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Solid black. Pin Stripes. White with black. Grey? I've never been shopping for suits before. I mean, it's not like I had ever planned on needing one for myself. Even just a nice shirt, blouse, and jacket or vest would work. But, this is no longer working in someone's home and cleaning…

This is Kaiba Corporation we're talking about! I'm an employee at one of the most famous corporations in the world now! Well, at least I will be next week… But still! I have to keep up a good image now! Not only that, but I'll be working directly with Seto now! The god damn CEO of Kaiba Corp! On… MAJOR things! It's going to be me scheduling things for him, relaying messages, and dealing with other employees and meetings or appointments. There is so much that I'm going to have to learn now…

And I don't have the slightest idea on where to begin… But, Seto wouldn't just offer me the position if he didn't feel that I was capable, right?

I sighed. My head was starting to hurt from over thinking things—As I always did. I had the "work day" to do some shopping. Seto had a meeting and Mokuba was in class today… So I was out on my own. Momoka was taking the day off—her babysitter was sick and she had no time to find a replacement. I had no issues with giving her the day with her son. I had considered asking Serenity to shop with me, but she worked this afternoon. I don't think I would be allowed to pull her from her duties.

I still can't believe how lenient the Kaibas are towards me… I know that my situation is… Well, different, but to think that they would allow me to do such things as shopping when I should be working, or being paid for my shifts when I'm out looking at apartments or houses… It's all bewildering. Completely beyond my belief.

Even more incomprehensible… Seto lent me one of his credit cards to buy my suits for work. Sure, it's a work expense, but to physically hand me access to his fortune is bizarre to me. All that he asked me to do in return is pick up his dry cleaning. This felt… So weird. Are all secretaries like this? I feel more like… a personal assistant?

I held the black credit card tightly between my thumb and index finger, keeping it tucked away in my coat pocket. With it, a post-it note with Seto's cell phone number. He said that picking up his dry cleaning, they'd have to call him, since it was usually just the limo driver who picked it up. But they would call Seto to verify that it was okay for me to get it.

He was very strict in telling me to get the number back immediately after it has been dialed. Apparently he's had to change his number multiple times, due to fans getting a hold of his number and calling him constantly, or giving it out to others. In one case that he was telling me about, someone who had gotten it had put a bid out online for it. The highest bidder was both lucky and unlucky to have had his number for a small amount of time.

Being both wealthy and famous sounds like so much work. I feel kind of bad that Seto and Mokuba can't walk around normally in their day to day lives without trying to hide themselves. I hadn't even noticed the day Mokuba and I were viewing apartments that we were stalked by fan-girls of his, and there was even a bribe from the press about releasing an article and some photos of "Mokuba's new girlfriend."

I was informed that they actually have someone employed who specifically handles those matters for them though. Which is a relief. I guess I should be a bit more cautious when I'm out in public with them… I'm just lucky that the public aren't aware of who I am, and my relations to the Fujiyama family. I can only image what would happen if the world knew of Kojiro's affairs and the fact that his fiance is now working for his boss.

Though… it did sound like the type of story I would be interested in reading… But I couldn't handle reading that about my own life or my personal business. It makes me wonder how Seto can handle it?

Before I realized it, I was already in the shopping district. This whole time of being lost in my own thoughts, I had been walking here. Sure, it wasn't the fastest way, but it was better than calling my driver and having word get back to Kojiro. He surely would question me on why I needed to go shopping during work, and why I needed the suits, and of course, why I needed to take a better job with a better income. I just know I'd be interrogated until he obtained the answers. I'm already horrible at keeping secrets. Avoiding him is still the easiest way to keep a secret, even if avoid him is honestly the hardest part.

Walking here really wasn't so bad though. Seto made sure that I wore gloves and boots. He was starting to get protective over everyone in the mansion, making sure that we all stayed warm and avoided catching colds. Since I knew I'd be shopping today, I made sure to wearing warm stockings under my jeans and a thermal undershirt. I'm pretty bundled up. I have a scarf and warm beanie too. I doubt that I would freeze.

Thinking back to Seto beings so persistent on me staying warm made me smile. He had insisted on getting someone to drive me, just like he had when I first started at the mansion. But honestly, this walk feels like everything that I needed. The world was quiet. Most people weren't out driving in this weather. If there was anyone, they were walking like I am. It was nice, being alone with my thoughts. Small flurries of snow fell from the sky as the blanket that already covered the ground crunched beneath my feet.

