Testing Your Limits { Kaiba }

[+!Dori!+]

Dam I can't STAND that Akito sometimes. One of these days I'm going to teach him a lesson! He's only begging for a beating . . .

The tigress was more then glad to get out of the house. No matter how big it was, she always felt suffocated. She was in luck that it was such a nice night out for the moon was bright enough to light the way. She didn't have to rely on her [inner tiger] skills to see and watch out for people who might be a problem. Most of the tie when she was in a bad mood like now, she would go looking for a fight. But at the moment she didn't feel like wasting the energy on someone useless and who couldn't even keep up with an 8th of her skills.

Fu's hair quivered with every step she took in her black combat boots. They buckled all the way to her knees, leaving room for her fishnet stockings to peak out under her black frilly mini skirt. She had worn her red and black corset with her right hand covered with a red and black striped glove rolled to her elbow. Her left arm beared an armband of three red skulls. She had decided to lace her neck with a single black ribbon with a pure red ruby dangling from a gold loop. It had been a birthday present from one of her favorite family members, Shen.

Her pale fingers curled around the door knob of the bar, not even realizing that she had come here till her foot stepped inside. Fu paid little heed to the stares as well as the few cat calls and whistles for she cared less.

The cursed girl only slid onto a stool and ordered a Rock Star energy drink. It was the Juiced of course, flavored with Orange, Mango, and Passion Fruit. Leaning on the bar, she slithered her golden orbs over the bottles stacked behind the bartender as he got her tall orange can of the ice cold drink. "Don't pour it out, I'll drink it fro the can." She told him as he reached for a glass. Fu took the can from him, double strength was printed below the rim as she popped the top and tooka long gulp.

The lilac haired girl set the can down and rested her chin on her right hand, her left hand resting on the bar as she closed her eyes to try and calm her nerves at the very least slightly. Fu really didn't want to be bothered. No chance though that others would want to grant her wishes.

[__kiki.]

Slender fingers rapped with irritation on the smooth mahogany finish of the wooden desk, and finally the incessant drumming stopped. Kaiba snatched up his phone and dialed the number he needed, just about ready to bite someone's head off. When the frightened employee picked up on the other end, he practically shouted, "Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago!" When the young CEO heard the man try to stutter some pathetic excuse, he went on ahead and started to speak over him. "Shut up, I don't need a defense mechanism. If you aren't here within the next ten minutes, you're fired." Clicking the expensive phone shut, Kaiba massaged his aching temples and sighed; why was he constantly surrounded by incapable idiots?

The tall teenager stood abruptly, walking around his desk and picking up his black trenchcoat and his keys. He'd already done all of his work, so he could have this night to himself. Striding past his personal assistant Roland, he muttered, "I'm going out, fire the imbecile if he's not here at eight." Roland nodded, and Kaiba decended the sweeping staircase and looked around the empty Kaiba mansion. Something was missing.. and it was then that he realized that Mokuba had gone to his friend's house for the night. Seto shook his head; he needed to start paying more attention to his little brother.. hadn't he promised him a movie night?
Mokuba would probably never get that movie night-- Kaiba was a bit of a workaholic.

Stretching his stiff shoulders, Kaiba passed by a mirror on his way out and checked his appearance. Dressed in all black and standing at a striking 6'2, he was a very handsome young man; girls fell over him left and right and many of them had posters of him from that People magazine's issue when he had made the list of 50 sexiest men alive. He ran a hand through his chocolate coloured hair, his diamond-cobalt eyes hidden by the sleek sunglasses he put on. Sure, it was almost 8 in the evening, but he liked to dress with style even on "casual" outings.

Kaiba chose to take his midnight-black Lamborghini Diablo, the newest model of this year. He drove at impossible speeds in that dashing sportscar, until he finally got to the local bar. Really, he'd have preferred an upscale sort of place but he would make due with anywhere he could manage. Parking, he locked his car and tucked the keys into the pocket of his coat. Seto lit a cigarette and took a long drag, then entered the bar and looked around to see if there were any familiar faces. No one yet. Good. Now he could enjoy a little peace and alchohol, if you get my meaning.

Sliding into the bar, he lowered his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose a little, and barked a rude and commanding sort of request. "Whiskey shot." God, he hated run-of-the-mill places like this, they had terrible service. As the bartender bustled to get his drink, he took of his glasses and placed them in his pocket with his keys. Turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't get disturbed, he continued to smoke quietly until his icy eyes fell on a girl sitting a seat over from him. Something about her was familiar.. Seto's sharp mind quickly figured out that she was one of the girls at his school, but he didn't care.
He hardly cared about anyone but himself anyways.

