A/N: I don't own Yugioh! AND I also don't own any news company, as you will soon know why. MWAHAHAHA!

Special thanks to a reviewer for telling me to make this a romance/humor fic! I'm sooo sorry that I can't remember that person's name! Sorry, sorry, sorry! (scolds herself for having a short-term memory^_^)

Oh yeah, the weather's suppose to be warm, which is why Seto is wearing a t- shirt instead of his trench coat. You'll find out soon enough!^_^

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1 Girl Days

Mrs.Kaiba?!

Yami paced anxiously around the majestic park fountain towering over her. It was four p.m. and Seto was unseen. Chewing a delicate nail nervously, the multicolored hair girl scrutinized her surrounding. People lay scattered about the local recreation center; children's joyous laughing, the birds and their airborne homes, the love between couples.

"Why isn't he here yet?" Yami though aloud, then realized that her nail was between her two incisors in a tenacious bit. Silently, she berated herself for learning such a habit and folded her arms across her chest to prevent farther occurrence.

"Waiting long?"

Yami tensed as a malicious voice droned into her ear. Without doubt, she knew it was Seto. That coldness of his always intrigued her.

"It's about time you got here!" she snapped. "I was willing to think you were backing out."

"My presence state otherwise," Seto replied.

Yami watched as the CEO prepared the chess board on a granite table. She couldn't help noticing his sinewy built his tight sleeveless t-shirt revealed.

"Let's start," Seto stated, gesturing for Yami to take the seat across from him. "Your move."

The game went on for several hours, for neither players were willing to admit defeat. Unaware to the two nemeses, a navy-haired boy in a striped shirt was observing them quite closely.

'That lady's pretty good,' the anonymous figure thought. 'No one's ever lasted that long against big brother before. All the more reason why…' The mystery child grinned slyly as he formed his plan into action.

"Game over. You lose." Yami smirked triumphantly as he collected the chess pieces. Once again, she had defeated her adversary, her immense assault taking direct hit toward his pride.

"How…?" Seto's voice trailed off, unable to accept the inevitable.

"Face it, Seto. I'm the king of games; I'm destined to win EVERY game."

Seto sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair. "Just you wait, Yami. I'll force you on your knees yet."

Though his voice was aloof, Yami perspicacity told her that it was Seto's way of expressing his tolerance towards others.

'That's strange.' The thought of such tolerance amused Yami. For all she knew, Seto NEVER had the patience for others. 'C-could he feel the same way that I feel about him?'

The notion sent a tint of red blossoming on Yami's cheeks, and she turned away from Seto's gaze.

"Is…something wrong?" Seto asked, a hint of concern just barely visible.

"N-nothing. But I was just wondering," Yami arched a perfect brow, "How come you're not crying in defeat by now?"

"What do you mean?" Seto glared, feeling his temper rising. "I don't cry."

"Yeah, right." Yami flashed her trademark smirk.

Now it was Seto's turn to blush. "Whatever."

Suddenly, several reporters popped out from the bushes with microphones and cameras.

"Hi!" A woman in a shocking pink suite cried out, plugging the mike into Seto's face. "I'm from ABC News, and I was just notified that the CEO of Kaiba Corp, meaning you, have found a soul companion. Can you please introduce her? It was heard that she's the only dualist who's ever defeated you in Dual Monsters."

"Wha---?" Seto didn't have time to react, for he was interrupted with yet another round of interrogation.

"Is it true that you would swallow your life and pride for her?" A man in a brown uniform with the logo CNN Headline News asked, motioning for the cameraman to zoom in on Seto.

"Hey! Is that his girlfriend right there?" A voice cried out, pointing are Yami, who was staring blankly at the unexpectedly crowd.

Seto silently reminded himself to kill whoever just said that, because the entire flock of reporters and curious spectators rushed to Yami in a wild stampede.

"Excuse me, miss, how does it feel to be the girlfriend of a multi- billionaire?"

