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A ringing woke you up. Lifting your head, you looked around the room, attempting to locate the source. “It’s the doorbell, genius,” you heard the very tired voice say from behind you. With that, you dropped back onto the bed, knowing that the butler would answer the door, and if anyone you knew wanted to talk to you, they’d call first, same for Seto. As you rolled onto your side again, you looked at the very tired Seto. A smile crept onto your face. He put his arms around you, and pulled you closer, without even opening his eyes. Getting comfortable, you watched him as he tried to get back to sleep, and within less than two minutes, you were already starting to fall asleep. That is, until you heard yelling from the hallway. “No, hey, stop leading them around our house!” you heard Mokuba yell, and your eyes blinked open. “I’m sorry, sir, they said it was an emergency,” you could hear the sincerity in the butler’s voice, but you doubted that he would be forgiven for that. “Are they in there?” A man’s voice called, and you quickly lifted your head, looking at the door, recognizing the voice from somewhere. “Oh, just break down the door, honey,” a woman’s voice said, and you instantly stiffened. “Shit.” You muttered, about to turn and wake up Seto, but he was already halfway dressed, and looking pissed. You quickly grabbed one of the robes from the bathroom, while he opened the door. “HEY! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” You could hear Mokuba yelling, and when you stepped back into the bedroom, robe on, you realized why. Mentally making a note to thank Mokuba for his efforts to protect your privacy, you froze when your fears were confirmed. Standing before you, or, before Seto and Mokuba, were your parents. “Hey, mom, dad…” you mutter softly, and instantly the two brothers spin to look at you. “What are your parents doing trotting around my house?” Seto asked, in his usual icy tone. “More importantly, what are you two doing in the same room?” your father snapped, obviously unfazed by the cold glare he received. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” Seto hissed, and you had to use a lot of effort not to laugh at that. You actually really liked that about Seto Kaiba, his pride. Mokuba had silently slipped out of the hallway, you noticed, as you walked over to Seto’s side. Your mother looked horrified as she watched you. “Are you going to let him speak to us like that?” she asked, looking at you with a look that made you think you were still a kid. You snapped out of it, though. “Yes, I am.” You stated flatly, which seemed to make your parents take a step back. “WHAT did you just say?” your mother said, obviously hoping that she had heard you wrong. Brushing past them, you limped into a living room, not wanting to deal with all the yelling in the hallway.

Once everyone had calmed down a bit, you sat next to Seto on a couch, your parents in chairs across from you. Your eyes held a bit of Seto’s famous ice, and it seemed that the two of you were competing over who had the right to be more furious. On one end of the ring was you, who had your parents appear in your boyfriend’s house treating you like a kid after having left you on your own when you were thirteen. On the other end of the ring stood Seto, who was always ice cold to anyone in the first place, but had also had his girlfriend’s parents storm into his house like maniacs and to top it all off, were basically telling him how to run his life. “You’re pregnant,” your mom stated, leaving you to exhale in the loudest possible way. Oh, how sick you were getting of hearing this. “I’m NOT pregnant, mom.” You fired back, only to see your mom shaking her head like you didn’t understand. “Yes, you are. Now stop denying it so that you can move on and do the proper thing about it.” you narrowed your eyes, not sure which thing you should correct her on first. “Which would be?” you asked, deciding that you would figure out what she was scheming in her head before you tore her thoughts to the ground. “Of course you two have to get married,” You exchanged a look with Seto, and he stood up, ready to call security. You didn’t want to stop him, but you couldn’t let him toss them out before you convinced them against it, knowing that they would do something drastic. “No,” It was your father’s turn to try and talk to you. “Listen to your mother. You have to take responsibility for your actions, ________.” Though he spoke with authority, you denied him of any of it in your tone. “IM NOT PREGNANT!” you yelled, jumping to your feet and wincing the second you did. Seto had you quickly back onto the couch, still worried about your leg, before you could notice exactly what had happened. The ice in his eyes returned the second that he was sure you were fine. “Honey, I thought we got past this already. You’re just in denial,” You glared at your mother, at how little she cared and how little she listened. You had a bandage wrapped around your leg and you limped and winced when you moved, and she didn’t seem to care in the least. “I’m going to explain this to you, now. I, _____ ______, am not pregnant, nor have I ever been,” you spoke with venom in your voice, but unfortunately it still didn’t seem to affect them. “_______, we understand why you are upset. You did something