A/N: Obelisk X, I am truly sorry for being so late in accommodating this request of yours. School's made me busy, and truth be told, inspiration's really fickle and it took a long time to hit me. So I am sorry, but here it is. :D Your gender-bend request. I hope it's okay. Thanks for pitching ideas, and when I have time and when inspiration hits me again, chapter 2 might be hopefully up. :)
Gender bend
Kyousuke Miyura - Kisara
Sera Kaiba - Seto Kaiba
Chapter 1: Her Proposal
Kyousuke laughed out loud; truly amused yet finding the idea preposterous all the same.
"You can't pay someone to be your friend." He pointed out to the aggravated brunette as he tried to rein a burst of laughter in. He knew the young CEO wouldn't appreciate his amusement over the subject. If anything, she would more likely take his initial response to it as an absolute mockery. And Sera Kaiba wasn't the most lenient person around.
Said brunette had her arms folded across her chest; annoyance clear and stark across her pretty face. Didn't the idiot know that it took a lot for her to ask for some things from people? She wouldn't even be approaching him or talking to him or offering him this extremely beneficial preposition if she didn't find him capable of meeting the pressing need at hand.
Sera snorted, tilting her chin up with an air of arrogance drifting around her. "As a matter of fact, I can. Do you forget who you're speaking to?" She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, daring the silver-haired boy to tell her otherwise.
Kyousuke bit his lip. She didn't scare him at all. If anything, he found her confident bearing attractive, and...cute. But he would never tell her that, or he would spend a year's worth of school allowance on medical bills. Seriously, the girl packed a mean punch. She never was the type to scratch anyone out with her fingernails. Sera Kaiba was more the type to bash someone's head in with her bare hands. And damn it, if that didn't unnerve him. Slightly.
He cleared his throat. "What did you say I was getting out of this again?" He squinted at her.
Sera rolled her eyes. Must she reiterate everything for everyone? "You'll get paid _ yen daily for every hour you spend in my company, plus you'll get a bonus check for completing the assignment. The cash you'll earn is more than enough to pay off your rent and other daily expenses." She waved a hand at him, as one hand rested comfortably on her hip.
Kyousuke sighed. "It's all about cash with you, isn't it?" He shook his head.
Sera scoffed. "The world doesn't revolve in idealistic notions such as harmony or friendship. It revolves around money and propagates survival. You snooze, you lose." She eyed him sharply.
The silver-haired teen snorted, figuring that her time spent in the company of dull old men had officially dimmed her perspective in life. Sera was, what, seventeen—for crying out loud. She already spoke like an old woman who had seen much—and possibly knew all too well what the real world was like. Kyousuke looked at her quizzically as he ran a hand through his messy locks of fair hair.
"Free food?" He prodded.
"Yes."
"Hassle-free accommodations if needed?"
"I suppose."
"Can I hang out with Mokuba?"
"Obviously." She grunted, looking away. "Anything else?" She asked when Kyousuke seemed to have fallen silent all of a sudden.
"This is a pretty big thing to be asking for out of someone." He started after a few seconds of contemplation. "Being a... 'friend' basically means needing to spend time with them and hang out and do stuff together and whatnot. Normal people do that out of want, but you're paying me for those kinds of...services."
Kyousuke grinned at the same time that Sera scowled. She was neither dull nor slow, and knew he was working up this conversation towards the end-all catch. Whatever it was, and if it wasn't stupid, maybe she should take him up on it. She needed this stunt to save business image after all. Because for some reason, the general public presumed she had some sort of mental disease for denying other people's companionship other than her little brother's. That little rumor suggesting her lunacy could affect the entire company name. It was always make or break with mass media. She didn't need that bull crap on top of everything she had to handle already. This was, by far, the easiest and most practical solution she could think of. She'd spent the past few days scrutinizing and observing people in school just to see who would be the best man for the job. And thus far, Kyousuke Miyura had been the only person she could stand for more than five seconds.
"What do you want?" She practically demanded; determined to get this conversation over with so she could move on with her other tasks.
"A Subaru Forester." He grinned cheekily, knowing how shameless his request was. She'd say 'no' right?
Sera relented with a sigh. "Fine. I'll have my secretary order the car for you overseas."
Kyousuke raised an eyebrow. "You're that desperate." He shook his head. "You won't even deny my outrageous demand."
The smirk that adorned the young CEO's face was nothing short of smug and arrogant. "No demand is too steep for a desired business deal." Kaiba huffed. "Just say 'yes.' You have nothing to lose; everything's in your favor, you idiot." She mumbled impatiently.
"Okay." Kyousuke agreed, nodding his head in a bobble head fashion. "You have a deal."
They shook hands right before Sera threw Kyousuke a phone that had her number saved in it.
"You will in under no circumstances contact me unless it's a life and death emergency. Clear?" She asked, cobalt eyes drilling into Kyousuke's crystal blue ones. "That phone is meant for business, and only I shall call you whenever the need arises for me to be seen with someone else other than Mokuba. The press is too invasive. Stick to that, and I won't fire you. Got it? Because when I say fired, I'm withdrawing every benefits this deal has hammered out for you."
Now she was treating him as one of her employees... Was this really a good idea? Despite the sudden skepticism clouding his mind, Kyousuke nodded anyway.
"Yes, Ma'am."
Sera smirked. "Good. "