Miya's POV

The boys looked at each other than ran into some store that reminded you of a JC Penny's or a Dillard's. You laughed and readjusted your purse on your shoulder. When you finally caught up to them, they had already dove into the first set of 20 some clothing racks.

Mokuba had at least 6 shirts on one arm and an unknown amount of jeans on the other. Aaron was just about the same way, a ton of shirts on one and a mix of jeans, shorts, cargo and khaki on the other.

"Wow you two. You guys are quick shoppers, but um…Shouldn't we find out what size he wears first?"

"Heh, yeah. Maybe." Mokuba said shrugging under the pile of clothes. You nodded and they followed you up to the service desk.

"Can I help you Ms?" the man asked, looking strangely at the boys.

"Yeah, we're Christmas shopping. And I've got measurements for the guy I'm buying for, just don't know what sizes they equal."

"Hm, never heard that before. Normally it's the other way around."

"He wears a lot of dress clothes." you said handing him your cell phone with the measurements on the screen.

"Seems like you'll need a large shirt, XL sweatshirt or jacket. In pants, a 36 tall."

"Thanks," you said as you began helping the boys dig through their piles.

All together and an hour later, you and the boys had picked out a number of things. There was eight pair of pants; four jeans, two shorts, and two khaki cargo pants.

"I thought we said no black shirts?" you asked as Mokuba folded up a shirt and laid it on the shirt pile.

"This one is an exception." he said holding it up. The shirt had a white dragon curling around a silver dagger.

"Yep. Defiantly an exception," Aaron said folding the shirt in his hands.

To make sure Seto didn't stumble upon his presents, you were going to leave them in the trunk and wrap them when he wasn't home. It was the same with the boys' gifts. You'd have to find a day when none of them were home to wrap them and find someplace to stash them. Now that was going to be the difficult part. Mokuba and Seto knew the house inside and out. You'd have to find somewhere else to hide them.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Aaron asked from the backseat.

"We're gonna go see if Seto's done at Kaiba Dome. If not we'll find something else to do. If he's done, you two are going back to the manor."

"You two going out?"

"Yeah, I made sure Rene would make you boys dinner tonight."

"We get the house to ourselves!?" They nearly screamed in unison.

"Sorta, but don't be getting too crazy. There are camera's ya know?"

"We won't."

"We promise."

"Uh -huh."

You parked in the front row of the Kaiba dome lot and even before you could turn your engine off, the boys were already headed for the door. You quickly shut it off and ran to catch up with them.

The sliding doors opened without the smallest noise. Seto was standing at the front desk and was looking pretty ticked. It seemed that he was trying not to yell at the mechanic. You hadn't seen him before, so you figured he was new.

You stopped the boys from running over there as you stepped out of the doors path.

"Ahem." you said nonchalantly trying to get his attention without getting in the line of fire. Seto then stopped mid sentence and looked over in your direction.

"Hey big bro!" Mokuba shouted across the lobby.

Your glance went from Seto to the mechanic. He seemed extremely relieved that Seto was no longer staring at him.

"Anything I can do to help Mr. Kaiba?" you said walking over toward them.

"Unless you can find me a better mechanic, I doubt it."

You smiled and let out a small sigh as you put a hand on his shoulder. His gaze went from the computer screen to your face.

"Can I at least look?" you said smiling sweetly.

"Be my guest."

You looked over at the mechanic and he nodded, looking as if he was going to have a panic attack. You made your way around to the other side of the desk and turned the computer screen back around and scanned over the report files quickly.

You chuckled under your breath and shook your head.

"Seto? Why is there a mechanic here for a security error?"

"Security error? That's not what the technicians here said it was," he said, leaning over you to look at the screen. You inhaled deeply as the scent of his cologne overpowered the air around you, sending a chill down your spine.

"You see this message here,' you said pointing to the screen and clearing your throat, "This is the remnant of a hack attempt. Some how it released a minor virus, and the system over compensated and freaked out."

"Hmph." Seto said nodding his head. It was still odd to see him be impressed by something you could as simply as breathing. You figured that he hadn't taken a deep look into the report, or just had accidentally skipped over it.

