Flame: Yes, I know the last chapter was boring. Still, you got to see how
Kaiba scares the crap out of Shay.
Dancer: ::holding disclaimer sign and chem book:: Yeah. Now tell them the other part.
Flame: AngelStarfire decided to do a yaoi starring shay and Kaiba. . . No read if you don't like yaoi! The story and character were originally mine, but she's just borrowing him. One story has nothing to do with the other, since that is before he died and he can't remember anything.
WARNING: I just sent what could be considered a hate mail to someone who was picking at my friend's stories. I am a very opinionated person, and I like to get my point across. Flame me all you want, I'll probably just laugh. Flame AngelStarfire or her stories and you are at risk of my wrath. So, you got a problem with yaoi, you don't read her stories. That's all there is to it. If I feel the need to remind you of that, it will not be in a nice way. Review and smile, school's almost out! Think about all the updates I can do. . .
Disclaimer: ::Dancer appears and hammers her disclaimer sign into the ground.:: I don't own YGO. However, the character Shay belongs to me, and AngelStarfire will be borrowing him.
~*~*~*~*~
I found myself on the roof.
Helicopter pad, wide open space. Not a lot up there. I wandered over to the edge of the building and looked down.
I got dizzy and felt a brief moment of fear. Considering that I can float, that's saying something.
After two minutes of wandering, I got bored and headed back down.
No suit in sight. I knew Kaiba was still furious, but I had to try.
"Hey, Seto," I spoke softly. He could ignore me if he wanted. And, for about three minutes, it appeared as if he had.
"Why is it," he asked suddenly, when I had just given up hope, "that you only call me by my first name when you want something?"
We've only known each other for a week, right? How can he claim that's an absolute? Not that it isn't, mind you, because he told the truth.
"It's called butterin' you up," I answered honestly. For a split second, he actually smiled. Not evil, not sarcastic. Simply out of humor.
Whoa. So he DOES smile.
I crossed my fingers behind my back and watched him hopefully.
Kaiba slowly put down the pen he'd been writing with and looked up at me. A shadow of the earlier smile still showed on his face.
"What do you want, Shay?"
"I just wanna go find Mokuba. I won't annoy anyone, I promise." I got ready for the no.
"Fine. Just be careful, all right? No more floating Duel Monsters cards."
Sweet. Real conversation. Actual, real conversation without insults or sarcasm or hatred being beamed across the room.
Maybe Seto Kaiba was all right after all.
I grinned and floated through the floor.
Maybe. I wouldn't count on it.
I didn't find Mokuba. Then again, I didn't put much effort into looking, either. I just wandered around and enjoyed the sights. When Kaiba was called to a conference at noon, I floated up to his office and stood looking out the window.
The city stretched below me. Not a small city, but not big. Kaiba Corp. is the tallest building. I felt like a predator surveying my turf.
I was beginning to understand Kaiba a little bit. I'd rather work with a view like this as my surroundings than go to school. He knows how to live in style.
At twelve thirty, he came back. He stopped in the doorway, apparently surprised to see me, then continued on to his desk. True to my word, I had touched nothing, but he didn't notice.
"They'll be here in two minutes." He was talking to me. Seto Kaiba had actually started a conversation with me. Me. Shay. The ghost.
I think hell froze over and his humanity had to return.
"Who?" Of course, being one to think about those things later, I spoil a perfect moment with my dum-dum questions.
Kaiba ignored me.
Ok. That works.
He shifted things around on his desk, looked at the windows and the killer views, then gestured for me to get behind the desk.
"If you see Mokuba," he said, "feel free to wave, but. . . You stay right were you are. Got it?"
No threats, no insults, no sarcasm. I'm all too happy to agree.
Before I could move, the elevator out in the hallway dinged.
See, Kaiba's got more than just this great, roomy office. He's got the entire top floor to himself. There's a hallway leading to the elevators and a set of stairs, but the stairs are narrow and dimly lit and the elevator's big enough to fit one of his mansion's guest rooms.
Trust me. That's big.
So, the elevator with its plush, cushioned seats and mirror-like golden walls and thick carpet that you literally sink into is a better bet than the stairs.
I darted over to his desk, then froze.
His computer would, can, and probably has, kick the crap out of every other computer in the world.
I stopped at the wall, staring out the large window. Kaiba sat down, played with the computer for a moment. I looked back, then wandered over to watch.
He ignored me. Again.
When the doors burst open, the voice of children reached me. I looked up, surprised, then watched as the entire pack came to a halt before the desk. They didn't want to sit down, apparently.
Mokuba pulled free and ran around the desk, to us. Kaiba smiled again- wow! Second time in one day!- before shifting his attention back to the rest of the kids.
They were all looking around with big eyes.
Kaiba took advantage and addressed me, making it look like he was talking to Mokuba.
"Go down and wait by the limo," he ordered. "I'm sending Mokuba home early, you might as well wait there and not annoy me."
Mokuba opened his mouth to protest, but I'm already beating it. I stop long enough to search for the bully, but don't find him.
Oops. Guess I scared him off.
I dropped through the countless floors and look around for the said limo.
