"Your lunch is re-" "Ah!" "Ow!" "dy." Oh god. Why did he have to move his head back? The maid had startled me and I bumped heads with Kaiba.

Why? Why did he have to roll his chair back? I tripped over his chair. As for the position I was in...It was very awkward...very awkward indeed. My right arm was around his shoulder, my torso was on his lap, as for my left leg and arm well my leg was top of his desk and my left arm was on the ground because my face was about an inch from connecting with it. Bless taking martial arts and the quick reflexes...well...sort of. Okay so I need to work on my reflexes a little...okay maybe a lot...HEY SHUT UP!

I rolled off of him hitting my face on the leg of his chair. "Ow!"

"Mr. Kaiba, are you alright?" the maid ran to him. I'm the one in more pain! Hello? Ugh! I sat up in a kneeling position holding my cheek. Oh did I forget to mention I also hit my head right before I caught myself from falling. Yeah now it's throbbing.

I sat on the leather couch eating my sundae as the maid bandaged up my cheek. I winced from the alcohol but gulped down the spoonful of ice cream.

"Thank you Ms. Mitsuki!" I said to the maid/nurse. I envied yet admired her. She was beautiful. She had short brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and her skin was close to perfect. "You're my favorite maid here because you're so nice!" I hugged her. "Thank you Ms. Kurono, I like you too. Oh about earlier," she began to whisper, "sorry I didn't come to you first but I kind of work for Mr. Kaiba you know how it can be" I laughed. She looked scared. "It's okay! Really I know he can be harsh sometimes." "What are you two talking about?" We froze. Quickly gaining my composure I made up a lie. "Oh girl things, you know I got my period and wanted"- he put his hand in front of my face to signal me to stop talking.

"Yeah, I don't need to know those things." I snickered at his tone. "Oh, I must go, if you'll excuse me now," Mitsuki left the room.

"I can see why you hired her. She's very pretty." "What's that suppose to mean?" He asked. "Well you know. You are a guy and of course you would want someone as beautiful as Miss Mitsuki working for you." I blushed with envy.

"Ms. Kurono, I don't hire people based on their physical appearance. I hire them if they're good enough to work for me. I'm not an old perverted man just trying to get sex from his female employers." I blushed again. Crap.

"So, I guess I'm good enough to work for you huh? That's a real compliment I guess." I turned away but then I realized...

I was once again all alone with Mr. Kaiba. In His Office. All...Alone.

Strange and naughty thoughts I'd rather not tell you ran through my mind. My face turned red as I swooned back and forth.

"Ms. Kurono, are you feeling alright." He began walking closer to me. "You're so clumsy," he dragged his finger across my cheek where the cut was, "and you always seem to get into trouble." He moved his face closer to mines. "You..." my heart was beating faster and faster blocking out my hearing.

"I'm sorry can you repeat that Mr. Kaiba?" I asked as my heartbeat began to slow down. He stood back up.

"I said you remind me of Mokuba." I froze and it felt like my heart did too. I-I re-remind h-him of his 12 YEARD OLD LITTLE BROTHER? ...

Is that a good thing?

Damnit.

For some reason hearing that hurt me a lot. I don't know why usually if something like that was said to me I wouldn't care but it came from Kaiba.

I balled my fist. "Excuse me Mr. Kaiba. I have work to complete." He gave me an odd look as I ran upstairs.

Why did that statement hurt me so much? I don't care if I was being compared to a child but for Mr. Kaiba to say it...it made me feel weird.

I began working on the sites templates with what I thought was a real insult, echoing in my head over and over.

Ugh it was a stupid thing to say why did I care so much?
The phone rang. I got up rubbing my eyes and picked it up. "Hello?" "Your wake up call, Ms. Kurono." "Thank you."

Yeah so I stood up all night. The coding was definitely harder then I thought it would be and editing pictures was annoying. Not to mention working with flash got me mad to no end when it didn't go how I wanted it to go. But all in all I had created a very hot page.

Everything was perfect in my opinion. Now if only it would impress Mr. Kaiba. Tsh that'll show how childish and how much of a 12 year old little boy I remind him of.

Getting out of the shower I got dress getting ready for my tutoring session.

I tip-toed to the front door when...

"Where are you going Hitomi?" "Oh, hey Mokuba, I'm going to my tutoring class." "Oh," he yawned, "how are you going to get there?" He yawned again. He looked so cute.

"Uh, I'm going to take the bus like every other normal kid." "Ah, ah, ah. Tsk, tsk, tsk Hitomi you have to remember," Mokuba put his arm around my waist, "you're not living with normal everyday people." I sweat dropped. "Take the limo," he clicked open a cell phone. "No, really Mokuba that is un-necessary. Really." He ignored me pushing a button. Before I could even object anymore I heard a honking noise coming from outside.

"Mokuba tell your brother I'm leaving okay?" "Yeah, sure, what's your cell number I'll keep it if we need to get in touch with you," he flicked open his cell phone again. "Uh about that...yeah my cell got disconnected. I didn't exactly pay it last month...and the month before that so yeah..." I trailed off.

He sighed. "That's alright, here, you can borrow mine, besides I have another one upstairs." He smiled walking off into the kitchen.

The honking noise went off again. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming. Impatient little bastard...I hope no one heard me."

I got back later at around 7:00 pm. Yeah it takes that long to get over there and for me to get tutored and then for me to come back.

So what? I couldn't get the problem. Be quiet!

"Good evening Ms. Kurono welcome back." I yawned looking at Ms. Mitsuki. "Hey, Mitsuki." "Tired? Are you too exhausted to eat dinner?" I laughed at her statement. "I am never too tired to eat!" I perked up. "We can all see that," I looked up and saw Mr. Kaiba. I gave him an accidental glare in response he raised his eyebrow at me and proceeded to the kitchen.