For a moment, I stopped, taking in the white scenery. Everything was blank and bland, yet still shimmering. Though cold, my heart felt so warm staring at the beauty of the world. I take in a deep breath, and let out a long exhale—watching the heat of my own breath slowly disappear into the air.

I've never felt more free then I do in this moment.

I smiled once more, returning to the task at hand. Suits. Dry cleaning. Getting back to the mansion. I'm sure that by the time I get back to the mansion that Seto will have been out of his meeting for quite some time. I did have a later shift today, so it would probably be dark not long after I returned. Hopefully he would get back okay. The roads were getting very slick after all. I can only wish for his safety.

Back at the mansion, I changed into my usual maid outfit. I rubbed my hands together to warm them back up. Looking at myself in the mirror of the locker room, I could see just how red my nose and cheeks were. I hadn't really felt all that cold while I was out, but now that I'm back inside, my skin stings trying to get used to the warmth again.

I sniffled, realizing my nose was running slightly. I closed my locker and grabbed a tissue from the box on the sink. I wiped my nose until I was clear and then tossed the tissue into the trash. Satisfied, I grabbed the dry cleaning that I had lied on the bench next to the lockers and left the room.

All I had to do was hang it up in Seto's closet and then check the board to see what assignments I had to do for the rest of the day. I walked through the foyer and after a few minutes of treading stairs and halls, I was at his room. It was strange that I hadn't passed anyone on the way there, but I guess it was rather late in the day. The sun was already setting. I'm sure most others were already finishing up their tasks and heading out for the day. It was utterly quiet.

Raising my hand to the closed door, I knocked a few times, waiting for a reply. I didn't receive one, so I waited for a few seconds before trying again. Still nothing. I gently grabbed the door knob, pushing open the door as I turned the knob. I stepped in, shutting the door behind me as I always did. I held the shits to my breast as I made my way past Seto's bed and to his closet. I stepped in, leaving this door open.

I hadn't been given instructions on where in the closet to hang the suits, so I left them in the front of his other hanging clothes. Again, I was satisfied, smiling as I exited the closet door.

That's when his voice took me by surprise.

"Kisara?" He sounded so tired.

I looked to the bedroom door, expecting him to have just walked in. But he wasn't there. I looked around the room, still not seeing him.

"Seto?" I called back, not sure where he was.

Then he sat up on the bed. I hadn't even noticed him under his covers. "Are you just getting back?"

He rubbed his right eye. He looked way more exhausted than usual. I wish I had known he were in here… I felt the embarrassment growing in the pit of my stomach. Was he sleeping? Did I wake him?

I bit my bottom lip before apologizing. "Ow… I… Uhm… I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here… I knocked but didn't hear anything."

"Oh. That's fine." He yawned.

"Did… Did I wake you?" I walked over to his dresser, fishing though my apron pocket where I had stashed his credit card.

I set it on the dresser for him to get as he replied, "I guess… I don't remember falling asleep."

He grabbed his phone, turning it on to check the time. I turned to him, but quickly turned away as I realized he was shirtless. I felt my face flare up as I heard him whisper "shit" under his breath. Was he… nude?!

"I—I'm sorry! I—I didn't know you were—" I stuttered.

"Huh? No—No. You're fine." He kicked of his covers and swung his feet over the edge of his bed before sneezing. "I've got pajama pants on. Don't lose your head. I just over slept… Not that I meant to sleep at all."

He sneezed again. I peeked back over my shoulder. His face was red—not blushing like I was though. He held his head in his hands as he leaned forward, pressing his elbows to his knees.

"Are… Are you okay?" I asked, fully facing him now.

"I'm fine—" he sneezed once more, now making a face I could only describe as disoriented.

Without really thinking about it, I walked over to him, leaning down. I pressed the back side of my hand onto his cheek. Warm. He jumped a bit, dropping his hand to the bed. I now pressed my hand to his forehead. It was very hot. I used my free hand to press against my own forehead, comparing temperatures.

"Seto, you have a fever." I said calmly, before averting my eyes to look at his face.

He looked shocked—almost terrified. I hadn't realized until that moment just how close I was to him… I was over stepping my boundaries! Why can't I think before I act!?

I jumped back away from him. "I'm so sorry! Uh… I'll… Get you medicine!"

Just as I turned to run out, he yelled over to me. "I—I told you that I'm fine!"

He looked embarrassed now. Shifting his eyes to the side, he covered his moth and nose with the back of his hand.

It was… cute.

"But… you have a fever..." I quietly argued.

