Disclaimer: I don't really own Seto, I only chain him up in my basement for indefinite amounts of time. The mysterious letter writer isn't mine either.
Warning: Slash! That means a boyXboy relationship. It's Shounen-Ai, meaning it will only include boys making out, not other more explicit things. That stands for the time being. But I never do know what my fingers will type out…
RF: This is a little slash piece I'm writing. I'm not telling you the pairing, it's meant to be a surprise. I warn you, I have almost no time for writing, so don't expect decent updates. The chapters will probably be short too, just because I'm so bad at writing long chapters. Quality over quantity, after all. I don't know where I'm going with this either…Just that it involves a lot of e-mails. . On with the fic!
-Pale skin, almost white, unblemished and untouched.
Red lips the color of cherries, don't get used too much.
Sharp nose, slightly upturned, makes for a sharp profile.
Chin sharper still, curved perfectly, a charm of beguile.
Tongue tinged pink, sticks out when hard work calls,
Let's lose with stinging wit that rings throughout the halls.
And eyes-oh eyes-of perfect blue, the color of the sea.
A frozen ice wasteland that burrows so deep within me.
Hair the color of chestnuts, and the tall slender frame
A fierceness, animalistic, ambition that can't be tamed.
The cold walls of self-exclusion give me such a fright.
Sometimes I wonder, when I can't get to sleep at night.
Why it is you act that way to all the people around you?
Is it because their stupidity simply astounds you?
Or is it something deeper, a need to hide your true self?
Or a need to take your soul out and put it high upon the shelf?
A devilish smirk lights you up with beams from far above.
So now I tell you simply. You are my one, my only, my love.
-Signed, your secret admirer-
Click. Send.
"You've got mail!" chirped the deep yet cheerful voice of the AOL mail announcer. Frustrated, Seto was determined to ignore it. He had more important things to do, like work on the schematics for his new game system. The color display was all wrong. No, he certainly didn't have time for nonsense.
The little envelope kept dancing. It did a jig left, it did a jig right. Bouncing back and forth. It wiggled to the left and then to the right, then back to the left. It did a back-flip. Really, it was getting irritating. Seto tried to ignore it, even closed the screen that had it. But it kept popping back up and boogieing.
So finally he clicked it, if only to shut it up. The message popped up immediately. Cerulean blue eyes scanned the page, astonished. Though he was unaware, Seto's mouth was parted in the smallest expression of amazement possible. After a few moments, he subconsciously closed it. But his eyes remained wide. All his movements had stopped. His fingers weren't tapping impatiently on the desk, his foot wasn't tapping impatiently on the floor. Even his breathing appeared to have stopped.
A love note? To him? Who in the world would be writing a love note to him?
Perhaps it was just a joke. Yes, he decided that must be it. Some foolish practical joker in his class had discovered his e-mail and was now writing fake love letters to him in an attempt to shame him. Probably Yugi's pet, the puppy who called himself a duelist. Simultaneously he decided it wasn't funny.
Hitting the reply button at the top of the page, Seto typed out a quick reply to the note. It read something like this:
-Listen loser, I don't need to be disturbed by your pathetic attempts to embarrass me. I have a job to do. Your little joke really isn't funny. I'm not laughing. Please make no further attempt to contact me again or I may have to call up the company and have them track you down so I can personally kick your ass. Signed, Seto Kaiba-
After sending that he figured that would be the end. The prankster would realize that he was quite serious in his threat to call the company and hunt him down, that it was entirely within his power, and not bother him any longer. He nodded to himself and went back to work.
No sooner had he pulled up his blueprints, however, when the annoying voice sounded again.
"You've got mail!" Sometimes he wondered who that man was. When he called up AOL he'd have to remember to ask that too, so a hit could be put out on the guy. Without wasting time trying to ignore it he opened it up and read what he assumed to be some idiotic reply. He was stunned again; only four words were written on the page.
-This is no joke.-
The empty silence rang in his ears for ages. His eyes were unfocused on the computer screen. Unbeknownst to him, his had gone quite pale and also knocked over several important papers. Not a joke? Then what?
As he recovered, a smirk crept up into Seto's icy eyes. Of course. He was, after all, rather handsome. Not to mention his amazing skills at duel monsters, poker, and any other game shoved under his nose if you gave him three seconds. Then naturally there was his wealth, his stunning businessman ship, the fact that he owned his own company at sixteen. Don't forget the IQ of one hundred eighty two. It was only natural for some teenage girls to be fawning over him. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if there was a secret club somewhere. A secret fan club dedicated to him. Yes, that made perfect sense. After all, if Devlin got one why shouldn't he have one?
Still, he could not tolerate a love life interfering with his already over-busy work schedule. He was an important man, with important things to do. There was no time for such a childish affair as love. Whoever this secret admirer was, he'd just have to break her heart. One time of many that he foresaw in the future. Maybe there was already a support group ready to handle it. In any case, it wasn't his concern. With a few quick clicks and steady quick fingers he had his response.
-Not a joke you say? Well in that case, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm sure this won't come as a shock to you, but I have a very important life. I'm very busy. I have no time for such a trivial thing. Please don't grow embittered, it's my only option for you. Again, I am sorry. Sincerely, Seto Kaiba-
He sent the e-mail and pulled up his diagram page, thinking that to be the end of it. Oh how very wrong he was.
RF: Oh! I forgot to tell you. Mostly when I write I put things in italics, but then makes them change to normal writing. So I've started putting them in between dashes too. So all words like this "-blah-" are meant to be italicized. And might also erase my page breaks. If it does it might get a tincy bit confusing as to where my story ends and authoress notes begin, but you shouldn't be too confused. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed the fic and please review! I might just die if you don't (or at the very least not continue)!