St. Patrick's Day

Subtitle: The Lucky Four-Leaf Clover

Character: Seto Kaiba

Anime: Yu-Gi-Oh!


I remember once, when I was little and in my home country, my mother always would tell me that luck was with us in all sorts of ways. She had taught me to be a very adept person, and from those teachings I was able to succeed in ways that had not been expected. One of which was in the childish game of duel monsters.

The game had become a lifestyle for me, and from it I had been able to make a name for myself. Mind you, I could never be in the contending with Seto Kaiba or Yugi Moto, but that did not mean there wasn't at least something there to be proud of. From the game, I had met friends, two of which were named just a mere sentence best friend was the King of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, Seto Kaiba of Kaiba Corporation.

Of course, if one spent only a portion of the time I did with the stoic, rudely sharp tempered man, they would not believe it to be called a 'friendship', what with all the jibes and sneers. He was a very complex creature, though not quite so much as others in the dueling racket.

Alas, I had fallen in love with the untouchable CEO. I had witnessed him gallivanting with some of the most beautiful, famous women of the world, and every prayer had been answered when none were kept for more than a week. To be with a beautiful woman with money, either her's or her family's, would not bring both beauty and brains very often.

Today was another one of those days. I was sitting out in the garden with Mokuba, helping him with his homework- which was far to advanced, I personally believed- and trying to stay out of the Kaiba Manor. Once again, Seto was breaking up with another one of the bombshells brought into the home. And once again, my heart beat frantically with hope for the future. Of course, those prayers had never been answered after two long years.

"Why do you think Seto keeps throwing out girlfriends, Augusta?" His question was like nails on a chalkboard, also quite resembling the voice of the newest woman, Hana, and caught me off guard.

"I can't answer that Moki," I run my fingers through my light blonde hair, the blue eyes glancing at the boy. "He just hasn't found the right one yet. Maybe they just aren't his type. Honestly, I really don't have a clue."

He places his pencil down and puts his homework in his book, closing it to complete our little session. He was trying to learn my native language, German, and had grown tired of it. "I think he's just an idiot when it comes to women," he shrugs. "He's never been the type for snobs, and for some reason he seems to always get stuck with one."

Though his comment was rude, it was true. Seto Kaiba had done nothing but chosen the cliché, knock-out, model-type women that found more use with his bank account than with him. "Don't say such things about your brother. He's just troubled, you know this." I ruffle his mop of hair from across the table, leaning back against the cushioned seat with a laugh.

"I wish you'd give it a try once," he murmurs, grinning at my scowl. He knew of my affections towards the elder Kaiba, but had kept a professional confidentiality around him for the sake of our friendship.

I stand from the seat, motioning him to come up with me. The younger brother follows me further into the garden as we hear the irate screaming of another dumped beauty from within the confines of the manor. I didn't like for him to be around that, and considering it was a make-shift holiday furthered my advances on keeping him from ear-shot of the turmoil within.

"Did you know that on St. Patrick's Day, it is customary to wear green?" I chuckle, pinching him lightly on the arm. "And whoever doesn't is supposed to get pinched whenever someone wearing green comes across them."

"Ow!" He laughs, swatting at my hands as we find a nice little tree to sit under. It was a place I normally brought him when Seto was disposing of his newest roommates. "That's not fair Augusta!"

"I wore green!" I motion to my shirt, grinning at him as he tries to pull at my porcelain skin. "No pinching. I have another custom for you too. It's supposed to bring good luck to whoever can find it, especially on this day."

He looks up hopefully, urging me to continue. When I let the boy sit in a comfortable silence, he finally breaks. "Well, what is it?"

I wave my hand towards the field of clovers in front of us. The mowers had not been through recently to dispose of the lovely little weeds, and thus it made for a perfect setting.

"If you find a four-leaf clover, you may either keep it and make a wish, or give it to someone that needs it. I try every year to find one, but I haven't yet. They're rather tricky to spot."

Before I could finish my explanation, he picks up a green little leafy plant and holds it up to me, a confident smirk- much resembling his older brother- on his face. I gawk, glaring at him. "You mean like this one?"

"Mokuba, that's just unfair. You didn't even try to find one!" I cross my arms childishly.

"I saw it when you were talking to me. I'm going to give it to Seto for good luck!" Mokuba smiles, holding the precious little plant to him for sake keeping.

"Show me what?"

Speak of the devil and he shall come.

"Big Brother, here!" He eagerly hands the plant to Seto, who looks at it disdainfully. His white coat was abandoned in the house, leaving him in only his black garb. "It's a four-leaf clover! A symbol of good luck!"

"Shouldn't you be finishing your homework?" The older brother grabs the plant, raising an eyebrow at it and pretending to throw it on the ground. Secretly, I watch him pocket the trinket.

"I guess," Mokuba grumbles, standing up and trotting back towards the house to continue with more of his studies.

"How'd it go?" I ask once I'm sure the boy is out of ear-shot as Seto leans against the tree behind him to my left.

"That's none of your concern."

Another rude comment to leave us sitting in an awkward silence. My hope was basically shattered once the words left his mouth, but I did not show any sign of discomfort in fear that Seto would figure out why.

"Augusta."

"Hmm?" The silence at last had been broken by the dragon tamer, as I liked to call him every once in a while during witty, playful banter.

"I will make this short and simple." He pulls me up to stand next to him, confusion written all over my face. I expected a scolding for something I had done unknowingly, yet it didn't come.

"Well?" I purse my lips, crossing my arms.

"When are yougoing to be the one moving in?" His words, though just as abrasive as ever, startled me. Yes, I tutored Mokuba, but that was certainly no reason to be on-sight when I wasn't dueling. I glower at him, narrowing my royal blue orbs at him.

"Now Seto Kaiba, I will not be another hired hand when tutoring your brother. I certainly don't want to be around your little parade of women throughout the months!"

He sighs, staring at me incredulously. "You're such an idiot."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I exclaim the question, glaring more heatedly than before.

It was when his lips made contact with mine that I got his message. It was brief and to the point to make me realize his agenda, but nonetheless it sent my stomach flipping and my heart fluttering.

"I expect your things in my room before the end of the week."

"If you're trying to make me one of your floozies, it won't be happen-"

Seto glances at me with such a ferocity I nearly fell onto my backside, my cheeks firing up in a blush.

"By the end of the week. It's final."

He leans in for another bombshell kiss, earning a laugh on my part. My fingers find their way to his upper arm, immediately causing him to recoil.

"Did you honestly just pinch me?"

"Happy St. Patrick's Day, Seto. I guess that four-leaf clover was both lucky and not."