Author's Note: I know this is neither Saturday nor Sunday.
One big Sorry for the lack of updates, but I just couldn't find the right words for the upcoming chapter and after I missed a few Friday- updates due to spending two weeks sick in bed and Easter (belated happy easter by the way) I thought: what difference does one week make? and so on...
Well I'm really sorry and I hope it won't happen again (can't promise anything though, hehe)

This is a short intermission I had planned for March (and something to make up for me completely forgetting about Valentine's Day)
Next regular update planned for Friday

Amelda was working through his mail, which surprisingly outmatched Kaiba's today.
Height-wise that was.
Amelda glanced at the instable tower of envelopes and cards towering on his desk.

"Perhaps due to the years spent in Belgium I am unaccustomed to certain traditions."
Alas, it provoked no reaction.
Amelda opened a letter at random and skimmed through the…invitation to dinner, apparently.
At some pretty posh place too.
He checked the sender again.
Well, he did know him.
Possibly.
Perhaps.
Well, it was really hard to keep track of all his male colleagues.
Well, they did all kinda look the same in their boring suits, with their boring haircuts.
Funnily enough Amelda didn't have such a hard time remembering his female colleagues.
Though sometimes it had been something other than their facial features that was their most striking asset and oh God he could feel the blush rising again.

Still, this individual hadn't had any particularly memorable impact, neither had the majority of senders Amelda had worked through during his lunch break.
And certain patterns were forming.
The approach had been different, their request had been the same: dinner with Hanako.
Which puzzled Amelda.

"I thought Valentine's Day was celebrated on February the fourteenth, not March."
Amelda had been well aware of the ambiguous glance Kaiba had cast at her mail.

"It is," he stated, his eyes resting on the papers in front of him, "Well at least by those gullible enough to submit to some made-up holiday merely invented for the benefit of florists, bakeries, wineries, and confectioneries."

Amelda leaved through the mail again, completely at a loss.
Why was it then that so many male colleagues had taken a sudden interest in Hanako?
Though strictly speaking there had been one strange exception.
If he hadn't been mistaken one invitation had come from Kaede, though it seemed the invitation to dinner included the soon to be husband as well.
Which sounded like one hell of a strange suggestion.

Amelda was at his wit's end.
"And this being…?"
He held up a bunch of letters.

"Not a holiday as such. No. More of a mockery."
Kaiba appeared to be proofreading what he had been until now frantically typing.
"Celebrating masculinity with raw meat and oral delight, or 'steak and blowjob day' as it is more commonly referred to."

The room was unnaturally silent as Amelda froze in shock.
Just when he had thought nothing could surprise him anymore…

Then Amelda had laughed one of his fake girlish laughs, had feigned feeling honored by this many invitations and had sent the letters and cards to their shreddery death acting as if nothing had happened.

And no one was to find out about it ever.
Especially not Rafael or Valon!