Title: P l e a s e K I S S m e r I g h t n o w!
Author: s u I k a's w I n d o f t h e c e l e s t I a l
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Seto x Yami
Summary: Boastful, naïve and hot-headed high school student, Yami, believes he is good at everything in life. So good that he reaches the point of lying to others just to get their attention. However, everything changes when his first kiss is stolen by rich and arrogant businessman Seto Kaiba. Unable to cope with the situation, Yami, driven by furious demand, agrees to do whatever Kaiba wants him to in order to reveal the kiss' real intentions. However, little does he know that one kiss can make a big difference to his life…
A/N: I re-posted this story because its way too long so now it's divided into two chapters. So anyway, I was inspired by two sources – firstly, from the art piece by RAPAN online with the same title of 'Please kiss me! Right now!' –great site, go check it out!- and the Korean movie, 100 Days with Mr. Arrogant. –great film, must watch!– Plus, I was inspired by the brilliant stories of the beautiful animesoulxD (why won't you update?). So I hope this story would tickle your senses!
I must say, I'll have to thank my partner-in-crime, the notorious Koshi Noriko, who's helped me out with ideas and little things that will roll in throughout the fic bows lowly "Sssank you!" It was very fun thinking up so many mischievous and fun ideas and reasons to why these two should seriously end up together!
And now, all prideshipping lovers and Yugioh devotees… – punches air with victory as balloons pop and confetti rains around – …on with the fic!
"Viva Seto & Yami!"
:C h a p t e r O n e:
"When two magnets of opposite attractions meet, instead of repelling, they find themselves inexorably attracted to each other."
Part I
It was clearly just a typical morning. Just like any other in Domino. The sun shone in its glamorous rays of gold, yellow and orange as it slowly ascended up into the upturned ever so clear blue sky. It was a glorious morning, one that radiated the promise of a wonderful day that will surely lightened up the moods of the city residents as they head off to work and schools. However, not everyone was in the frame of mind to appreciate such superb weather conditions.
Especially a particular teenage boy whose eyes that were inflated due to the swelling of enragement within his small, slender frame.
Oh yes, Yami was not in the best of moods.
Pedestrians, beware.
Yami dashed down the busy street, his lithe figure darted through the bustling crowd, avoiding from any collision from anyone as he gripped the straps of his backpack, hoisting it continuously upon his shoulders while rubbing away the sleep that resided in a crimson orb with the back of his hand. He swerved around a corner and picked up his pace, seeing the street he journeyed upon had a few number of travellers upon it. It really was such a glorious day – to be late for school.
"Darn, I'm late!"
His chest rose and fell heavily as he forced the oxygen around him in and out of his lungs, his arms pumped by his sides in rhythm with the swift strides of his slender legs. The current of air whooshed past his frame, streaking through the unique wild mass of black, red and gold tresses that were naturally spiked up into an impressive flare. The golden bangs that framed his attractively sculptured face whipped about in a frenzied dance, revealing the startling crimson orbs that bore the spirit of a seething fire of frustration.
Heavens, how he really hated the world now.
He couldn't believe. He, the great Yami, is actually late for school – not to mention that he had a History test to sit for that morning!
A gritting of teeth.
A narrowing of eyes.
And a foul curse.
Oh, Yami really was not in the best of moods.
Now comes the real question.
Why?
A simple thing that led to a very simple answer.
"Why didn't I change the damn batteries of that stupid alarm clock? How on earth can I be that forgetful?"
Voila.
Behold the powerful effect of absent-mindedness.
Lifting his wrist up to his eye level, the crimson orbs interlocked with the burnished black watch that embraced his thin wrist, the white clock face stared up at him as the black hands indicated the seconds that were ticking by.
8.47 a.m.
Time destined to arrive – 9.00 a.m.
Distance – about eight blocks away.
Teacher – Miss Yamada, the tantrum-throwing banshee.
Not good.
