I really, really, really, really don't like this piece. at all. I didn't really know what to do with this pairing, so I got... this. well, I kinda gave up at the end, as I'm sure you'll be able to tell, so bear with me...

SHIPPING: SETO X VIVIAN (CHASESHIPPING)

TITLE: SHUT UP AND DUEL

THEME/MUSIC: STALKED/ YOUR LOVE IS MY DRUG- KE$HA

TAGLINE: SOMETHING AKIN TO HORROR HAD SLITHERED UP HIS SPINE.

WORDS: 650

Seto Kaiba was many things. Successful CEO of Kaiba Corp, world-renowned duelist, respected, genius, desirable. He was all this at the ripe age of eighteen, and now, at twenty-one, he had managed to add one more facet to his vast repertoire of traits: stalked.

It was ridiculous, really. He knew that he was attractive- one would surmise so after such repeated exposure to swooning women and love confessions. He also knew that the amount of fan mail he received each day (from men and women alike), despite the common knowledge that he had them all recycled, probably amounted to a small forest. And nobody had to tell him he was one of the most powerful men in the world; he had ensured that himself.

What Kaiba had not foreseen was the sudden surge in the hordes of women flinging themselves at him. "It's because you've just turned twenty-one," Mokuba had informed him nonchalantly. "You can get legally drunk now." Something akin to horror had slithered up his spine.

Now, he gritted his teeth, glancing around the Kaiba Corp employee parking lot. He had already had the security cameras checked twice before entering, but it was never enough to fully unravel his uneasiness. Maintaining a brisk pace, Kaiba strode purposefully toward his sleek car and started it, keeping his movements controlled. Moments later, he was driving smoothly on the highway, the tension in his shoulders gone. Maybe the sudden spike in interest had finally subsided. Maybe they had realized their efforts were in vain-

Something cold pressed into his shoulder blade and Kaiba felt his breath hitch. Or, maybe not.

"Keep driving," a voice hissed in his ear. "I'll tell you where to go."

By the time the speaker had finished talking, Kaiba had deduced that it was a woman, definitely foreign judging by her slight accent, and probably around his age. Whether or not she was holding some weapon against him was debatable, but Kaiba wasn't going to take his chances in such a situation. He glanced at his rearview mirror, but only caught sight of jet-black hair.

Looks like I'll have to check the backseats of my car now. And fire security.

"What do you want?" he asked irritably. There was a pause.

"Don't you recognize me?" the woman demanded. When he didn't respond, she huffed in frustration. "Vivian! Vivian Wong!"

This still didn't jog his memory, and Kaiba scowled. "Sorry to disappoint, but I don't know you," he said. "Now get out of my car."

The cold object pressed harder into his back. "Not until you duel me!"

So it's one of these freaks…

Vivian babbled on; her shrill voice by Kaiba's ear was starting to give him a throbbing headache. Suppressing the urge to reach back and shove her out of the car, he forced himself to keep his voice level and eyes trained on the road. "Have you any idea whatsoever the kind of trouble you're asking for here?" he fairly snarled. "I have no patience for people like you-"

"I've had the patience to wait this long for an opportunity, have one too many foiled attempts, and after my rejection from Yugi I will have my love slave!"

…love slave? And how the hell does Yugi tie into this?

Kaiba turned right suddenly, pulling into a residential area, and parked in front of one of the houses. This had gone on for far too long already. "Out," he commanded in his most menacing voice. "Now."

But the cold object remained pressed against him, suddenly joined by a hand skimming over his shirt. In spite of himself, Kaiba was taken aback as the hand stopped at his collar, fiddling with the buttons. Well. He hadn't seen that coming. A quick glance at his rearview mirror showed amber eyes narrowed in an almost feral grin.

"If you're so against dueling, we could do something else-"

"We'll duel."

mhm, yep. fail, I know. would you review anyway? please?