Okay, I'm only going to say this once: I don't own YGO, never have, never will. Although considering I've had more fun with it in the past 5 years than Takahashi has, maybe he ought to give me ownership.
The roses stand between them on the table. First rule of setting tables in restaurants: Don't put the flowers in the middle. But Seto is glad they're there. He likes not having to show his face. He sent the invitation, yes, he sent it. But even while he was writing it, even while he was getting it ready to go out in the mail, there were all the other invitations, the ones he started and didn't finish, the ones he tore up and threw in the trash, and then took the trash downstairs himself, to make sure Mokuba didn't see them.
He sent this invitation though. And it was accepted. They're both sitting here like they're made out of porcelain. Perfect gentlemen, both of them, bowing when they're supposed to, and saying "thank you", and speaking when they're spoken to.
Seto wonders what would happen if he moved the flowers. He wonders what would happen if he tore them out of their vase, ripped their velvety red petals, off of the green stems, and threw them onto the ground. He wonders what would happen if he told Yami that he loved him. What would the other say, if he took hold of his hands, if he looked into those eyes that are the same deep red as the roses, and said, "I love you, stay with me for at least one night, before you go back to your Other."
He's a Kaiba, he tells himself, and Kaibas don't beg. The bread comes. Seto takes a slice and passes the basket to Yami. Time passes. The minutes stretch by, more and more of them, and the more that go by, the harder it is to start talking. Kaibas don't go home unsatisfied, either, but it looks like he'll be the first one.