YOsh! i'm back wit another Oneshot! i hope nobody minds. THis one just popped into my head while i was listening to music. If anyone is interested the song is called "October and April" by The Rasmus Feat. Anette Olzon. You can listen to it of you want, i think it TOTALLY describes how different Shizuka and Kaiba are but those are the differences that they admire. Enjoy!

DIZCLAIMER: Nope, don't own Yugioh or the song.


I FOUND HER STARING at those dead roses that were thrown hastily away in the trash can again. I sighed, I wonder what does she find so breathtaking about those dead weeds?

"Shizuka…" I began I sighed. She wasn't listening, her eyes were back to those weeds again.

"Hmm?" she replied, she smiled at me and held my hand. Her black-painted finger nails entwined into mine.

Her eyes widened as she placed her small hand over my large ones. She now seems fascinated by how small her hands are next to mine.

"Why do you keep looking at those weeds?" I say. She's now comparing how her fingers barely fit in my palm. My hands were just too big.

We sat right outside Shizuka's favorite eating place. It had a library, a small café and it was lonely and quiet. Just the way I like it too.

She laughs, "They're not weeds, Mr. Kaiba!" she says. I frown; she still calls me 'Mr. Kaiba' despite the fact that we've been together for quite a while now.

"They are still flowers, despite the appearance!" she corrects me.

I sighed again. Funny, for a Goth girl like her to be so optimistic of such small things. Then there's me, a normal man, who is so negative about many things.

How in the world did we end up together?

"Why do you like them so much?" I ask.

To my dismay, she gets up and collects those dead weeds from the garbage. She then brings them back and places them on her lap. Cautiously, she picks up a rose and says, "Look," she slowly turns the rose in front of my face, "It still has a beautiful red color."

My eyes widened, from the corner of my eyes I see her swinging her legs back and forth, flashing her black combat boots. She's so child-like, despite the fact she finds beauty in the oddest things, like rainy days, dark poetry, and grave-yards.

"Ok," I say, "So what?"

She glares at me, or more like pouted, "They are still useful even when they're dead," she says.

She then turns around to the plants behinds us, and places the dead plants on the bed of the flowers growing behind us.

She turns to me and she grins. I couldn't help but to smile back.

To her surprise, I lean in to her and kiss her on her forehead. She blushes, but continues to smile.


So, did anyone bother to listen to the song while reading this? lol! jk! anyways! read n' review! w