Author's Note: This chapter is based on the prompt "Save the Last Dance For Me" but could also satisfy the "Modern Times" or "I Need a Hero" prompts too. I hope you all like it.

The room floundered past her again in a blur of colours and gowns. The tune was pleasant – a little more up-tempo than a waltz. And it would have been the perfect melody to interject a nice jive step. But no, concrete-for-legs was dragging her from one end of the polished floor to the other. Even the supposed twirls were uncomfortable; the little tubby man could barely reach above her head and snapped her back towards him. He was probably afraid she would make a run from him if she got an arm's length away.

The irony was that she was seriously considering the break for freedom.

But alas, that would be crass and they needed this fat little stock-holder on their side if their new venture in Japan was to truly take roots. She was no fool and knew they needed as many allies as possible in this new market zone.

Oooops, ducking beneath the short man's arm again, Kisara flashed what she hoped passed for an amused smile. Hiding a grimace as the idiot's watch caught on a pin in her hair, she ducked lower and tried her hardest to feign enjoyment instead of contempt.

This was all her sister's fault. Giving the room a quick scout, she tried to find any sign of her big sis amongst the bustling corporate bodies. Knowing her, she was probably chatting up some journalist or inside-trader to get information from. Then again, Duke Devlin had been spotted on the red carpet outside the glamorous function and her sister had always swooned for the creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters despite her status as married.

Oww! Another toe stomped on. Scraping together the very last of her patience, she smiled and offered a small laugh to the man – he was so lucky he worked for KaibaCorp. Domino City was the city that either made or broke gaming companies in lightning-fast time. And KaibaCorp was the biggest shark in those convoluted waters. No one opposed it and no one made it in the flooded gaming market without some nod from the industry's front-runner.

In the short year since their father's death, she and her sister had already hammered out deals with Sony, Industrial Illusions and Nintendo, but the biggest battle of all was about to begin; they had to somehow get KaibaCorp on-board with their smaller company and partner in the creation of a new hybrid game; KaibaCorp's unbeatable software and the already-patented plot for a video game based on Duel Monsters. Pegasus was backing their Egyptian-based plot and had helped streamline the game ... they just needed to get a meeting with the Kaibas.

The only problem was KaibaCorp itself. The company had a long waiting list already implemented for people wanting to gain the backing of the Kaiba brothers. A waiting list that ran somewhere between two and three years ... but their production window was slated to begin in six months.

So this fat little fool could be their ticket into the protected folds of KaibaCorp.

Pulling her toe out of the way this time, Kisara heaved a heavy sigh; was it really worth all this pain? What she wouldn't give for some other man to appear and cut in on this obscenely poor excuse of a dance. Surrendering to another ducking twirl, she caught sight of her sister by the bar – the blonde in fits of giggles as she watched the pitiful scene. Her brother-in-law hovered close by and it was all Kisara could do but send out a silent plea with her eyes for help; she needed a hero.

But then she saw who her sister's husband was speaking with and immediately lost interest in her cumbersome dance partner. He was tall and had grown a lot like his famous brother, but there was no mistaking the face of KaibaCorp's media team; Mokuba Kaiba. If they could get the younger brother on their side, then surely that helped their odds of jumping up the waiting list and getting a meeting with KaibaCorp's CEO before their production window arrived.

Feeling a foot on her dress for the umpteenth time that evening, Kisara tried to formulate some excuse to escape this prancing nutcase; they didn't need a lowly stock-holder if Mokuba Kaiba was now part of the mix. It was just a pity the little man was oblivious to her plans and tried to force her into another mismatched twirl – surely she should twirl him; it would be so much easier than ducking own each time.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Almost tripping as the jowled man stood on the hem of her dark blue dress again, she bit her tongue and silently thanked whoever owned the voice; it sounded more of a statement than a question. Delighted as the little man scurried to the opposite end of the room and a hand took hers, Kisara looked up to her saviour and felt her mouth drop open.

"Y-you're Seto Kaiba!"

And there went any kind of debonair or charming introduction she might have had planned, the young woman blushed and stammered and ended up standing on his toe instead.

