Title: Lawfully Wedded

Pairing: Puppyshipping (Seto/Joey), Tristan/OC, Cheershipping (Duke/Serenity), Vaseshipping (Atem/Mana), Peachshipping (Yugi/Téa), Angstshipping (Ryou/Marik)

Rating: T

Words (Chapter 2): 1,500

Author's Notes: I promised you an update by 7/5 so I'm uploading on 7/3. Here's chapter 2! I had it done before I uploaded chapter 1 because I really wanted to wait on the upload but I got antsy with the writing. This one is focused more on Kaiba's POV because. Well, you'll see why. I really hope you guys are enjoying this, and if you are, please let me know!

Seto Kaiba didn't care about love or marriage. He cared about his little brother and making sure he was well taken care of and happy. He cared about his company, and making sure it was coming up with new ideas and thriving. He cared about Duel Monsters, about keeping up with the new competitors, and about building his Duel School and expanding KaibaLand.

Finding a spouse was not on his list of necessities, not even on his list of luxuries. But alas. Life had other plans for him. Rather, the government had other plans for him.

"Mister Kaiba, there's someone here to see you. They say if you don't let them in, they'll be forced to take legal action."

Kaiba rolled his eyes. Whichever idiot it was this time probably didn't have a leg to stand on. It was a popular scare tactic to try and get him to take impromptu meetings or deal with people he was tired of dealing with. Do as I say or I'll sue you. They never did.

He didn't even look up from his computer screen. "Tell them I'm busy."

"Sir, they're from the government. They said it was urgent."

His fingers froze on the keys. What the hell would the government want with him? What could he have possibly done that would warrant legal action from them? He took a deep breath, looking up at Roland. "Fine. Let them in. Five minutes, and then I want you to come escort them out." Roland nodded and went back to the door, letting the tall woman in.

"Mister Kaiba," she started as he locked his screens. "My name is Ingrid Forrester, from the municipal government. Do you know why I'm here?"

He silently took her in, her buttoned up top and pencil skirt was a serious look but he could tell they weren't expensive at all. She looked like she was trying to be sterner than she really was. "No, I don't," he answered.

She sighed and shook her head. "I'm here with the Match Department here at Domino City."

Shit.

Now he knew why.

"I'm sure you're aware that your 25th birthday is in less than a month." He wasn't stupid. He knew when his own birthday was. When he didn't say anything else, Ingrid continued. "Mr. Kaiba, we've bent the rules for you and your brother due to your busy schedules." More like due to our money and influence, but go on, he thought to himself. "But this close to your birthday is seriously pushing it. You are neither married nor engaged, and you aren't even registered in the Match system. Our agreement said that you'd be matched by now but you haven't even answered any of our many attempts to reach you."

"I've been busy," he answered simply.

"We understand that, Mr. Kaiba, but you are getting awfully close to breaking the law."

He tried not to let his frustration show. "Alright. Miss Forrester –"

"Mrs.," she corrected. Of course. She'd be a criminal herself if she wasn't married, she was clearly in her thirties.

"Mrs. Forrester. What do I do to get you out of my office and off my case?"

She looked like she was biting back a reply, but instead of bothering to say it out loud, she just shuffled through her purse. She pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to the man behind the desk. "This is all the paperwork that goes into registering and updating your files for the Match. Please fill these out as soon as possible and send them over to the email on the top. The information will be entered into our computers and the algorithm will find you a Match."

Kaiba bit back the sigh wanting to escape his lungs. He really had been planning on avoiding this as long as possible, but the years had snuck up on him. He had even been thinking maybe this law was one that didn't apply to him but apparently, the government didn't agree.

"I recommend doing that by tomorrow. The sooner the information is in, the quicker we can get you a result and you could potentially avoid a shotgun wedding the night before your birthday."

He raised his eyebrow at her as she turned to leave. At least she did have some bite to her. That gave her a little bit of respect in his eyes. Roland came in as she was walking out, standing aside to let her out. He glanced at his boss who just waved him off.

Kaiba looked down at the papers when his door closed and groaned to himself. This law was ridiculous and stupid. Way back when, his birth parents had fallen in love and gotten married on their own before they turned 25. His stepparents, he knew, didn't get Matched either, but people in their circle didn't need to. Usually, a marriage was practically arranged beforehand anyway. Someone to keep up appearances and give them an heir.

What was so bad about not getting married anyway? What good would that even do for him? His reputation didn't need a significant other. It never did. If anything, avoiding distractions like that just helped him become a better businessman and leader. The heir thing didn't even matter, either. He wasn't into women and he'd always figured that if he wanted kids, he'd go the adoption route anyway. If.

He stared at his locked computer screen for a minute. He was already ahead of his work, what he'd been working on could wait. He might as well get this all over with and send it over. He didn't need another visit from Ingrid Forrester and he definitely didn't need to be caught up in legal issues over not doing paperwork. That had literally never been an issue in his life, and he took over KaibaCorp. when he was 12.

Besides, the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he can get back to what actually mattered.

The look Mokuba gave him when he walked in said enough. Unfortunately, his brother disagreed.

"This is the third time this week you've missed dinner, Seto."

He looked at the other Kaiba; they were almost eye to eye now. When did he get so tall? And so stern looking? He was nailing the Kaiba glare perfectly, but it looked out of place on his still boyish features.

"I had unexpected work. I ate at the office."

"When? Because Ami was there until 6 so I know you didn't get any food delivered."

It was easier to downplay how much he overworked himself back when Mokuba wasn't a full-time Vice President of the company. Also, back when his girlfriend didn't work there.

"I think we need to go over again how wrong it is that you hired your girlfriend as your secretary."

"Sure, after I find out what could be so important that you're home three hours late."

Was it already nine? That stupid Match paperwork took longer than he thought. Maybe that's what he got for doing it all in one night, instead of over a few months and consistently yearly like everyone else had to. Not that he'd admit he should have done something differently, of course.

He sighed and placed his briefcase on the coffee table. "Mokuba, my birthday's in a month." There, hopefully he got it from that. Because Seto was tired and would've liked to just head up to bed.

"So? I'm not giving you a pass all month because it's almost your birthday."

He wanted to hit his head against the wall. His brother was a genius. Why couldn't he just get the hint?

"My 25th birthday."

He heard Mokuba sigh. "Okay, I'm not dumb. I know how old you are. That still doesn't – wait. Oh. Really?"

There it was. "Yes, and some woman from the Match Department stopped by my office and I had to do a shit ton of paperwork which pushed me behind on what I wanted to get done today." Mokuba was silent and Seto came up with a way to placate him, hopefully without bringing up any extra talk of the Match. "I'm going upstairs. We'll have breakfast tomorrow to make up for it, alright?"

He started to walk away when he was stopped again. "Hey, Seto?" Mokuba's voice was a lot softer this time, reminding Seto of when he was a kid. He turned his head towards his brother, encouraging him to go on. "Do you know when they're gonna tell you who you got Matched with?"

"I don't know. The woman said they'd try to do it soon."

That seemed to be the end of that, so Seto headed upstairs. He barely got his suit off before he laid back in bed. He made a mental list of everything he had to do tomorrow and answered some emails before drifting off. He didn't get the notification until the next morning.

'You have been Matched with Joseph Wheeler.'

Author's Notes: I don't know the next time I'll be able to write, I have had a busy week this week. But thank you for the reviews/comments so far, I'm glad you guys are enjoying this!