[+!Dori!+]

The night was going by slower then it should have been. Her hand tossing a few strands of her long hair over her shoulder while the other side hid her features. Fu was annoyed and not wanting to be bothered. It was Hatori's idea that she go out and cool off before doing anything rash to Akito to get her in trouble. The zodiac was not sure of the consequences should they really hurt or harm their "God" should something happen. She didn't even really care.

She was not even half way done with her drink when she heard cold words ordering whiskey. The tone was enough to tell her who had given the order of the bartender. It was none other then Seto Kaiba. She knew him well enough to know that he was richer then the Sohmas and just as cold as anyone she knew. He came across to her as a real snobby brat. He was the kind that she would probably take on because he looked down on her. But that was just her opinion and it wouldn't surprise her too if he did think himself better then them. Everyone her family who knows of the curse looked down on them. But those in school looked up to them and none more then Yuki. But he was a different story.

As the tigress shifted on the stool, she brought one leg up to cross over the other. She picked at her armband tight around her pale arm. Fu sort of wished that she didn't come here now since his very presence sort of ticked her off. The only thing she could do was let out a heavy sigh while bringing her can to her lips and allowing the cool liquid enter her mouth and slid down her throat. The young woman wondered how well his alcohol tolerance was. Maybe, just maybe if he drank enough, she could start a fight with him or something. Just anything to get the feeling of annoyance off of her.

[__kiki.]

Once the bartender got a good look at his new client, he was practically tripping over himself to deliver the whiskey. Kaiba sent him a frigid glare and picked up the glass, removing the cigarrette from his mouth and draining the shot without a problem. When he dranked and smoked, he felt a lot of the stress from work alleviate; it was his only escape in a world where he always had to be on top. This was the one place where he could let himself slip a little and he could just be a seventeen year old Seto Kaiba. Not Seto Kaiba, the multi-millionaire CEO of one of the world's biggest companies. He ordered another two whiskey shots, lifting the cancer stick to his lips and watching the smoke escape his mouth in slow and lazy tendrils. The bar was practically dead.

His steely eyes flickered over to Fu again. He definatley recognized her now, from the way she dressed, and he had to admit that she was quite the good looking one. When he heard her sigh, he tossed his cigarette into the ash tray and sent her a small glare. "Got a problem?" he asked, his voice extremely cold and gravelly and smooth all at once. It was enough to send shivers down peoples' spines, that paired with his famous glare. Seto Kaiba was a very intimidating young man, any way you look at it. Crossing his legs, he focused on his second shot and when he had finished with that, he contemplated the third shot but left the alchohol on the table so he could have something to drink a few minutes later. He happened to have a high tolerance for this sort of stuff, he'd been drinking since fifteen.

[+!Dori!+]

It was something else to be sitting there with the Seto Kaiba. She knew a lot of girls would kill just to see him for three seconds. Fu knew he knew that he was almost a sex god at their school. It was a debate on whether if Yuki topped him or not. Fu would say any day that Yuki was so much better then him. But then again She saw Yuki as a brother and him as a bother.

The golden eyed beauty turned slowly towards him with a stone cold emotionless face. Fu was just waiting for this and he delivered with pride. His looks didn't waver her like the others. She was just the same way, only louder. She couldn't just ignore the CEO of such a huge and successful cooperation. Her hair falling back over her shoulder, now deeply framing her face. "As a matter of fact, I do have a problem. But thank you so much for actually caring about something else for once in your life." Even she knew that was way over the top for his simple three words. But she could care less. The hatred she felt for Akito was still pulsing through her veins and now this guy came in only to make her day all the better. She was looking for a fight or something to relieve her tension.

Taking a long drink of her Rock Star, Fu gazed at him in an alluring way to see if he of all people would take the bait. She wanted a fight or an argument or trouble or anything really for the energy to wear off. What better way then spend it on some guy who thought he was better then everyone else.

[__kiki.]

It was rare for the young CEO to have a minute alone to just breathe. He was always doing something or other-- attending meetings, going to conventions, dinners, working up into early hours of the night.. Sometimes when he was being driven from place to place, appointment to appointment, he watched the people who sat with their families in front of restaurants, laughing and enjoying life. Sometimes, he wished he was them but he lived a totally different life. A life shadowed by greed, deceit, and driven by power. There was no lose for Seto Kaiba, there was only win. It was a lifestyle that appeared glamerous, but it wore him to the ground.

