Title: Considering Puppies
Couple: SetoxKaiba, Puppyshipping I've heard its called. .
Author: Weird piece of drabble that I had to write while I had the idea and the mood. Not quite written the way I want, but as close as my brain can get to the feelings I had when I felt this piece plop into my head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, Katsuya-san or Kaiba-kun.
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Seto's POV
I can feel him watching me. Sitting patiently on the floor while I type. His gaze trails from me to the monitor and back again. He understands what I'm doing is important, even if he doesn't understand what it is. But a company doesn't run itself. I chance a glance at him while typing.
My beautiful koibito. I smile softly. And I see, for not the first time, how much he is like a puppy after all.
He sits Indian-style on the floor, leaning slightly forward, trying to read my screen no doubt. His eyes are like large orbs of honey and curiosity. And I see in them everything a puppy should be. A curious nature, mischief, adventure, unbridled joy…
A puppy. Waiting patiently for his boy to be done his school work. Waiting for the time to again run, jump and play outside. His bark… his voice, though often loud, is unreserved… Like his manners. When he's hungry, he eats. When he's happy, he beams. When he's sad, he pouts. When he's tired, he does this cute thing with his tongue when he yawns…
And then it strikes me. A puppy becomes a dog. A dog is… More patient, less energetic, reserved, though his love never fades he begins to understand his place is simply beside his boy not with him… And I wonder… And I worry.
I don't want my puppy to become a dog. I want him always to be spirited, energetic, full of laughs and smiles and light. I need his light to bring me life and love. I don't want to be without his irreplaceable love…
He blinks, looking at me, looking worried. I noticed I've stopped typing and some time ago I have turned to face him.
"Seto?" I realize I must look upset and I shut my eyes. Just a second to gather my thoughts.
I feel his hands are on my lap and the weight of his head resting on top of them.
"You okay?"
I slowly open my eyes and gently lift his face so his eyes meet mine. I have to ask. I don't want this to haunt me. For his love to falter, waver or fade. I need to know.
"Jou," I pause, "Will you be a puppy forever?"
-Fin-