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A buzzing sound woke you up, and you instantly rolled to your stomach and covered your head with a pillow. But the sound didn’t die, and you eventually faced the noise. Glancing at the alarm clock, you noticed that it said four am. You groaned, wondering why your alarm was set so early. You wasted a few minutes trying to find the snooze button, or the off button, or even the volume switch. You found none, and the sound continued to give you a headache. You grabbed the alarm, and yanked it as hard as you could, falling onto your back when the cord was pulled from the outlet. You tossed the alarm across the room, and flopped back onto the bed. You had a few more hours to sleep, and you were going to take advantage of that time. But, after you went to the bathroom, you decided, and got out of the bed. You couldn’t see, so you fumbled with the light switch. It flicked on, and you groaned, covering your eyes and stepping back a few steps. After a moment, you dropped your hands, and looked around the room, having forgotten where the bathroom door was. When you looked around, you instantly noticed that something was wrong. The color scheme was the same, but the furniture was different, and this room was larger than you remember yours being. “There’s a balcony,” you told yourself, trying to make sure she wasn’t just imagining the difference in furniture. “And there was definitely no balcony in my room,” you say, positive that you weren’t in your room now. You wanted to lie down again, and figure out what was going on, but you couldn’t, because you really had to use the bathroom. So you went, after checking a few doors, and when you washed your hands, you looked in the mirror, as every girl on the planet does. Your jaw dropped, and just to be sure, you looked down. The oversized shirt you were wearing definitely wasn’t the nightgown you had in your room. “Shit!” you said, dropping to the floor of the bathroom and leaning against the wall. “What do I remember?” you asked yourself, rubbing your head. You didn’t answer your own question, and instead replayed everything in your mind. “Shit!” you repeated, getting to your feet, and once again looking around the room. Wanting to get out of there quickly, you opened the door and peeked out, to make sure no one was there. Not that someone would be there at four o’ clock in the morning, but you wanted to be safe. Then, you made a dash for your bedroom, and locked the door behind you. Dropping onto your neatly made bed, you tried to figure out what the hell you were thinking the night before. “I was just overcome with fuckin’ emotions.” You say, talking to your self and trying to come up with a reasonable explanation that didn’t make you want to vomit. This was where your psychology classes came into play. “Three years… That’s it. It was just me failing to find the difference between past and present,” you said, though you didn’t sound even the least bit convinced in yourself. “Just one mistake, one night that I needed in order to finally say goodbye,” you whispered, trying to look at yourself as another person, so that you were more likely to get the right explanation. “One mistake that won’t happen again,” this time your voice more confident.

You didn’t end up taking advantage of the two hours you had, and all you did was think about things, and continue to act like your therapist. In the end, when you went down for breakfast, you felt a little better about things. You still completely regretted everything, but you didn’t feel as stupid now that you had an explanation to justify your feelings. When you reached the kitchen, everyone was already up, but the food was being served as you entered. Taking your seat, you nodded to the gang, and Mokuba, your good morning. “How’d you sleep?” Joey asked, and your gaze quickly shot from your food to Joey, fear flickering through your body. But when you reached his gaze, you noticed that he didn’t seem pissed, but sincere. Relaxing, you shrugged, trying to look calmer. “Where’s the slave driver?” you asked after a minute or so of silence, your question directed at Mokuba. “Work,” he said simply, between stuffing pancakes in his mouth. You nodded, and ate the food. Luckily, Yugi picked up the conversation, and within a few minutes, everyone was laughing and talking about their classes for the day. By the time you got to school, and on time today. You had time to spare, so you and the gang were in the hallway, talking and laughing. A few people crowded around you, interested in what had happened the first day that you were in school. More and more people started to crowd around you, asking questions. [That’s one way to be popular,] you decided, and continued to bash Kaiba. “He totally deserved it,” you said, answering one of the questions someone asked you. “He’s a total Jackass. Seriously, I don’t know why he’s popular here. Everyone must be insane, especially anyone who actually likes the bastard,” you say, and get a few nods of agreement from the crowd, and a few laughs. “That’s not what you said last night,” a cold voice said, from the back of the crowd. You looked up to see what idiot had disagreed with you, only to see a very pissed off Kaiba standing there. Instantly a few people cheered at Kaiba, and basically the entire crowd made that ‘oooh’ sound that everyone makes at times like this. Your face was bright red, and your eyes were glaring intently at him, giving him a look that said ‘you didn’t’. He looked at you, eyes colder than you have ever seen before, and said “Yes, I did.” His tone stung you, but you were too pissed to be confused or hurt at the moment. Everyone was staring at you when he walked off to class, and everyone was snickering and gossiping. Right in front of you, as if they didn’t have the decency to at least wait until you ran off. You didn’t give the gang time for everything to register. You ran off, and you knew that they were right on your heels.

