst. I expected to be left alone, to be completely abandoned by the only flesh and blood related to me in this whole world. The only one I felt close to and trusted.

"I wouldn't say that. Do you feel attracted to everyone? It's probably just something special about the one 'him'" Mokuba said, sounding extremely wise, more so than I expected. I stared at my brother with new founded respect. I thought about what he said and found he was right.

"So do you think it's love?" Mokuba asked sipping his soda. He was so casual about it.

"No…" I said unsure of myself. I had no idea. Was it love?

"No?" Mokuba asked staring at me with his violet eyes.

I stared down at the table, feeling uneasy. Certainly I felt feelings for the blond to chase him this far. It's been years since high school and I never forgot his essence. His face seemed to be the sun and I had felt like a vampire until the day I ran into once more. I wanted to help him, to do what I could for him, but I didn't want to let him know I was responsible for any of his sudden good fortune. It felt like an admiration, a strange one sided love without the intent of letting the other person know your existence. Except he knew my existence and he knew how overpaid he was by me. He knew me. He knew everything I was made of and all my tricks. At least I thought so considering he checked my system hack so quick without being caught by my own system's security. I-

"Seto?" Mokuba's voice slammed me out of my thoughts and back into the chair in the diner my body was left in.

"What is it?" I asked quietly, vaguely mumbling.

"I think you're serious about this guy. You never daze out like that…" Mokuba commented.

"Sorry about the wait~! Wow we're busy today~! Geez…Well anyway~ here's your food guys~!" Rebecca said with a huge smile and sitting down at the table with us. She was normally warm welcomed by us but I had the feeling she was just like a strange growth at this moment. Unfitting to the situation and unwanted.

We finished our meal quietly and I was left alone again. Mokuba had to return to his studying academy and I was sitting in my office.

Then, the bell ring to alarm me someone was at the gate. I didn't acknowledge it with much more than a 'send them in' through the intercom to the security guard. I probably should've looked to see who it was but I just felt dead. Lifeless. I couldn't even vaguely explain this emotion. I stared intently at the door.

The tanned blonde guy walked in.

"I'm here with the portfolio you requested of Jounochi. It's early but he said it shouldn't matter." The guy I'm sure was Malik said walking up to me and placing the portfolio in front of me on my desk. I stared at his hand for a moment and remembered the note.

"Wait" I said to his retreating frame. He paused and turned to look at me casually.

I held up the note with my two fingers.

"This is for you, it was hand delivered by some strange messenger. Inform Jounochi this isn't his headquarters. The next intruder I wont hesitate to kill. Understood?" I said well aware that this must've been a personal issue considering the way he froze up momentarily. When he finally thawed out he broke himself from his dead stare at the note in my hand.

"You keep it." He said awkwardly. "but uh, if it's the same intruder…don't...kill him…ok?" He was shaking slightly and left just as quickly as the intruder had. They were quite alike. This kind of issue didn't seem to fit the reactions Malik just showed before me…so it couldn't possibly be they were brothers in a feud….

I put the note in the top drawer of my desk and looked to the black portfolio in front of me.

With eager hands I unlaced the tie holding the portfolio closed and pulled out one CD and a book of photographs. It was a lot more than I expected.

Flipping through the book I was thoroughly impressed by the composition, lighting and angles he achieved in his works even though most of them had an erotic feel or something similar. I placed the disk in my laptop and waited for it to load all of the two seconds it took.

Then I almost turned completely red when I was greeted with a full out pornographic video. I shut it immediately, shocked, confused and embarrassed.

What's with the porno tape? I texted quickly before looking at my laptop awkwardly again.

You said any of my work was cool, so I included one of my best films.

I stared at the message and read it a few times before it computed in my head.

You make pornographic films?!

It's what I'm known for. I told you that you weren't associated with the companies I'm involved in and also that I wasn't advertised. What kind of photographer is like that if not a porn photographer?

So does that make him indefinitely straight!?

I see. Well then this should be interesting for the both of us, considering you'll have to take a new approach. I texted as formally as I could in the process of exploding with psychotic feelings at this moment.

You stuck in business mode? It's getting old.

I decided not to answer that text and put my phone down. I looked through the photo book again wondering what Jounochi thought when he photographed all of these people. Most of them were females, and each more clever angle made me feel more and more….

….like I had no chance with this blond haired boy I fell in love with.

I'm not quite sure if this fits in with the flow of the rest of the story