A/N : Hello! Sorry about the delay in updating. I wanted to do so sooner but for the life of me I couldn't work out what to get for a man who has everything, including a dragon shaped jet! Truly a difficult task. Any way, as ever constructive criticism and positive feedback is always greatly appreciated with a great big smile. Please enjoy! Xx

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter Eight

Yukiko walked down the isle of the shop she was in for what felt like the millionth time, Mokuba trailing behind her. No matter how many times she'd browsed through all the items, nothing attracted her attention. While looking at a row of watches again, Yukiko exhaled in frustration. She turned to Mokuba a desperate look in her eye.

"What did you get him last year?" Yukiko asked him. He grinned at her. When she'd first asked him to go shopping for his brothers Birthday Present Mokuba had found her enthusiasm fun, but now he could see her enthusiasm slipping into frustration. This was the fourth shop they'd hit now. Two of the security men were stood either side of the door way as they made their way down the five isles the shop possessed. Each isle was packed with trinkets and gifts of all shapes and sizes.

"Well… last year I got him a plush blue eyes!" Mokuba exclaimed

"Oh, that's pretty cool!" Yukiko replied, making a mental note to look out for it back at the house.

"So… what are you getting him this year?" Yukiko continued.

"Well… I got him duel monster theme playing cards and a video game!" Mokuba said the excitement evident in his eyes. Yukiko nodded. She knew she'd been making it a little difficult for herself, she knew the man liked games, but she'd been focusing too much on Duel monsters, but he played more than just that. She walked out of the isle she was in and headed towards the games isle again. The shelves were tall and blocked them from sight. Each shelf contained many different games raging from duel monster cards to board games. She walked along examining each item. There was a selection of Rubik's Cubes and other puzzle games. There were several boxes filling one of the shelves and Yukiko took a closer look at it. They were classically decorated with beautiful writing across the side which read "The Golden Path". Yukiko pulled one of the boxes out to examine. The first thing she noticed was the weight of it. It was heavy. Yukiko gripped onto it and turned the box around so she could examine the back. The box was pale yellow in colour and the writing was in gold.

Darkness of Day, part of the Golden Path collection. Become an adventurer and delve into the world of Duel Monsters like never before, make allies and fight enemies. Discover who has caused the darkness to eat away at the days and save the world! One of the revolutionary Table top RPG's created by Gold Industries.

Yukiko read the writing and examined the cover of the box again. The corners had some old styled gold edges and the title was printed impressively across the front. She pushed it back on the self and looked at the other boxes next to it. They all appeared to be part of the Golden Path collection.

"Mokuba, what is a Table top RPG?" Yukiko asked curiously.

"Oh, well… I've never really played one, but I think Yugi has. From what I know it's where you take on a character and play through a world of someone's creation," Mokuba tried his best to explain. Yukiko giggled to herself. She tried to imagine Kaiba been anyone other than Kaiba. It wouldn't happen. She moved on. She'd got to a part of the shop she'd only skimmed over before, but now she paid attention. There were several glass cabinets all with four shelves inside the circular glass. Each shelf was rotating slowly. She stopped and gazed at the items inside. There were models and figurines. One with cartoon characters another with what Mokuba quickly told her was Capsule Monsters and the third Duel Monsters. There was a figurine of a Dark Magician, a Dinosaur type monster, a giant bug, and there it was as if waiting for her. A Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon. The three headed beast stood about a foot tall, each of its three heads detailed incredibly. It stood on a little black stand with a plaque that read 'Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon". Yukiko straightened up and pointed it out to Mokuba.

"How about that one?" She asked beaming. Mokuba leant closer to the glass and examined it.

"Yes! Seto will love it!" He exclaimed.

Yukiko quickly paid for the item, using a debit card that connected to her own bank account. Shortly after she'd had her memories returned, Kaiba had set her up her own bank account to which her wages were paid monthly. It was kind of nice having her own money; she didn't want to live off of the Kaiba's. He'd already refused to accept any help of her for bills etc. If Yukiko would have thought it would help, she'd have argued, but she knew better. Once the man's mind was made up there was no changing it. The guards by the door lead the way back out into the cool street. Yukiko shivered already feeling the winters chill spreading rapidly throughout Domino City. One of the security men, dressed in a black suit and sunglasses despite the lack of an actual sun, held the door open and Yukiko climbed in followed by Mokuba. The door was shut with a slight snap and the two men climbed into the front. Yukiko looked down at the paper bag she was holding. Where was she supposed to hide this till Kaiba's Birthday? It was only two days away and that made Yukiko nervous. He was having his Business gathering that day. She'd never been to an important business meeting before so she had no idea what to expect.

