A/N: Just short, almost pointless, silly drabble. This is just to hack at my writer's block:) Enjoy!

Kaiba glanced irritably at his datebook calendar, his fingertips absentmindedly drumming on the desktop.

Three months, he thought, narrowing his eyes a bit. Three months. It's getting too boring, too predictable. Too – blah.

With a slight frown, he picked up a pencil, and made a hasty entry on the calendar for that evening.

Break up with Jou.

Dropping the pencil back on the blotter, he sat back with a sigh. Resting his chin on his fingertips, he closed his eyes as he contemplated the task before him.

He knew what would happen when he got home that night. There would be quiet words – at first – which would quickly escalate to shouting, screaming, tears (although not on his part – heaven forbid!), and more likely than not, some broken objects. Then Jou would storm out, slamming the door as hard as he could, and that would be it.

Kaiba knew that after that, he would be more unapproachable than usual, more cold and distant. He would be angry constantly and easier to criticize anyone and anything (except Mokuba, of course, who was the only one safe from his wrath, really). A few employees would likely lose their jobs, a few duelists would lose some duels, and more than a few pencils would lose their life when he would snap them in half in irritation.

But –

Opening his eyes, Kaiba sat forward and picked up his datebook. Leisurely flicking through the pages, he stopped exactly ten days from today's date. Opening his desk drawer, he withdrew a slim silver pen. Uncapping it, he boldly made an entry in the book, writing with a flourish, before placing the pen back in the drawer. With a smirk, he glanced down at his writing.

Make up with Jou.

Standing and shrugging into his ubiquitous trench coat, Kaiba permitted himself a small smile as he thought about THAT task. He knew that there would be soft words, kind gestures, tears (again not on his part – show weakness? Ha!), and gentle touches that led to burning desires fulfilled. He would feel complete again, and as happy as he would allow himself to be.

At least until the boredom overwhelmed him once more, and the cycle started all over again.

But, Kaiba thought, as he closed the door to his office and turned towards the exit, making up is the best part of it all.

Opening the door of his car, he reached for his cell phone and pressed a preprogrammed button. As the car started and he pulled smoothly out onto the street, a cheerful voice picked up on the other end of the line. Shouldering the phone, Kaiba spoke.

"Jou, it's me. Meet me at my house tonight – we need to talk…"

A/N: Well, that's it. I'm going to write one more part, with Jou's POV. And hopefully someday soon, I'll have another chapter of my main story, All IEver Had,written. –sigh- I'm so blocked on that story. I'm sorry:)