"You looked like you needed saving."

Finally falling into step and rescuing what little decorum she had left, Kisara remembered her manners and nodded her head.

"I did, thank you very much Mr. Kaiba."

His hand rested on her lower back and Kisara let hers rest on his arm; such a silly pleasure having a dance partner who knew how to lead and in time with the music too! A glance to the bar showed her sister wasn't laughing at her expense anymore and her brother-in-law was downing sake bombs with Mokuba Kaiba.

The melody ended then and she smiled her thanks for the dance, silly giddy thoughts running through her mind. Business was all well and good, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for the CEO – his younger brother's recent engagement to an American duelist by the name of Hawkins had kicked the female fans into overdrive; surely it was about time the elder brother settled down. A few of the glossy magazines had even featured clandestine snaps of the company-owner out on dates over the last few months ... and she had guiltlessly bought each magazine on the pretence of studying the man she was hoping would fund their project.

The string quartet began a slower tune then and she blinked as he stood closer and began a slow step.

"You don't mind if I steal a few more dances, do you?"

"N-not at all Mr. Kaiba."

A few more minutes ticked by and she could feel the eyes of countless women on her. Halfway through the new melody a nearby business man stood on the overlong train of his partner's dress and the two took an utterly inelegant tumble to the hardwood floor. But the flailing woman would have brought her down too had it not been for Seto Kaiba pulling her to one side with him; that was twice he had been her hero tonight.

That near-accident sent the dancers scurrying for cover and became a catalyst for a break of sorts. The musicians carried on with their trade, but the guests all wandered away towards the bar or restrooms.

"Would you like a drink?"

Sophistication and propriety gone, she blinked for a dumb second before realisation hit that the question was for her. This could be a chance to get a spoke in for their new game if she played her cards right! Nodding, she regained some composure and smiled happily.

"Yes please."

An authoritative look to the barman seemed the only order passed and Kisara allowed herself to be led to one of the tables dotted around the large function room. Only when she had seated herself did he take the other chair at the table. The same barman appeared with a tray and two drinks; how had he gotten her order right without a word? Taking the glass of wine, she offered a thankful smile to the worker and watched KaibaCorp's owner out of the corner of her eye; there was no time like the present. Setting the glass down, she sat straighter and put her work-face on.

"Allow me to introduce myself Mr. Kaiba, my name is-"

"I know who you are. You and your sister Klara are the daughters of Ken Rees; I was sorry to hear of his death last year. He was a pleasant man."

Closing her mouth again, she nodded in silence and stopped short the trip down memory lane. She didn't want to think of her father now, not when it had taken so long to get over his death. Instead she forced her mind to jump onto the next issue at hand; the waiting list KaibaCorp implemented.

"Sir, we are here in Domino in the hopes of ... what is so funny?"

Intimidating, handsome, rich; all of those things were attributes she would attach to Seto Kaiba in an instant. But rude was never something she had thought of the man until now as he chuckled quietly to himself across the table from her. His drink was half-gone as she sipped her wine and frowned.

"Kisara, Pegasus hasn't shut up about you and your sister for two months. You have a meeting already scheduled with us ahead of the waiting list – my secretary will be contacting your company tomorrow morning."

"Oh ... th-thank you Mr. Kaiba."

Now she felt like the rude one, calling him out on laughing at her. Tracing a finger around the rim of her wine glass, she wanted the ground to swallow her up. She had to get in contact with Maximillion Pegasus again and thank him – the man had been friends with her father and had been invaluable to them after his death.

"Do you work for me, Kisara?"

What kind of ignorant question was that? Of course she didn't; a year of battles with her father's so-called colleagues had led to a high-profile court case where a judge had sided with the girls and awarded them their father's company. They worked for themselves! Still, they needed KaibaCorp's backing so Kisara shook her head and smiled; she needed to stop being so defensive.

"No sir, I do not."

"Then my name is Seto, not Mr. Kaiba."