stupid, irresponsible, without thinking anything of it—” It was Seto who had interrupted them, “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” he shouted, on his feet and opening the door. “Don’t you talk to your soon-to-be father-in-law that way!” your dad snapped, and this time it was you who shoved them out of the door. “You heard him loud and clear, GET OUT!” you shouted, grateful that security showed up that instant to pull them away. Turning to Seto, you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, please change the channel,” you said to Mokuba, who had landed on what had to be the goriest movie out there. Covering your eyes, you heard the channel change. “We bring you breaking news!” a newsperson cried, and you were about to tell him to keep flipping through the channels when you noticed the picture on the screen. It was a picture of you and Seto. “Oh, My, God.” You said, attracting the attention of Seto, who looked up from the book he was reading. “The parents of ______ _______, a girl who until recently most of us didn’t know about, have declared that _______ is indeed pregnant. When questioned about how she and Seto Kaiba planned to deal with the situation, her parents said that they were planning on getting married,” that was all you could listen to. Mokuba seemed to sense this, and hit the power button before another word was spoken. “Where are you guys getting married?” he asked, and though you could tell he was just trying to lighten the situation, you glared at him. “Oh, too early for jokes, then.” he said, though you smiled a bit at that. “You’re parents are seriously going to pay,” Seto said, breaking the small moment of peace you were having to bring back the situation. “Don’t call them my parents,” you said, eyes narrowing. After all, parents cared for their children, unlike yours. Yours hadn’t paid any attention to you before they left, and when they did leave, you weren’t so much as given a phone number for emergencies. Then they just waltz right into your life, not caring about the fact that you had been stabbed at all, and not listening to a word you say. They think they can own you, and you were going to have to make it clear that they didn’t have any power over you. Getting up, you looked at the others. “How soon can you get a statement out?” you asked Seto, and he instantly looked at Mokuba, who nodded. “I’m sorry, I know this has to be horrible for Kaiba Corp’s image and I swear I’ll make it up to you,” you said, quickly getting out of the room and heading to where you assumed your parent’s would be.

“Why the HELL are you screwing up my life?” you shout to your mom, who quickly turns around and almost faints when she hears what you say. Storming into the chapel, you approach your mother and a very scared priest. “Young Lady!” she tries, attempting to get you to control your temper, but you hadn’t even unleashed it on her yet. “Do you need fuckin’ proof!? Here!” you shout, shoving the papers that the doctor had given Seto after you were stabbed. They detailed every condition you had, or had overcome. Nowhere on the list was ‘Pregnant’. She read them over, and tossed the paper aside. Your eyes widened out of shock. “It’s just too early to tell, kiddo,” she said, and you could have sworn steam was coming out of your ears. “For Christ’s sake, think about what you’re saying!” you shout, and notice how pale the priest has become that was standing beside your mother. It almost made you smirk. Man, was Seto rubbing off on you. “I am not pregnant. I am not marrying Seto, and I am not tolerating this any longer!” you yell, walking out of the chapel before your mother got a chance to say anything. The glare that you sent the priest made him take a step back, and you knew that he wouldn’t book a wedding after all of this. But there were many churches in Domino City. Picking up your phone, you dialed a number that you knew you could count on. “Hey, Mommy,” Tyler’s voice said, and you had to smile softly. He knew about everything, you could tell. From anyone else, you wouldn’t take a single comment about any of the things that had happened today, but from him you could handle it. “Mind calling all the churches in town and telling them not to listen to my… The thing that created me,” you correct yourself, and you can hear laughter from the other end of your phone. “I’m on it,” he said, hanging up. Now, you only had to find your father, wherever he was. But before you could even take a step down the road to search for him, you heard your name called. Turning, you saw the gang running up the road. “Need some help?” they asked, and it made you smile when you realized they didn’t ask you to explain anything, and sensed that you couldn’t deal with that. “Mind helping me find my parents and keep them contained?” you ask, knowing that they had already watched the news earlier. “Of course,” they said, and you all split up. You headed to the tuxedo shop, guessing that he would probably be there, but you didn’t have any luck with that. Thinking, you tried to decide what part he would want to control most about a wedding you definitely weren’t having. Not the flowers or the cake… But the food? You sprinted off, looking for the nearest caterer’s shop, and must have made the guy behind the counter have a heart attack when you burst through the doors, fuming.