"It's nothing!" He lied back down on he bed, wrestling the covers back over him. "I said I'm fine alright!"

I stood there, staring at him. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Thanks for putting my dry cleaning away..." He now mumbled.

I held my fist to my chest calmly. "You're welcome..."

He didn't roll back over to look at me. "You can get back to work… I made sure your list was shorter today, so you feel too overworked… But you know you can stay as long as you want."

"What about you though?" I couldn't help but ask.

He sighed. "I'm gonna rest a little. I'll be fine."

"Okay..." I felt almost disappointed, knowing that there wasn't really anything that I could do. I felt like there was more I could or should have said, but I couldn't find any words.

So I took my leave from the room. I think that was the first time I left a conversation with him like that. Speechless and… upset.

Throughout my shift, I walked passed his room several times, listening for coughing or sneezing. I couldn't help but check on him. After a few hours had passed, I checked in on him. He was asleep again. As much work as I figured he had to do, he really needed the rest. Knowing he was asleep, I got him some medicine, setting it on his night stand by his phone. I also grabbed a bucket of cold ice water and a wash cloth.

I had already finished my list, so I figured I could kill some time by taking care of him. At least, just a little. I sat next to the bed side on my knees, dipping the cloth into the cold bucket of water. After wringing it out, gazed at Seto. I swallowed back the nervousness that built up in my throat as I watch his chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. A beat of sweat dripped off of his forehead.

His eye remained closed. I never noticed how long his eyelashes were before… Have I ever studied his face the way am I right now? The way his cheekbones curved… the way his nose pointed and the bridge was arched. How flushed his perfect complexion was…

Seto is truly a handsome man…

I opened my mouth slightly, to take in a deep breath of my own. I bit my bottom lip as I had earlier, now reaching the cloth to his face. I patted away the beats of sweat before setting the cloth gently on his forehead. My cheeks felt even hotter than earlier, and yet I felt much calmer.

I sat back for a few, listening to Seto breathe. I hope he wouldn't detest what I was doing for him… I closed my eyes, letting time slowly pass. I would take the cloth every few minutes, dipping it back into the water and setting it back on his forehead. He mumbled a lot in his sleep. This last time of placing the cloth on his head, his body twitched.

Did I wake him?

I sat back, waiting for him to wake and say something to me. But his eyes barely made a slit. In a haze, he turned his head towards me, closing his eyes again. "Kisara..."

Was he… awake? Or was he still asleep. "...Yeah?"

It took him a minute to reply. His hand fell off the bed, as if he were holding it out to me. I was confused, staring at it unsure what he wanted. I looked around, thinking maybe he wanted his phone?

Did he… want to hold my hand?

"Thank… you..." He finally replied, taking me off my guard.

Slowly, I reached forward, delicately taking his fingertips into my hand. My entire body felt warm as I smiled gently. "You're welcome, Seto."

I still couldn't tell if he was awake, or just in that state where he was talking in his sleep… And I know it probably isn't something worth holding on to… But I cherish that night. It was like my own little secret. A perfect beginning to my realization of falling in love with Seto.

It's a memory I will cherish and hold preciously to my heart. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it.

I left Seto alone for awhile, fearing that I truly would wake him if I stayed in there for too long. I found a couple other chores to keep myself preoccupied. I even sent Kojiro some texts, lying that some of that some of the other maids hadn't finished their duties, so I was asked to finishing them up before leaving.

He was seeming to care less about my excuses. He would usually say something back to me about wishing I'd come home or telling me how much he missed me. He was now sending me short replies like "Okay" and "Hurry home." Sometimes just "Be safe" was all he would say. I'll be honest, I'm starting to worry that he'll start an argument with me, and then I'll have to start going back there more often to hold up this facade.

I really need to find a place to move… I don't know how much longer I can keep hiding from him that I'm aware he's cheating on me. How much longer can I lie to him about wanting to be with him? I really wish I could tell him how much he hurt me…

I guess I'm just a coward, running away from my problems like always…

A couple hours passed, so I figured I would check up on Seto before heading home. It was going on nearly midnight… I really didn't want to go home though. I made my way back to Seto's room for the last time. Outside of the room, I knocked on the door. He had been sleeping for a few hours at this point. I'm sure it wouldn't be an issue to wake him up at this point.

"Seto?" I knocked again, before opening the door.

I looked in, but he wasn't there. The bed was completely empty. I stepped in his room, calling out for him again. I know that I shouldn't be worried, but I was. The medicine that I had brought him was untouched. The bathroom door was open, and he wasn't in there. He wasn't out on the balcony, and hadn't been. There would have been footprints in the inches of snow if he had stepped outside there.

