I know it was in high demand and I apologize for the wait!

Here's chapter six, from Seto's Point of View. It's a rather short chapter in comparison and the next chapter will also be. I thought of combining them, but I really believe that they need to be separate. The next chapter is going to be VERY short. Just a heads up. I'm almost done typing it up, because I wanted to upload them at the same time.

Thank for being patient and for all the reviews! You're all amazing!

This on going battle inside really is going to make me kill myself. All I want when she's gone is for her to STAY gone. For her to just disappear. But when ever she's around me, I can't help but to become weak. I can't stand to see her with Mokuba. It's just like that day when he took her out to run errands... I got so pissed off.

I scolded him. I flat out warned him not to get close to her. I nearly threatened him. But what right do I have? She's engaged to Fujiyama. She's not mine. She's never been mine. So how can I say those things to Mokuba anyway?

And what exactly was that speech about anyway? How could I just say things like that to an engaged woman? Maybe I have a weakness for a woman with low self esteem and no confidence.

Or... just a weakness for a girl who looks just like the ghost haunting my dreams.

And when I told her, "I thought the same thing the moment I saw you..." Did I mean at that moment? The first time I met her at that party? Or... the first time I had seen her in those hallucinations? I think I'm beginning to fall apart mentally... I can hardly differentiate what's real anymore...

"This is the place you reserved for that meeting?" Kisara's eyes were wide open with excitement. "This place is... Beautiful."

Of course it was. Only the top of the line. It wasn't even in Domino, but a few towns over in the city. I was getting tired of Domino anyway. A change of scenery was much needed. Plus, it was a good halfway point between Kaiba Corp and Kamora's business—the man I canceled the meeting with.

"Reservation under Kaiba—and just two of us instead of four, if you can change to a smaller table. Please give the booth to someone else." I ordered, approaching the sign in booth.

He looked over his reservations list and made a few notes. "Very good sir. We have a few open tables for two. Would you like a balcony table, a window table, or a table by the stage."

I looked down to Kisara, "Any preferences?"

She smiled up at me "Well, I don't have my jacket... Perhaps a window seat for a nice view?"

I looked back to the host. "You heard the lady."

"Wind seat it is." He made another note. "Right this way, Mr. Kaiba."

The two of us followed him through the quiet crowd. We went passed the stage and towards the balcony, though we passed it That's when I noticed a familiar face among the crowd. He was out with a woman, one I didn't recognize. What was he doing here? And with someone else?

"Here you are." The host gestured to our table. "Please don't hesitate to ask for anything and your waiter will be with you promptly."

"Thanks." I walked behind one of our chairs and pulled it out for Kisara.

She blushed lightly. I wondered how often Kojiro takers her out, if ever. After she sat, I pushed in her seat and loosened my tie. I took my seat, making sure I was sitting to where I could keep my eye on the prick.

"This really is quite a lovely place Seto. I almost feel bad that you've brought me some place so expensive." She rested her head on her hand, now pressing her elbow to the table and looking out the window.

"Tell me bout yourself Kisara. Outside of work." I got her attention quickly. "I want to learn more about you."

"Oh... Well, there's not really much to know about me... I'm a pretty boring person honestly." She seemed flustered.

"Start from the beginning then. Did you always aspire to be a maid?"

She giggled, "Of course not. It's not a very good story though... Are you sure you want an earful of a pointless background story?"

I nodded, making sure to smile. Though my eyes would appear to be on her, they were looking passed her. I tried not to show any anger, but how could someone just sit so steadily with him there like that?

"I'm sure. I do really want to get to know you." I gave a gentle smiled. Was I telling the truth though? Or was this just another ruse? I honestly couldn't tell.

Before she began, the waiter came and introduced himself, asking what drinks each of us would like. For myself, a rum and cola. For Kisara, a blue raspberry martini. She was apparently a fan of sweet and sour, fruity drinks.

"So from the beginning huh?" She started as we waited for our drinks. "The furthest that I can remember is that my parents gave me up to an orphanage. I don't know why, and I don't really care or want to know why... I'm sure they had their reasons, whether good or bad. But, because of that, I think I sheltered myself from everyone..."

"You too..." I whispered under my breath to myself.

