A few months back, my relationship with Kaiba had just blossomed. He had agreed to exchange numbers, despite how hesitant he was about it, he eventually opened up to me, found me as someone he knew he could trust. Never in a million years could I have guessed that we'd ever become anything more than bitter rivals.
I now found joy in myself every time I heard his voice, every time I saw his face, every time my skin brushed up against his.
It was a sweet sensation, whatever this was, the feeling of absolute dependence on another human being. I needed him to function, I needed him to breathe, I needed him, I just needed him. For whatever reason, I found myself falling for him so much deeper than I had thought possible.
First it had just been an attraction to his features, then slowly it had become an admiration for who he was, soon enough it was infatuation with everything that was Kaiba, that was him.
After a month he began insisting that I call him by his given name, an honour which belonged only to his little brother, Seto, he told me to call him. It never felt right on my tongue, never did sit well with me. I opted for names such as "Kaibabe", "Kaibae", and so on. He found my hesitance to use his name funny, but that didn't stop him from using my own.
Kats he called me. A cute nickname that I couldn't quite get over. I found his actions and himself to be quite the bit cuter than I had remembered him. He was still the strong, self-dependant person I knew him to be, but with more than one side to him, and that I loved.
I found myself in love with everything that was Kaiba Seto, even the man himself.
Another few months of dating and he asked me to move in with him. This proposal was met with anxiety, of course. I said yes, but what was to happen to our relationship? We hadn't had sex yet, if we were to live together, to sleep in the same bed, what would stop that from happening?
I wasn't quite sure I could go along with it. The thought of that made me sick to my stomach, I was nervous, I had it stuck in my head that I would be forced to bottom, that I could never be anything else in this relationship.
When I voiced these issues to him, when I dumped all my worries, he only comforted me, promised that he would never trick me into anything I didn't want, that we never had to do such things, that if we did, he wouldn't mind taking the bottom.
He truly was too good for me.
We moved in together, into the place that his stepfather had left for him. It wasn't too big, but it was big for just two people, lucky we had Mokuba living with us as well. Without that runt running around I would have been too nervous to breathe. It was a big step in our relationship, living with one another, spending every waking moment at the others side, it was a test, and one I couldn't fail.
I doubted I could ever do well to live without him at this point. He had become so much to me, so much so, I never seemed to be able to stop bragging about him, to sister and to friends.
At first no one had believed that I was speaking truth, they claimed that Kaiba seemed just as distant toward me as he had always been, for a while, that had me worried, eventually, however, he opened up, started showing affections I had thought impossible of him. It left me with no more fears, the same happened when we moved in with one another.
Each step we took seemed to bring us closer and closer together, nothing seemed to be able to drive us further apart, and that was wonderful. Our relationship was stable, and no matter what the media may have said, no matter the rumours which got around us, no matter what my friends and our family thought, we were happy.
It seemed everyone else was happy for us.
Kaiba Seto is the love of my life.