Kaiba sighed, determined not to let his carefully constructed facade slip, and picked up the alchohol before taking slowly measured sips. He could have easily had a drink of something far more expensive and rare in his own home, but he just wanted to get away from it all. His steely orbs flickered over to Fu briefly and he smirked, looking at her as if she were pathetic. Seto had that sort of effect, he could belittle even the toughest of men with his eyes and his sharp tongue. "How long did it take you to think that one up? Don't waste your breath talking to me unless you have something intelligent to say." It was cruel, it was swift; it was Seto Kaiba. Who did she think she was, to be turning her nose up at him? It was apparant that Fu knew who he was, so he wasn't going to sit there and let her throw stupid insults at him.

The bartender swung around slowly, taking Kaiba's glasses as if he were afraid that the young man would bite him, and then he asked meekly, "Anything else I can get you, Mr. Kaiba?" Seto fixed his gaze on him and decided he'd be civil; he needn't throw away precious time on a worthless man like the one in front of him. "Strawberry daquiri," Kaiba said in a flat, frigid tone, trying to find something to amuse him. Places like this ended up being no good, and slow nights were even worse.

[+!Dori!+]

Her golden orbs grew slightly before narrowing. It was annoying enough she got crap all day. Then Akito and all the rest of the family. The tiger was ready to pounce on it's prey no matter what the consequences. She wasn't sure of his strengths. She wasn't sure of his weak points. But like any other cat of the jungle, one will try with even a shred of thought to winning. Fu's thoughts wandered to what would the other Sohma's do in her position. Some were not hard to answer.

The can raised one last time to her lips, she crushed the over-sized tin in one hand out of pure hatred for this guy. It wouldn't surprise her if the bartender threw her out for bothering a customer like the Seto Kaiba. but she didn't care. He started it and she was here first. "You must be the most loved guy at all the parties. . . . " Fu mumbled sarcastically, turning her eyes towards the bar and resting her head in her hand. She wasn't sure why so many girls had a thing for him. They must never have chatted with the 'tall, dark, and charming' fellow.

[__kiki.]

Do you remember your first magazine crush? There was always that one hearthrob, whether he was an acclaimed actor or singer or maybe even a CEO, that always captured every teenage girl's heart. They always thought the best of him, didn't they? They'd tell all their friends, sit and obsess over him for hours, dream about him at night and kiss a picture of him every morning in hopes that they would meet him soon.
Did you ever ask the girls that DID meet him, what he was actually like?
Fame disillusioned people.

Kaiba scorned the legions of fangirls that lined outside at events, trying to get him to sign autographs. They were being misled, the magazines with articles about him only told lies. Sure, he was attractive, smart, and wealthy, but he was also an arrogant jackass with a heart of ice. Most of the fans that did end up meeting him ended up severly dissapointed because he was just another teenager, just with a big ego and tons of cash. At least Fu had a head on her shoulders, and she was able to treat him normally; for that, he respected her.

Her retort caused him to raise an eyebrow, and he took the daquiri wordlessly and sipped on it for a few moments. Seto didn't feel like playing the insult game, so he decided to give her a simple response and leave it at that-- she was amusing, why couldn't he have his fun? That, and, she was quickly gaining his respect. "Of course, I'm the absolute life of every party," he drawled, sarcasm dripping from every single word.

[+!Dori!+]

Now there was something she wasn't expecting. It caught her almost completely off guard. A small slime crept across her face, her eyes slid in his direction. People would never cease to amaze her like Sasuke, her own family. Who knew they were alike? But Kaiba. This was one guy she wouldn't think would be even somewhat civilized to her. Akito forgotten.

"Better then the pinata I bet." She mused, trailing her long lilac locks behind her ear. "Bartender . . . A bowl of cherries please?" She asked, receiving a questioning look before fetching them and placing the small red orbs in front of her. Fu could only guess that he was debating on getting her anything less of a glass with an ice cube filling it.

Her nimble fingers lifted one by the skinny stem, sliding the fruit in her mouth before picking the unwanted end off. At least this would help her calm down somewhat. No matter whatever had been the cause, only talking to Shen and eating something red could calm even her wildest of moods.

[__kiki.]

