First things first, credits

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Gi Oh or any of its characters. HOWEVER, this version of his secretary is my own OC.

Hello, everyone~!

The Muse has swatted me upside the head with a blast from my past. I had a very interesting dream about Seto shopping for a dress. It made such an impression that I penned out this silly little story. Personally I had a great deal of fun with it, and I hope you have fun reading it.

"What do you mean 'this is it'?!"

Seto Kaiba's secretary stared at the young CEO, her golden eyes wide with horror.

"You must be new here." Seto snapped back in irritation. "These are the only trousers I own aside from that dorky school uniform." He crossed his arms over his chest. "And I refuse to ever wear that trash again."

"For one, Mr. Kaiba, I've been your secretary as long as you've been CEO of this company," said the woman, her hands at her hips Peter Pan-style, "and this absolutely will not do."

"Why the hell is it any of your concern what I wear?" Seto scowled; this woman was being far more persistent than any of the rest of his staff. Most would never dare to argue with the combative teenage billionaire.

"Because as your secretary I need to be sure you look the part of a company leader, not the lead singer in a punk rock band."

"I'm still the leader of this company, regardless of what I wear." He retorted.

"Then what about for yourself, Mr. Kaiba?" The woman asked, almost pleadingly. "Surely it can't be comfortable wearing that same get up day after day."

"Again," said Seto through gritted teeth, "why is it any of your concern?" And then his secretary said three words that the powerful master of Kaiba Industries never expected to hear.

"Because I care."

Her words echoed like a phrase shouted in the hollow places under the earth. Seto folded his hands in his lap and waited for the world to stop reeling before he answered.

"I don't wear anything else because nothing else is comfortable."

"Well then we're just going to have to go out and find you some comfortable clothing." With a snap of her wrist the curvaceous woman flipped open her company cellphone and hit a number set to speed dial.

"Emiko, darling, could you do me a favor and clear Mr. Kaiba's afternoon schedule?"

"What the hell do you-"Seto began to protest but his secretary silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Board meeting can be moved to tomorrow morning." She carried on her conversation, ignoring Seto as he swatted her hand away. "Tell them I'll bring coffee and bagels if it gets them around the meeting table by nine A.M. sharp."

While his secretary went on, pacing the room as she delivered instructions, Seto Kaiba sat back, his arms crossed over his chest and a firm pout set into his lips. At Kaiba Corp, he was the master and commander. His word was law and much like the days of ancient kings what he demanded was written into stone. So who was this woman to tromp all over his authority like she was the self-proclaimed queen of the Nile?

She is no one, Seto thought bitterly, just another loser who thinks she can tell me what to do. And yet he didn't stop her as she effortlessly rearranged his day.

'Because I care'

Her words still echoed, and Seto still hesitated. No one cared for him. Ever since he and Mokuba were orphans it was always the two of them against the world. This woman was either one of a kind, or a genuine mad-woman. And for the time being Seto was leaning towards the latter.

"There," with a click his secretary closed her phone, "your afternoon is open. I'll have your car brought 'round."

Within the half hour Seto Kaiba went from sulking behind his office desk to sulking in the back seat of his limousine. His secretary sat adjacent to him and had been staring at him, tapping a nail against her knee as the driver took them into the city.

"So, Mr. Kaiba," she said, her soft voice startling after one too many moments in silence, "tell me, if you own nothing else because nothing else is comfortable, then what sort of clothing would you feel comfortable in?" Seto didn't answer and cast a glance at the back of the driver's head. Noticing the subtle body language, his secretary pressed a button on a ceiling panel, raising the tinted window between the driver and the back. Once the window had been lifted into place, Seto's secretary folded her hands on her lap and waited patiently for his answer.

"Just what are you expecting to hear?" the billionaire snapped testily.

"An honest answer to my question."

"Well I hope you pass out from holding your breath, because I'm not saying anything." Were this woman any other member of his staff, this limo would already be on the fast track back to the office. Seto was abrasive, combative, and so stubborn he could make a mule look like an absolute pushover. What Seto Kaiba continued to overlook was the fact that his secretary was unlike any of the rest of his underlings. Being his vastly ignored right hand, second only to young Mokuba, his secretary had stood in Seto's shadow long enough to know how to make the man amiable.

"Mr. Kaiba," said the lady, sweet as honey, "you are the wealthiest man in all Domino City. In all of Japan, I should think."

Seto blinked. "What's your point?"

"My point, Mr. Kaiba, is that you have enough money in your pocketbook to mold this entire city to your will." She lifted his wallet and dangled it in the air. "You have enough money to have your own private Blue-Eyes dragon jet," Seto puffed his chest out proudly, "which means that you have more than enough to fill your wardrobe with comfortable things."

This time the powerful Seto Kaiba did not have a retort. Foiled by his own money. At least he had plenty of it.

"It is true that Kaiba Corp needs a leader who looks the part," his secretary continued, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, "but you also deserve to have clothing that you feel comfortable and confident in." Seto had no rebuttal. The lady had him beat.

"So, tell me, Mr. Kaiba, what is it you would like to wear?" she asked. "What should we be on the lookout for on this little shopping trip?" Seto's jawline tightened visibly. He was hesitant, but his secretary had made a valid point. Not only that, but more than once in just the course of the morning she had proven herself patient and tolerant of him.

Screw it, he decided, she's right. I have money.

"All I want," he said, "are pants that make my ass look good, and a dress that brings out the color of my eyes." Much to Seto's surprise the woman in the back of the limo simply smiled at him.