"Miss Yukiko, Mr Kaiba has requested we take you to meet him." One of the security men spoke. It was the driver who'd spoken as he started the engine.

"Oh… oh no! Mokuba the present!" Yukiko exclaimed turning to the youngest Kaiba. He grinned at her.

"It's okay, they'll drop you off to meet Seto and I'll take it back to the house!" Mokuba beamed. Yukiko relaxed back into her seat trying to keep calm. She was just over reacting to stuff. It was going to be okay.

It wasn't going to be okay. Less than an hour later, Yukiko was stood in front of a full length mirror gazing at her reflection with shock. Kaiba had asked for her to meet him at an expensive looking dress shop. He'd been waiting for her and had silently led her into the shop. She'd felt out of place instantly and the feeling still lingered. She needed to find a dress for Kaiba's birthday and was immediately reminded of the first time she'd gone to work at Kaiba Corp. The dress she'd worn then had made her feel uncomfortable and the feeling she had now stood in a figure hugging floor length dress was very much the same, but worse. There was a woman stood beside her who was supposed to be helping her pick out a gown, but so far had just handed her everything with the most expensive tag, knowing it wouldn't matter to the CEO. Kaiba was sat down in a chair positioned opposite the girls. He glanced up from the laptop he had open upon his lap and saw how uncomfortable Yukiko looked in the pink dress. He shook his head, knowing it didn't look right on her and the detailing was too fussy. Yukiko quickly and gladly retreated into the changing room to wriggle out of the monstrosity that had made her look more like a dessert than an elegant lady. Yukiko hung the pink frilly thing back onto its hanger and sighed. Why was this taking so long? She must have tried on half the shop. A hand appeared through the curtain holding another garment. Yukiko was about to exhale when she realised the hand wasn't that of the woman's. She took the black material curiously.

Yukiko walked out wearing the new garment and examined her reflection. She was surprised to find out she quite liked it. It was simple; it had sleeves and a modest neckline. It fell to the floor, but apparently that wasn't something she was getting away from. She didn't feel as ridiculously exposed as she had with the others, despite her shoulders been bare. She turned around and saw Kaiba had put his laptop away and was watching her. He smiled very briefly at her and nodded.

"It looks good." He spoke without any real emotion.

"Thanks," Yukiko replied awkwardly.

Despite finding the dress, it still took another half an hour before they walked out of the shop. Apparently Yukiko needed shoes and it had taken her a while to find some she could stand straight in. She exhaled with relief as they walked out the shop, but it was to be followed by an inhale of shock. Kaiba even faltered seeing the scene. There were a bunch of news reporters and photographers and the general scum of the earth in Kaibas opinion. He quickly took a hold of Yukiko's hand and pulled her close to his side, trying to ignore the flashes of light indicating many camera's going off. He wasn't so much concerned with the press and what rubbish they'd print, but in the bustle of the crowd anything could happen. He didn't have to remind himself that already someone had ordered an attempt to take Yukiko as hostage.

"Mr Kaiba, Is it true you were involved in a car chase?"

"Is there any news on who's attacking you?"

Kaiba scowled wrapping his arm around Yukiko's waist, guiding her though the crowd. They managed to push through the thick of it with the help of his Security team who'd followed them out of the shop. The car was parked just a short way away waiting for them and they were quickly bustled into the car out of the limelight. Yukiko settled back into her seat relieved. Kaiba pulled her close and she rested her head against him. Kaiba placed down the bag with the garments from the shop. He gritted his teeth as he felt the camera's still turned towards them, despite them not been able to see anything through the tinted glass.

"You've created quite a stir," Kaiba spoke for the first time as they pulled up outside the Kaiba mansion. Yukiko felt her cheeks flush at his comment.

"Me?" She squeaked, sitting up straight and looking round at the man. He grinned at her.

"Yes, they've never really shown a huge amount of interest in my life before they caught wind of you," He replied folding his arms and sitting back. Yukiko felt her face flush if possible even worse. Was she really causing him so much trouble?

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, gazing down at her feet. She heard him laugh.

"Like I care. All I care about is you been with me. I don't want those morons scaring you off." He replied casually. Yukiko lifted her gaze to meet his. She was happy to hear him say this. She didn't want to cause him even more trouble. Yukiko threw her arms around him and buried her face against his neck. She smiled as she inhaled his scent.

"Seto, if guns don't scare me off, a couple of photographs and idle gossip certainly won't," She breathed into his collar. She felt his arms clutch tightly around her.

"We're stuck with each other," He spoke and Yukiko could hear the smile in his tone. She wished he would let others see that side of him too. Yukiko pulled apart from him, but didn't get up off his lap, Instead she gazed into his face and grinned. She gently kissed his lips and clambered off him. A moment later, the door was pulled open and they both got out.

