A/N: Just thought I'd let you all know, I am also posting this story on under the username "thegirlwithgreeneyes" The fic there is the exact same as this one, though.

I think Kisara's dialogue comes off with too much of an edge, I don't know.

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An hour later, Seto was on his way to the cafeteria for lunch time. He had all ready pointed out to Kisara where the cafeteria was, so she should have no trouble finding it on her own from her last class. Seto sat down at the end of third table from the back of the cafeteria, as he had done for the previous three years at Domino High School. He always sat alone at lunch, no one sitting on the half of the long table Seto resided at, the closest person about five feet away at least.

Seto opened the book that had been handed out in his last class and looked over a few of the pages briefly scanning its contents. Shortly after, Kisara sat down across from him. After a few seconds passed without him looking up from the book, she spoke.

"How was your last class?" she asked conversationally.

Seto glanced up from the book briefly before answering, "Fine," as he continued to scan through the pages.

Kisara sighed, seeming annoyed at the lack of conversation. "You've been showing me around all day, and you've hardly said more than a few words to me between each class. You haven't even told me your name yet."

Seto looked up and met her blue eyes with his own, this time keeping eye contact. She was right, he realized. He hadn't thought of it before. "My name's Seto Kaiba," he said. He closed his book. "You all ready know that from the classes we have together, don't you?"

Kisara smiled a little. "All of the teachers just called you 'Mr. Kaiba' and the few students that do talk to you only refer to you by your surname. I have heard your name before though, I just wasn't sure if it was really you."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Where have you heard my name before?"

Kisara giggled. "You are quite well known as a duelist, Seto," she answered.

"Oh, right," Seto answered quickly.

"Why? What did you think I meant?" she asked.

"It's nothing. I don't know what I was thinking," he replied, trying to brush it off.

"Keeping secrets, are we?" Seto gave her a look, but before he could reply, she continued. "It's fine. You're the type to keep to yourself anyway, it seems."

Seto raised an eyebrow and looked at the rest of the table, which was basically empty. "What gave you the hint?"

Kisara laughed again. "You know what I mean. It's more than that, I'm sure."

"Maybe," Seto answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"See, there you go, keeping things to yourself. You're just proving me right you know."

Seto gave a short laugh and opened his book again for a second before shutting it again and taking out a more interesting reading book.

Kisara noticed that he didn't like to keep conversations going too long. She waited a few minutes before speaking again.

"Do you read a lot, then?" she asked.

Seto looked up. "Mostly when I have spare time in school, like at lunch."

"Most people eat during lunch, you know, not read," Kisara said.

"I don't see you eating either." Seto observed.

"True. I don't really like school food. But then again, I'm not reading," Kisara pointed out.

"True," Seto agreed. "Why not? Do you like to read?"

Kisara looked down at the table, "Yeah." She raised her eyes back to look into Seto's. "I used to read a lot. I don't have any books I can read though, unfortunately."

"You could go to the library," Seto noted.

"True." Kisara was staring at the table again, thinking, so Seto turned back to his book.

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Kisara quickly became lost in her thoughts. Her first day of Domino High School was going better than she had expected. She figured not many people would talk to her, and she would just go about her classes quietly. There was just one thing she hadn't counted on. Seto Kaiba.

There was something...different about him, though she couldn't quite place it. She had, naturally, been attracted to boys before, and even become infatuated with some of them. That wasn't what she was experiencing, though. She also seemed to have a deeper since of familiarity with him than just recognizing his name as that of a great duelist. She felt a sort of... fascination towards him. There was something about him, something that was somehow more than anything else, and she wanted to know what.

She seemed to be the only one to feel this way, though. All the rest of his classmates seemed to generally avoid him. They seemed to think poorly of him, even his teachers. The homeroom teacher had been surprised that Seto would help to show her around. If it was just that Seto was quite or kept to himself, she wouldn't have been quite as shocked.

Kisara didn't expect to figure it all out right away. She had only met Seto this morning, so she wasn't troubled by her inability to figure him out. Kisara got the feeling that Seto Kaiba wasn't a person that would be easy to get to know and to understand either, but, she had the rest of the year to try. Kisara liked to understand the hows and whys of things. This included learning as much as she could in school, but that wasn't it. She liked to try and figure out how people thought. Why they acted certain ways, and being able to know someone well enough that you'd know how they'd react in a certain situation.

Back in her old town, she had become quite good at reading people. Here, however, she was starting all over. Well, at least she couldn't be caught saying that she didn't have anything to do. And it wasn't like Kisara had too many people to figure out. Seto was the only one she talked to so far. Kisara certainly wasn't complaining about that though.

Soon, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Kisara and Seto stood up at the same time, and then met each other's eyes. Neither moved or breathed for just a moment, a strange sort of feeling in the air.

"Ready for our next class?" Kisara asked, breaking the silence.

Seto nodded. "Yeah." He turned and began walking towards the door, with Kisara quickly falling into step behind him. Both kept walking, acting as if that moment had not just taken place, despite the fact that it was the only thing on both of their minds.

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