AlexJai: I know! The last chapter ended on an almost juicy part! Although this chapter has an event that will cause an interruption between Yami and Kaiba! So read and review and tell me what you think about it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh but if I did . . .

ANOTHER DATE

The limo ride to the restaurant was worse than awkward. There weren't any nervous fidgeting or occasional glances at one another; there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. We both sat on our sides of the cabin and stared out the window. Yet although we looked calm and collected on the outside, I knew like me he was raging inside about what almost happened.

Thankfully, the limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. It took me a couple seconds of fooling with the handle before I finally got the door open.

I stepped out and I heard Yami advise me, "Remember everything from today." Undoubtedly, both our thoughts went straight to the almost kiss. "I-I mean . . . just . . . just go."

Definitely obliging, I shut the door and hurried away from the vehicle.

It was a quarter until 7:00, so I decided to wait at our reserved table until she came.

Why did I almost do that back there? And this morning . . . I have serious hormonal issues.

A hostess approached me and informed that a young female was here for me. I stood up and followed the lady back to the front.

A young woman with shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes stood there. She was wearing a black dress that went to her knees.

When she spotted me a wide smile spread across her face and she held out her hand for shaking. "Hi, I'm Hisa Oshiro."

I feigned kindness and greeted back, "I'm Seto Kaiba." Then I bent down and took her outstretched hand, planting a kiss upon it. I heard a giggle erupt from her and I almost wanted to leave right then. Don't tell me this was going to be another annoying woman.

When I straightened back up, I did what I was supposed to and led her back to our table. I even held out the chair for her.

The whole time I just focused on her, pretending to listen to every word she said. Of course my mind was on other, more important matters.

Throughout the whole dinner, I would randomly tune back in just to give her a compliment so she would assume I was listening.

"And they didn't let me into the club because they said I wasn't pretty enough. It was probably because I wasn't dressed skimpy though."

At this time, I chimed in; "Well you're beautiful to me."

Hisa immediately giggled. I almost raised my lip in disgust at the idea I was actually acting like this.

After what seemed too long, we finished eating and I led her outside. As arranged, the valet pulled up with my charcoal black Ferrari. I kindly helped Hisa into the car and then got into the driver's seat.

"Nice ride," Hisa commented, caressing the black leather seat.

"You should see my other cars," I smirked, turning the car on and shifting it into gear.

We arrived in front of a reasonably sized house and I got out of the car, going onto the other side to let Hisa out. I followed her up the path to her porch and waited as she got out her key. She unlocked her door, but before she opened it she turned to me.

"I had a great time tonight."

I nodded my head in agreement and remembered what Yami had said about the kiss on the cheek. Really not wanting to, but deciding I needed to make sort of an effort, I bent down and barely graced my lips on her cheek.

When I pulled away, her whole face was flushed and her eyes were unfocused.

"Have a nice night," I called, leaving her standing on her porch, dazed.

KAIBA MANSION

Back at my mansion, I went directly to the living room. As expected, I saw Yami and Mokuba sitting on the couch, reviewing my date.

"Seto!" Mokuba greeted with a huge grin. "Aren't you so suave."

"Only because I had to be," I explained, shooting Yami a discontented look.

"Keep it up," Yami ordered dispassionately, not looking at me. He switched the television off and gathered all his papers, neatly placing them into his folder.

I finally do a good job on a date and all he says is 'Keep it up'? Well I wasn't going to let this slide.

"That's all? Keep it up?" I asked, narrowing my eyebrows.

Yami promptly looked over at me, his face unusually blank. "Yes, that's all."

The tone in his voice implied that I shouldn't say anything else but I certainly wouldn't listen to it. "I thought you'd be pleased that I was finally making an effort."

With that annoying, same blank stare, Yami responded, "I am pleased."

Completely irritated, I tried to provoke a solicitous response. "I didn't like her."

"I know."

Disbelief flooded throughout me. Why was he acting so different? His words weren't the usual sarcastic, challenging ones. They were almost . . . compliant. They left no room for me to . . . retaliate.

Nothing else was said between us. Yami simply said goodbye to my brother and brushed past me. I listened as the front door opened and closed.