I wouldn't say that I was in a panic, but I did search around for him, as though looking for a lost child. "Seto?"

I walked around the mansion, checking the usual places he would be. He wasn't in the library or kitchen. But when I reached his study, the door was wide open, with the light on. I let out a sigh of relief as I turned into the door way, peeking in the room.

"Seto?" I called to him.

He was in his chair, staring out at the starry night sky. He swiveled the chair around to face me. His cheeks were still red, but he didn't look as though he felt bad.

"You're still here?" He stood up.

He was now wearing a tight black shirt and jeans. I walked over to him and he stared down at me. "Yeah… I was… I didn't want to go home right away, so I stayed for a while. Are you feeling better?"

He just stared down at me.

"Seto?" What was with the way he stared at me?

Before I knew it, I was on the floor. I stared up at the ceiling, confused as to what was going on. Seto's arms were tightly wrapped around me. I just lied there, allowing his embrace. I could now smell the alcohol in the room. I looked around, seeing an open bottle on his desk next to a shot glass, stained recently with what ever he was chugging down.

"Are you… drunk?" I asked him, my arms falling to my sides on the floor.

I was surprised he didn't have all his weight on me. "Maybe..."

He sounded so calm, but felt like he was shivering.

I didn't know what to do. That's when he started running his hand down my side and lying his head on my breast. I blushed, the sensation taking me by surprise. I dug my nails into the carpet of the study. His touch tickled and he rubbed his cheek on the fabric of my dress, just above the left breast of mine.

"Your heart is beating fast..." He whispered, picking himself up off of me.

I still lied on the floor as he held himself up over me. He picked up strands of my hair, rubbing them between his fingers. I felt like my breath was being taken away from me. My hair slipped from his fingers. He then reached out, gently caressing my cheek and down my neck.

"Seto..." I whispered, still not sure what to do.

He was quiet, just staring down at me. His eyes were so glassy. How much did he drink to get to this point? We locked eyes, and I felt him trembling. Forming in his eyes were now tears. I was confused, but he shut his eyes and buried his face again into my breasts, rubbing his face against them and holding me now, even tighter than he had prior.

"Don't go again…." He sobbed. "I'm tired of ghosts..."

"Ghosts?" I asked him, trying to look at him, but being pinned down on the floor made it hard.

I could feel his teeth grinding as he was trying to hold back his sobbing. "You're real… right?"

He must have drank more than he could handle, which I didn't know was actually possible. Then again, he has a fever. His tolerance may not hold as well while he's ill.

Even though he was in a drunken spell, I smiled as he asked me. "Of course I'm real."

I reached up, pushing the bangs from his face. He loosened his grip and looked back up at me. I smiled more. It felt like a dream. This didn't feel real. But his touch… It felt like the most real thing I've ever experienced. Again, he reached his hand up to my cheek. He rubbed below my eye with his thumb, as if checking to make sure that I wasn't crying. His hand felt gentle and kind. The warmth was inviting.

Where was this going?

He pulled his face closer to mine, his eyelids looking heavy. I felt his breath on my lips, the smell of the alcohol filling the air I was breathing in. He stayed over me, just looking down at me, his hand resting on my cheek. I felt his knee hitting against my inner thigh. Even though in a situation like this, I should be scared… But… I felt like this was supposed to be happening.

If Kojiro was like this over me… I'm positive I'd be crying.

"Stay? With me?" Seto asked me.

I don't know if it was just because he was drunk, or if it was something he actually wanted. Was he so intoxicated that he was seeing the ghost of the woman he once loved? Was he portraying her on to me?

The conversation we had would make sense if that were the case.

"Is it really me you want to stay with you?" I asked him, not wanting him to do anything with me that he would regretting.

It was more of convincing myself not to do something I would regret… I still was trying to search for an answer myself; how could I let this happen so easily with Seto, but not with the man I thought I would one day marry?

"What's that supposed to mean?" He pulled his face away from mine, looking nearly devastated. "You're… you are Kisara… right?"

The feeling of a million butterflies filled my stomach. So… he really wanted me to stay with him? "Yeah… I'm really Kisara."

"You're no ghost, right?" He asked again.

"I promise. I'm not a ghost." I was confused.

"So you'll really stay this time?" He pleaded, his eyes more sincere than I've ever seen them.

I swallowed. Was this real? Is this how things are supposed to end up? "If you… truly want me to."

