Summary: Seigfried and Seto talk ... yeah, see what happens when it gets sunny and I get french tests sprung on me at nine in the morning.
Disclaimer: I am but a poor secondary school student without a penny to her name, let alone a big money making show.
Cold
So cold. He's so very, very cold. I wonder why? How can somebody with so much passion be so cold? Strange things, these clever poor boys.
"Kaiba?"
No answer. He defeated me, there is no need for him to be rude on top of it!
"Kaiba! Damnit, isn't my defeat enough?"
So cold, those eyes that glare at me. The smirk he'd famous for tweeks at his lips, and he turns to face me. Tall, handsome, a voice that could take the knees out from under any woman he cared to talk too. Cold though. How can he be so damn cold?
"Yes?" he drawls, sounding irratated and strangely amused at the same time.
I glare, what else can I do? The boy I have hated my whole life, the boy who had only to smirk and order and somebody would instantly follow. A boy I convinced myself to be a cheat, because these clever poor boys can never do anything without cheating. This boy, who stole my breath with every word, and froze my heart with his cold, cold eyes.
"I ... I'm sorry ..."
He blinks, startled. Suspicious, devestatingly beautiful but blindingly cold eyes press themselves close to mine.
"What?" sharp as the ice that blows from his being, the word fires itself at my face.
Pride. That's one sin I've always been guilty of. Pride and wrath. I can't bring myself to repeat my apology, so I stare him down instead. He doesn't flinch, but draws back, holding my gaze the whole time. Then, he smirks again and turns.
"Pegasus would have liked you better anyway, you're as insane as he ever was,"
I blink, slowly, staring at him. Though he's cold, devestaingly so, I do believe he's just apologised as well. Staring at his retreating back, watching the folds of his snow white coat billow out behind his terribly black boots, I can't help but smile.
"No," I call, "It's the clever, poor boys that the insane one's always want! It's no fun unless you can scare somebody!"
He drops his head, and turns, not quite smiling but not quite not.
"I hate you, Seigfreid von Schroder."
"Feelings mutual, Seto Kaiba!"
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Okay, it's random, it's OOC, but I can't help but feel proud of this fic. Tell me if it's worth being proud of, yeah? Condstructive crit is very welcome, flames will be used to shoo the mutant cockroachs that are breeding in our garden shed. Happy landings, y'all!
Oh, before I forget, Seigfreid referring to Seto as a 'clever poor boy', well, it just came to me cuz' I don't think Seigfreid ever felt Seto deserved his money, and only got where he is by being clever and cheating his way to the top. Hence, 'clever poor boy'. The phrase came from some ep of Saiyuki.