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I posted this story at noon and then went to hang with my boyfriend (whom I love very much) and didn't check my mail until the next morning. I blinked a few times and the only thing I said was. "Wow"

I thank you all for the fantastic reviews . . . and as promised I will do the chicken dance. . . *cue music*

*singing* I don't wanna be a chicken. I don't wanna be a duck. So I'll shake my butt.

Now onto the story!

- - - A merger - - - Yume E Yui - - -

Gate's smiled huge and made his way to the dancing pair. Sarah Stopped moving upon seeing her father and the smile immediately fell from her face as if it were a crime to own one. The light in her eyes moved to a dull glow and she nodded to her father's presence; all the years of reform school showed in her tightly controlled actions.

Kaiba nodded; acknowledging Gate's presence.

"It is a fine night," Gate's smiled.

"Very much so indeed," Kaiba smiled back. He caught the sudden change in Sarah, noting it with a single glance. She must've suddenly became tired because she excused herself from the business arrangement they were about to discuss.

Kaiba watched the girl as she walked away. Her gloved hand grabbing her purse that had been sitting on the wall and she made her way up the stairs to her hotel room.

"Mr. Kaiba, did I ever tell you how interested in your company I am?" Gates smiled grabbing a drink from a passing waiter.

"Every man in this room is interested in getting a piece of my profits, Mr. Gates," Kaiba smiled throwing his attention back to the conversation.

"What would you say to me offering you a form of merger," Gates took a sip of his drink, "both of our companies; combining. With you in the lead of it, of course."

"And what, must I ask, is the need for this merger?" Kaiba asked grabbing his own drink.

"My daughter is not fit to run the company herself, I wish to find her a suitable husband. You are the man for her. I saw a great pairing coming out of you two. It would be a perfect match," Gate's smirked, "a match that would gain my daughter an excellent future and you pocket full cash."

"That is a great proposition, but what are the guidelines for the marriage?"

"You are a sharp man," Gates smiled pulling a contract from his pocket. It had already been signed by Sarah, and had two lines on the bottom awaiting Gate's and Kaiba's signature.

Kaiba took the contract from Gates and read it over to himself.

"Ah, there is a catch, at least a ten year marriage and a kid. You're insuring your future, very smart." Kaiba pulled a pen from his pocket and the two made their way to the bar. "I will take your proposition."

"Then sign on the line," Gates smiled watching Kaiba's signature fall onto the paper. He then took the pen and signed it as well. "Now, if you will, I must mingle."

Gates disappeared in the crowd quietly leaving a kind word and Sarah's room number behind him.

Kaiba climbed to the elevator and then to Sarah's room. He knocked sharply and heard her shuffling in the room for a minute and then opened the door. She smiled at him allowing him to come in.

"Was the party beginning to become dull?" She asked going into the bathroom and coming back out with a knife wrapped in a handkerchief. She made her best to hide the thing and slip it into her bag before turning back to face Kaiba; who had made himself at home by sitting on her bed.

"It was always dull, I just excused myself from it early."

There was a silence for a minute and Sarah looked over Kaiba's face.

"You signed the contract didn't you?" Her smile failed her and became forced. It was as if Kaiba had just taken a knife and stabbed her in the chest, but her years of reform school kept it hidden in every aspect but her eyes.

Kaiba had raised Mokuba from a little kid to a teenager; he developed a skill to read people. His own smile fell and he stood up to look into Sarah's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I am fine, just a little tired," Sarah lied covering her eyes with her hand so she could look away from him. She knew she was easily read by the man standing before her and she made herself look away.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am fine," Sarah said letting her hand drop away from her eyes. She turned her head and found herself staring straight at the CEO's chest. She looked up to catch his face and blinked a few times noting how close he was to her. His hands had placed themselves on her; one on her arm and the other pushing hair from her eyes.

There was silence between the two for a moment and Sarah felt a hand on the back of her neck, her heart fluttered and she placed her arms around the CEO's neck.

Their lips moved slowly as if they were unsure how to kiss, or even if it was OK. Kaiba's arms snaked around Sarah's waist pulling her sharply against his body so her hips crashed into his. The jolt caused their kiss to faultier for a moment.

There was a sharp knock on the door the instant their hips moved together and Sarah ripped away quickly moving to answer the door. A blush crept on her face as the blood rushed there and she tried her best to still her breathing and her beating heart.

Kaiba wiped the lipstick from his lips and moved to sit in a chair; all the while mentally kicking himself.

Sarah was his ticket to fame in both America and Japan. His work wouldn't allow him to have feelings, his work wouldn't allow him to do anything but file papers.

Thus, he pushed his feelings aside and simply excused himself from Sarah's company.

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Hmmm . . . so some feelings have risen? Maybe this will be a good marriage after all. ^o^ Let's see next chapter. . . Sarah goes home to pack before her move to Japan. I'll leave you guys hanging on that.

Oh! And thank you all for the reviews! I love them all equally . . . *hands a small mini cupcake-sized home-made cheesecake thing to everyone who reviewed. Bye-bye! Until next update!

Before I go . . . I am sorry to Mr. Gates. I am sure he's a really good father in real life! But I've never met him so I am guessing. He's not in any way-that I know of- like the way he is in my story. So please don't sue me Mr. Gates *hides under her chair.*