No, My Last Name Isn't Kaiba (Seto Kaiba X Reader)

Five

Several hours later, you were dressed to impress in the gown you'd picked out earlier with matching flats. Your hair was done in light curls and pinned back from your face, and Suki-chan had applied minimal makeup.

"Let's go," she said, taking your arm and pulling you out of the room. "Mr. Kaiba will meet you downstairs." Both of you descended the grand staircase in the entry hall and joined an equally well-dressed Seto on the ground.

Seto spared a nod for the wonderful young maid, then took your arm and practically dragged you out. A quick glance at his apparel gave you an Armani suit with a blue tie that matched your dress. Great. Now everyone is going to know that we're going as a couple.

Not that that was a bad thing. If Malstrom Corporation was after you, it was nice to know that someone was watching your back. And maybe Jade's.

Once you were in the limousine, you turned to Seto and asked, "Can you have surveillance on Jade, too? Just in case those men decide that the only way to get to me is through my friends.

"Good thinking," Seto replied, taking out his phone. "I'll add it to my to-do list. I'm very glad that we avoided that 'classic' action movie trope."

"I'm just glad that Jade will be a little safer," you muttered, glaring a few daggers at him.

Seto looked up. "No need for the death stare, Miss L/n. After all, once we step out of that car, the whole world knows that we're a happy couple."

You about spit out the... well... spit in your mouth. "I-"

"Contract," Seto reminded you. You cursed yourself mentally for forgetting. Of course!

The only response you could manage was that of the, "Well, that wasn't my worst death stare. If you'd seen my level ten one, you'd be so scared-"

"I'm sure," Seto interrupted. "We're here." He got out of the car first, opening your door for you and reaching for your hand. You realized that many reporters waited behind him with bated breath, so you took his hand and put on a huge smile.

"Mr. Kaiba!" One reporter exclaimed as you got out of the limo. The Japanese speech bombarded your ears. "You've never brought a date to any banquets before- who is this exquisite young woman?"

Exquisite? No one had ever described you that way before, except Takehiko, on the night that you both had met. Still, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself, so you turned away from the cameras, immediately looking to Seto for help. Luckily, he had a plan. Of course.

"Come along, darling," Seto told you, tugging at your arm slightly. "We shouldn't be too late if we hurry."

"Mr. Kaiba! Where on earth did you find this treasure of a girl?"

Okay, that was going too far. You were about to judo flip the reporter who had asked that, but Seto squeezed your arm harshly, telling you silently to stop.

He turned back to the reporters, and, in a rare moment of acknowledging the press, said, "This is Y/n L/n. She is an American girl that I met a few years ago-" spinning lies for the public, as usual, "-and I finally decided to bring her back to Japan so that we may be married."

You need to have a little talk with Seto, likely using a few choice words.

The reporters' clamor rose, prompting Seto to wave them off and pull you up the stairs, shooting a "fond" smile at you every now and then.

Once you were inside and in the long entrance hall, you slapped him immediately. "What the hell was that?" you snapped, clenching your fists.

"It's the only way I can plausibly have you living in my house and not raise suspicions of affairs," Seto replied nonchalantly. He didn't seem fazed by the slap at all! "If I should have asked permission, I'm sorry, but I knew that you would say no."