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Chapter 4

Of course Kisara had googled him, but the only things she found out about the older of the two Kaiba brothers were that he was the number two duellist in the whole world and the youngest CEO in history. The photos of him that she had seen on the Internet could not prepare her for the man standing behind her. Even under his thick chestnut hair she could see two piercing blue eyes, confidently staring at her direction. She had a feeling that she shrunk a few inches just from that glare. Plus, he was much taller than she expected and, she had to admit with a blush on her face, much more handsome too.

"Hello, Seto, so you've made it!" replied Mokuba cheerfully.

"Mr. Seto… I mean, Kaiba… Sir! It's an honour," Kisara stammered and extended her hand to greet him, trying to avoid his look.

"Yes," answered Kaiba flatly. "Mokuba, have you shown our guest her room yet?" he asked without moving, his arms folded.

"Seto…" said his brother. "This is Kisara," he added pointedly and nodded to her extended hand.

Kaiba looked at her, still not moving. "I think it's a bit too late for formalities. We're about to become hubby and wifey," he said sarcastically ignoring her hand, so she lowered it slowly. "When you are shown to your room, you'll have half an hour to rest and then you will come and meet me in my office on this floor. Don't be late," was all he said, turned on his heel and left.

"Sorry, he is in a bad mood today… Ok, he is occasionally… Ok, so he is always in a bad mood, but don't worry, it's just his exterior. He is not all that bad once you get to know him."

"Yes, sure…"

"Come on, I'll show you to your room. Then I gotta go and meet Becca, my girlfriend," he added with a smile.

Her room was actually a small apartment and it was much warmer than other parts of the mansion. Blue, beige and white dominated the room, she had her own bathroom and study room with many books, which she was looking forward to reading. But she didn't have much time to look around. She had to prepare for the meeting she had with her future husband.

"Why is this place so huge!", she thought to herself, desperately trying to find Kaiba's home office. Mokuba forgot to tell her where the office was and she couldn't reach him on his phone. Most of the rooms she tried to open were locked or were either guestrooms, closets or rooms with a purpose unknown to her, with many gadgets and computers. Finally, one door opened and with a relief she saw Kaiba at his desk, fervently typing something on his laptop.

"You're late."

"I am so sorry, sir, I had trouble fi..."

"Spare me. Sit down," he rose his head and nodded to the chair in front of him. Kisara obeyed.

He looked at her for a few seconds as if trying to figure out something and then began: "So here's the deal. Whether we like it or not, we're forced to get married. You can thank your idiot uncle for that."

"He is not an idiot." Kisara said a bit crossed, but scared too. Kaiba ignored her.

"After the wedding, someone will come and assess the quality of our married life and make sure we follow the postulates of the agreement. We have to know every single detail about each other, otherwise they will proclaim the marriage invalid, in which case my company is doomed and we don't want that to happen. What I expect from you is a detailed report about your life, likes and dislikes. Similar report will be given to you from me and you have to learn it by heart. In the meantime, you have freedom to do whatever you want, but you must live under this roof and we must go together to every public event that promotes KaibaCorp. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"I do not intend to play the game your uncle and my stepfather prepared for me. I will not interfere into your life, and I expect you won't interfere into mine, unless I require it. Now..." he said coldly looking her straight in the eyes and she started to sweat as if she had been under interrogation and gulped. "What do you know about this nonsense? What are your uncle's motives? What does he have from this marriage?"

"N-nothing, sir," Kisara started defending herself. "I was informed about this several years ago and I really wasn't allowed to have my saying in it. I tried to get answers from my uncle but he wouldn't say a word to me." Kisara bowed her head, looking away from Kaiba's piercing gaze. "Uncle Max did so much for me and if this is the way to repay him so be it."

Kaiba scrutinized her for several seconds, which were a whole eternity for Kisara and she tried to look everywhere around the office except the young CEO's eyes. The he finally spoke: "I hope you're not deluding yourself and thinking that I'll have anything to do with you."

"No!" Kisara said abruptly, blushing. "Of course not, Mr. Kaiba! I...wouldn't dream... I mean, I..."

"This is strictly business. As I said, do what you want as long as you follow the postulates of the agreement."

"Of course, Mr. Kaiba. Is there anything else, sir?"

He looked at her thinking. "Yes. You can lose that 'Mr.' and 'sir' thing. It might be suspicious. You'll call me by my first name."

"All right... Seto," she quickly rose from her seat. "Good day to you then."

The moment he heard her saying his name, for some reason hairs on his neck prickled. He ignored the feeling and pretended to be typing on the laptop. When she closed the door, he relaxed a bit. He felt a bit tense the moment she entered the room, but he did his best to hide it. He didn't have time to think about the girl. The more important issue was Pegasus. Why had he made this agreement with Gozaburo? What did he have in return? And how come Gozaburo had agreed to it? There were many unresolved questions, and Pegasus still hadn't returned any of his calls and e-mails. Actually, he remembered and immediately became more frustrated, he had received an e-mail from Pegasus, which had consisted of various cartoon characters popping on the screen and screaming: "Congratulations!". He shut his laptop, crossed his hands and rested his chin on them. Something didn't add up. If Pegasus really wanted KaibaCorp, he would've make his niece decline marrying Kaiba and that would automatically put his company in Pegasus's clutches. On the other hand, Pegasus knew that Kaiba wouldn't break up the marriage if his company was at stake, so it seemed that Pegasus really wanted his niece to get married to Kaiba.

"But why?" he thought angrily. I was really frustrating not knowing what Pegasus was thinking. It was all messed up, but Kaiba wouldn't let it destroy everything he had accomplished so far. He had a plan. "If Industrial Illusions can overtake KaibaCorp, then the reverse is also possible," he thought. "If that girl is the only heir to Pegasus's company then I can simply claim that company through her," he smirked. "That will teach Pegasus not to mess with Seto Kaiba." But first, he thought and his face suddenly darkened, he had to get married.