A/N: Due to inactivity, I've managed to lose my claims on LJ; so now I'm more-or-less just writing one-shots for the hell of it. Sorry for the lack of updates, I hope you like this one!
King of the World

"You are, without a doubt, the most unorganized person I've ever met."

Kujaku Mai resented that remark; she didn't like people poking holes in her pride, and she liked that particular allegation even less. Just because she didn't have what had to be a minor form of Obsessive-Compulsive disorder didn't mean she was unorganized.

"Oh, but you are the most anal retentive person I've ever met."

Her response had been childish at best, but the random statement had thrown her off guard; a guard she rarely let down, even around Seto Kaiba. He seemed to have a sense for the few times she did; every time she really became at-ease with her surroundings, Seto threw something at her to snap her back to reality. Mai had long figured out that those reactions amused him, and started going out of her way to avoid them.

He picked that up too; he was a businessman, and had been trained to read people in the most efficent way possible. Little did he know that she'd had her own share of experience in that department--working as a mock-psychic in a casino had taught her almost all she needed to know; the rest of her people skills were acquired through extravagant parties that she'd attended as a trophy. Secretly annoyed with being the jewel on some practical stranger's arm, she'd usually walk off to find something more entertaining to do.

It'd been at one of those ridiculous parties that she'd first spotted him. Standing by himself, watching the champagne-drinking crowd wearily--he looked like someone who would at least offer her a challenge. The glass of wine he had in his right hand was still full; it looked like he hadn't even taken a sip yet. Smart man, she'd thought.

Months later, she knew she was right.

It had taken quite a bit of work to get close to him; the fact that he wouldn't just throw her down and give in to his hormones made her want him more, and the fact that despite her exterior she had a wit that could match his peaked his interest. It'd taken longer than even she anticipated, but when she finally broke through to him she was in too far to run.

At first it'd scared her, but she adjusted; so did he. Many of his solitary late nights spent working overtime on the computer were rather rudely interrupted by the tall blonde woman sitting on his desk and flat-out refusing to leave until he finally went to bed with her. Attending the occasional charity ball became even more profitable for him with her around; she did most of the boring small-talk, recruited a few new allies for KaibaCorp that hadn't already sided with him out of fear, and managed to fend off Pegasus more than once. While the gray-haired man loved to ask awkward questions about their sex life in front of both of them, Mai would only laugh and come up with a retort Seto himself hadn't even thought of.

The previous assumption that being Seto Kaiba's girlfriend would protect her from his scrutiny was proven wrong rather quickly; one of his favorite things turned out to be picking tiny holes in her obsession for perfection. This just happened to be one of them.

She'd spent over an hour in their room alone, thinking of a way to get the upper hand back--for some reason, her mind was completely blank. Everything she thought of had a potential unfavorable outcome, and she wanted a sure thing. Unfortunately, that was nearly impossible.

Finally heading out, she found him smirking and radiating confidence; he knew he'd won this one. Narrowing her eyes, Mai proceeded into the room only to be met with a gift box--opening it up, she found a rather expensive personal organizer inside, as well as an incredibly nice looking pen.

"You've got a lot of nerve," Mai grumbled. "Complaining to me, then getting me something to rub it in? Asshole."

Laughing faintly, Seto stood from his chair. "Hardly. I'm only trying to remedy the situation."

"...Excuse me?" She asked, crossing her arms and placing the box on his desk. "Explain."

"I intended on it," he replied sharply, walking over to her. "I thought it would be a nice compromise."

Mai's face flattened; it was obvious she was far from impressed. "Oh, really now."

"You get organized, I stop complaining. Everyone's happy, and the lovely fairy tale goes on."

"Are you asking for me to punch you?" She snapped, her face showing a steadily growing anger.

"...Or, you could just throw it at me and pretend this never happened," he responded slyly. "Doing that will only result in me continuing to complain, though. I've put the decision in your hands."

Storming out in aggrivation, Mai returned a few hours--and drinks--later, only to find the office empty. Hoping to go with the second option and forget everything ever happened, she ended up sitting down and examining the unwanted gift he'd bought her. Letting the alcohol talk, Mai took out the pen and scribbled, "SETO KAIBA IS AN ASSHOLE!" on the first page, then ripped it out and stuck it right in the middle of his closed laptop. Laughing immaturely, it wasn't until the next morning that she found out the pen wrote in the same shade of violet as her eyes.