"Is this YOUR doing?" Seto demanded. "It is, Kaiba, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" However, Seto cut her off demandingly. "Haven't you heard of a toilet?" "Well yes I have but I didn't have time to…" "Or the basin beside your bed." "Yes well…" "Or anywhere other than on my little brother." "I DIDN'T MEAN TO." "And I suppose you didn't mean to do the same thing to me last night?" Charlotte blinked shockingly. "…What?" she asked. Kaiba crossed his arms, smirking at her sudden uncertain expression. She looked fearful, thinking back to the blurry memories from last night. She remembered knocking back those deliciously cocktails. She remembered how the waitresses kept automatically refilling her glass, supplying her with all the complimentary cocktails her heart desired. She remembered waiting impatiently on his return, wondering why he was taking so long. She had sipped, getting through one too many and finally, slipping into a beautiful unconsciousness, otherwise known as a drunken disorder. "You really don't remember?" "I neither did nor could…" "You did."
"You're lying!" "Would you like to see my wonderfully stained shirt? You make a good job of that, thanks to your drinking last night." "Guys, please stop arguing." Mokuba begged Seto and Charlotte quietly. The couple had barely noticed he had slipped from the conversation, washing himself down in the large downstairs bathroom. He had watched from a distance, noticing how they couldn't see anything else in the room other than the two of them. "I'm only trying to apologize." Charlotte grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "You don't sound genuine to me." Charlotte had gotten fed up with standing here being insulted by Seto. "Whatever, I'm out of here." She was sure that somewhere in her blurry memories, she could see his smiling face, saying some nice things to her. She knew she must be imaging it, all he was, was a smug (but a very handsome) man. She stormed past him, ignoring the pleading "stay" face from Mokuba, the younger Kaiba who stepped forward to try to keep her here. She stormed towards the door, opening it and stepped out into the crisp evening air. Kaiba smirked more than he had all day. He looked at his watch, timing it perfectly. Exactly as predicted, two minutes later, the door opened and she flew back in, her teeth chattering from the cold. She pushed past him and he watched her ascend the stairs, slamming her bare feet on the stairs in frustration.
"Charlotte, wait!" Mokuba shouted concerningly, running after her. Kaiba put his hands on his hips, watching how she prowled over the landing, catching eyes with his. She narrowed hers and this gave him more pleasure, loving how he could affect her like no other. "What wrong, Pegasus? Too cold for you? Don't worry, I'm sure satin night dresses are perfect Autumn clothing choice. ..for people with mental health problems perhaps!" "Screw you, Kaiba!" she screamed, before slamming the door, causing all the portraits to shake on the wall from the vibrations. Mokuba chapped on the door but got no response, throwing his hands in the air and looking at his older brother defeatedly.
"Thanks a lot, Seto!" "No problem, Mokuba." He mumbled, grabbing the newspaper and sitting down at the table in the dining room, reading the news. The first thing he saw wasn't entirely calming. He slammed the paper down on the table and wiped out his mobile phone, pounding the buttons before tapping his feet impatiently. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
"ROLAND." He snarled and he could feel the tension from Rowlands end of the phone. In this voice, Seto Kaiba was not to be messed with. "I NEED you to get a message out to the press…" "Is this about today's headline?" "YES! I SWEAR IF YOU HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS…" "NO, of course not, sir! I had no idea it was coming out, I had no idea you were going out with…" "WE'RE NOT! BUT I'm telling you, you BETTER get out and make this all go away. My reputation is on the line and as my press manager, this is your JOB. Now, if you want to stay in employment, FIX THIS!"
He cut the phone dead and slammed it down on the table, breathing out. He could still feel that warm, wet, enchanting feeling, playing with him. He could feel her hot, steamy breath, making his toes curl. He didn't like it but he loved it. He didn't want it but somehow, he needed it. He looked at the ceiling, knowing he was directly below her room. He pushed the newspaper away, letting it slide all the way to the other end of the table and to fall delicately over the edge, fluttering down onto the marble floor. It landed face up, showing a picture of a couple. The man had a hand delicately placed on the small of her back and the way the picture was taken, looked like it was stroking it lovingly. The women had fisted his shirt and was gripping tightly, as if willing him to come closer to her. From any and every other angle, they looked like a proper couple. The headline read, "SETO KAIBA… A MAN IN LOVE?"

