"So will you do it? Will you agree to this temporary marriage?"
He saw her waiting for his response and he turned away. This was crazy. He and Mai? There could be no two people more wrong for each other. Maybe that was why it would make it so right. They didn't have to worry about love being involved.
"What are you waiting for Kaiba? Unless you prefer one of Yugi's friends," she sneered.
He frowned. Having Mai as a choice was odd enough, but Yugi's gang? Tea was pretty, but her friendship speeches would drive him up the wall. Serenity, besides being too young, was rather weak. He heard about how when she was dueling with Tristan and Duke, she couldn't keep from crying. Who cries in a duel anyways? Hesitatingly he replied, "Fine. Come to my house tomorrow at 9 am and don't be late." And with that he got up from the bench and walked away with Mokuba by his side.
It was 9 a.m. and Mai found herself in front of Seto's mansion. After ringing the doorbell, she waited patiently for the door to open. She didn't have to wait for long as seconds later, a woman wearing a maid's outfit appeared. "You must be Mai. Mr.Kaiba's waiting for you. He told me to inform you to go upstairs. His room is the first one on the right."
Nodding, she walked slowly upstairs, each step seeming like an eternity. 'Boy, how long are these set of stairs? I feel like I'm walking miles here.' Finally she reached the hallway. 'First room on the right,' she repeated to herself. She came to a door with a label marked Seto Kaiba on it. She raised her hand to knock on the door.
"Come in," said a gruff voice.
Opening the door, she stepped inside and saw Kaiba sitting on a large chair, tapping away on his laptop. "Kaiba?" she asked.
"Sit down," he commanded, not looking away from the screen in front of him.
She frowned and felt anger boil inside of her. No one told Mai Valentine what to do! She placed her hands on her hips. "Look Kaiba, you can't tell me—"
"Fine," he said simply. "You can find someone else."
Biting her lip, she reluctantly walked over to the chair on the other side of his desk and sat down. "So why did you call me over here for?" she asked quietly.
"Well if we're going to be married then there must be some rules," he declared emotionlessly.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What sort of rules?" she inquired slowly.
He threw a thick packet at her that he obviously typed up himself. "You did this in one night?" she asked, amazed.
Smirking, he replied, "Yes, some of us can actually write."
Glaring at him, she returned her attention to the packet. Just from scanning the pages, she could feel herself getting a headache. There must be at least 1000 rules on here!
Smiling coyly at her discomfort he said, "Don't bother reading all those. I know you can't. Basically the important rules to remember are: One, you can't tell anyone about this, not even those friends of yours. Our ceremony will be done quickly and in private. Only god and the priest will be our witnesses. Two, you will sign a prenup so when the divorce comes, you won't clean me out. Three, you will work at Kaiba Corp. as my secretary—"
"I won't be your secretary!" she cried indignantly.
He smirked. "You don't think you'll be married to me and get a free ride, do you? You'll be staying at my house and eating my food that I work hard for."
She hadn't thought about the fact that she might have to live with him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…But 26,000,000 yen was a lot of money. Oh, man it was one of those moral dilemmasthat she usually saw on TV shows. Money or dignity…it was so hard but should be so easy. The right thing would have been to walk away, to never even come here in the first place. But nevertheless, here she was. "Fine," she muttered.
Smirking with satisfaction, he continued. "And the most important rule is the last one."
She turned to the last page, and scanned her eyes to the bottom of the paper. "Rule 1000: Don't fall in love." She looked up at him. "Well, that should be easy."
Nodding, he said, "Good, now that we have that covered, all you have to do is sign on the dotted line." He handed her a black pen.
Quickly scribbling her signature, she handed the packet and pen back to him. "So when's the ceremony?" she asked unenthusiastically.
"Well we have free time. How about right now?"
Her eyes widened. "Right now?"
He glared at her. "Something wrong?"
"No, it's just that, it's so sudden," she responded.
He gritted his teeth. "Well, I only have two weeks, so that doesn't leave much time does it?"
"Fine, let's get this over with."