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It had been a few weeks since Kaiba had come home from the hospital. His son had been attentive to him in those first few days at home, and as Seto's strength gradually returned he was able to begin taking care of Mokuba again. Now they were back in their routine, and nothing could throw them off of it.

At least, that's what they thought.

It began as a normal day.

Seto helped Mokuba get ready for school, had breakfast, sent his son to school, then headed off to work. He reviewed his documents, sat through a meeting with his board of directors, and had lunch, when his receptionist buzzed him.

"Mr. Kaiba, your 12:30 is here."

"Send them in." The faster he got through with this meeting, the better.

The door opened, and Kaiba stopped in his tracks.

The slender woman in the doorway wore a dark red v-neck dress and suit jacket with matching heels, all of which brought out the light blue hue of her hair. Her eyes were the same shade of blue as her hair, and her cheeks were flushed pink. An expensive looking silver choker encircled her neck, and a matching bracelet was on one wrist. She looked to be his age, and seemed so delicate and dainty, but her eyes were ferocious and hyper focused. She was a business woman through and through.

Kaiba instantly felt a jolt of physical attraction to her. But his face gave nothing away. Not even a second had passed, and yet for him, the world had somehow shifted. Things were slightly askew now, not quite as they had been. He felt as if he had stumbled upon a parallel universe. Everything looked the same, but was totally different.

"Seto Kaiba?" Her voice was like a bell, shimmering and shaking him to his core. He stood up.

"Yes?" His voice came out less sure than he wanted it to. He kicked himself for giving himself away like that.

"My name is Kisara Mishima. I'm the president of Mishima Enterprises." She held her hand out and he shook it, but couldn't help but notice how soft her hands were, and the feeling of regret that bubbled up in him when she let go.

"Pleased to meet you. Please, take a seat." He sat back down at his desk and studied her as she sat down. She was fluid in her movements, and her legs were striking. She laid her hands carefully in her lap, but her posture was too straight to be relaxed. She was tense, obviously worried about the deal. But her face gave nothing away. It was her mask, he saw now. The face she wore when she didn't want someone to see what she was really thinking. He wondered how she had learned to construct it. It took him only seconds to notice these things about her. "Would you like some coffee or water?"

"No thank you," she said crisply. "I prefer to get right to business."

"As you wish." His voice was neutral, but he hid his fascination and amusement with her under the surface. "What brings you here today?"

"Mr. Kaiba-"

"Seto."

She blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"It's Seto. Mr. Kaiba was my stepfather." It wasn't entirely a lie. It was more of an excuse to hear her say his name.

"Very well then. Seto, I'll get right to the point. Mishima Enterprises would love to partner with the Kaiba Corporation. We provide high quality, ecologically friendly gaming equipment to companies all over the world. Our partners have a very high profit margin from using our products, and have seen a 30% jump in business since switching to our equipment." She handed him a folder. "It's all in here."

He flipped it open to see what he expected: facts, figures, graphs, and pie charts galore. Normally he would have given it a thorough read through, but she was distracting him. She was so close that he could smell her perfume, and it was intoxicating his senses, making him dizzy. He pretended to look it over, asking a question or two to make it seem like he was taking it all in, when all he was really taking in was her. Her beauty, her voice, her scent. He got to the back of the folder and closed it, putting his poker face back on.

"I'll have to talk this over with my board of directors. May I have your contact information so that we can set up another meeting to discuss the decision say, over lunch?"

"Certainly." She handed him a business card with her name and information on it, and he couldn't help but notice her freshly manicured fingers that were long, like a pianists. He put the card on his desk.

"I'll have my secretary contact you with the date and time of our next meeting." He handed her a card of his. "Feel free to call if you have any questions about our organization or if you need to reschedule."

"I will. Thank you, Seto." She extended her hand once more and he shook it again more firmly this time, lingering one second longer than normal as he tried to memorized the silky smooth feel of her hands.

"You're welcome, Miss Mishima. May I escort you to your car?"

Surprise flickered across her features for half a second before she smiled. "You may. Thank you."

She took the opportunity to launch into another speech about her company, but Seto was only half listening. She was so dangerously close to him, and he yearned to reach out and close the half inch distance between them to hold her hand. The walk to her car was shorter than he would have liked, and he watched her climb into her limousine with a forlorn feeling. She smiled a megawatt smile at him, one he knew he would never forget, before the door closed, the window rolled up, and the car drove away, leaving a bewildered Seto in her wake.