5555555555555555555

Not only did Yami act strangely that night; he acted that way for the whole week. His behavior was indifferent towards me - businesslike. I thought I'd be used to the heartless ways of the corporate world, but it was Yami. He never acted this way before.

The detachment between us didn't help my straying thoughts. At night and even throughout the day, I continually contemplated about what we almost did in the dressing room.

It was currently Saturday and Yami and I had a lunch meeting to discuss possible options for finding a wife.

I arrived a half an hour early and decided to find a table for us to sit at. I opened my briefcase and began to scan some statistics.

Suddenly a voice penetrated my figuring. "Seto?"

When I looked up, I saw an attractive woman standing before my table. She had long brown hair and zealous olive eyes.

Since I didn't recognize her, I merely deduced she was an admirer of the famous CEO. So I tried tactic one to dispose of her. "I'm not Seto."

The woman arched an eyebrow. "Don't lie to me after we haven't seen each other for years."

A quizzical expression flashed across my face before I inferred she was crazy.

When the woman saw I still had no sign of acknowledgement, she became affronted. "It's me! Nyoko!"

Realization dawned upon me and I instantly stood up. "You look so different," I noted before taking her hand and kissing it.

"Is that a good thing?" she questioned, still offended.

"Of course," I answered.

Nyoko then grinned and remarked back, "Well, you look the same."

A rare small smile came onto my face and I offered, "Please join me for a cup of coffee."

Nyoko obliged and sat down on the chair across from mine.

We began to divulge on what we had been up to for the past years.

"And then my mother ended up remarrying for the fourth time. I swear she changed men like her outfits," Nyoko stated, laughing. "Now she's dating some guy she met in the hair salon. I swear he's gay though."

When she mentioned this, my mind adverted to Yami for a split second.

"So I'm assuming she's doing fine then," I said with sarcasm.

Nyoko just shook her head in amusement. "You're definitely still the same."

"How long has it been?" I asked, calculating the number of years.

"Well, I last saw you when I was thirteen . . . so nine years? Almost ten?"

"I'm glad you're alright, though," I genuinely spoke, gazing into her deep, sage eyes. She stared back, appreciatively.

From the corner of my eye I saw the café door open and I shifted my attention. In came Yami with a searching look on his face.

"Yami!" I called. He spotted me and marched over. As he came closer, he noticed Nyoko across from me, and a strange look shortly glinted in his eyes.

I quickly stood up to greet Yami and then introduced the two. "Yami this is Nyoko Takeo. Nyoko this is Yami Mutou." Nyoko stood up and genially shook Yami's hand.

"Did you two just meet?" Yami inquired, the same look from earlier flashing across his eyes as he stared at Nyoko.

"No," I defined. "We were friends from childhood. Her mother was a maid at the mansion."

Yami analyzed Nyoko for a few seconds without saying anything else.

"Uh, I should go," Nyoko announced, leaving three dollars on the table for her coffee. Before she turned to leave I remembered that we hadn't exchanged numbers at all.

"Wait. How am I supposed to call you?"

"Oh, uh . . ." Nyoko reached in her purse and pulled out her cell phone. I took out mine.

While we were entering one another's contact information, Yami had that calculating scrutiny set on Nyoko.

"Call me!" Nyoko shouted, waving to me as she was leaving. "It was nice to meet you, Yami!"

Once Nyoko was gone, Yami turned that calculating gaze onto me. We both sat down.

Neither of us said anything, tension floating between us. We only talked three times this week, including the brief phone call to arrange this meeting.

Finally Yami sliced through the tension. "She's nice."

"Yeah."

"And pretty."

"Yeah."

"Smart I'm sure."

"Yeah."

"And she doesn't get on your nerves?"

"Nope."

Yami sighed in relief. "Then I guess she's the one."

I cast an inquiring look at him. "To marry?"

"Yeah. She's perfect for you it seems," Yami declared.

I thought for a split second about last weekend's 'almost' occurrence. "But-"

"But nothing. Call her and schedule a date."

I surveyed Yami who ended up displaying a warm smile to me.

Little did I know that it was fake.

TBC . . .

Uh oh! A female original character was inserted just to add more drama. I hope you liked this chapter! Review so I know that you actually like it and I'm not wasting my time writing it. But like I'm wasting my time supporting Yami and Kaiba! Until next time . . .