I guess we don't have to worry about bullies anymore.
Dancer: ::holding disclaimer sign and chem book:: Yeah. Now tell them the other part.
Flame: AngelStarfire decided to do a yaoi starring shay and Kaiba. . . No read if you don't like yaoi! The story and character were originally mine, but she's just borrowing him. One story has nothing to do with the other, since that is before he died and he can't remember anything.
WARNING: I just sent what could be considered a hate mail to someone who was picking at my friend's stories. I am a very opinionated person, and I like to get my point across. Flame me all you want, I'll probably just laugh. Flame AngelStarfire or her stories and you are at risk of my wrath. So, you got a problem with yaoi, you don't read her stories. That's all there is to it. If I feel the need to remind you of that, it will not be in a nice way. Review and smile, school's almost out! Think about all the updates I can do. . .
Disclaimer: ::Dancer appears and hammers her disclaimer sign into the ground.:: I don't own YGO. However, the character Shay belongs to me, and AngelStarfire will be borrowing him.
~*~*~*~*~
I found myself on the roof.
Helicopter pad, wide open space. Not a lot up there. I wandered over to the edge of the building and looked down.
I got dizzy and felt a brief moment of fear. Considering that I can float, that's saying something.
After two minutes of wandering, I got bored and headed back down.
No suit in sight. I knew Kaiba was still furious, but I had to try.
"Hey, Seto," I spoke softly. He could ignore me if he wanted. And, for about three minutes, it appeared as if he had.
"Why is it," he asked suddenly, when I had just given up hope, "that you only call me by my first name when you want something?"
We've only known each other for a week, right? How can he claim that's an absolute? Not that it isn't, mind you, because he told the truth.
"It's called butterin' you up," I answered honestly. For a split second, he actually smiled. Not evil, not sarcastic. Simply out of humor.
Whoa. So he DOES smile.
I crossed my fingers behind my back and watched him hopefully.
Kaiba slowly put down the pen he'd been writing with and looked up at me. A shadow of the earlier smile still showed on his face.
"What do you want, Shay?"
"I just wanna go find Mokuba. I won't annoy anyone, I promise." I got ready for the no.
"Fine. Just be careful, all right? No more floating Duel Monsters cards."
Sweet. Real conversation. Actual, real conversation without insults or sarcasm or hatred being beamed across the room.
Maybe Seto Kaiba was all right after all.
I grinned and floated through the floor.
Maybe. I wouldn't count on it.
I didn't find Mokuba. Then again, I didn't put much effort into looking, either. I just wandered around and enjoyed the sights. When Kaiba was called to a conference at noon, I floated up to his office and stood looking out the window.
The city stretched below me. Not a small city, but not big. Kaiba Corp. is the tallest building. I felt like a predator surveying my turf.
I was beginning to understand Kaiba a little bit. I'd rather work with a view like this as my surroundings than go to school. He knows how to live in style.
At twelve thirty, he came back. He stopped in the doorway, apparently surprised to see me, then continued on to his desk. True to my word, I had touched nothing, but he didn't notice.
"They'll be here in two minutes." He was talking to me. Seto Kaiba had actually started a conversation with me. Me. Shay. The ghost.
I think hell froze over and his humanity had to return.
"Who?" Of course, being one to think about those things later, I spoil a perfect moment with my dum-dum questions.
Kaiba ignored me.
Ok. That works.
He shifted things around on his desk, looked at the windows and the killer views, then gestured for me to get behind the desk.
"If you see Mokuba," he said, "feel free to wave, but. . . You stay right were you are. Got it?"
No threats, no insults, no sarcasm. I'm all too happy to agree.
Before I could move, the elevator out in the hallway dinged.
See, Kaiba's got more than just this great, roomy office. He's got the entire top floor to himself. There's a hallway leading to the elevators and a set of stairs, but the stairs are narrow and dimly lit and the elevator's big enough to fit one of his mansion's guest rooms.
Trust me. That's big.
So, the elevator with its plush, cushioned seats and mirror-like golden walls and thick carpet that you literally sink into is a better bet than the stairs.
I darted over to his desk, then froze.
His computer would, can, and probably has, kick the crap out of every other computer in the world.
I stopped at the wall, staring out the large window. Kaiba sat down, played with the computer for a moment. I looked back, then wandered over to watch.
He ignored me. Again.
When the doors burst open, the voice of children reached me. I looked up, surprised, then watched as the entire pack came to a halt before the desk. They didn't want to sit down, apparently.
Mokuba pulled free and ran around the desk, to us. Kaiba smiled again- wow! Second time in one day!- before shifting his attention back to the rest of the kids.
They were all looking around with big eyes.
Kaiba took advantage and addressed me, making it look like he was talking to Mokuba.
"Go down and wait by the limo," he ordered. "I'm sending Mokuba home early, you might as well wait there and not annoy me."
Mokuba opened his mouth to protest, but I'm already beating it. I stop long enough to search for the bully, but don't find him.
Oops. Guess I scared him off.
I dropped through the countless floors and look around for the said limo.
I guess we don't have to worry about bullies anymore.