"But as time went by, I had a few foster families, each one of them returning me until eventually I just stayed at the orphanage until I turned 18. The moment I moved, I knew that I'd never go back... But there are personal reasons for that..."

The waiter came back, delivering our drinks and taking our orders. A steak for me and chicken kiev with a side of white rice for her. I never would have gotten rice with it, but I'm sure she knows what she's doing. As the waiter walked away, she took the first sip of her martini. She made quite an interesting face as she did. I'm sure it must be quite sour.

And as she and I took our first few drinks, the thought just stayed buzzing in my head. She, too, had grown up in an orphanage. But, she didn't lose her parents like Mokuba and I had. They just gave her up? How could she not want to know why? How could she have gone this long without tracking them down and just asking them?

"Oh, and no. I didn't also aspire to be a maid. It's just... convenient and easy. I don't usually get along well with people..." There was some sadness to her eyes. "The only people I've ever gotten along with were the children at the orphanage, to a point. Most of them looked up to me as a 'big sister' figure, since I had been there so long. And then when I started working for Fujiyama, I met Momoka, and she's become my closest friend. Now, I seem to be getting along well with you and your bother. And Serenity now, too."

"And Fujiyama." I added.

"At least Kojiro seems to like me." She took a heavy drink of her second Martini. "The maids there are all... Just horrible. Especially when I was a maid Momoka is the only one who was kind back then and is still today. And Kojiro's sis just despises me. Just like their father..."

"I thought you got along with your maids?" I inquired, looking past her again to make sure that he was still at the table.

"This may be the alcohol talking," her voice was more serious, "but those women are nothing but a bunch of bitches..."

"Oh?" I liked her angry tone. It quickly caught my attention.

"The things they did when I worked with them... The harassment... I've never wanted something to harm people, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that those bitches deserve to rot... They've got a lot of karma to deal with in their future." Kisara averted her eyes with a smug look to her face as she swirled her drink with her finger.

I nearly burst out laughing. I never would have pictured her to have a dark side deep down. I did laugh, but I kept it quiet so we wouldn't draw attention.

"What?" She now was glowing red with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." I took a sip of my own drink. "I've just never pictured you getting angry or holding a grudge. You've always been quiet and kind. But honestly, could they really have done something so bad to deserve to rot?"

Her anger seemed to switch off to a sad, sorrowful expression, which I definitely wasn't ready for, "Yeah... What they did is unforgivable in my book."

I leaned back in my chair and asked, "Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather change the subject?"

It was quiet for a moment after that, but eventually she did speak back up, "I've just never told anyone... Not even Kojiro... So it may be difficult."

She took another sip, downing what had been left of her drink, "Well... When I first started at the mansion, they were all really nice. Kojiro was... rather crewed at first. But when he had started taking a liking to me, the other maids started to resent me. They stopped talking to me, made more messes and left them for me to clean... But when Kojiro started pursuing me to date... They gave me a gift, apologizing for how they had been."

"Well, that doesn't sound too bad... Right?: I waved over the waiter to bring over another round of drinks.

"That's the thing though... They had told me that they were sorry and gave me the gift and told me that 'I wasn't allowed to open it until I got home.' The said it would help me and Kojiro would like me more because of it. So, I waited until I got home like they had asked... But when I opened the box that the gift was in... I screamed a little... I dropped it and it rolled out onto the floor. The moment it hit the tile... it turned itself on... And I fell to the floor, just sitting there and watching it... Vibrate..."

"They... gave you a vibrator?" I whispered, staring at her as she eyed the drink.

She didn't look back at me. "I cried so much from the harassment... But I never quit... I just let them keep it up. I never said a word to Kojiro. And even today, they still do stupid things like leaving condoms in my drawers and replacing my underwear with thongs and skimpy outfits... They know I'm still..."

She cut herself off and her eyes became wide. She stared up at me, flailing her hands about in front of her.

"I—I'm sorry! I didn't m—mean to keep t—talking about it! I just... got c—caught up..."

I could easily guess what she was going to say. And it's not surprising in the least. She's still a virgin. It suits her well, fitting the innocence that she wears so well. Staying pure until married seems about right for someone like the girl I see before me. I don't know why she's so embarrassed about it though.

"It's fine." I said as the waiter returned with yet another round of drinks, as well as our food. "Your secrets are safe with me."

