AlexJai: Several of you surprisingly liked Nyoko. Well that was my intention . . . Anywho, I know you want to read so on with the story!

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

PERFECT MATCH

Chapter 6: THE Date?

I followed Yami's idea and called Nyoko the next day. We arranged a date for Thursday.

After work on Thursday, I walked into the living room to find Mokuba chatting with Yami.

"Speak of the devil," Yami smirked at me.

A look of confusion crossed my face as I realized that Yami had actually mocked me.

"The devil doesn't look this good," I smirked back.

A feeling of familiarity and warmth entered me as Yami retorted, "Think what you want."

"Are you bantering with me?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Why of course not. I would never dare banter with the great Seto Kaiba," Yami exaggerated his point by having Mokuba continually bow down to me.

A content smile played across my lips at Yami, who returned it.

It was strange to have Yami back to his usual self. He even helped me pick out my outfit and decided to 'drive' me to the restaurant.

We were both sitting in the back of the limousine when Yami asked me, "You think Nyoko's better than the other women?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "Yeah."

"That's good."

"I guess." I was glad that Yami and I were back to normal speaking terms, but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking of what almost happened in the dressing room.

The limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. Before I opened the door, Yami spoke.

"Just be yourself," he instructed before continuing, "She seems to like the pompous type."

A smile tugged at my lips and I tried to shoot him a glare. I really did miss this side of him.

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In the restaurant, I actually had an engrossing conversation.

"I can't cook at all!" Nyoko exclaimed, giggling. "I try to make eggs and they end up black!"

Yami could undeniably cook.

"I can't cook, either," I notified.

"Well if I remember correctly you had a billion cooks," Nyoko rolled her eyes.

"I'm glad you understand that, because Yami can't," I said, taking a sip from my drink.

"Are you two boyfriends?" Nyoko suddenly asked, causing me to choke on the liquid.

"What!" I asked, appalled.

"Well you keep mentioning him," Nyoko gave me a teasing smile. "Either that, or you two are just really close friends."

Yami and I weren't close friends and we definitely weren't boyfriends. "Actually, he's just my-" I paused for a second realizing I couldn't tell Nyoko he was my matchmaker. So I finished with, "Personal assistant."

It wasn't a complete lie. He picks out my clothes on occasions like these, and even made me breakfast once.

"Personal assistant, huh," Nyoko pondered for a moment. "It's hard to see you with a personal assistant, but, that does make sense."

"Yeah . . ." I replied, thankful that she was convinced.

We finished eating and like arranged, the valet pulled up with a midnight blue Lamborghini.

"A little flashy, isn't it?" Nyoko jabbed, letting herself into the car.

"Well I was going to bring my Lancer, but it wouldn't start."

Nyoko laughed at this and I gave her a roguish smirk before driving away.

The car slowed down in front of an ordinary beige house with white trim. I got out of the car and hurried over to let her out, but she was already standing on the sidewalk.

"I was going to get the door for you," I informed, scowling.

"It's not that hard for me to open a door," she shook her head, walking up the stone path to her front door.

I followed her and we both stopped on the doorstep. A few moments passed.

"You know, you grew up to be handsome," Nyoko softly smiled, shyly looking at her feet.

"Yeah, I know." She playfully slapped me and kindly looked up into my eyes.

"You were always beautiful," I complimented. I held her gaze, and a small thought reminded me of how her eyes were green, not violet.

I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, but met a pair of soft lips.

I pulled away, surprised.

"I'm sorry," she blushed.

"Don't worry." To assure her I leaned in again for another kiss on the lips. She sent me a gratified smile before entering her house.

As I walked away from her house towards my car, all I could think about was how I didn't feel anything at all when I kissed her. Nothing at all.

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When I returned to the mansion, I entered the living room expecting to see Yami and Mokuba reviewing my date. But I was only met with Mokuba playing a video game.

"Where's Yami?" I inquired.

"He didn't watch the date tonight," Mokuba said, focused on the TV. "He said he didn't need to."

A rush of disappointment flowed through me. I told Mokuba goodnight and turned to leave. I heard him call out to me.

"How'd it go?"

"Perfect."

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The next afternoon at work, I had a meeting with Yami to assess the date.

"How was it?" Yami asked, sitting across from me on the chair in front of my desk.

"Could've been better," I responded nonchalantly.

"But was it better than the other dates?" he asked, waiting for a satisfying answer.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"Up for a second one?"

"I don't know . . ." I trailed off. I wasn't exactly sure why I was acting like this. Maybe a part of me didn't want Yami to think I was happy with another person. But that part was still buried in the depths of my unconscious.

"Why not?" Yami asked.

"The whole time, I was just thinking about something else."

"Something else?" Yami furrowed his eyebrows, standing up. "Well was this 'something' more important than your billion dollar fortune?"

I didn't answer this question and Yami threw up his arms in disbelief. "She's your only chance! Out of all the girls you've dated and if you do end up dating more, she'll be the one you 'tolerate' the most."

"I know," I sighed.

"You know?" Yami asked, an infuriated disbelieving look on his face. "If you know then why won't you-"

"Money's not the most important thing," I interrupted. "I would have thought you could understand that best."

Yami narrowed his eyes, and roughly hissed, "I just thought you didn't understand that." He then malevolently flopped onto the chair and crossed his arms, invigorated.

I sat there for a few minutes with his eyes burning two holes in me. Giving in, I rolled my eyes and pulled out my cell phone.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Yami's eyes focused on me as I searched up a number. I held the phone up to my ear and waited.

"Hello, Nyoko. It's me. Are you free tomorrow night?"

TBC . . .

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