Aha, he'd earned a smile. Seto had been half-expecting Fu to throw the crushed can at his head for being such an ass, but she seemed to find him amusing too. Finally, someone he could consider an equal.. so far. People had to prove themselves, in Kaiba's eyes-- earning his respect was something hard, but once you had it you were happy. "Obviously," he replied, taking another sip of the daquiri and watching the bartender bustle around and attent to other customers. His icy eyes went to the TV set that was now starting to show 9 o'clock news, and guess which buisness was reported on the corporate portion? Yep, it would be Kaiba Corporation.

Seto's mouth twitched, and he reached up and turned the TV off. He had more than enough of his tiring buisness, he needed to take the night off for once. The bartender sent him a quizzical look which Kaiba ended with a frigid stare, and then he turned back to Fu. It occured to the young CEO then that he didn't know the lovely girl's name, but he wasn't one to speak up and ask such a thing. Silly Seto, with his flair for elegancy. He reached in the pocket of his coat and pulled out a buisness card and a pen, and then he scrawled under his name,

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Without a word, he slid the card towards her and finished his drink, deciding that he'd had enough for the night. His veins were already tickling from all the alchohol he'd consumed, any more and he'd probably end up doing something stupid. Seto figured it must've been the alchohol that was making him want to talk to Fu; yeah, that was the only good reason he could think of because he was so out of character. Kaiba pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly; you could call him a chain smoker, but it calmed him and that was all that mattered.[/size]

[+!Dori!+]

It was no surprise that she was still getting stares from men around the bar. Fu only ignored them since they were not worth it. After all they were not thinking of something pure that was for sure. She only continued eating the cherries, slowly but surely to enjoy them. The young tiger's nerves soothing as she turned her eyes briefly to the television. Not a moment later, the box clocked off as Seto had switched it off. It was no surprise seeing as how the story was about another major break through in Kaiba Corp.

She couldn't help but chuckle internally at it and pop another cherry in. There were only four left now sitting in the bowl alone. Maybe she would get more . . . .

Hm?

A thin piece of cardboard slid her way, writing sprawled along asking a simple question. Fu could only but smirk playfully. Not even a big man like Seto Kaiba could ask such simple questions. So why give him all the details.

Sohma[/font]

Maybe even he had heard of the Sohma's. After all they were famous in school and departments in fields he may have never really taken an interest in. Then again what would she know about his and her family's business affairs?

[__kiki.]

The answer he got back from Fu didn't surprise him, he hadn't expected to win her over so easy. With a smirk, he lowered the cigarette from his lips and let the smoke escape from the corners of his mouth, and then he raised a dark eyebrow at her before turning the TV back on and putting on something slightly more entertaining, the late night show. His eyes firmly fixed on the Tv screen, he said in his deep voice, "You'll have to do better than that, Fu. You can't quite keep me in the dark."

You see, Seto Kaiba has this sort of.. super brain. He was far more intelligant than any normal teenager, and this genius was what allowed him to run a large-scale corporation at such a young age. The minute she'd given him that last name, it clicked; his brain was sharp and he figured out the little puzzle in a matter of moments. He was quite an amusing one, this Kaiba, and just as multi-layered as an onion-- once you peeled to the core through all those sour and nasty layers, you'd be surprised at what kind of a person you'd find.

He took a long drag of the cigarette and took the card in his fingers, tearing it to pieces slowly before letting them flutter to the well-polished mahogany bar. Feeling no urge to explain his behaviour, he watched the bartender clean them off and his eyes narrowed. The torn pieces of paper reminded him of his life, always sordid and broken into pieces.. shaking his head, he looked at Fu but said nothing.

[+!Dori!+]

So then he did know who she was. It wasn't hard then again . . . it was nothing. The little pieces fluttering to the shiny surface like those spring time Sakura Blossoms. Her golden orbs turned toward him, meeting his deep, cold ones, she slightly frowned when he mentioned her name. "Then you should know all about my little secrets then and what a screw up I've turned out to be." She voiced, scrunching up her nose with a small smile of sarcasm

Of course she wasn't talking about the family curse. That would be going too far. Not even a man like Kaiba would know of it. Akito would freaked. She was only referring to her reputation in school and the trouble it causes every day. She did have regular people who picked on her and a few new ones all the time. The girls hated her for her looks and relation to Prince Yuki and Kyon-Kyon as they called them and the guys hated her for beating them when ever they picked fights with her. But who wouldn't be jealous?