She was suddenly bashful as she pushed her hands into her lap and looked down to the table. "Thank you... Seto."

After some time eating, it seemed that her nerves had calmed down. She had apologized for digressing from the main topic as well, and went on to tell me about what she wanted to do before she became a maid. She dreamed of becoming a composer or famous violinist... But she knew that wouldn't happen if she were going to marry Fujiyama. She still had no idea why he detested the instrument, but was content with never finding out why. She was also content with giving up her dreams to be with him.

That pissed me off for some reason. But what place do I have to speak about her decisions?

As she was telling me about her favorite classical songs and composers, I noticed from the corner of my eye, him. He was getting up and leaving his table, leaving behind the woman that had sat with him.

"I'm sorry for interrupting.. Would you please excuse me for a minute or two?" I didn't want to be rude, but I also couldn't let this moment slip away.

"Sure thing! Sorry for talking your ear off!" She took a bite of her food.

I smiled down to her as I stood from the chair. "Don't be sorry. I'm enjoying listening to you. Now the, I'll be right back."

She smiled up to me in return, and nodded her head before looking back down to her food. She continued to eat as I made my way to the table. I wasted no time walking to where the blond sat. She was dressed in a red gown. It was unflattering to say the least.

"Oh, Kaiba! Funny seeing you here!" She snickered, "What brings you to this side of town?"

"I could ask you the same thing... Valentine."

Mai rose an eyebrow. "I believe I asked you first, Kaiba. "

I sighed, "If you must know, I'm out on business. Now tell me, what are you doing here with him?"

"No disrespect, but that's really none of your concern." She snickered, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

I smirked. "All of my employees are of my concern. Especially when they're out playing games with someone like you."

"Oh, so he works for you?" She seemed all the more interested. "Well than, if you must know, he asked me out here on a date. I don't know why that matters to you any. He's not giving me any Intel on your little gaming industry. Besides..." she took a sip of what looked like wine, "he works in the account firm your corporation took over. I happen to be one of the many he helps keep track of their finances."

"All the more concerning." I stared at her intensely.

"Look, I'm really just here on a date. You can ask him yourself." She sighed.

"I'm only concerned for two reason: One being the fact that I last heard that you and the mutt were together again."

"We are. And Joey knows that I'm here. Fujiyama is supposed to be cutting a deal with Joey, but my being out here with him tonight is the last part of the deal. And nothing out of your new firm's pockets. He's donating his own money."

That pissed me off even more than him throwing away the firm's money. "I don't believe you for a second... Joey is too much of a pansy to share his woman..." I ran my fingers through my hair. "Nonetheless... I do have one last concern."

"Oh?" She took another sip of her wine.

"Fujiyama has a fiance. Whom of which I happen to work very closely with." I wasted no time getting got the point.

She was taken aback. "Fiance?"

The fucker didn't even tell her. "I'd hate to break her heart knowing that he's having an affair. Hard to believe, but if I have to see that woman cry because of that piece of shit man, I will hurt your little mtt to make up for what you've caused."

She was quiet for a moment, so I got in my last words. "Are we clear?"

Mai just stared, the intimidation on her face clearly there. She sat up, taking in the words I had spoken and I had no more time to wait on a reply. I stood to return to my table when she finally made her last remark, "And to think, Seto Kaiba has gone soft. And all for a woman. An engaged one at that. Ha!"

For a moment I stopped, but I didn't fall for her trap. I continued forward and walked back to my table where Kisara was waiting. She was sitting and looking at her phone while her fork hung out from her mouth. Was she already drunk? She has been downing her martinis. Or, has she always been this way, and I'd just never paid enough attention. Then again, It's not like I had even tried to get to know her outside of work until today.

Either way, I approached the table with a chuckle and took my seat. She smiled as I sat down and set her phone aside. She the grabbed the fork from her mouth and set in on her plate.

"Sorry about that." I said, picking up my own fork to start eating.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but who is she?" Kisara took a sip of her martini before picking up her fork to starting eating again.

"No one important." I also too a drink.

"She's pretty." Kisara was looking back over her shoulder for a moment. "An ex of yours?"

"She wishes."

Kisara giggled.

