Accident
"Oops! Looks like I got paint on you again, Kaiba-boy," I say, all too cheerfully.
His icy, blue eyes narrow in suspicion at me. "Just like the last five times you seemed to 'accidently' fling paint at me."
"Tsk, tsk, Kaiba-boy. Are you presuming it was no accident, that I truly meant to dirty your person?"
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting, Pegasus," he states, matter-of-factly, as he turns his attention back to his canvas.
I gasp dramatically, thinking he'd be agitated by my doing so. "Why, I'd never!"
"Uh huh..." He still doesn't look at me, ignoring my dramatics completely, continuing to paint.
In all honesty, I wasn't trying to get him dirty... at first anyways. The first time it really was an accident. I had just put a fresh, good amount of paint on my brush and, because of the hand gestures I often tend to make, ended up flinging some red onto Kaiba's face, contrasting amazingly with those pretty blue eyes of his.
Of course, he was mad, his face almost reaching the same shade of red I used, but he understood it was an accident. Crisis averted.
However, the contrast of those glorious eyes with that color was incredibly intriguing. I couldn't help wanting to see them contrast with another. And that's how this process of me flinging different colors of paint onto this boy came about. At the moment, he was wearing red, orange, pink, yellow, green, and, now, purple paint on his clothes and skin he had exposed. Luckily, he wasn't wearing his normal attire of an expensive trench coat and leather pants. Instead, he opted to wear a plain blue t-shirt and jeans just as I decided to dress down as well.
I caught myself starring at the paint splatters against his skin in particular. His whole body was like a canvas, as if it needed some color on that pale, white skin. With or without color, though, I'll admit, I'd still stare. He was a piece of art every moment of everyday and he doesn't even realize it. Here he is, sitting not three feet away, with every action, every movement drawing my eye to him. He truly was made to be painted.
"You know, I only agreed to this painting session to get you to sign my contract, not to be stared at," he reminds me, not even sparing me a glance.
I smile, returning my attention back to my own canvas. "I am well aware of that."
"Then why do you keep doing it?"
I shake my head a little at his lack of understanding. So oblivious. "A smart boy like you should easily be able to come to your own conclusion on that."
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever," he tells me, seemingly dropping the topic, but I can tell he's still mulling over my words. He's trying to figure me out, he's curious. And, as long as he's curious, he'll keep coming around. That's all I ask for.
We continue painting in silence.
I occasionally glance at him, noticing the way his tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth when in deep concentration. It's a small, pink flash of color, lighter than the pink I threw on his shirt.
Sadly, I don't believe I'd be able to get away with flinging another color of paint onto him. I suppose I'm just stuck painting him.
A.N. Ruby of Raven here!
Yes, this is Toonshipping! XD My first time writing it, and, actually, I'm quite proud of this little one-shot I came up with. My friend, Dark Rabbit, gave me the prompt of "Clean". Oddly enough, I did the opposite.
Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I had fun writing it. REVIEW!
Oh, and as the last little side note: I do not own any part of Yu-Gi-Oh!