“Did he just say what I think he just said?” Tristain asked, looking at Yugi, who nodded solemnly. None of this was noticeable to you, however, because you were curled up in the corner of an empty classroom, tears welling up in your eyes. Tea and Mai were shocked, but since they didn’t know the whole story, they were already sitting next to you, hugging you and trying to calm you down. “Shouldn’t we be killing Kaiba and pressing charges for rape?” Joey asked, and Tristain instantly agreed. But everyone else ignored their comments. “_______, what happened? Can you tell us what happened?” Tea asked, pushing your hair out of your face. It amazed you how close of friends you had become with them in no time at all, but it touched you all the same. Yugi stood up, from where he had been kneeling in front of you, and motioned for Joey and Tristain to follow him out of the room and give you some privacy. They did, reluctantly, and left you with Tea and Mai. “Hun, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, but we do have to know if Joey’s right,” she said softly, careful of where she stepped, knowing the ground wasn’t exactly solid. You shook your head, unable to speak for a moment. “No, Joey’s not right,” you said softly, afraid of their reaction. “Oh, honey,” Mai said, giving you a tight hug. Tea looked at you, but you met her gaze, and noted that it wasn’t judgmental. You explained the reasoning that you had come up with that morning, and finished by asking if that was crazy. They smiled softly, “No, it isn’t crazy,” they said in unison, but Mai was the one to continue the sentence, “But it was a stupid move,” she said, and you laughed lightly, relieving the stress. “I know, I know.” After a while, when you were finally calmed down, and you had Tea and Mai completely understanding how stupid you felt, you returned to your normal schedule. You were in a little trouble for being late, but you shrugged it off. Detention meant you could at least spend less time at the Kaiba Mansion. You took your seat in History class, hearing multiple snickers as you walked through the aisles. “That is quite enough!” the teacher said, slapping the ruler down onto her desk. Instantly every silenced, and you took your seat in peace. You decided history was the worst class of the day, because you had no one from the gang in your class, and you still had to sit next to Kaiba. Oh, and Hannah was on the other side of you. Definitely the worst class. “-cough-slut-cough-” someone muttered from your left, but you didn’t even look in that direction. Your focus remained solely on the paper in front of you. The classes went painfully slow, and every class had at least one disruption that had to do with the earlier events. Most classes had more than one, but at least you had the gang with you in all the other classes. Joey and Tristain were pissed when you had to tell them that they couldn’t call the cops. It was hard for you to tell them, but you did, not wanting to get embarrassed even more by being dragged to the hospital or something overly dramatic like that. They were pissed, though, very pissed. So pissed that they were having trouble deciding whether or not they should smack Kaiba unconscious, or you. But they wouldn’t hurt you, and you knew it.

