We don't know how lucky we are - myself included. Well I do, kind ok? I think I know but I don't appreciate it. I do feel guilty over it though.
Like right now,  I just got up to close the sliding door because I was getting cold. Simple right? But what if you didn't have the choice? I have a home, I can choose to be warm or to cool off. People without a home do not have that choice. I can eat whenever I want. I can bathe, sleep, rest, play, work, eat, be cozy, watch a show, whatever the freaking hell I want. And there are thousands of people out there who cannot. 
Sure I should get off my butt and do something about it, but I don't. I can. I just don't. I'm too much of a coward. So that's my guilt trip for this entry... I really just needed to get that out in writing to something/someone. I REALLY needed to. 

That said, I started a one-shot fanfic because why not (despite the fact that it is 12:30 and I should totally be asleep. So tomorrow, for my break, I shall bring my lap top and type up my adventures from today, because they were wondrous.

Anyway here is the middle piece of the story I began:

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Forcing a polite smile, she turned to face him, “Apologies, Mr. Kaiba.”

‘Just be nice and polite and then he won’t be able to fire you’ Maybe if she repeated that enough times in her head it would actually be true. There was no telling what he was thinking behind his stoic mask.

Much to her surprise and horror, instead of heading back to the soiree, he entered the room, shut the door behind him, and locked the door.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. She was too young to die and he probably knew 40 different ways to kill her without getting blood on the carpet. Everyone knew it was impossible to get blood out of carpet. Even worse, he was not just entering the room, he was stalking towards her. Like some leopard slinking towards his prey - and she had no chance if she bolted. Her heartbeat a mile a second, breaths short and shallow, eyes widened slightly in fear and anxiety, and her feet started take steps back until she hit the window. Still, he moved forward, closer until they stood not a foot apart. His intimidating posture and steel edge eyes caged her. Trapped indeed.

“How long have you worked for me?”

What.

The seconds ticked by but she just could not compute. That and her legs nearly shook she was so terrified.

More seconds ticked. He raised a brow and leaned back, waiting.

Swallowing thickly, she attempted the most confident response she could muster, a whimpered, almost whispered “Almost a year”.

“Right.” Uncrossing his arms, he leaned forward, just enough to take her breath away once more.

“Then tell me, Serenity” His voice softened. In fact, his eyes softened a little too.

Since when did he soften? He was Seto freaking Kaiba - the most respected competitor in all of Japan. He fired staff on a whim, or at least that’s what she heard. He hated her brother. Mr. Vacations Are For Lazy And Weak. He never, ever smiled. EVER! He was- is  the epitome of taking everything seriously and all glares.

So why the unexplicable shift from preditor to - to.. whatever the heck this was. His demeanor transformed into something so gentle and cautious, as if she was some injured bunny and he didn’t want to scare her away. As if he wanted to help her.

But help her with what? And why?

She didn’t even notice his hand until he brushed his thumb against her cheek as if brushing something away.  But what would- Oh. Tears. Strange, when did she start crying?

Why hadn’t she noticed?

So many questions, but still, she blinked up at him, unsure of what he was trying to communicate.

“Why are you so afraid of me?” He barely even whispered this time, voice almost cracking.

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That is all folks! My internet is acting up...