Hehehe! Hello it's Yoshi here again! I've changed the title of this chapter from "When Complications Arise" to "Arising Complications" and then finally to "Arising Problems". Haha I know you're probably thinking "They all sound the same" but I did not want to repeat the same words over and over again. Just a little habit of mine. Anywho, Happy reading!

Chapter 4 Arising Problems

[Aster's POV]

As I stared after her, my feelings arouse dramatically.

What just happened? I thought as I stared back into the card - Pot of Greed.

I didn't use that card for the rest of the duel; I didn't need to use it.

It took a while before the piano music had started again. Moonlight Sonata. It was soft, sweet expressive but sad. I wasn't paying attention to the duel anymore.

It bothered me too much.

I couldn't stop thinking of her.

[Satorious's POV]

He was smitten. I've never seen him act this way before. It was faster than I predicted, the Lovers card was in my pocket.

Lovers

They were destined to be lovers.

[Casey's POV]

"Such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Phoenix"

I reached out my hand towards Aster Phoenix, expecting a handshake. I was stunned at the intensity of his sapphire eyes, how it took hold of my own.

Slowly, without breaking out eye contact, he reached forward, took my outstretched hand, and gently pressed his soft lips onto the back of my hand while closing his soft eyes.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Nagoya." He said politely. His smile was genuine and his speech was genteel. It was hard to believe that he was the same age as most of the guys in my year level! He was well mannered, a child prodigy in both duelling and education (2 PhDs!). A professional athlete too!

My face heated up instantly as soon as he let go of my hand, returning to the intense eye contact he had done before.

His gaze returned back onto the duel, his eyes were burning with passion. Jonathon was still starring at his cards, thinking hard for a combat strategy. Cindy was still hiding behind my back, looking at the guests at the next table. Aster Phoenix's companion, his manager, I assumed, was sipping his wine quietly.

"My draw," Aster had flipped open a card. I froze as I stared in shock at that card-- Pot of Greed.

"Are you stupid or not?"

"You can't put that card in your deck!"

"That's cheating!!"

"You're a liar! You little bitch! You can never beat me, NEVER!"

Those voices, those angry voices had filled in my head once again. I had to leave. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I had moved uncertainly, not knowing what to do. I could feel the sweat forming on my head and all I could mutter was "I got to go back to the piano, See you around."

I bowed and caught a glimpse of Aster's expression, confusion and concern as I escaped from that card. I scurried away, away from that card, away from that table and away from Aster and the others.

"You can't duel! You don't' even know how to use that card!"

"That's cheating! You liar!"

"No it doesn't! Right Daddy?"

"You think you're so smart…"

"Drawing 2 cards? With Pot of Greed? You are insane! That is so out of order!"

"You're Daddy is D-E-A-D! Hhahahahhaha!"

I wiped my tears off with the back of my hand, where Aster had just kissed me. The voices were decreasing in my head; I breathed in deeply and let out a jagged breath. Ronald Richardson, my step-brother's voice still sounded so familiar, his cruel laugh, his painful contradictions and his bad use of language still echoed in my head.

It reminded me once again of our argument we had, 10 years ago. This was something I tried to bock out, but failed to do so.

I can never forget that argument.

Never.

[7:00 p.m.]

I walked back, slowly, taking my time as I walked towards the grand piano. The guest was standing there, waiting for me, smiling patiently.

"May I ask your name?" He asked as I approached him.

"I am Casey, Casey Nagoya."

"You're dad was an old friend of mine."

"Really!"

"Yes, Kevin and I were best mates in high school."

"Um…sir? Are you Peter? Peter Stevenson?"

"Yes."

I smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Stevenson, I need to go back on duty now. It's nice knowing you." I reached out my hand, hoping NOT for a kiss.

"It is nice knowing you, and finally finding you, Miss Nagoya."

He shook my hand and nodded at me as he put on his black hat. I watched him walk out of the restaurant unaccompanied. Giuseppe had popped out of no where to thank him at the doorway. I sat down on the piano chair, not knowing what to play for the first time.

Oh, Dad, where are you? I miss you so much….

I started playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata again, silently dedicating it to my dad in my head. This was his favourite piece, he told me when I small…

I don't believe he is dead.

I will find him! I'll prove it to you all!

[9:00 p.m.]

I stared at the clock I placed on the piano. 9:00 pm. Jonathon's bedtime.

My eyes were droopy and I tried to stay awake.

Guests were leaving and only a few remained. I ended the piece I had improvised and Jonathon came up to me and wished me "Good night". He looked exhausted, babbling about how good the duel was on and on. Tina had to drag him into the kitchen, I waved at the half-asleep Jonathon and Cindy, who trailed behind her mother. I scanned around, looking for guests until I met a pair of sapphire eyes. Aster was still sitting here, alone!

I still remembered the nervous moment of seeing Pot of Greed, so I turned around quickly to play something. I could feel his gaze boring into my back. I chose to play "Think of me" from Phantom of the Opera.

"Brava! Bravado!" I heard him say. I closed my eyes as I phrased the soprano section and turned to see him standing next to me. I reached the cadenza section, still aware of him standing. I ended with fortissimo and extended the note by adding the pedal.

Oh crap! What does he want now? Please don't ask me about before! Please don't!! Please Please Please!

"Can I help you Mr. Phoenix?"

"Call me Aster!" He smiled again. I instantly realised why the girls in school were attached to this gentleman. His eyes were extremely tender and his face showed concern.

"I was just wondering…if you were alright, Miss Nagoya." His eyes were still fixed onto my face; he looked apologetic, as though everything was his fault.

"Can you PLEASE stop calling me Miss Nagoya? I would really appreciate if you stopped it, it sounds funny…"

What am I going to do?

to be continued.....

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