A/N: A short little drabble for my OTP, Seto Kaiba and Amelda from "Yu-Gi-Oh!" While this is by no means some stellar piece of fan fiction, I dedicate this to my dear friend, Mandolina Lightrobber. For keeping my muses working and ensuring they never go on vacation, and for being the one who made these two my OTP in the first place.
Title: The Way
Summary: It isn't immediately apparent. You have to look hard, even squint to see it properly. But you can see it if you look hard enough.
Character Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Amelda
Rating: T for hinted yaoi
Disclaimer: I own no characters or events related to "Yu-Gi-Oh!". Not now, not ever. Full credit to Clay Aiken for his song "The Way". It was the inspiration behind this piece, as well as the source material for the sadly unoriginal title.
It isn't immediately apparent. You have to look hard, even squint to see it properly. But you can see it if you look hard enough.
Move
It's in the way pulsing blue finds piercing grey across a room. Two sets of irises, ordinarily cold and unreadable, soften just enough to betray a swirl of emotion that creeps up from the depths of two hearts. One heart is guarded by steel walls, impenetrable and without a key. The other is one most believe does not exist. But when eyes meet, walls crumble and the nonexistent comes to life. No one else sees it, and they betray nothing with words or actions, but promises of later are exchanged in the silent intensity of pulsing blue and piercing grey.
Tease
It's in the way minds and mouths coincide to meet one another in a battle of sarcasm and wit. A duel between two opponents, fought with stubborn wills and deep-seated pride as their weapons. The battle is never truly over. Every day it begins again, and each night there is a different winner.
Want
It's in the way lips lift at the corners and form half-smiles and smirks. A true, genuine smile is never exchanged in the public's eye; perhaps it is never exchanged even in the private moments where prying curiosity cannot see. Or perhaps it is. Or perhaps such expressions are lost amidst more meaningful gestures, when lips meet and a spark fuels the raging fire never quelled between them.
Hold
It's in the way fingers meet in the idle, meaningless exchange of items. Papers, books, pens and pencils and other various items of no concern are passed between long, slender digits. One set is always bare; the other sometimes has the familiar protection of leather fitted around palms and knuckles. The touches do not linger, and they do not take pause. The world does not stop turning when one hand meets the other and fingers brushes along another, but when fingers meet, warmth trickles in a slow, languid path down two spines.
Know
It's in the way two bodies of similar build and construction, with but a small handful of years separating them, come to rest alongside one another in moments of rest. Each comes to rest differently. One sits with a straight spine and proper posture; it no longer knows another way. The other is casual, relaxed and calm with limbs extended slightly along the carpet. No words are exchanged, no acknowledgement of the other's presence is given, but peace settles between both so long as they remain within one another's company.
It isn't immediately apparent. You have to look hard, even squint to see it properly. But you can see it if you look hard enough.