A minute late in Miss Yamada's class was no laughing matter. It would result to having the doors of the class being locked to keep away late students until the period ended. It would result to Yami having to go through the annoying wild bushes that surrounded the east side of the school. It would result to him climbing up the dangerously thin and doubtfully supportive cherry blossom tree that reached out to his classroom window. It would result to him having to slip in through the classroom window quietly before the banshee-of-a-teacher would bellow her lungs out like there was no tomorrow. And it would seriously result to him having to attend class with leaves, sticks and pink petals in his hair! It would seriously result to having a painful blow at his reputation.
No, he won't let that happen.
Picking up the pace, the tri-coloured haired boy broke into a sprint and he hurried down the street as fast as his legs and lungs could manage. He clutched the straps of his backpack tightly, the bag swayed against his back wildly as the pointless books within it slumped from side to side. Swerving around another corner, he carried on running while his mind wandered towards the formation of countless strategies and excuses that were to be used once he reached school and braced himself for the wrath of the school's very own banshee. The mechanical gears of his mind rotated as many ideas piled up in a huge mass within his head. There were so many ideas that it was satisfying.
Now, comes the problem.
Which one to use?
I don't know.
Then choose one.
There are too many.
Just choose whatever.
My head hurts.
Brat, you barely even thought of something!
I am thinking!
Upon pondering on whatever excuse there was to use against his teacher, Yami had not notice the sleek black limousine that that had parked on the side of the road, in front of a well-known prestigious and lucrative business tower. He had not notice the well-uniformed driver who had deferentially opened the passenger door; his eyes were concealed by a pair of equally sleek dark glasses that hid away his identity. He had not notice the lean and imposing figure of a man with lustrous chestnut tresses and highly defined eyes of subliminal blue as he stepped out of the car, a cold and grave expression upon his gorgeous features that reflected off such arrogance as a sleek metallic cellular phone was held to the base of his ear. His gracious mouth curled back into a slight snarl as he quietly conversed into the mouthpiece.
Look out!
By the time youth looked up, it was already too late and his small figure collided into the man's taller brooding one. The man, caught by surprise by the sudden impact, lost his balance and fell to the ground, the cell phone had slipped from his grasp and landed beside the smaller body in a hard thud that instantly ended the call that had been recently made.
With the knowledge of him being late, the teenager instantly recoiled from his clumsy sprawl and climbed back up to his feet. There was no way is he going to end up being late to embarrass himself in front of his class while being screeched at by his teacher.
No way.
Without even thinking, his eyes drifted down to the person that he had crashed into.
Shades of fiery crimson clashed with intense piercing azure.
The man stared at him; a startled look cradled his handsome features.
A silent moment of unwavering stares.
Not even a blink.
Before there were any exchanges of words between the two males, the youth tore his gaze away from the other and continued running towards his destination as the thought of being late constantly assaulted his mind, just as of a paintbrush being slashed across a piece of canvas. He ran off and left the man in a momentary shock of stunned silence.
Seto Kaiba smirked into the call he was recently on, the iciness lingered behind his derisive azure eyes, "Oh, don't get me wrong. This is a very promising deal…"
A narrowing of eyes was followed with the curve upon the brunet's upper lip into a sneer at the response made on the other side of the line. His grip tightened around the sleek metallic phone, pressing it closer to the base of his ear as his mouth lingered near the mouthpiece.
"I see…how very interesting…is that so…?"
With a brief glance to the corner of his eye, the young businessman caught sight of a business tower that stood erected upon the ground, the sheer glass windows reflected off the rays of the sun, allowing the building to look even more grand and influential than ever. The limo came to a stop.
Boy did that sneer widened even more.
Who wouldn't?
The business belonged to him. He was the owner of one of the internationally recognized and powerful businesses on the planet. He owned Kaiba Corporation, the ever expanding and money-spinning business in all of Japan and in its neighbouring countries. Hell, he had everything than he could ever want. Power literally danced in the palm of his hand. The young man was able to do and get anything he wanted. Whatever the price.
"Why don't we meet up later on this afternoon and get this goddamn thing settled? I'm sick and tired of waiting for a conformation since the last week. Your delays are infuriating; it's time to make up your mind."
How blunt.
Well, that's Seto Kaiba for you. No flowery talk, just straight to the point.
The passenger door of the car opened and his driver, Roland stood there, bowing as a minor sweep with the arc of his hand was made.
