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Chapter Two: First Date

"Mr. Kaiba, Yami Mutou is here for your appointment."

"Send him in."

My office door opened and Yami strode in. Today he was wearing khaki slacks with a black collared shirt, and a deep purple tie.

"So nice to see you again, Kaiba," he greeted, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"Let's just get to business," I responded a little impatient.

"A little moody today?" he inquired, opening an envelope and pulling out a tape.

"What is that?"

"A videotape," he remarked.

"I know it's a videotape. What's on it?"

"A few 'auditions' you could say."

Auditions? What the hell is he talking about?

"Do you have something to play this on?" he asked looking around for a TV.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the tape from him. I stuck it in a machine and a big screen lowered from the ceiling.

"Ooh, impressive," he commented, smirking at me.

No one is allowed to smirk at me.

"Stop smirking at me."

"Am I smirking?" he feigned innocence.

Right then I wanted to wrap my hands around his skinny neck and strangle the smart ass out of him. To take my mind of different ways to hurt him, I pressed the play button. A girl with short, brown hair popped onto the screen. She was wearing a white tank top with a short pink skirt. She began to speak.

"Hi, my name is Leiko Maruyama. I am 22 years old. I just graduated from college. In my free time, I enjoy shopping, going to the local pool, and spending time with my friends!"

When she was done, she walked out of the screen while another girl walked in. This girl had long, wavy blonde hair. She was wearing a baby blue tube top with jeans.

"What is this?" I asked Yami who looked very amused.

"Shh . . . Pay attention! She's a good one."

Very annoyed and frustrated, I watched the screen with a grudging scowl.

"Hi, my name is Keiko Tanaka. I am only 20 years old, but I've already graduated from college and earned a Master's Degree in accounting. I enjoy activities like reading novels, cooking, cleaning, and going out to fancy restaurants. So if you ever need your money counted, I'm here!"

This Keiko girl smiled and waved before walking off the screen.

"Wasn't she a good one?" Yami asked his eyes filled with pride. "I picked her myself."

Wait a second . . .

I pushed the pause button. "What do you mean you picked her yourself?"

"Haven't you figured it out?" he questioned with dramatic wide eyes. "This tape has girls that a special team found who would suit your preference. Of course my choices are the best."

"You found these girls after you surveyed me?"

"What can I say? We're on top of things."

"Who's this we?"

"Just me and a few others. Don't feel alarmed. We've been doing this forever."

I stared at him for a few seconds. His violet eyes certainly held trust that was transferred to me. I pushed the play button and the rest of the billion "auditions" played. We ended up picking only five girls. All of them were the ones Yami found, of course. He told me that each girl would be contacted and a date would be set up.

So here I was on a Friday night, meeting with Keiko, my first date. Since she loved fancy restaurants Yami reserved us at Toshi's Sushi.

"Oh, good evening Mr. Kaiba! I am Keiko," she introduced holding out her hand.

"I know who you are," I greeted back a little fiercely, shaking her thin hand.

We both sat down and a waiter asked us what to drink.

"I would like a Cosmopolitan," Keiko ordered.

Typical woman's drink. "I would like a glass of water."

The waiter retreated and I was officially left alone with the blonde. I really did not like this whole dating thing so I nonchalantly scanned the restaurant.

I heard her clear her throat, obviously trying to get my attention. A couple seconds passed before she cleared her throat again, "Ahem."

How annoying could she get?

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"So, what kind of woman are you looking for?" she inquired with a flirtatious smile.

"One who's not so aggravating," I pointedly responded, causing her smile to dissipate.

"U-um . . . I'm an accountant. I have a Master's degree-"

"I know," I interrupted, my like meter rapidly lowering.

"Oh," she frowned looking down, as if trying to search for something else to say.

"Well, I like to read-"

"Cook, clean, and going out to fancy restaurants, which is why we are here right now. But obviously I have made a mistake, so GOODBYE KEIKO."

The waiter finally came with the drinks but I stood up and pulled out 10,000 yen and set it on the table. I strode away without a glance back.

NEXT DAY

"How could you be such an asshole?" Yami questioned with anger and disbelief.

"Well, why can't I just choose some woman I have already dated?" I asked, clearly offended that Yami called me an asshole so easily.

"Do you like any of those women?"

"I don't care if I like them."

"Well then why did you walk out on her?"

I hesitated before continuing, "I just want her to be tolerable."

"I knew you'd change your mind," he stated, shaking his head.

I was silent for a couple seconds. "Why did you have to tape it?" I asked, glaring at the paused screen of Keiko sitting at the table crying, not ready to forfeit this battle.

"So we could REVIEW the date and see if you LIKED her," Yami explained, exasperation in his voice.

"Well now we know I DON'T."

"That's not the point," Yami sighed rubbing his temples. "If we are going to find you a wife, you have to TRY and get along."

"She was too annoying; definitely not my type."

"Fine," Yami said, pulling out his blue folder. "This Saturday night we'll try Miyoko."

"Fine," I shrugged.

"And this time try not to make the girl cry."

"Whatever you say Mr. Match Maker."

Yami furrowed his eyebrows. "Trust me, I will find you the 'Perfect Match'."

I just stared into those mesmeric violet eyes that radiated confidence; confidence that I spitefully admired.

"Saturday at 7," I stated.

A triumphant smirk rose on his round face and he snapped his folder shut.

"7 'o' clock at Rei's," Yami confirmed striding away. When he opened the door he turned to me. "Try, or else."

TBC . . .

Phew, the second chapter is done! I'm updating a lot faster than I thought I would. Anywho, next chapter things get a little more interesting! Please review!