Seto Kaiba for sure. She knew a guy like him would not bne jealous of anything. Right? As another cherry found it's way to her mouth once again as she turned away from him. Fu rested her head on folded arms as she chewed on the lushes fruit. He wasn't the type to lay himself for anyone. He cared for his image, but not others thoughts. He cared for his company, but not people. She was pretty sure she had him figured out.

[__kiki.]

Ever heard that saying "Don't assume, it makes an ASS out of U and ME?" It's a good thing to keep in mind, because you should never jump to conclusions about people. You know what they wear, what they do, how they live, so you've got them figured out, ay? Then tell me their favourite colour. Tell me what they do on weekends. Tell me what makes them shake and makes them cry. Tell me their darkest secrets. You don't know? Point proven. Here Kaiba was sitting, thinking that he knew Fu already-- she was the classic punk/goth who had some anger problems and a tough-girl exterior to hide some sort of fucked up past or something. He didn't know how right or wrong he was, his mind just automatically judged her. Seto Kaiba was a shrewd man, however, so he pushed those judgments aside and decided he could try for once to get to know people for who they really were and not the front they put up. "Don't flatter yourself," he snorted; as if he would spend time delving into her past and all that. What profit would he gain? Nothing. If Kaiba got nothing out of an interaction, he wouldn't pursue it. So, what was he getting out of talking to Fu? It was keeping him from being bored, that was good enough for the young CEO. As it was, they were on equal ground-- they both knew the names of each other and basic facts. Kaiba, for all his book-smarks and genious, could not say where this conversation was headed.

[+!Dori!+]

Sometimes it was better to leave well enough alone. 'Curiosity killed the cat you know.' The few people who saw that cat later would tell you that 'satisfaction brought it back.' No one can be satisfied with their own intake of information they had hungered for. Learning more lead to more questions. Those threatening steel eyes seeming to tell everyone to back the fuck away. In fact, the enticed her 'curiosity'. Those only rivaled one. Akito. But Kaiba was not the same as him. Nor was he as cold. Even he seemed to have something living inside of him that kept him going and it wasn't his company. At least she felt that way. She only realized his eyes though when her head turned towards his way at his simple words.

Taking the last cheer from the small dish, she twirled the shimmering red fruit in the air, the light reflecting off of the surface. There was no better way to end the little treat then with this one. "You know . . . . A guy like you seems to take a lot for granted." She voiced softly, consuming the blooding dot and adding the stem to the rest of them. She really had no explanation for her words. They held no relevance to the conversation nor a reason. Was her tiger instincts picking up a bit of loneliness from him maybe . . . . .

[__kiki.]

What a shame, his somewhat-lively conversation with Fu had died down and the sounds of the bar were the only thing ringing in his ears. He was so tired and desperatley needed a good night's sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes he saw figures, numbers, columns of names and things that he had to organize and present. His company hanted him, drove him to the brink of insanity and still he slaved away at it. Kaiba stifled a yawn and ran a hand through his hair again, in those moments looking like your average teenage boy who had stayed up too late. Fu was lucky he was letting his guard down, this didn't happen every day-- chances were, she'd see him again tomorrow and he'd be a total bitch to her. Straightening the stiff collar of his clothes, he loosened his tie and lit another cigarette.

Seto lifted the cancer stick to his lips and took a long drag, letting the smoke curl out of the corner of his mouth in long, silvery whisps. The nicotene helped him relax a bit more-- by the way he smoked and drank, he wouldn't live a day over forty. Did he care? No. Kaiba shifted and raised an eyebrow in Fu's direction, slightly impressed by the sentence she spoke. He watched her consume the cherry with frigid cobalt eyes and replied cooly, "Things tend to be taken for granted when there's nothing to lose and everything to gain." Leaning slightly closer to her, he asked, "Wouldn't you agree?"

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[+!Dori!+]

Her eyes trailed along the bar's polished wood, the path winding to a finger. That finger lead to skilled hands. A fine coat. Broad shoulders. The white stick poking from the mouth. Those orbs floating in weariness. Fu was wondering what it would have been like to actually see his guy smile or laugh. Even though she sort of wanted to herself when his hand ran through the chocolate strands not to long ago. It seemed almost unlike Seto Kaiba to do such a common thing.