"Ms. Kurono, you'll be attending Domino High." I looked up at Kaiba he had paper work in his hand.

I couldn't believe it he was so busy. Yeah okay he owns a business I know but wow he can't even eat without doing something work related?

"Um...okay..." I said not sure of really how to reply. "All the information as well as your uniform is upstairs in your room." "So Hitomi you'll be going to the same school as Seto? That's so cool!" "Wow Mr. Kaiba you go to school too?" I asked disbelievingly jumping out of my seat. He looked up sighing. "Of course why wouldn't I?" "Well because you already have like everything school prepares you for..." I sat back down in my seat.

"And doesn't it just make you busier, Seto?" He looked up at me again blinking. "Aren't you already consumed with all the work from your company, plus home, social life, like friends and stuff, as well your little brother and then you must have a love...interest," he got up from his seat.

"I'm done." He glared down at me.

Maybe I crossed the line? Even the staff was looking at me as if killing me with their gazes. It was as clear as day he wasn't finished eating...I must've said something.

-Later-

I was looking at some of the information from the school. It looked so fun and like a public school. I wonder why Mr. Kaiba would go to a Public School. Maybe he just wants to live more of a normal life. Treated normally and not like some rich spoiled guy who always gets what he wants. Someone just looking from the outside would probably say that he is spoiled and a snob but if you're actually around him a lot in a more personal space you can know that he really does work hard for his worth...

There was a knock at the door interrupting my train of thought.

"Come in."

"Hey Hitomi." It was Mokuba. "Hello Mokuba." He walked to my bed moving my uniform out of the way to sit down. "Weird uniform huh?" I said scrunching my nose. "I didn't come here to talk about that Hitomi." He looked serious and like he was trying to hold something back. "Listen Hitomi," I nodded moving forward and putting my legs to a crossed position to get a better listen, "about what happened at dinner I apologize for Seto." "What Mokuba? There's nothing to apologize for! I should be saying sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It's none of my business on how busy he is. I shouldn't butt into his life. I'm going to go apologize to him right now!" "No, Hitomi...actually I think you've said enough. Seto gets mad easily and I don't...Hitomi just be careful of Seto. I don't want you to get hurt." He gave me a smile which faded when we heard the deep voice of Kaiba.

"Mokuba what are you doing in here? You have school in the morning go to your room and go to sleep." Mokuba hopped off the bed and left the room but right before he left he gave me a weak smile.

I ignored his earlier plea because of my guilty conscience. "Mr. Kaiba...I apologize for my rudeness at the dinner table." I couldn't look up at him. Why? Why! Was I ...scared? Mokuba's plea rang through my head. 'I don't want you to get hurt?' What the heck was that suppose to mean?

He made a grunting noise. "Right...um Mr. Kaiba I finished the design for the website in case you were wondering."

"I can show you now if you want," I turned towards the computer. He began walking over to the machine.

I booted up the computer and showed him what I had done. I saw a small smile crept its way onto his face. I sighed smiling. "So do you like it? Would you like me to change anything?"

"You really do impress me Ms. Kurono." I grinned at his compliment. The flash work was perfect. The templates, everything was perfect. I felt so confident. I was a little too confident.

"Is it ready to put up?" He asked. "Yes, it can go up whenever you see fit." "Good. Hitomi you can be annoying at times but Mokuba really does like having you here." I blushed. Was I hearing this correctly? My confidence grew more. "It's good that he has someone else to talk to besides myself. I guess he thinks of you as an older sister." "That's great but I was wondering something." He was still looking at the page when he motioned for me to continue. "Um I wanted to know what you felt about me living here?" I couldn't get out what I really wanted to say. He didn't reply but instead looked at the clock. "It's getting late." I stood there had he not heard me?

"Seto..." he looked at me a bit surprised I called him by his first name which I barely ever did, "did you hear me? Even though it sometimes doesn't seem like I honestly really do like you! And..." I couldn't finish. "A person shouldn't hate their boss"- I had to interrupt him. "That's not what I meant." "Then what did you mean?" He looked more serious.
I sighed collecting all the confidence I had. "Ever since Kioshi's funeral I have liked you more and more. I've developed such feelings that I've never experienced before! Every time I get near you I feel more confident more important. Like I matter. Every time I'm near you my stomach feels weird it does flips and I blush. I become clumsy and seem like an idiot but I can't help but think about you whether I'm awake or asleep. You're always in my thoughts. And I try to impress you with everything. The way you speak, the way you dress, even how good you smell...Seto I'M IN LO"-"Ms. Kurono stop saying such foolish things. They mean nothing." With that he closed my door and left.

All the confidence I previously had diminished to zero. I was paralyzed from the words he spoke. Every one felt like a knife being stabbed into my chest multiple times. The small reply he gave me hurt more then any one could know. I put my back to the door sliding onto the floor.

"Mokuba...was right...I should've listened. He knew I would get hurt...somehow...I SHOULD'VE LISTENED!" I brought my hands to my face as if covering the shame I felt. The tears stung the corners of my eyes.

What had I done to deserve this? A simple 'I don't feel the same way Hitomi' would've been better then this! He didn't even let me finish. He just cut me off with those piercing words of his. And that cold stoned expression upon his face when he spoke those words to me. I went to my bed and put the pillow over my face trying to cover the shrieks of pain I was letting out from bawling so much.

That night I couldn't sleep. Tears stained my pillow as well as streaked down my cheeks. That morning I continued to cry letting the shower cover it all up like the rain washing away my sorrow. But this time the shower was washing away my happiness.