Hey. This is a quick story I thought up yesterday on a six hour car drive. This'll be my first time using Japanese honorifics, so I hope I do it right. Please review. Cheers!

Prologue

"I can't tell you how much this means to me, Kaiba," said the beauty sitting next to him. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Yoshie. She dabbed more lip gloss on as she stared into a pocket mirror, her coal black eyes looking for any imperfections not covered by her makeup. Her thick, glossy black hair had a rebellious streak dyed red.

Kaiba had taken her to the gala he had been invited to, hosted by an important CEO. The card had said to bring a date, there will be dancing. Seeing as it was only common courtesy to go, he picked up Yoshie, a model, one of the many girls who waited – hoped – for the day when the great Kaiba Seto would take them on a date. The two of them now were sitting at one of the many white round tables. Their dishes had just been taken away, and someone spoke into the microphone, saying that it was time to dance.

Yoshie snapped her mirror shut and slipped it and her lip gloss into her small black purse. She was wearing a strapless dark blue dress that shimmered in the lights of the ballroom. It was tight down to her hips before it flared, reaching mid-thigh. He himself was wearing a dark blue Armani suit, a black dress shirt, and a white silk tie. Kaiba stood up and offered his hand to his date. She smiled prettily, putting her hands – nails painted sky blue, a white flower on her thumbs – in his. She let him gently hoist her up.

As they danced, Kaiba was lost in thought, his feet leading without need of his mind. This wasn't actually his first date with Yoshie. The press had made a big deal about it when he first went out with her, as they did with any other girl. So he supposed she was his current "official girlfriend."

Yoshie wasn't his first "official girlfriend" either. For image reasons, he's had multiple. However, neither one lasted long. It was fun at first, sure, but soon there came a time when he couldn't stand them. He either found them annoying, or he grew tired of them. And so he dropped them (sneakily, of course) and found another. After all, one could only have fun making one girl infatuated with him for so long until a fresh face and mind was required.

He twirled her just as the latest song ended. She beamed at him, and he nodded in reply. She glanced at her rhinestone watch and groaned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. "The night's still young, but I have a photo shoot early tomorrow morning, and if I don't get some sleep, I'll be so irritable…"

Kaiba nodded. "I understand," he said. "I'll take you home.

He stood in front of the car as she walked up to the door of her apartment complex, hips swaying sexily and strappy heels clicking. He watched her unlock the door and pause.

She means nothing to me, he decided. Perhaps it was time to drop her…

She turned around. "Would you like to come up to my room?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Sure," he replied.

She is disposable.

The chapters will be short, I'll warn you now. Cheers!