AN: Another one! I'm hoping to get this up right away, but I have to watch a play my little brother made with his toys so...

This chap is comedy and awkwardness galore! Mostly SetoXKisara, they're kinda fun to write. And most of the italics are thoughts of the people speaking before them... just FYI...

"My cat does not drink coffee!" Mokuba half yelled half laughed, "besides, she's too short to reach and too fat to try."

"That's what she wants you to think," Kisara countered, trying her best to look serious, "She drank the last of the coffee and she's trying to pin it on me."

"She is."

"Yes."

"Realy?"

She laughed, "Yes, realy."

"And that's the best you can come up with? The cat did it?"

The door opened and Seto walked into the room, laptop under his arm. She smiled, taking her que, "Mabe Seto drank it!" Seto looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.

"So," Mokuba said smirking, "first you blame my cat, the you blame my brother?" He made a soft tisk-ing sound.

"What ? Seto drinks coffee." Her voice was still soft and quiet.

"True," the young Kaiba pondered over this thought.

"How do we know he didn't?" She smirked with him.

"Seto," Mokuba accused, "How dare you drink the last of the coffee! You should be ashamed!"

Seto didn't look up from his laptop, "Should I?"

"That is a horrible horrible thing you did Seto," Kisara said, putting her face in her hands and pretending to cry, "How (sniff) How could you do such a thing?"

A slight smile played on Seto's lips, "Kissy-"

Mokuba laughed, "Kissy? What's wrong with you?"

Kisara looked up at Seto, then she turned to Mokuba, "That's ok, all my friends call me Kissy."

"And I don't get to call you Kissy"

"Pshh, you're not a friend, " she said, pushing him away, "I barely know you."

"Rejection."

Seto got up and walked out. He had better things to do then listen to those two argue over nothing.

What did he feel for that girl anyway?

Feel?He was Seto Kaiba. He didn't feel anything for anyone.

But still...

No. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing for her. Not for her pale skin, or her white hair, or her soft way of talking, or those clear shining blue eyes...

He sighed as he sat in the back of his limo. Yes, yes he did feel something. If only he could name it...

Evening fell around the Kaiba mansion and Seto sat in his bedroom/office working. If he could get this done by tomorrow...

A soft knock came on the door. He sighed, "Yes?"

The door opened and closed with a quiet click, "Hi," came the soft voice.

"Kisara," He didn't look up from his computer.

She moved over to the desk and still he didn't look up, so she did the only thing she thought would work. She perched herself on the dest in front of him.

He looked up at her then, and she smiled down at him. Damn those eyes, they made her forget everything.

Seto was some what flustered, so he said the first thing that came to his mind, "You know, some people whould take that as an open invetation to rape you." Damn it, he thought to himself, way to be a creep.

Kisara ran with it, "It's not rape if it's consenting." She bit her lip, Just wow, Kisara, that was way to forward. Quick, just change the subject. "Besides, who has sex on a desk?" Wow, Kisara. Really?

"A lot of people actually." Damn it, just shut up!

"Allrighty then. Let's supose we were to have sex," Couldn't you have used any other example, "and someone walked in. Would you rather they be scared for life," she patted the desk, then gestured to the bed, "or slightly embarrassed?"

If Seto had been capable of doing anything than make a complete fool of himself, he would have smirked, "Meantle scaring so deep no tharapist could fix it."

To his amazement Kisara giggled, then she bit her lip and pushed a lose strand of hair from her face, "I'd never have sex on a desk." Oh, Kisara, you moron! He probably thinks you're a creep!

"Really?" Fine, whatever. She allready thinks you're a creep.

"Never." Unless- No Kisara! Don't think! Just-

He stood, towering over her, and leaned forward slightly, bracing himself by putting his hands on the desk on either side of her. What the hell are you thinking, Kaiba? That was a wonderful question. And the answer was: He wasn't. For once in his life he wasn't thinking.

She instictively leaned back. Then she brought her lips to his and kissed him. He went stiff for a moment and she pulled away, turning her head to the side and pushing more blue tinged hair behind her ear. Nice, Kisara. Wonderful.

He turned her face back to his and kissed her. What the hell was he doing?

She kissed him back, wrapping her slender, pale arms around his neck. Their kisses deepened and her hands made their way to the first button on his shirt, unbuttoning it. They broke away for a moment as he pulled her shirt over her head.

He picked her up then and carried her over to the bed. She pushed him away gently, "What about Mokuba?" she asked him quietly.