"Is this YOUR doing?" Seto demanded. "It is, Kaiba, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" However, Seto cut her off, demanding. "Haven't you heard of a toilet?" "Well yes I have but I didn't have time to…" "Or the basin beside your bed." "Yes well…" "Or anywhere other than on my little brother." "I DIDN'T MEAN TO." "And I suppose you didn't mean to do the same thing to me last night?" "…What?" she asked, blinking shockingly. Kaiba crossed his arms, smirking at her sudden uncertain expression. She looked fearful, thinking back to the blurry memories from last night. She remembered knocking back those deliciously cocktails. She remembered how the waitresses kept automatically refilling her glass, supplying her with all the complimentary cocktails her heart desired. She remembered waiting impatiently on his return, wondering why he was taking so long. She had sipped, getting through one too many and finally, slipping into a beautiful unconsciousness, otherwise known as a drunken disorder. "You really don't remember?" "I neither did nor could…" "You did."
"You're lying!" "Would you like to see my wonderfully stained shirt? You make a good job of that, thanks to your drinking last night." "Guys, please stop arguing." Mokuba begged Seto and Charlotte quietly. The couple had barely noticed he had slipped from the conversation, washing himself down in the large downstairs bathroom. He had watched from a distance, noticing how they couldn't see anything else in the room other than the two of them. "I'm only trying to apologize." Charlotte grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "You don't sound genuine to me." Charlotte got fed up with standing here being insulted by him. "Whatever, I'm out of here." She was sure that somewhere in her blurry memories, she could see his smiling face, saying some nice things to her. She knew she must be imaging it, all he was, was a smug (but a very handsome) man. She stormed past him, ignoring the pleading "stay" face from Mokuba, the younger Kaiba who stepped forward to try to keep her here. She stormed towards the door, opening it and stepped out into the crisp evening air. Kaiba smirked more than he had all day. He looked at his watch, timing it perfectly. Exactly as predicted, two minutes later, the door opened and she flew back in, her teeth chattering from the cold. She pushed past him and he watched her ascend the stairs, slamming her bare feet on the stairs in frustration.
"Charlotte, wait!" Mokuba shouted concerningly, running after her. Kaiba put his hands on his hips, watching how she prowled over the landing, catching eyes with his. She narrowed hers and this gave him more pleasure, loving how he could affect her like no other. "What wrong, Pegasus? Too cold for you? Don't worry, I'm sure satin night dresses are perfect Autumn clothing choice. ..for people with mental health problems perhaps!" "Screw you, Kaiba!" she screamed, before slamming the door, causing all the portraits to shake on the wall from the vibrations. Mokuba chapped on the door but got no response, throwing his hands in the air and looking defeatedly at his older brother.
"Thanks a lot, Seto!" "No problem, Mokuba." He mumbled, grabbing the newspaper and sitting down at the table in the dining room, reading the news. The first thing he saw wasn't entirely calming. He slammed the paper down on the table and wiped out his mobile phone, pounding the buttons before tapping his feet impatiently. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
"ROLAND." He snarled and he could feel the tension from Rowlands end of the phone. In this voice, Seto Kaiba was not to be messed with. "I NEED you to get a message out to the press…" "Is this about today's headline?" "YES! I SWEAR IF YOU HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS…" "NO, of course not, sir! I had no idea it was coming out, I had no idea you were going out with…" "WE'RE NOT! BUT I'm telling you, you BETTER get out and make this all go away. My reputation is on the line and as my press manager, this is your JOB. Now, if you want to stay in employment, FIX THIS!"
He cut the phone dead and slammed it down on the table, breathing out. He could still feel that warm, wet, enchanting feeling, playing with him. He could feel her hot, steamy breath, making his toes curl. He didn't like it but he loved it. He didn't want it but somehow, he needed it. He looked at the ceiling, knowing he was directly below her room. He pushed the newspaper away, letting it slide all the way to the other end of the table and to fall delicately over the edge, fluttering down onto the marble floor. It landed face up, showing a picture of a couple. The man had a hand delicately placed on the small of her back and the way the picture was taken, looked like it was stroking it lovingly. The women had fisted his shirt and was gripping tightly, as if willing him to come closer to her. From any and every other angle, they looked like a proper couple. The headline read, "SETO KAIBA… A MAN IN LOVE?"