"But if you're curious, she's dating that Wheeler kid who was pestering you earlier." I took another bite.

"Serenity's brother?" she took another look back. "She's too old for him."

I couldn't help but laugh. Had I taken a drink, I may have spit it out.

Kisara turned back, "What? She's hiding her age under all that makeup. She's probably nearly ten years older than him!"

She must be drunk. "They're actually only two years apart. But that's a good one. I'll have to remember it."

I chuckled as she went on, "She's that duelist, right?"

That's when I noticed Fujiyama getting back to the table and reclaiming his seat. I should change the subject so that Kisara doesn't try to look back again.

"The harpy duelist or something?" She was looking a bit flushed.

"I'm surprised you knew." And yet, I found myself smiling at her. "I thought you didn't know much of duel monsters?"

"I don't." She took another bite, chewed, and swallowed, "But kids I went to school with were constantly playing the game and checking tournaments highlights during breaks. I remember a project we had to do about people or a person that we looked up to, and this girl named Tamiko chose Mrs. Harpy-Lady duelist. She said that the girl was an inspiration and representing all female duelists everywhere. She hoped to someday be just like her and hopefully duel her some day as well."

"I don't know why or how anyone could look up to her..." I scoffed, taking a sip of my drink. "She only cares about material things, and uses her looks to win over the guys she duels so that way she can get endorsements and money to buy all her material shit."

"You know, I don't get it either." She chuckled, "All the duels I've watched her in, she lost them all or surrendered. At least if it were in a tournament, that's how it went. But she's some representative for all female duelists everywhere if she's going to lose them all."

I couldn't get over this new side of her. "You're something else, you know that?"

She stared up at me and laughed, "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

"I have quite decided yet." I smiled, leaning in. "I just never would have imagined you having a bad side to you. I hope you don't talk about me like that when I'm not around."

"Of course not!" She became defensive and bashful once more. "I have nothing but good things to say about you Seto! Except... Well, maybe there is one thing."

"And that is?" Let me have it...

"I think you beat yourself up too much." She looked like she was thinking about what she just said.

"Do I?" I snickered, "What makes you say that?"

"Well..." She paused, still trying to figure out what she was trying to say. "You tend to think that you're an asshole. Which, by all means, I don't believe in the slightest. You think you're an ass because you're used to being called one. So, I guess beating yourself up isn't the right way to put things... More rather, you let what others see you as dictate who you are."

I didn't know what to say. For someone who was tipsy or drunk, she was still thinking deeply. Not only that, but she put that together just from the short amount of time from us knowing one another. Though, she's wrong. I don't give a damn what others think of me. I just do as I please.

"But... If you ask me, the man I see before me has a kind heart, and just doesn't care to show it. I mean... If everyone could see your kindness, they'll walk all over you! Or even just use you for your money. Or, maybe there's just a part of me that can't see you as anything other than the Seto Kaiba I see right now."

"I don't know where you got any of that from. They see me as an ass because I am one." I sighed, leaning back. "It's how I've always been. And I could care less what others see me as."

"That's not what Mokuba told me..." She whispered to herself, though I still heard.

She averted her eyes and took a bite of her food.

"Oh really?" I chuckled a bit. "Guess I'll have to be a bit more mean then."

She smiled a bit and shook her head. "That's not at all what I was going for."

"Your bill sir?" I suddenly was taken aback by the waiter.

I hadn't even noticed him walk over. Was I actually letting myself be distracted by Kisara? I took a quick glance back over to the table where Valentine and Fujiyama should have been. They were no longer there. I should have kept a closer eye on them.

"The company card." I told the waiter, "You should already have the number."

"Just making sure since there are only two of you instead of four." I explained. "Is there anything else I can get for the two of you?"

"A desert menu please." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money I had in cash for his tip. "It will be to go though."

I put the money in his vest pocket as he nodded. "Very good. I'll be right back then."

Kisara giggled, "I had no idea you liked sweets."

"Most people don't." I smirked. "Don't go telling the world now. There's enough sweets that I get with fan mail."

She ran her index finger and thumb over her lips, making it look like she were pulling a zipper. "I won't. I'm not a reporter, remember? But, I may have to bake you something one of these days."

And that dumb smile found its way back to my lips. "You play music, clean, and bake. Is there anything you don't do?"