"I can do a manual update on security so this won't happen again, if you want me to."

"Sure. I guess I did hire the best tech director I could have found."

You turned your head up to look at him, thinking he was slightly crazy. He leaned forward a bit and kissed you lightly. You saw both boys pretending to gag out of the corner of your eye, and the mechanic giggled a bit behind his locked jaw.

Seto stood back up and returned to glaring at the mechanic.

"Seto, ease up a bit. How bout you take the boys home while I do this?"

"Alright. Oh and there's something in the office for you. I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

You began typing away, designating your updates as Seto and the two boys went out to the awaiting limo.

"I hope he didn't ram you too hard." you said, still focusing on the computer screen.

"Uh, heh. You stepped in before he could get a chance to do anything other than get a bit ticked."

"No problem. Just remember to not take it personally. He's very uptight when it comes to his company."

"I guess that's a good thing. But um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you two…together?"

"Yes, and if the media finds out what I really look like, you'll be sorry you ever asked."

"Yes ma'am. Um you have a great day."

"You too." you said sweetly as he nearly ran out of the building.

Once he was gone, you quickly finished your updates and made your way to Seto's office on the other side of the dueling arenas. You unlocked the door and flipped the lights on. One his desk was a black, expensive looking garment bag.

"Oh Jeeze Seto…You didn't."

You walked up to it and slowly unzipped the bag. Inside was a black wool coat, and not one of those that was cheaply made. The wool was soft in your touch and felt really warm. It was cut in a classic pea-coat style except the sleeves were belled out from the elbow. Judging on how long it looked, it probably reached to either your mid thigh or knee.

Laying on top of it, pinned to the collar was a note.

Miya-

You'll need this tonight.

-Seto

You smiled and giggled slightly at the thought. Apparently he didn't think your wore out, 30 dollar coat was good enough for you. Inside, there was also a pair of matching black gloves and earmuffs (the kind that go around the back of your head).

-I guess we'll be outside for dinner.- you thought to yourself as you slipped the coat on and put the gloves in the pocket.

"I see you found my gift. I hope you like them."

You turned around, still smiling to see Seto standing in the door way, leaning on the door frame.

"You're here all…you didn't leave did you?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Oh I don't know. I just know that you'd plan something like that, and I love it by the way." you said tucking the earmuffs into the other pocket.

"You ready?"

"Sure but two questions first?"

"Mmkay?"

"Where are we going, and what's with the hat?"

"You'll see."

"One answer for two questions?"

"It applies to both questions."

You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically then took his outstretched hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

The car that was parked outside, was defiantly not what you had expected. It was an extremely common car, no where near flashy. Noticing your shock, he explained.

"Thought we'd take something a bit less noticeable."

"You mean we're going to act like a normal couple and not some media whore one?"

"Miya, there is very little about us that is 'normal'."

"Hm, good point. Not everyone can be a billionaire, or date one for that matter."

"And not every billionaire can find such a perfect girl. Hell no man can."

You again rolled your eyes slightly. He then walked past you and opened your door. After you got in, he got in on the driver's side. He quickly started the car and left the Kaiba Dome parking lot. When you were about 10 minutes from the building, he threw the hat he was wearing into the backseat.

You had to do a quick double take at what you had just seen. His hair was now an extremely platinum blonde.

"Wow."

"Yeah, I know. It's weird. I'm still getting use to it too."

"So, you really mean we're going to be able to go out without all the media? And fan girls?"

"Why else would I do something this crazy?"

A huge smile spread across your face and luckily you were at a stop light. You reached across the center console and kissed him deeply.

"Wow, if that's what I get for dying my hair blonde, I'll be sure to do it more often."

You laughed and he kissed you again, lightly.

After about 30 to 45 minutes on the road in to the outskirt area of Domino, Seto stopped the car at a lake front restaurant. It sat right on the pier that jutted out into the center of the dark lake. Seto took your arm and led you inside. After a few mumbled words to the host, he led you and Seto out to the pagoda on the back deck.