"I'm paying for it to get fixed; it should be back to you by Monday morning." "You don't need to do that! I can pay for it." She defended, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "Whatever." He shrugged. He didn't like to think he was doing a good thing. He rarely acted so out of character. "So what are you doing at the weekend?" "Work…" "SETO, NO YOU PROMISED!" Mokuba shrieked, running into the room. He had been pressed against the door the whole time; try to listen intently on their conversation, only managing to catch the last part. He ran forward, his messy black hair flailing around. He ran forward, hitting his whole body against Seto's thighs, wrapping his thin body around his legs. Kaiba groaned as the boy latched onto him, massaging his throbbing temples. "You promised you wouldn't work this weekend!" "Yeah, but Mokuba the tournament…" "Can wait till Monday. Your little brother is more important than work." Charlotte lectured, winking at Mokuba. "Can you please not side with my little brother right now?" he growled. "Why not? He's absolutely right. Family comes first." "Spare me the lectures! Don't you dare lecture me about family!"

"That's Seto Kaiba, one little boy who'd grow up to become the outer Snow King, and the other little boy there is Mokuba Kaiba."

(To Charlotte Cecelia Rose Pegasus): Some are outer ice coldhearted, distant Snow Kings on the outside, like (turning to smirk at Seto Kaiba) him, whereas, others are inner ice coldhearted, distant Snow Kings on the inside, like his jealous stepfather, Gozaburo Kaiba.

(Sarcastically glaring at Seto Kaiba): Oh look, it's His Royal Iciness, the jealous Snow King. (Seto Kaiba growls as he glares back in return angrily, hearing that, Mokuba Kaiba looks concerned, the others laugh at Seto Kaiba)

(Scoldingly glaring at Seto Kaiba): Come off it, Your Royal Iciness, Joey's only trying to help Charlotte to accept her dad's undeserved, fatal death and move onto towards the future. (Seto Kaiba growls as he glares back in return angrily, hearing that, Mokuba Kaiba looks concerned, the others laugh at Seto Kaiba)

(Smirking at Seto Kaiba tauntingly): It's hard to believe that the Snow King's a big softie only when it comes to Mokuba.

(Smirking at Seto Kaiba tauntingly): Serves you right for pissing her (about Charlotte) off, Your Royal Iciness. (Until earning a cold, death glare from Seto Kaiba himself)

"The Snow King has a little baby brother."

"The Snow King has a younger brother."

"That's Seto Kaiba, the little boy who'd grow up to become the Snow King, and that other little boy there is Mokuba Kaiba."

(Chuckling at Seto Kaiba): Do you ever relax, Your Royal Iciness?

(Directly glaring at Seto Kaiba in the defense of Charlotte): I'd accept help from her if I were you, Your Royal Iciness.

(Asking Charlotte while using one of Seto Kaiba's nicknames): What's eating Mr. Ice King?

(Scolding Seto Kaiba in the defense of Charlotte): Hey, with all due respect, Your Royal Iciness, it was an accident.

*Seto Kaiba looked really angry, hearing that.*