Corporate Prince

Chapter 70: Love Confused

It was all supposed to be a joke. Seto had tried and tried to get the lullaby that his dad used to sing to fit the theme, but it didn't seem like a love song. No matter how he'd reworked it, the song was always sad to him. After he'd said cheesy things in the music room to Ana and embarrassed himself, he gave up. He decided to sing a heart pumping love song at the end, mostly to rile up Ana. The band had been all for it. The concert had gone on without a hitch. He'd been a little shocked to find out that Mokuba didn't remember their father's lullaby or the fact that he was a singer, but when he'd calmed down, he realized Mokuba had barely been four when the car crash had happened.

Seto had never been more thankful that he was wearing a helmet and that people couldn't see his face when he sang. It wasn't singing the lullaby that made him tear up, but the realization on his little brother's face. "Ah, so he does remember," went through Seto's mind at the time. After bringing many people to tears, he'd turned to the band members, and they started the upbeat, cheesy love song. The look of horror on Ana's face made him smirk, but as he sang the song, that feeling that had been gnawing at him for weeks surfaced loud and clear. Halfway through the song, his hands started to sweat, and his heart was pounding faster than the music. For a moment, he thought he was dying, until he glanced over at Ana again. Even though she was wearing a mask , he could see how red in the face she was. She'd looked so cute in the outfit he'd had her forced to wear for the event.

Haha, she's adorable. I love her. The fleeting thought nearly caused him to stop the performance. Love. His brain was nearly frozen. If he hadn't been a natural born performer, he might have just frozen during the song. He stopped trying to think and finished out the song. When he was done, and glanced over to the side of the stage again, he saw Ana run off. Where is she going? Why is she running away? Is she mad? His heart was racing a mile a minute. What the hell is wrong with me? The band members performed their final bows and vacated the stage. They were the last performers for the day. The class swarmed the band and were super pumped up.

Arata held up a video camera and grinned at Seto. "I got it all. Want me to send it to you?"

Seto wasn't really paying attention. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm not going to delete—wait, really?" Arata looked at him, surprised.

Seto was glad he was still wearing the helmet because he was sure he looked dazed right now. "Yeah, whatever."

Arata stared at him blankly, then grinned. "Alright."

The class eventually cleaned up and vacated the stage. Seto stood backstage and off to the side. He waited for everyone to leave.

Arata paused at the door and looked back at him. "Are you coming?"

"In a bit."

The redhead looked concerned but left him be. Seto finally raised the helmet and rubbed his eyes. I love her? Really? What does that even mean? No, he knew what it meant now. It wasn't just that he found her attractive or that he liked her personality. Even when she embarrassed him or pissed him off, this feeling would still be there. If she needed him, he'd be there, even if there was nothing in it for him. Even if they'd fought or disagreed, he would not leave. He'd heard someone say before the ultimate love was dying for someone, but that's not how he felt. To live for someone, even through all the hardships. That was harder. Right now, he felt like he could do that for Ana.

He heard the curtain rustling, and he looked up to see Ana peaking in. "Ana?"

She jumped and turned to him. Her eyes were wide. "Oh, you surprised me. What are you doing back here?" She walked over to him. An overwhelming desire to kiss her consumed him. When she got close to him, he reached out to her and quickly pulled her close. "W-what are you--?"