After detention, you started to walk back to the mansion by yourself. None of the others had gotten in trouble for being late, because Tea and Mai had nice teachers, while the guys had gotten to class on time. “Things really can’t get any worse this time—” you say, knowing that with your karma it easily could get much worse. It did start to rain, just as you had suspected, but you had known that it was supposed to rain in the afternoon, so that didn’t count. The rain got harder, and heavier, and within a few minutes you were soaked. And completely lost. You had taken a wrong turn a while back, partially because you didn’t really know where things were yet, and partially because you couldn’t see well with the heavy rain. You could see well enough to notice a limo pulling to a stop next to you, but you didn’t turn your head at all. You knew it was one of Kaiba’s limos, and you really didn’t want to deal with him at all. You kept walking, not once looking in the direction of the limo, which you noticed was following you. “_____!” you heard your name called, but in the heavy rain, it was hard to make out the voice. So, to be safe, you pretended you didn’t hear it. “It’s me, Mokuba!” came the voice again, and this time you turned to look at the limo. He motioned for you to get in the limo, and you did, as you had nothing against Mokuba. Opening the door, you slid into the limo, and thanked Mokuba for the ride. “Big Brother, get her a towel,” Mokuba suggested, looking down to the other end of the limo. Your smile instantly faded, and you wished you had continued to pretend not to hear him. Mokuba seemed to note the silence, and it was obvious that he was suddenly aware of the tension in the air. “I’ll get it,” he said, quickly running over to grab a towel and bring it back to you. You thanked him, and smiled again. “What’s with you two?” he asked, after sitting down. You continued to dry yourself off, and your gaze dropped to the towel. “…Okay.” he said after a moment of silence. “Uh, bad day?” he asked, and you nodded, feeling bad that the kid was being dragged into this. “Okay, well, this is my stop,” he said, rising as the limo pulled to a halt. He got out of the limo, leaving you and Kaiba alone. You thought that staying silent would do perfectly here, especially because you couldn’t even bring yourself to meet his eyes. When you got to the mansion, the first thing you did was got changed, and then you reluctantly made your way downstairs to receive your assignment. You entered the room, once again taken aback by the size of the kitchen, despite having seen it several times. You ran your hand across the marble countertop, while your gaze swept across the off-white wallpaper and the blue trimming. [What is it with him and blue?] you thought to yourself, though you had to admit the colors did compliment each other. “Miss. _______?” a voice draws you from your thoughts, and you turn to look at the butler standing in the entrance. “Master Kaiba sent me to give your assignment?” he stated, but the way his pitch changed made you feel as if it was more of a question. “Oh, yes,” you said politely, when you realized he seemed to be waiting for something. You walk towards him, and he hands you a slip of paper. He lowers his head and walks away. [A mini-bow? Wow, I’ve never been mini-bowed to before.] you think as you unfold the letter. It has the scrawling that you remember on it. “Call Miss. Hannah Summers and ask her if she’d be so kind as to go to Vakazii’s with me tonight,” you read aloud, and there was a number written down. Vakazii’s was a very expensive Italian restaurant, you recalled, and narrowed your eyes. “Son of a bitch,” you muttered, and grabbed the nearest phone.

So much for not saying a word to him. You called the bitch, like a good little slave, and then stormed into the office, shoving open the doors dramatically. You curse under your breath, close the doors, and jog up to what you know is his room. If the door wasn’t locked, you would have burst it open. You considered pounding on the door, but decided that wasn’t going to get the door unlocked, and you didn’t even know if he was there. You knocked gently, trying to mimic the way that the maids knock before entering a room. It took a moment, but the door opened, and you stormed in without hesitation. Or, you tried to, but with one block of the arm, you stumbled backwards. “You’re taking the bitch to dinner?” you asked, unfazed by the cold glare that was aimed at you. He only smirked in satisfaction, “No, I didn’t take you to dinner. I didn’t have to,” he said cruelly, and you once again tried to slap him, but he blocked it with ease. Pissed, you started to walk away, but turned around quickly after a few steps. “For the record, you’re not that good.” You said in a lower volume, before spinning on your heels and walking away. You don’t look back once, even though you desperately wanted to see the pissed look on his face as he just stood there, watching you. Deciding to take a nap, you rested onto your bed and shoved your head under the pillows. When you wake up, it’s to a voice. Looking at the alarm clock, you notice that somehow it’s already ten o’ clock, and you angrily throw a pillow at the wall where the sound is coming from. Getting up, you walked to the end of the hallway, set on eavesdropping. “Oh, it’s beautiful!” exclaimed a female voice, a familiar female voice. “I knew you’d like it,” came the muffled response, and you knew that it was Kaiba speaking. Pressing your ear against the door, you strained to hear more. “Seriously, it has to be the most beautiful bracelet ever!” replied the female voice once more, and you got a sick feeling in your stomach. “It reminded me of you,” he said, and you could hear a moment of silence. You walked away, not needing to hear any more of the conversation. [Why should it bother me if he was giving my bracelet to that slut?] you thought as you walked out of earshot, and into your room. Just then, a click of a button filled the now empty halls, and a news report sounded. “What the hell was I thinking back then?” came Kaiba’s voice, but you weren’t in the hall to hear it.