A/N: Ok, ok, I don't own YUGIOH! although I wish I did. Thank you for the reviews! Also, I got the name 'Cami' from another fanfic, so the credit goes to that authoress. (I'm such an airhead; can't remember her name or fic title, but I do know it's about a girl named Cami and how she met Yami in her past life…you can read her fic at www24.brinkster.com/kyokougeemu)

Girl Days



Seto waited impatiently for the arrival for his 'date'.

"Where is he?" he thought as he glanced at his watch for the tenth time.

The guests have all assembled into the dining room and dinner was at the point of inaugurating.

At last, the double glass doors of KaibaCorp slid open to reveal a multicolor-haired girl in tight, black leather. Kaiba gawked at the sight for a split second, then regained his composure and went to greet Yami.

"Welcome," Seto murmured, barely audible, as he kissed Yami's hand lightly.

"Uh…thanks," Yami replied and quickly retreated her hand.

Seto chortled at Yami's faint blush and led her to the dining table. 'As planned, I'm embarrassing him already.' He thought devilishly. 'Let's try this.'

"Attention everyone!" Seto stood up at the anterior of the long table and clapped his hand for silence. "I'd like to welcome you all to KaibaCorps' 5th anniversary. We have worked diligently to achieve this level of success, and I hope to sustain this attainment. Also," gesturing towards Yami, Seto grinned, "I'd like to welcome my 'date' Y---er…Cami, who has been so fortunate to attend this jubilation."

Polite clapping and immense drooling ensued. Yami turned bright red and ducked her head, but not before glaring at Seto menacingly.

'What's Kaiba up to?' the young girl thought, giving the CEO a suspicious glance. 'I'd better keep my guard up.'

Yami was inevitably seated beside Seto at the long, oak table covered with white satin with gold filaments. Pink cherry blossoms besieged the candlesticks that were set three feet apart from each other on brass holders. A man in a white shirt and black pants, obviously a servant, stood beside Seto's chair, ready to attend his master's needs.

Dinner consisted of roast lamb steak with Estragon sauce, cognac, cherry wine, salade nicoise (a kind of French salad), fresh fruit, and filet de barbue aux papayes (again, French meal).

Yami stared at her plate whilst everyone else eagerly dug into the gourmet feast.

"What's wrong Yami?" Seto asked sarcastically. "Does this food not meet your expectations?"

"No," Yami growled. "I just don't eat."

Seto sweat dropped, then demolished his helping as well as Yami's.

After the feast, mellifluous music flooded throughout the grand ballroom. Mokuba, who was suppose to be doing his homework, crept discreetly up to the dancing floor just in time to witness his brother asking Yami to dance.

'Who's that pretty lady?' he thought silently. 'Big brother must like her. He's never asked anyone to dance before.' Giggling, the young Kaiba retrieved a video camera from mid-air and started taping Seto's love life.

Meanwhile, Seto took Yami's hand whilst asking politely, with a hint of sarcasm, "Do I have the honor of dancing with this lovely maiden?"

"Buzz off, Kaiba!" Yami shook her free and stared at Seto straight in the eye.

Seto stared back, and noticed that although Yami's physical appearance may have changed, he still had that same passion and fire burning in his crimson eyes…so mysterious yet alluring…and the same confidant composure that Seto admired so. 'Could I be in…No!' Seto berated himself harshly. 'Yami's a male, this is just his…alternative body. He'll change back to the stubborn fool he is in a week.'

"You're turning down a dance with a multi-billionaire?" Seto pretended to be hurt.

"Your point?"

"Bet you don't know how to waltz, which is why you're declining my offer. Afraid?" Seto smirked.

"What?!" Yami exclaimed, furious at the insult. "I can be a better dancer than you any day."

"Then prove it to me." Seto grabbed Yami around the waist and placed her hand on his shoulders.

Yami gasped in surprise, then quickly recovered and glared at the CEO with her fiery eyes.

The two waltzed across the dance floor, although for Yami, it was a bit hard to do in a miniskirt.

'Why do I feel so warm and secure when I'm around Kaiba?' Yami puzzled over this, confusion masking her crimson eyes. 'He's my archenemy, yet my heart quickens in his presence. How strange…'

After 3 LONG dances in a row, the 'couple' finally rested and sat in the empty chairs by the west wall. Silence reigned between them, for no one wanted to talk, especially not to each other.

"You…want a drink?" Seto asked without looking Yami, tired at the tension congealing the air around them.

"Sure," Yami murmured, still thinking about the wild enigma challenged by her heart. One that even has her, the 'queen' of games, puzzled.

"What do you want?"

"Anything's fine…"

Seto strolled over to the refreshment table and poured two cups of cherry wine from the bottle. On his way back, he say two of his employees towering over Yami.

'What the…' A mixture of emotions rose to the surface, but the most perceptible one was…jealousy? Seto shook his head to discard the thought and watched the scene in front of him.

"Hey, cutie." One of the worked asked, on the verge of being drunk. "Wanna dance?"

"No thanks." Yami took a step back to distance herself from the pungent odor of beer.

"C'mon. Don't be shy." The other man grabbed Yami's arm, trying to pull her onto the dance floor.

"Let go, NOW!" Yami snapped, and twisted her attacker's arm back painfully. "Do that again and you'll be feeling more than just pain," she warned, sennen eye glowing.

The two drunks beleaguered away into the swarm of dancer, awarding Yami with peace. That was soon decimated when Seto arrived, who handed her her drink.

Yami mutually nodded her head in thanks.

"What did they want?" Seto inquired after a few moment, reminding himself to fire those two.

"That is none of your concern!" Yami snapped. "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Just curious." Seto shrugged, then took a sip of his wine. "I'm going to get some fresh air," he said. "Coming?"

Yami reluctantly followed, not wanting to be confronted by any more alcoholics.

The two teens strolled through the cool, summer night. The sky arched over them with its celestial bodies twinkling in the midnight blue. A refreshing breeze blew through the air, gliding over the lush, green grass.

Yami inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of freedom and nature.

"I'd better take you home now." Seto's voice shattered the tranquil moment.

"Yeah."

When Seto's limousine pulled to a stop at the game shop, Yami's hands flew to the door handles in an attempt to get out. But before she did, Sugoroku words came to haunt her. 'Remember…the kiss…'

Yami paused momentarily, then retreated back into the car and gave Seto a quick peck on the cheek. Then she bolted out of the scene in a flash of light.

'Why did she do that for?' Seto wonder as he unconsciously put his hand over his cheek. Then he realized his use of pronoun for her and smacked himself in the head. "I'm falling for Yami!"



YK: So what'd you think?

Yami: Why did you call me a stubborn fool?

YK: Sorry! I was trying to sound like Seto. Cake?

Yami: ^_^

Kero: CAKE!!!

YK: Eep! (gets cake all over her face) KERO!

Yami: Since YK's busy, I'll say it. R&R please!