I was kidding when I asked, but then she muttered, "Well... I don't play duel monsters. But that's because I don't know how."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I've never known how to play." She sighed, "I haven't had friends up until recently. So no one has ever taught me. And I've just never taken the time to teach myself. Plus, just watching the duels doesn't make it any easier to learn. If anything it's more confusing. I don't even have any cards..."

"So that's why you're getting close to me, huh?" I was only half joking.

"No!" She giggled. "It would be silly for me to play. Besides, I've never taken an interest in the game up until recently."

She was looking down again. I could tell her cheeks were flushed, but I wasn't sure if that was from her talking, or if it was from how much she had been drinking. She does become an open book when she drinks. I noticed that at the banquet. No matter what it was or if it was embarrassing, she'd still say it.

"Uhm..." She paused. "Can I say something weird?"

Just like I thought, an open book, "Do you think I'll judge you?"

"It's not that... I just don't want you to assume anything from it." Her tone was softer.

"Alright. I won't then." I reassured her.

"Well... I haven't even considered playing duel monsters until meeting you... I had always admired you—AS A DUELIST. Don't get me wrong, but it was actually meeting you that made me want to learn... I think a lot about why you don't duel anymore. And why you could have started in the first place. And I don't know why, and I can't assume any reasons... But I probably wouldn't know unless I learned to duel for myself... It may sound stupid, but I thought that... Maybe it would rekindle your passions if... you could teach me..." She started twiddling her fingers in a circle.

I'm not sure why, but my cheeks felt a little warm. Probably from my couple of drinks. I think I should stop for the night. Or at least until I get home.

"I'll consider it." I said before downing the last of my drink so I wouldn't have anymore.

She suddenly seemed to pop up in her chair and stare at me with bright eyes, "You would really consider it?! Thank you so much!"

"I didn't promise anything!" I made sure that she knew.

And still, she smiled sweetly, making my cheeks feel warmer. Dammit. Don't tell me that I'm actually blushing over her damned smile.

"Ahh. I'm stuffed." She then changed the subject quickly.

"Well, I hope you have room for desert." I smirked.

And as if right on queue, the waiter was back with the desert menu, handing it over to me before grabbing the empty dishes and taking off once more.

"Do you have any allergies?" I asked, looking over the menu.

"Nuts." She said, before her sudden burst of laughter. "But seriously, I'm allergic to nuts."

I stared at her for a moment and then laughed at her. "I can't believe you just laughed about that!"

"I'm sorry!" The two of us kept laughing. "I think I may have had too much to drink!"

I laughed a bit more, but changed my tone as I noticed a couple of tables of people beginning to stare. Kisara also hushed a bit.

"I'm sorry..." She tried not to laugh anymore. "I'm a light weight."

"I can tell. Though, you did put down a few martinis." I smiled, giving the menu another look.

Nothing actually stood out to me or sounded appealing though. The two of us took a few minutes to calm down, and the wandering eyes no longer stared in our direction. Kisara played with her fingers again, fidgeting them in circles. After a couple more minutes, the waiter returned once more.

"Are you ready to order?" He asked, looking at me.

I handed the menu back to him. "Actually, I've changed my mind. I think that we will be going soon. Could you have my car pulled around?"

"Of course. I'll finalize the payment and meet you at the front." He bowed his head and was off once more.

"No desert?" Kisara stood from her seat, dusting off her dress in case of any loose crumbs had made their way on her.

"I didn't much care for anything here." I stood after her, tucking my hands into my pockets. "I know a great place to go for something sweet. If you'd like, I could take you there sometime."

Where did that come from...? Was I actually just realizing how I've been acting this entire dinner? Laughing and getting tipsy with an employee? What the hell is wrong with me? I just completely let loose a side of me that even I had no idea that I had. When ever I'm around her... I'm just someone else entirely.

"I should get you drinking more often." She smiled, "Alright then! It's a date!"

"Hey now,..." I held out my arm to her, offering to usher her. "I don't think Fujiyama would be too happy about that."

She grabbed on to my arm, staring to the floor as we turned t make our leave. "Well, it wouldn't be that kind of a date. More like a... 'Get-to-know-each-other' type of date. We only talked about me tonight after all. But... I won't make you open up to me. After all... I am... Just your maid."