Looking away and leaning on her arms, folded in front of her, her bust hanging out as if she didn't care which she could have cared less. The tigers ears perked when she heard his voice a bit closer now. She smirked, leaning her head to the side and closing a bit of the distance more, looking back into his dark frosty orbs with her shimmering lilac contrasting gaze. "I would have to agree entirely on that with you, Mr. Kaiba." Her voice flowing out a bit huskliy. "The question then is does your company mean nothing to you then?"

[__kiki.]

Long, slender fingers reached out and grasped the whiskey glass firmly, shifting it slightly to the side so it made a gentle rasping sound against the wood of the bar. The diagonal move almost reminded him of chess, one of his favorite games. It was a game of stragety, skill, and a lot of wits; one wrong move could cost the game, and Kaiba loved that unspoken thrill more than anything. It was almost like living on the edge, causing some excitement in his otherwise very routine and rigid life. When was the last time that he had played a proper game of chess? .. Oh yes, just a few days ago he was teaching Mokuba some strageties and his pager had went off; the shrill sound alerted him that he had scheduled a surprise buisness meetin and he had to leave the broken-hearted boy alone in the mansion.. all for his company.

His company. Seto had a love/hate relationship with Kaiba Corp. It was almost his addiction; he knew it would end up being bad for him, but he needed it, he craved it. When Fu addressed him, his cobalt gaze fixed on her and his eyes slipped to her chest openly before meeting her eyes. Her question caused Kaiba to chuckle dryly, and he replied in a cool and concise manner. "My company means too much to me. Without me, it's nothing and without it, I am nothing. It's a simple relationship." Sometimes that relationship cost him a lot of precious things in life, but he had learned to accept that the formula for success involved a measure of loss.

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[+!Dori!+]

His eyes reminded her of someone elses, only just a hint of less warmth. It was strange how we all found someone else in another as this rigid figure seemed to be slightly maybe enjoying himself or rather loathing. Who really knew with that vibrant cherry pressed to her lips and just begging to be let in or out before her blossoms just gobbled it up. Fu was sure he was the kind of guy that really didn't care about anything that wasn't green or a 5' by 3' paper with some number and name attached. One reasons she didn't care wether he glanced at her chest or a single eyelash upon her painted lids. He was the type that meant business in everything and gloated back at his office to no one.

As aduioable as the words were, she was wrapped into her own thoughts about his motives that she prayed he didn't see the slight adjustment in her statue. With eyes slightly larger from the stuness, she regained herself just as quickly with a passing thought through lips. "Sounds like your only relationship really." The tigeress couldn't help it since she was genrally a loud and outgoing with people she knew. But they'd been talking for so long she really didn't mind if he reacted to the comment or not. It really did seem like he had nothing better to do then tinker in office supplies and toys for high tech kids that couldn't socialize.

[__kiki.]

It was odd to think, but more or less Seto Kaiba and Fu Sohma had come to an agreement of sorts. On some unspoken level, they understood each other's motives and for that, Kaiba grudgingly offered her his respect. He didn't say anything aloud, of course, but his body language was a good indicative of his feelings toward her. His posture was slightly more relaxed and open, his hair slightly messy from when he'd run his hand through it and the cigarette drooping at the end. He looked human, the cold exterior only emerging when he spoke.

When he realized how quiet the bar had become, he was glad that he had turned all his annoying technology off. Sure, he was getting a panicked feeling building in his chest but he was ignoring it well for a night of silence. The first thing on his mind was his company, but just for this evening he'd put it aside for himself. Kaiba removed the cancer stick from his lips and watched the smoke trail from the corners of his mouth in thin, wispy tendrils. How ironic that he was keeping company with someone that seemed his polar opposite. He didn't mind her, however, so they couldn't be too different. They were just in two different worlds.

After Fu had uttered her cheeky remark, Kaiba fixed his frigid glare on her and searched her eyes for long moments. After an additional tense second he snorted, but his eyes never left hers. "Very clever, Sohma," he replied evenly, amusement evident in his tone. It had been a long time since he'd actually had an intelligent conversation, seeing as most of the time he didn't talk to people his age or he just barked orders to his inferiors. This was a nice change of pace, he decided, but he'd never let Fu know. "I won't argue with you there. You have a point. I choose to make it my only relationship."

His eyes glittered. It wasn't as if he hadn't dated before, he just eventually stopped because his priorites were set to a different scale than everyone elses. Work first, then everything else in a casual disarray. "However, I don't quite see you with a boyfriend. What did you do, beat his ass to the ground?" Seto tilted his head towards her, the infuriatingly handsome smirk on his lips.

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