"Does Mr. Seto Kaiba treat you well?"

"Do you have a wedding planned? If so, when? Where? Who's invited? Can I come?"

Yami felt herself mentally sway from the plague of annoying questionnaire. She groped for the table to steady her balance, but still the images of inquisitive reporters reeled persistently before her eyes.

Seto saw that Yami was on the verge of falling, so, without thinking, he swept her up and carried her new-bride's style out of the feral scene.

"What in the---?"

Yami didn't have time to ask, for Seto ran like his life depended on it. The mad horde of reporters made an attempt to pursue them. Soon, half the townspeople joined the chase, eager to find out what the commotion was about.

Seto made a sharp turn on into an alley and pushed Yami and himself behind a dumpster. The mob ran past, shouting out incoherent words like 'Seto Kaiba!' and 'That hot girl in leather'.

Seto waited a few minutes until he was sure the cast was clear. "Are you OK?" he asked Yami.

"Yeah." Yami nodded. "Except for the part where I was claimed to be your GIRLFRIEND."

Both Yami and Seto blushed at the remark and turned their heads so that they weren't faced each other.

"Um…thanks," Yami finally broke the uncomfortable tension in the malodorous atmosphere.

"For what?" Seto rotated his head so that he was looking into Yami's eyes.

"Thanks for getting me out of that lunacy."

"Y-Your welcome."

Yami's head snapped up and stared at Seto. Did the proud CEO actually stutter?

"Yami," Seto began, inhaling deeply. "I have a confession to make."

"What's that?"

"I lo---"

Suddenly, a raindrop fell onto his nose. Seto frowned. "It's raining?"

Yami, slightly disappointed at the interruption, stood up. "Guess I'd better go."

Both dualists nodded their silent goodbyes. For a spectator, it might seem that they were two strangers who happened to bump into each other, but for Yami and Seto, that goodbye meant more than words could tell.

Later that night, while Yami was inventing new strategies for Dual Monsters, she accidentally glanced at the calendar.

"What's this?" Curious, the game master flipped through the time apparatus and gasped.

Without warning, the serious and demure Yami that we all know and love sauntered five feet into the air amid joyous cheers.

"Wahoo! I'm free of this curse! Tomorrow, the king of games will rise again!"

Sunlight entered the translucent glass of the Kaiba mansion. The aroma of rain lingered in the partially cloudy skies. Seto Kaiba was seated at the breakfast table having his daily morning coffee when a certain news clipping caught his eye. In large, block letters were the words: The Future Mrs. Kaiba

Seto nearly choked on the dark, brown brew and quickly scanned the article. He found that someone, who went by the identity of being anonymous, had LIED about him proposing to a leather bound girl. An enlarged image of Seto and Yami was attached onto the front page, hands entwined with a bouquet of white roses.

"Aaaahhhh!" Seto's scream of surprise could be heard throughout every nook on the mansion. Truthfully, he was slightly content of being identified as Yami's lover, but his pride won't let his show it.

Behind an abandoned factory out on the suburbs, Mokuba stood with a lady in a shocking pink suite and a man in a brown uniform.

"Here's my part of the deal." Mokuba thrusted a leather case into the man's outreached hands. The expensive skin revealed bundles of green paper, glittering in the sun. "One million dollars, in cold cash. It was smart of you two to spread the rumor about Seto and the lady to every news company on Earth."

"Anything to serve you, Mr.Kaiba." The lady in pink smiled greedily, hungry eyes eyeing the money.

Mokuba snickered, then returned to the limo.

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YK: I think this is better then the preceding chapter, ne?

Kero: I think Mokuba just wasted a million dollars

YK: Not to worry. Seto's a BILLIONARE.

Kero: YK's working on the next chapter. It's suppose to be hilarious

YK: Yami won't be happy about what I'm gonna write.

Yami: What are you gonna do? Torture me?

YK: At least Seto will be happy

Yami: But what about me?!

YK: Er…anyway, R&R please!