"Let's see how the party planners doing," Kaiba spoke, his usual stern tone returning to him in an instant. Yukiko nodded and followed him up towards the house.

It was indeed true, Kaiba had hired a party planner to arrange his business evening gathering. It was to be held in the dining hall and Yukiko found herself wondering just what to expect. Would it be party food? She presumed not if this was more like a social event to get to know your rival companies better. Surely it would be a huge ego thing where you could show off to the competition, possibly intimidate them. There was likely going to be no birthday cake, no balloons and definitely no decorations of the Halloween variety. They reached the front door and Kaiba held the door open for her. Only blushing slightly, she walked through it, choosing to ignore the man's smirk at seeing the colour in her cheeks. As soon as they entered the house, they could hear voices.

"No, It's a party! They has to be décor" A familiar voice echoed through the halls. Yukiko gazed up at Kaiba's expression and saw irritation there. Without a word, the CEO followed the sound of voices, Yukiko hurrying along behind him. They entered the Dining hall. The room had been transformed. Instead of the long table there were dozens of small ones scattered across the room, each supporting a white table cloth with an elegant arrangement in the centre. To the left a small but noticeable stage had been set up and almost a third of the room had been left clear for what Yukiko wondered might just be a dance floor. It was certainly impressive. In the centre of the room stood two people. The first was a woman, late twenties Yukiko would have guessed, with bubble-gum pink hair, pulled into a bun on top of her head. She was wearing professional looking clothing and held a clip board in her hands. She was facing off to a very familiar tall blonde boy, wearing tatty jeans and worn trainers. The boy had a bunch of black, purple and orange coloured decorations in his arms, the garlands spilling over and some trailing on the floor.

"Wheeler, what are you doing here? Don't you have some other place to whine like a mutt?" Kaiba asked scathingly. The blonde turned around, only just realising they were back. He grinned, completely ignoring the insult Kaiba just directed in his direction.

"Ahh, hey guys!" He grinned sheepishly.

"Hi Joey!" Yukiko exclaimed smiling.

"Again, Wheeler, what are you doing here?" Kaiba demanded again.

"Well, ain't it obvious? I'm here to help ya decorate for ya birthday, but this here woman won't let me put em up!" Joey exclaimed, sending the woman a dead eye.

"You are not putting those monstrosities up in my house, Wheeler." Kaiba scowled at the blonde.

"I told you, Mr Kaiba is having a quiet business event, not a childish party!" The Part planner exclaimed clearly irritated.

"Seriously?" Joey asked pulling a face. Kaiba didn't even bother to answer the blonde other than to glower at him. Joey then turned to Yukiko a confused look on his face.

"But… Yukiko?" Joey said with utter confusion. Yukiko's cheeks turned pink. What was she supposed to do? Force the man into a dragon costume or clown wig or something. Immediately she regretted thinking this as the image of Seto in a fuzzy clown wig popped into her mind. She forced down laughter with great difficulty.

"I know, but his birthday doesn't really fall on Halloween, so maybe we could do something on the 31st instead?" Yukiko smiled, trying to come up with a compromise for Joey. He relaxed a little, thinking the proposal over as Kaiba glanced around at Yukiko frowning.

"Awright!" The Blonde exclaimed, suddenly excited. He beamed at Yukiko.

"Just let me know where and when it's happening and we'll help decorate!" Joey beamed his signature goofy grin.

"You got it!" Yukiko laughed. With that, Joey bounded happily out of the hall and a few seconds later, they heard the front door go as he left.

"You've done it now." Kaiba spoke walking further into the hall and examining the layout with scrutiny. Yukiko frowned at him wondering what she'd done exactly.

"What?" She eventually asked when he didn't explain.

"Volunteered yourself to plan a Halloween party." He explained turning back around to gaze at Yukiko. She smiled at him, liking the sound of the challenge.

"Is that okay?" She asked smiling, hoping against hope it would be.

"As long as I'm not involved," He replied

"But other than that you're okay with me putting those monstrosities up in your house?" Yukiko asked pouting ever so slightly as colour burned in her cheeks. Kaiba grinned at her and moved closer to her until he was stood towering over Yukiko, staring down to meet her gaze.

"If it's necessary." He growled although he didn't sound nearly as stern as he usually did. Yukiko beamed at him.

"Thank you!" She shined and reaching up on her tip toes she kissed his cheek. She then turned around and pulled her phone out of her pocket, excitement bubbling in her chest. She wasn't sure when or how it had happened, but she seemed to have got the man wrapped around her little finger very unintentionally. She made a mental note never to abuse that power.