I smiled down at her, my hand for some reason clenching to a fist. "That will have to do then."

The night was over and done rather quickly. The following morning, I found myself sleeping in. I had more to drink when I had gotten in after dropping Kisara off. I could feel the hang over sinking in. Jeager really knew how to give me a kick n the ass.

But, as much as I wanted to cancel all of my meetings and just stay home and do as I please, I knew that I couldn't. Today was the big announcement, and I had procrastinated to the very last minute. My phone was lit up with voice mails, texts, and emails. Some were for the sponsor, some for advertisement, and some were from my employees at Kaiba Corp.

Yet, I was still lying in bed with my arm lying across my face to block out the light. MY alarm went off for the third time now. I hit it with my other arm, snoozing it again. But, I actually sat up this time, the sheets being thrown to the edge of the bed. With a sigh, I kicked my feet over the edge of the bed and reached out to fully turn off the alarm so I wouldn't have to hear it buzzing again.

I got up and threw some sweat pants on before making my way to my bathroom. My walk was interrupted by a knock at the door though. I stopped and stared at the door to see if they would either enter or wait. Who ever they were.

"Hey bro, you up?" I heard Mokuba's stuffy voice.

"Yeah. Just heading to the shower." I began walking as Mokuba let himself in.

"Just real quick, before you jump in—would you look at this and tell me if you want any changes?" He trotted up to me, holding out his cell phone.

He had up an image of the advertisement for the sponsor. There was a picture of Momoka, her husband, and the star; her son. You could tell they were a family that was happy and proud to have each other—caring parents and a child too young to know what kind of issues he's having. The advertisement was just perfect enough to get sympathy from—well, anyone really. Just hearing about it, and I had to write out a check then and there. And it's ME we're talking about—the egotistical maniac that only cares about himself.

Dammit... I think her words are getting to me.

"It's great. Give them my approval." I said, opening the door to my bathroom. "And could you have which-ever maid you find let the cook know that I'll have some pancakes, over-well eggs, and black coffee, and that I'll be there in fifteen minutes to eat?"

"Sure thing."Mokuba nodded before running out the door.

He was busier than I've been in years recently. I can only hope the stress doesn't kill him like it does to me. That aside, I took my shower, got dressed, and headed to the dinning room to eat. The the grand dinning hall where all the events are held and where the maids and butlers eat, but the dinning room just small enough to fit a regular house. One fit for a small family.

On my way there, I happened to pass Kisara. She looked as though she were caught in a daze staring off into space and was dusting off one of the painting. She was just dusting the same spot over and over. She must have something on her mind? Perhaps she's also having a bit of a hang over? I've never seen her so dazed before.

"Good morning, Kisara." I greeted her as I walked by.

She nearly jumped out of her skin, "Oh God! You startled me!"

I didn't know how to react. Her voice was serious. "I can tell. Sorry for startling you."

"It's alright. I shouldn't be spacing out at work anyway..." Her eyes looked so tired, like she hadn't slept. I'm just... Not feeling to well, I guess."

I rose a brow, "Was it the food?"

"N—no..." She averted her eyes and yawned. "It's... nothing to worry about."

I stared at her, not exactly convinced, since I could clearly see the sadness she was trying to hide. "You sure?"

"Yeah." She turned back to the painting without a second thought, dusting it once again. "Just... Stressed."

Her tone had something to it. Sorrow would be my guess. But I didn't want to pry. Her business is none of my concern. I did, however, walk up to her and pat her head with y hand, rubbing it slightly. I don't know what possessed me to do so, but something just wanted me to comfort her.

"I hope you feel better." I smiled. "Mokuba and I are here for you, as well as the maids. Hell, I'm sure even the butlers ere would be more than happy to lend you an ear."

She seemed to stop dusting for a moment, considering if she wanted to say anything.

But all she mustered up to say was, "Really... I'm okay. Thank you though..."

And she returned to her chores. My smile faded as I nodded before walking away. The atmosphere didn't feel right. She was usually bubbly and cheerful. Today, she was someone else completely, just as I had been the night before. And even in that moment, I wasn't myself.

But I guess I shouldn't concern myself with that. She is, after all, just my maid...