"Mokuba can sleep through anything," he said, then added, "If you don't wa-" He didn't get to finish his sentence she brought her lips back to his, silencing him.

The sun was rising slowly but surely into the cloudless sky. Kisara cuddled into Seto's chest scilace filling the room. "Well," she said looking into his eyes, "what I was going to say before you so rudely seduced me," he rolled his eyes, "I... I'm going to go stay with a friend..."

There was a pause. "You don't have too."

"I don't want to overstay my welcome..."

"That's a long way off," he said, playing with a strand of her hair, "Mokuba likes you."

"Oh, Mokuba likes me, huh?" she laughed. He gave her a barely there smile and kissed her.

Then her cell phone rang.

"That would be her," she said with a laugh, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab her skirt and pulling her cell out of its pocket, "She's alway's had shitty timing."

"Give me the phone, then."

"No! You'll say something mean!"

"Most likely."

"No." she said then clicked the phone on.

"Hey, Jen, " Jenifer heard Kisara say on the other end.

"Sorry to call you this early, but Marik and I just got home." Jenifer explained.

"No, no. That's okay..." She could hear another voice on the other end but couldn't make it out.

"Kissy," she said agast, "is there a guy in your room?"

"No, no, no! Why would I have a guy in my room?" there was that voice again, this time she responded with an oh-so-quiet "No."then quickly added, "So what have you and Marik been up to? Wait... don't answer that!"

"Would you belive me if I said there is nothing sexual going on in this house?"

Marik's voice came echoing through the tiny house, "Babe, where are my pants."

Jenifer laughed, "Just a minute. I PUT THEM ON THE ROOF!"

The mysterious mumble comtinued in the background. "No, " Kisara answered it, "stop."

"Which brings us back to the subject at hand..."

Kisara sighed, "Can I just talk to you at the Dairy Queen later?"

"I guess... Marik say hi!"

"Hey Kisara." was his automatic responce.

"Hi Marik, bye Marik, bye Jen."

"See you at the Dairy Queen Kissy!"

No direct responce came, but they head the conversation on the other end:

"Gosh, I hate you!"

"That's not what you said last night."

*click*

"Great, now she thinks we did something, she said putting her phone on the head board and let Seto wrap his arms around her.

"We did do something," was his responce.

"Yea, but not while we were talking to her. Now hand me my bra."

He dangled it over the side of the bed, "Give me my shirt."

"Give me my bra first."

"I don't trust you."

"I dont trust you."

He held the Bra firther out her reach.

"Are you really that immature?" she laughed.

"I'm immature? I'm immature?" Seto asked sarcastically.

"Yes! Please, Seto?"

He handed it to her. She smiled, "Thank you."

Well, well. which to choose. Decisions, ddecisions." she tapped her chin with her index finger, "What do you think, Larry?"

Blub, blub, blub, blub.

"I concur. Such fun today will be!"

Mokuba Kaiba came storming into Seto's office at Kaiba Corp. that morning with the accusation of, "Damn it Seto, care about sonething else for a change!"

"What are you talking about, Mokuba?" Seto asked, looking up from the papers on his desk.

"Some creeps just tried to kidnap me! Again!"

"What for now?" the elder brother sighed.

"I don't know! they tried to kidnap me, I fought back, one said 'not him, the other one' and they got in the car and drove off!"

The other... no! Kisara! there was only a slight chance that's what they meant but he wasn't going to lose her, not when he just got her back. he was out the door in a second and in the limo in another. He pulled out his phone and diled her namber.

"Hi," she answered almost immedatly.

"Kissy, were are you?"

"I-I'm at the Dairy Queen with Jen. Are you okay, Seto?"

He sighed, "Ya, I'm fine. Just stay there, ok?"

"Alrighty then." *click*

It was another minute till his phone rang. He glanced at the number, "Spit it out Ishtar."

"Um, you know Kisara, right?"

"Faster."

"Jen's freaking out, she said she's just been kidnapped-"

A stream of cuss words escaped his lips and he hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later came another ring.

It was Kisara's number.

"Kissy, are-"

"Enjoying my little game, hmm?" It was a female voice with the slightist accent.

"Who is this?" Kaiba growled.

"So many questions," she sighed in dissipointment, "they told me you were smart."

"Where's Kisara?"

"Don't worry, you'll see her at the finals."

*click*

AN: two in one day! be proud my readers! Yes it was awkward. I warned you. but with that ends the awkwardness. I wanted to show why Bronya took Kisara, not Mokuba (he's getting a little old for that) Thanx and bare with me!