Woot! Here you go, another one. Not as long as I'd've liked, but this was an interesting one to work with. Some humor in this one! The next one will hopefully be longer.
Enjoy! Please review!
Candleshipping (BakuraxSetoxRyou)
AU-In the office of Seto Kaiba
Our life is what our thoughts make it.-Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 2nd cent. A.D.
Seto Kaiba was a hard man to intimidate.
Of course, being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company could do that to a person. Being a hard-ass was practically a pre-requisite.
Not that it was all that hard. Though many of his fan girls believed otherwise, his 'hard-ass' personality was not some façade he'd placed to hide his 'tormented soul in need of healing by that one special person.' That was a bunch of sugary sweet fairy tale bullshit, and, let's face it-Seto Kaiba did not believe in fairy tales.
What he did believe in was hard work, dedication, and achieving seemingly impossible goals. And, seeing as he did all three on a daily basis, why shouldn't he be a confidant, no nonsense, occasionally cocky hard-ass? He'd earned it.
So, yes, Kaiba was a difficult man to intimidate. But while intimidation might be nonexistent, annoyance, unfortunately, was not.
"What did he do this time?" Seto leaned over his desk, phone held to one ear as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed.
"Well, it's not exactly what he did, more along the lines of what he didn't do."
"And that is…?"
"He might've forgotten that little rule about climbing on the ceiling."
"Ryou, tell me he didn't break a chandelier."
"…he didn't break a chandelier."
Seto then made to let out what would have been a slight sigh of relief, had he not heard Ryou's next sentence.
"He did, however, destroy a chandelier."
Seto groaned in the back of his throat.
"Is there something you'd like me to do, Seto?"
Kaiba sighed gruffly, "Get him to the bedroom, lock the doors and windows in it, and remove all sharp objects. It should take him at least twenty minutes to break out-enough time for me to get home."
"Alright, then. I'll see you soon."
"Yes, soon."
Placing the phone in its cradle, he rubbed his fingers over his temples as he leaned his head back. He was Seto Kaiba. Infamous hard-ass and one of the most powerful men in the world. He shouldn't have to worry about broken chandeliers. He could have every aspect of his life orderly, neat and perfect, at the snap of his fingers.
A picture on his desk glinted as fading sunlight shone from the windows in his lavish office and across its simple metal frame. In it, three young adults were sitting on a plush leather couch-the one in this very office, in fact-holding hands (however tentatively).
All three were smiling.
Softness edged Seto Kaiba's expression as affection stole for the briefest moment across his cool blue eyes.
Perfection, he decided, was just a matter of perspective.
As far as he was concerned, this was it.