His smile changed, becoming a smirk. He lowered his face back down, dodging my own and going for my neck. He kissed it gently. I closed my eyes tightly, not expecting it. He nibbled my ear slightly and gently rubbed his hands over my breasts. I let out a kind of gasp that I've never heard myself make. I held my hand up to my lips, biting the knuckle on my index finger.

That's when he whispered my name to me, slowing himself down. I felt too embarrassed to reply. I opened my eyes as he was now resting his head on my chest again. I stared down to him. His hands were now under my back, and he was just lying there as if nothing had just happened. He held me gently, his eyes now closed as he seemed to be resting. I was breathing heavily, staring at him, waiting to see what he would do next.

But that seemed to be it. I could hear him breathing again, through the quietness. He looked as he had earlier. Exhausted and tired. He fell asleep like that, holding me on the floor, using my breast as his pillow. Eventually, I calmed down, staring out the window. The snow had picked back up. I couldn't hear the wind from inside the room, but I could tell that it was getting bad.

I guess… I'll have to use the snow storm as an excuse.

After some time had passed, my leg was going numb, the feeling of pins and needles likes static shooting through it. My back was uncomfortable, and yet, I wasn't at all upset. I was watching the storm, wondering what time it was. That's when the footprints started down the hall.

Fuck… If we're found like this… will I lose my job? Will I ruin Seto's image?

"Seto, are you down—" It was Mokuba.

He stood in the door way, staring down at the awkward scene of Seto falling asleep on me. I stared back up at him, not really sure what was going on through his head. He held his phone to act as a flashlight. I don't know why he didn't just turn on the hall light, but what did I really care at this moment of time.

"Uh… hi?" I awkwardly said to him.

He smirked. "He's been drinking?"

"Yeah..." I admit, "Does this… happen often?"

"Which part? The drinking or falling on his maids?" Mokuba chuckled.

"I guess both." I bit my lip again, knowing I was blushing.

"He drinks a lot. Well, he used to." Mokuba turned on the study light, putting his phone into his pocket before leaning down to help pull his brother off of me. "As for the falling on maids thing, that's new. Most maids won't bother him when he's in his study because he gets angry."

I was finally able to sit up, stretching my back out. "I see..."

I wanted to ask about his ramblings, but I wasn't sure if I should. But Mokuba interrupted my thoughts with his own question. "How long have you been stuck like this?"

"Since… a little after twelve." I wasn't sure what time it was when I answered.

"Wow." Mokuba stood, pulling Seto up with him.

Seto's arm was around Mokuba. Was he really going to drag him all the way to bed like that?

"Are you okay to take him to bed like that? Want some help?" I offered my assistance, standing up as well.

"It's okay. I'm used to this." He smiled. "But, thanks anyway! The storm is getting bad. Why don't you take one of the guest bedrooms tonight? I don't really have any girl clothes to lend you, but we can lend you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt if you want."

I looked out the window again. There was a fog so thick that it looked like someone had taken an eraser to the world. I could still barely make out the blizzard that was coming down hard though.

"I guess I really have no choice. I'll grab my stuff from the locker room." I felt nervous.

"I'll meet you back at Seto's room with some clothes then." He smiled deviously.

"Okay..." I felt embarrassed even more now, thinking back to the scene that just happened between us.

After grabbing my phone and sending a message to Kojiro, letting him know that it was too dangerous for me to head home in the storm and that I would be staying, I headed back up to Seto's room. Mokuba stood outside the room, holding a pair of pajama pants and a black t-shirt, that I knew would swallow me whole.

"Here. Just put them in the laundry in the morning. I'll text Serenity and see if she can bring you some… dedicates… or what ever on her way in tomorrow. I'll pay her back."

"Oh… Okay..." I felt three times more embarrassed. "Thanks for lending me your pajamas."

He started to walk away. "They're not mine. They're Seto's. "

I felt like my heart was about to explode. "O—oh..."

"Take your pick on a room! Goodnight!" He winked back at me over his shoulder.

I stood there for a moment, taking in everything that happened tonight. This night felt like it was taking forever. My cheeks and probably my entire face and down my neck must be as red as an apple. I shifted my eyes to look at Seto's door. Would he remember any of this in the morning? I looked back down to the clothes in my hands and sighed.

"Better… get to bed… and… pretend it was all a dream..." I told myself.

But it would be much harder to convince myself that it was a dream… I… Kind of liked the reality that took place. Another weird memory of experiencing the fall for the man I call my boss. This would be an interesting memory, for sure.