Since ever since, I have been in love with the boy who delievered our morning paper. It was never a question of sexuality or even romantic orientation, I found that I didn't care for such things. And I found myself in love with the idea of him. I was only a child, but I was in love. It was not for any reason other than the fact that he was the only other human I knew outside my immediate circle of acquaintences. He was the only person I knew that I didn't live with. He was a fantasy to me, just a wish I had to hold onto in the years of my youth.
Eventually however, he moved away, stopped delivering our mail, and the paperboy that I had found myself so deeply in love with was cut out of my life for good. I never did see him again. It was for the best, things would not have worked out in my favour if I were to have kept this crush, this fondess, if my stepfather were ever to find out, I would have been done for, so this truly was for the best.
Our story starts on a day like any other day in the city of Domino. The sun was beating down on the sidewalks, the sky dotted in clowds. The thrumming sound of cars echoed off the hot streets. We didn't live too close o the city, but we were just close enough to hear the buzz of Domino, to live in the light of the vibrant city I've called home since birth.
On this day, my stepfather was entertaining guests, as he usually did, business was everything to him, business was what controlled his entire life, and he'd be damned if he would spend any given second doing anything that didn't benefit his work in some fashion. The guests he was entertaining, a business partner, a powerful one at that, and his three daughters. As his son it was my responsibility to entertain these girls while he and their father drank themselves sick.
We spent most of the day out in the garden, the girls fawning over me, the youngest having been only twelve, the middle child fifteeen, and the eldest ninteen, a year older than myself. Despite how I acted toward them, indifferently and quiet, they seemed to like me. I wasn't quite sure what it was they found appealing. Yet they seemed to love me.
They wound up staying the night, the girls stuck all in the same bedroom, having opted to do so themselves. I was separated from Mokuba, not allowed to communicate with her. My father did not approve of my having a relationship with anyone he did not like, he hated having her around, he hated that he had to adopt her when he did me. He hated her. He kept me from her as often as possible.
It was something that I had to endure, I was sure that he wouldn't restrain from hurting her if I dared break his rules, he sure didn't keep from doing so to me.
This is something that is unimportant at this time.
It was that next morning, after breakfast, after those people had left our house, it was after all that when he told me his true intentions. He planned to have me marry one of those girls, whichever one, did not matter to him, he just wanted to marry me off to one of those girls for an advantage, to gain the upper hand against this man, just to gain a few more measly inches when it came to his business.
He planned ot marry me to someone I could not care less for. To give me away so easily just to please a partner of his. I would not have it. I would never allow him to get away with this. I wasn't his puppet despite how he treated me like such.
With days past those girls kept coming more and more, their father and my own becoming quite chummy with one another.
It seemed to be the eldest that I was left alone with more often than not. I believed it was safe to assume that it was she who my father had decided upon, or had it been hers? I began to hate this girl for no reason other than the fact that I was being paired up with her against my will.
Eventually, she grew bored of visiting the house, requested that she started seeing me out on town, in the city. Her father hadn't liked the idea at all, it was too dangerous, but somehow she was able to convince him to allow it. It seemed that she had more power over her father than I did, hell, she had more power over my stepfather than I did.
We met on the town several times, never doing more than visiting the local coffee shop. She seemed to have quite the love for that one place. It seemed that way to me, and I could see why. It was not for the drinks, or for the food, not for the atmosphere or the ambience, no, it wasn't any of these things. In fact, it seemed to be for the waiter she continued ot stare at. A teenager, who seemed to be somewhere around our ages, blond hair, honey eyes, his features were soft and yet also strong. He was a sight to see, I could understand why I found her staring at him so often, I too found myself entranced by his looks.
He was the waiter who served us everyday that we came in. The smile he would give us was rather honest, warm and kind, it left me smiling myself, something I had long forgotten how to do. He reminded me of the paperboy in some ways. Just a dream, a hope, something I could never achieve. Yet the girl seemed to think differently.
She brought it up one day in that cafe, a sly smile pressed over her delicate features, it wasn't fitting for her, but who was I to judge?
She spoke in her same voice, this time tinted with a bit of a mischevious air.
"Tell me something Seto…, are you by any chance interested in the waiter?"
I near spit out my drink at her question, but as I was, I had been raised to keep myself poised and emotionless, I dared not show my shock to her. I raised my response soon after.
"I could ask the same question of you."
She gave a rather high pitched giggle, catching the eyes of a few other patrons.
"I only think he's cute, you look at him in a much more longing manner, care to elaborate?"
She wasn't near as oblivious as I had thought her to be. She seemed to catch on to me fairly quickly. I replied as smoothly as I could muster, my words worried, but tone even.
"It seems that you've already figured out, doesn't it? The only question here, is what you'll do next."
She rolled her eyes, spoke.
"It wouldn't be fitting for either of us if I were to tell, not our parents at least."
She then waved the waiter over. Fear held onto me as he approached. I already knew what she had in mind. He stopped at out table, note pad in hand.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
This wasn't the first time I had heard his voice, but it was still just as nice, it helped bring me down from a bit of my panic, only to have said panic rise tenfold.
"Yes actually. My associate here thinks you're really very attractive."
He laughed at that, he actually fucking laughed. As if my self esteem hadn't taken enough of a hit, but then he spoke.
"Well your associate is pretty cute himself."