A curt nod was given to his employee and the blue-eyed billionaire climbed out slowly, taking his time with ease as he remained well-composed in his conversation within his phone. His blue eyes lifted to the business tower, examining every little detail of it with his business-trained eyes. A small frown lingered upon the well sculptured visage of the young man.
Eyes narrowed with slight disdain.
"Yes, I said this afternoon. I expect you to be there. No more delays."
Feet placed firmly upon the pavement, he took a step forward.
"Are you deaf or something? Yes, I told you, we are to meet this – oof!"
A sudden force collided into his side and, being taken back, toppled him off balance. The collision was so sudden that the brunet had no time to retain his stability upon the ground. Instead, gravity took hold of the reins and tugged hard, allowing him to fall over and land on his side.
A gruff 'oomph!' followed.
The grip around his cell phone loosened and it slipped.
A smaller body landed beside him.
A hard thud collided in between them.
The call was instantly ended.
Seto Kaiba lifted himself off the ground and propped himself on an elbow.
A blink of revelation.
What. The. Heck. Happened.
Suddenly, as if being electrocuted, the smaller body jumped and climbed back up to his feet quickly. He looked like he was about to take off again. Wait, hold that thought. The boy looked down at him.
Shades of fiery crimson clashed with intense piercing azure.
The blue-eyed billionaire merely stared, surprised for a brief moment when those eyes came into contact with his own.
Those eyes…
They were crimson.
A silent moment of unwavering stares was passed from one another.
Not even a blink.
Before there were any exchanges of words between the two males, the youth tore his gaze away from the other and continued running towards his destination, wherever it was. The glorious sunshine bathed his lithe form that dashed down the street, the impressive flare of black, red and gold danced in the luminous surroundings. He just turned and left.
Just like that.
Seto Kaiba simply sat there; the iciness behind those blue orbs had melted away and reflected off the raw emotion of obvious surprise. The shock of the sudden collision had numbed the gears of his mind and muscles to function properly. If anyone who was familiar with the man's unruffled and ever so cool demeanour saw this moment, my, it sure was a moment that was too precious to forget. For the brunet was totally stunned.
And to top it off, the 'stunned' package was complete with wide inflated eyes and a slightly dropping jaw.
What a view.
But as soon as it came, it disappeared, and was replaced by an icy mask of utmost outrage. The azure eyes hardened into two thin pieces of carefully sculptured ice, specifically designed with both hate and disbelief.
Just who does he think he is?
The brunet was utterly taken aback, scratch that, he was downright furious. It was just simply unacceptable. How dare he, a despicable little brat, simply crash into him, HIM, the Seto Kaiba. The tall, ever hostile and unreservedly detached CEO of the multi-national business of Kaiba Corp. And to make things even deplorable, the boy ran off without even apologizing, for crying out loud! The nerve! Oh, might I just add that the collision had knocked him off balance and caused him to fall onto the dirty pavement.
A gritting of teeth.
To fall in public was not something that the brunet would simply forget, let alone forgive, in one day. Oh, no. He wouldn't be able to forget it in a lifetime.
That boy was utterly indecorous!
"Mr. Kaiba! Sir! Are you alright?"
The driver picked up his employer's cell phone and helped the CEO up to his feet; a neat white handkerchief was produced and was now being furiously dusted against the young man's long pristine white trench coat, removing the dirt that clung onto the obviously expensive garment.
The azure eyes remained transfixed onto the disappearing figure of the boy before him. An instant replay of the events before flickered through his mind. The icy orbs narrowed with revulsion. He rudely pushed his driver to the side.
How he hated being ignored.
"Mr. Kaiba –?"
Before the uniformed man could even finish his articulation, the CEO broke into a run as he attempted to catch up with the teenager. The long trench coat rippled as the currents of air rushed past his form, swishing around those long slender legs. The pair of sculptured blue ice hardened.
There was one thing that people found very intimidating and frightfully scary about Seto Kaiba and that was when he was in a foul mood. The fouler he was, the more dangerously terrifying.
That boy is really asking for it, the brunet thought, bristled as he found the target at hand a mere yards away from him.
Oh, he was really going to get it.
One whole heap of it.
