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THE PERFECT MATCH

Chapter 8: The Fight

Everyone had been busy preparing for the wedding. Yami was always meeting the wedding planner. Nyoko was searching for a dress. I had to work.

"Mr. Kaiba," called my secretary through the intercom.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Mutou is here to see you."

"Let him in."

The door opened and in stepped Yami, holding a rather full binder.

"I came here to show you the finished details for the wedding."

Yami sat on a couch in the living area, where we had our first conversation. I left my desk and joined him on the couch across from him. He set the binder down and opened it.

On the first page, there was a picture of a building. "I talked to Nyoko and she wanted to have a quiet wedding. So we picked an old manor out in the country. It's a beautiful place with a spacious backyard where the wedding will take place. No one lives in it so it was easy to rent it out for the day."

Yami flipped the page. Different pallets of colors were displayed. "To go along with the quiet location, pallid colors were picked. Of course Nyoko's dress will be white, but the Maid of Honor and the Bridesmaids will be in lavender. The tablecloths and seat covers are a matching embroidered pale yellow."

Another page was flipped. "The flowers will match the color of the dresses. So we are going to have lavender and white orchids as centerpieces to each table. Also as a centerpiece w-"

"I'm sure whatever you picked will be perfect. I mean, I'm getting married because of you," I interrupted, not interested in what the wedding will look like.

"But you found her on your own," Yami reminded, a little bitter.

"It's been a while since we've had any sort of conversation, and I don't want it to be on what colors the flowers will be at the wedding," I replied, adding, "Besides, this might be one of our last times to talk."

A strange look was plastered on Yami's face. He looked resentful. "Well I'm sorry if you want more. I'm just a matchmaker. Once I make sure your marriage carries through, I'll be working for someone else."

These words for some reason stung me. "Why wait until I get married?" I raised my voice impetuously. "Why don't you leave right now!"

Yami's expression faltered for a second, but then his eyes soon narrowed. "Fine!" Yami yelled, absolutely infuriated. He slammed the binder shut and briskly stood up. "You

don't appreciate anything!"

"Certainly nothing from you," I coldly bit back.

It was almost as if a fire fumed in Yami's now stormy eyes.

I had never seen him this enraged before. Probably because the other times he wasn't truly angry.

I watched him stomp over to the door. He opened the door with force, and sharply hissed, "And don't try to get me back."

"I won't," I answered stiffly.

Yami's eyes softened for an instant, but quickly flared back up.

The door slammed with an infiltrating echo. It seemed to have shut between Yami and I, forever.

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I went home that day still furious. I couldn't believe Yami could be so . . . so . . . Yami!

"What's wrong brother?" Mokuba asked, with a worried expression.

"Nothing!" I harshly snapped, but immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry . . . I just need to be alone right now."

I went to my room, and did the thing I always did when in a bad mood. I worked.

I rapidly began to type on the keyboard as if taking all my frustrations out on it.

It was thirteen days until my marriage and fourteen until my birthday. But the thought of getting married and keeping my company didn't satisfy me enough to erase the lamentable confrontation between Yami and I. Confrontation . . . more like a fight.

Although I hated feeling vulnerable and rarely ever felt it, his words just . . . hurt me. I don't why I care so much about the possibility of not talking to him again. Like he said . . .he is just matchmaker I had hired. Yet now that everything was a success, his job was done – his time was up with me.

A soft knock sounded on my bedroom door.

"Come in." I thought it was Mokuba, but saw that it was Nyoko.

"Hi . . . how are you," she greeted with a concerned look.

I didn't want to tell her what happened between Yami and I. "Stressed. So much to do in so little time."

"Yeah. Yami came by my apartment today. He showed me all the wedding plans. Everything's so beautiful." She bent over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "I also think I found the perfect dress." I felt her lips delightedly kiss my cheek.

Perfect. I hated that word now. Nothing was perfect.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked again.

"Yeah," I reassured.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Yet even as I said that, my mind thought of Yami.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Yeah, Yeah. I had to have a fight in there! But this is not the chapter that leads to the beginning . . . Sorry this chapter was so short! The next one will be well worth the make up! Anywho . . . as always . . . REVIEW!