It seemed like the entire building and the pagoda were lit only by what looked like white Christmas lights. These lights were wrapped around the rails and support beams, giving it a very romantic kind of setting.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous."

The host sat you at the table furthest from the bustle inside. Outside there were only five or six tables, and no one else. Your table was set with black dishes with silver accents. Even the candles were black and silver.

"You like it?" Seto said trying not to laugh. He was apparently amused by your over observantness.

"It's amazing. I don't think I've ever been to any thing like this before. Have you been here before?"

"No, my first time here as well."

"Then how'd you know about this place. It's out in the middle of no where practically."

"My parents came here on their first date, my father lived down the road a ways. And three years later, my father proposed here."

"Perfect setting, don't you think?"

You found it slightly strange, you had heard very little about Seto and Mokuba's birth parents.

"What were they like?"

"My parents?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind me asking?" you said fidgeting with the cloth napkin.

"It's fine, I figured it would be asked sooner or later. Akio, my dad was the typical jock in high school. I remember him being the less strict parent and would give in to just about anything we asked. Mokuba takes after him much more than I could ever, even though I look more like him. Same hair, eyes, everything except personality."

"Mokuba? Really?"

"Yeah, he's big into sports too. Its just that the private school doesn't offer sports teams."

"Hm, that's kinda weird. But I guess that mean he'll pick up on the martial arts fairly quickly?"

"Mhm."

"So what about your mother?"

Seto got quiet for a moment, staring down at the table.

"She was the most amazing woman I ever knew. She could do just about anything she set her mind to, nothing could get in her way. She was the stricter one, since she was raised by one of the more wealthy families in Tokyo."

"I see where you get it from now, besides your step father."

"Yeah I suppose so, except we have one major difference. She had a deep love for everything, especially her family. She was always full of life and had a smile on her face. She was like that, even when she was in the hospital from the accident and my father was already gone."

His voice began to get shaky until your hand touched his.

"I'm sorry I asked Seto. I didn't realize it was still a painful memory."

"No Miya. You had every right to ask. I know a lot about your past and parents. You only know the bad parts of my past."

"Well, I'd still love to know more about them, when it's a bit less touchy of a topic."

"How about later, when we get home and we're not out in public?"

"Sounds good to me."

"So, you hungry?"

"A bit yeah."

Seto handed you a menu and told you to order whatever you wanted. You smiled and took it from him, and quickly scanned it. There was nothing food wise on the menu under 40 or 50 dollars.

"Miya?"

"Huh?" you said, your eyes shooting up from the menu.

"Everything alright? You look a bit pale? Not cold are you?"

"Oh no, everything's already…just really expensive."

Seto chuckled under his breath and rolled his eyes.

"You really do have a money complex don't you?"

"How bout I put down the menu, and you order for me. Oh and don't tell me the price. And yes, I do. It comes from years of living on whatever I could scrap up doing part time witnessing jobs. Even then, I don't know how we ever made it 'til now."

"You know you don't have to worry about that anymore. Plus, you have to get use to it. I'll be spending money on you as long as I have it. Same goes for Aaron."

"Aaron will adjust better than me. He always thought we had plenty of money left over from mom and dad's will. Truth was, we left with nothing. I've become quiet the actress when it comes to Aaron and stuff like that. And Seto…you really don't have to…"

Seto's POV

"And Seto…you really don't have to…"

"I know, but I want to."

Finally, she gave up and set the menu down. This was one of the many things you loved about her. She loved you for some reason other than your money and your fame. You scanned the menu, finding one of the cheapest things on it. Although you were going to spend all the money you wanted, you decided to give her some of her way.

When the waitress came by, you quickly gave her the order; drinks included and she left.

"So, what made you want to come here?" Miya said taking a sip of her water.

"I'm not sure really. Just though it would be a good place to spend some time alone with you…just us, no media."

"Heh, and I do really appreciate the platinum blonde hair. But I have to admit, I love the brunette much better. How long am I going to endure the blonde?"

"Just until I wash it. It's the same dye stuff Ali used on you. And the same goes for you by the way."

You reached over and took her hand and waited for her attention to turn to the water again. As soon as it was, you slipped the ring on her finger.