"Hey! You in the uniform!"
Late, late. Late, late.
God, that word just cannot leave his mind alone now, can it?
Constantly gazing at his watch, he carried on running through the city park as the thoughts and possibilities of the adversities he was going to face in school later constantly picked on his mind. Darn it, couldn't it leave him alone for one freaking minute? Yami shifted the straps of his backpack on his shoulders once again.
Eleven minutes.
Just how can he reach there in exactly eleven minutes?
Luck was definitely against him today.
Right then, it seems he was left with no choice but to sprint all the way to school like a madman. Maybe a little screaming might be added too, you know, just to let all the frustration out.
Yes, that seemed just fine. Bring it on!
Just as he was about to pick up the pace and throw it all out into one heck of a sprint, a sharp bark behind him made his heart and movements stop altogether.
"Hey! You in the uniform!"
Upon instinct, Yami glanced at the corner of his eye when he was able to catch a glimpse of a long white trench coat that swayed elegantly in slight swift movements within a slight breeze about a daunting lean figure as the man he had crashed into earlier approached him in swift angry strides. Remarkable isn't it, how that coat just flared out and defy the laws of gravity as it maintain that position without being ruffled much in the wind. But that wasn't what caught the crimson eyed boy's attention greatly. Forget the trench coat. Check out those eyes! Oh, those blue eyes were flaring – the man was literally on the verge to bellow his lungs out like there was no tomorrow.
Oh god, help us.
Crap, Yami thought as he continued walking, quickening his steps, I have to get out of here before he catches up with me.
The tri-coloured haired boy hoisted the straps of his backpack onto his shoulders agitatedly and quickened his steps into vigorous, swift strides across the pavement. His navy school jacket swished against his slender frame as a slight breeze picked up and whooshed past him, pulling the remarkable streaks of his hair back. The clutch around the straps tightened as his ears picked up the sound of the man's footsteps equally quicken as well.
In fact, they sounded too close.
No way.
Yami broke into run; his hands released the straps and were clenched tightly into balls as he proceeded to pump them by his sides as he ran. He would have done so, even scream his lungs out like a madman as intended before, if it weren't for the strong hand that grabbed his wrist that jerked him back ever so roughly. Startled by such force, he blinked and turned around before lifting his crimson gaze up to the man to stare at him with incredulity.
Blue…it was so deep…
Just like the ocean.
They glowered at him, such piercing eyes they were too, burning into his vision with much rage and affront while hardening and narrowing with threat. A threatening hiss was breathed upon him as the grip around his wrist tightened, "Are you deaf or something? I was calling you."
Yami defiantly stared at the man, crimson eyes darkened into a dangerous shade of bloody red. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm already running late for school and if I don't get there on time –"
A tug was attempted to free himself from the man's grasp.
Only to be returned with a tightening grip and a retort that cut the youth's articulations short, "Do I care?"
The boy frowned, the small downturn curve of his lips protruded out childishly, obviously showing off his dislike towards the other, "Let go of me."
Another tug.
The grip tightened once again.
Crimson orbs narrowed.
Another tug was attempted.
The man kept his grasp.
It seems he really did not want to let go.
Prick.
Yami tried again, "Will you let go of me? I'm already late."
A narrowing of blue eyes, "Not until you explain the purpose of you hurtling into me and the intention to why you have no indignity that you just ran off without at least acting contrite. Now, talk. I'm sparing a lot of my valuable time for you so you better make it worthwhile, you obnoxious brat."
Go ahead. Speak.
Yami pursed his lips into taut line.
He did not like his entitlement.
Obnoxious brat? Why that no good –!
A rough yank was followed with a fierce demand, "Let go, damn it!"
The man appeared unfazed. To be exact, there was a small hint of amusement residing behind those clear pieces of ice.
"You really are stubborn, aren't you? Or do you simply do not understand the meaning of 'explain'? Is your head that thick or do I have to smack it so the words will sink in? Or should I say it –"
"I SAID LET GO OF ME, BASTARD!"
And with that, the youth had managed to shove the older man away from him with all the strength he could muster up, causing the brunet to stagger back a step with surprise. His grip instantly loosened around the smaller wrist. Seizing the chance, Yami jerked his arm from the man's grasp and broke into a run, his slender legs swept across the pavement in swift hasty actions.