Another chuckle and she couldn't help but admire his handsome smile. Letting her shoulders drop a bit, she smiled too and shrugged; good manners were instilled in her upbringing. Taking a long sip of wine, she nodded and laughed a little too.

"Okay then, Seto it is."

His phone buzzed on the table, but the CEO declined the call and turned the device face-down. Numerous women flitted by, each one trying to gain Seto's attention but the infamous Kaiba had no interest in them. She liked his deep blue eyes, but blushed and looked away as he caught her looking and smirked smugly; this was all very surreal and she didn't know how to present herself. Their meeting was already in the bag, so that left her with no aim for another conversation. But thankfully her dancing hero kept up a tempo with his questions.

"Will you be staying in Domino long?"

"Six months at least. I'd like to see more of Japan than just this city though, it's a beautiful country."

He nodded, unable to keep a small smile from forming. Pegasus had fought tooth and nail for this small company run by two sisters and though he held very little opinion for the man's projects, Seto had to admit the game proposal seemed a certain seller. More so with graphics formulated by KaibaCorp. So they had hop-skipped the Rees sisters up the waiting list, but he had never imagined to seeing her here. Boredom had made him research the duo a few days ago, the younger sister all too familiar in his memory. And he had seen what could happen if things were ignored. Call it acceptance of some stupid past life shit or simple maturing, but this beautiful game-designer was certainly someone who caught his eye.

Even now as she toyed with the wine glass and watched a dancing duo twirl past.

"Kisara will you meet with me tomorrow?"

Looking up from her glass, she nodded and thought it an obvious answer; he had already told her of their scheduled meeting. She couldn't look away from those blue eyes, some silly girlish dream replaying itself in her mind. She had turned down countless dinners and dates from suitors in the past year – she didn't want to settle; she wanted the fairytale no matter how unrealistic it sounded. And she could focus on that just as soon as their game went into production.

"I'll tell Klara and we'll schedule a time that-"

"No Kisara. Your game is a great idea and your company will receive our backing; Mokuba and your sister can deal with the details. I'd like to see you tomorrow; no work, no contracts."

He watched as dimples appeared in her cheeks. Her shoulders dropped a bit more and the girl finally let loose a big true smile, her defensiveness gone.

"Like a date?"

Well, that word was one he hated using; it made everything sound so childish and teenage. But if a few hours in her company and maybe a dinner constituted a date, then a date it was.

"Would that be acceptable?"

Hardly able to believe what was happening, Kisara nodded her head without thinking; what had happened that sensible plan of getting the game developed and then maybe romance?

"I might have to think about it ..."

"Not too much I hope."

She smiled again as he pulled a pen from somewhere and scribbled on a napkin. When exactly being playful had turned to flirting, Kisara didn't know but she didn't care either; tonight was looking to be a very successful endeavour! And that smug smile just seemed to become more attractive every time it appeared.

"Err, sorry to interrupt but we have a situation Seto."

Mokuba Kaiba looked nothing short of apologetic as he flashed a friendly smile and scratched the back of his head, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder to indicate a growing argument between businessmen. Frowning at the drunken men, Seto sighed and shook his head; money could do a lot, but it couldn't buy class for some idiots. Reaching for the KC pin under his shirt collar, he pressed down on it and spoke lowly.

"Roland, trouble in the function room; I want them escorted from the building via the back door."

A look was passed between the brothers and Mokuba offered one more guileless smile before heading towards the debacle at the back of the room before it gained too much attention. Watching his brother, Seto made a mental note to ban the arguing men from future events held by KaibaCorp.

"I'm sorry about this, Kisara. I'll be back as soon as I can sort this out."

He left with another small smile and a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her hand. Waiting until she was sure he couldn't see, she let a goofy smile surface and picked up the napkin he had left by her glass. Her sister was almost running over to the table, having watched the interactions with rapt fascination. She folded the napkin closed before Klara could see the elegant message. Kisara blushed and smiled into her wine, refusing to give her sister any details. Instead she slipped the cloth napkin into her clutch bag, already memorizing the phone number and message written on it: "Save the last dance for me."

A/n- I hope you all liked this little oneshot! xxx