“No, we’re not interested in your services,” you said in the most polite tone you could muster up, before dragging your father out of the shop. “I’m NINETEEN!” you start, not entirely sure that he knew that. “I had my first kiss when I was 14. I got my driver’s license when I was 16. I turned 18 and had a huge party with Tyler, who you probably don’t know even though we’ve been best friends with each other since we were toddlers. And I moved to a different country. Did you hear anything in there that said ‘still a little kid?’ or ‘still needs people to make rules for her’. Face it, you can’t tell me to do a thing, and if you want to try, e-mail me so at least I can ignore you. Or, call me, but don’t you dare show up in my city, at my boyfriend’s house, and start telling me what I can and can’t do.” He didn’t seem to get the point, and still stared at you with the same belittling look he had given you earlier. Maybe he would understand your papers, and be less likely to think he knows more about the topic. Handing him the doctor’s report, you stared at him, tapping your foot. “______, you can’t trick us with a fake report,” he said, and you stared at him like he was an idiot. Snatching the papers from him, you flipped to the page with the doctor’s signature, and once again shoved the papers at him. “Dr. Gidian!?” he practically shouted, and you nodded. “But that’s the world famous doctor!” You just nodded again, arms crossed over your chest. “But….” He started again, and you narrowed your eyes. “You think I’d get anything less than the best?” you ask, eyebrows raised. When no reply came, you continued. “Believe it or not, he can take care of me. He can do it much better than you ever could,” though you saw the flicker in his eyes, and his mouth open to speak, you waved your hand at him, silencing him. “Don’t you get it yet? He isn’t going to leave me when he needs to go somewhere, and you know that marriage wouldn’t prove that anyway. Why are you here, ruining my life?” you asked, tone still as icy as ever. You realize that many everyone always considers that an exaggeration, but it wasn’t this time. There was only a few things going right in your life for a change, and you weren’t going to let any of them get away from you. He seemed to be softening up, and this time you let him reply. “We heard the news,” he tried to explain, but you pointed at the papers again and he nodded, understanding that the news was obviously misleading. “It’s too late for you to change the past. But it isn’t too late for you to let me have a future.” Though you weren’t screaming at the top of your lungs anymore, you were still royally pissed, and your voice was still laced with venom. The last words you uttered seemed to actually sting your father, but you didn’t apologize. “Get mom and get out of here,” you said, mercilessly, as you watched your father hold out the papers for you to take. You took them, and watched as he walked off towards the chapel where you had last seen your mother. Texting the others, you headed back to the mansion, extremely tired and sore.

“I know the next headline,” you say, sitting once again in the living room of the Kaiba Mansion with Mokuba. “Bridezilla?” he asked, and you smiled, nodding. As you watched him laugh, you thought about how odd it was that you were closer to him than you were with your parents. “On a scale of one to ten, how pissed do you think Seto’s going to be when he finally clears everything up with the press?” you ask, tossing an Advil in your mouth and taking a sip of water to get it down. “Oh, definitely an eleven… hundred.” He said, and you nodded in agreement, knowing that it was true. Just enjoying the silence for a minute, you smiled, not feeling guilty at all for what had happened earlier in the day. “What are the chances of me walking around the house tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your still-bandaged leg and assessing how swollen it had become. Mokuba shook his head, “With the amount of Advil you’re swallowing for the pain, I’m amazed he hasn’t called the doctor back to check if you could have accidentally overdosed,” You tilted your head in agreement, and picked up the bottle of Advil that was in your hand. “You know, I had to ask Tyler to bring this over, because your house is loaded down with worthless shit like Motrin,” you said, and Mokuba shook his head, obviously agreeing. You had figured out a while ago that despite being four- almost five years younger than you, Mokuba could be a good friend, too. “Bagel?” you offered, getting to your feet and laughing at Mokuba’s reaction. Apparently, there were some things that neither of them would allow you to do. It was like a normal person’s parents. If you had to ask for something, you knew which one would be more likely to give it to you. But in this case, they had both decided not to give you access to any of the kitchen appliances.