Hoisting his backpack upon his shoulders once again as he ran, the youth glanced at his watch. A foul curse escaped past his pliant lips.
Now he was really running late.
Breaking into a sprint, the boy dashed down the path towards his destination where a high risk of locked doors and climbing in through windows awaited with such eagerness for his late arrival.
Oh, and let's not forget the frustrated screaming that accompanied his running.
"I SAID LET OF ME, BASTARD!"
Huh?
Before the blue-eyed billionaire could even blink or register what the boy had said, the youth shoved him back with an unbelievable amount of strength. Surprised with the force, the brunet staggered back, managing to retain his balance by holding his ground. However, that caused his grip to loosen around the thin wrist of the boy, who inevitably seized the chance and freed himself.
Seto watched as the boy dashed down the pavement, his backpack swayed against his back as his arms pumped by his sides, picking up the pace to accelerate through the park. He watched as that small lithe form was bathed in the glorious sunshine, the spiky flare of multicoloured streaks radiated in the sunlight, each strand glossed as it swayed in the rushing air currents that swept past him.
The brunet blinked.
Is it just him or is that boy actually howling like maniac while running?
Come again?
As the boy ran, the many onlookers he passed stopped and turned to watch him with a bewildered look on their faces; some even cross their heads wearily, accepting the fact that the boy must be insane.
So he was right.
What a freak.
But that wasn't what was bothering at the moment.
The CEO gritted his teeth in frustration, his eyes blazed like the infernos of hell. No. It was more like the raging seas. Foul curses escaped from his pliant lips, one after another, as his fists were clenched tightly until his knuckles literally turned white.
Oh god was he on the verge to kill.
"Little obnoxious brat…"
Muttering curses under his breath, he rummaged into the depth of his pocket in search of his cellular phone. He growled with aggravation as soon he remembered that he had dropped it earlier when the boy had crashed into him.
"He has severely crossed the line…"
Stupid boy.
He turned on his heel and made his way out of the park, ice-blue orbs inflated and flared. Ooh, how he wanted to grab the boy and wring his neck. Despicable teenagers these days, the brunet thought furiously, someone really needs to knock some manners into their heads.
Quick steps eventually brought him out of the park and back to the city centre, where his business tower was located in. The infamous gravity defying coat swished around his long legs as he walked towards the entrance of the tower where his driver had devotedly waited for his return. He took his cell phone from the uniformed man effortlessly and stormed up the steps to the entrance that led his everyday work life of countless paperwork and reports, firing lousy employees and throwing fits over little small errors. Seto Kaiba was also a perfectionist, of course.
Oh yes, he had returned to his world where he dominated efficiently.
Where everything always went his way.
He stopped before the entrance and looked over his shoulder for a moment.
A brief flashback of a boy with tri-coloured hair and startling crimson eyes flickered past his mind, causing him to frown a little.
A narrowing of azure eyes.
That will be the end of it.
"We are not to cross paths again…"
He had already decided that.
Because if they do…
A small evil smirk curled upon his lips.
"I will surely kill him."
A/N: And there goes our first chapter! How was it? Good? Bad? An absolute blank? Don't say it's a blank! I hope I wrote enough to satisfy readers out there! Especially prideshipping lovers like me! Hmm…what happens then, you might ask? Well, that's for you to find out now, isn't it? -grins-
And that will be the end for this chapter. Now, more importantly, PLEASE REVIEW! I want to know what YOU think! Plus, it'll give me something good to read and probably motivate me to update faster! I'm quite open to ideas and thoughts so please give me some if you would like to! Who knows, if I like it, I'll put it in! And for any criticisms, please be as gentle as you can…it's my first attempt after all. Okay? )
In the next chapter: An odd case involving birds and feathers? A trip to the IT Expo causes two inseparable people to meet once again and…what this? Is it just me and my demented mind or do I sense a nearby KISS? Things are getting hot as ice-cold azure clashes with fiery crimson! Don't miss it! Stay tuned for Part II!
"Viva Seto & Yami!"