Chapter: 5
Let the Games Begin
Yami thought of something simple, yet I would *definitely* make him angry. He would slap Kaiba in the face. That would be sure to anger him! "Okay, Kaiba you ready?"
Kaiba crossed his arms. "Yes."
Yami hesitated, but drew his hand back and smacked Kaiba right across the face with all his might.
Kaiba just stood wide eyed, and touched a finger to the cheek that was hit. It was red, and it hurt, but he could not get angry. 'I will not get mad. I will not get mad. I will not get mad.' Kaiba continued that mantra in his head, and he simply looked back up at Yami, tiny tears forming in his eyes from the pain.
"Well, that's one." Yami said, a little surprised. He put a hand to his chin, trying to think of something else.
"Do I win if you can't think of anything?" Kaiba said, growing impatient.
"No, I've thought of something." Yami said and smirked, and ripped a large piece of fabric out of Kaiba's cloak.
His eyes widened. 'THAT WAS MY FAVORITE COAT! ITS ONE OF A KIND!' Kaiba tried his hardest to resist yelling that into Yami's face. 'I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!' Kaiba's expression relaxed a little just then, and he squeezed his arms for support. "I can always get that tailored." He said to Yami calmly, not showing one sign of being angry.
Yami was dumbstruck. 'I was sure that would anger him! Oh well, I've got one more chance, and I have to make *sure* that this will make him mad.' Yami thought long and hard, and Kaiba started to tap his fingers on his arms.
Yami lifted his eyes to see Kaiba waiting impatiently. His eyes examined his perfect, flawless face, his deep blue eyes, his forever frowning expression...
With those thoughts in his head, Yami's subconscious took over. Without so much as thinking what he was doing, he leaned over and grabbed Kaiba's shoulders tightly, landing a kiss on his lips.
A fire blazed through Yami, a fire of craving. He pressed harder onto Kaiba's lips, leaning Kaiba back slightly and enjoying the warm taste of his mouth. His hands gripped Kaiba's shoulders tighter, as if he thought he would run away. Yami started shaking, savoring the pleasant flavor that was Seto Kaiba.
And Seto just stood there, eyes open in shock, hands still crossed against his chest tightly. His eyes narrowed and he pulled away, shoving Yami away onto the floor. "WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Kaiba yelled at the top of his lungs, so loud that Yami thought that the bank across the street could have heard him.
Kaiba used his sleeve and frantically wiped his mouth, panting and fuming, eyes wide. Then the unexpected happened, Yami started laughing hysterically.
"You got angry! That means I won!"
"What?! That was part of your friggin game?!"
"Of course! Now you remember our deal Kaiba, this means that I can come near you and talk to you whenever I want." Yami smirked and leant on his elbows while on the ground.
Kaiba bared his teeth, wiped his mouth once more and spat, and walked right passed Yami, stepping over him. Yami turned to see him walk into the Adults section, and sit down on top of one of the beautiful brown oak tables, facing away from him. Yami was surprised he didn't sit at the front desk, but shrugged. Getting up from the floor he went to go to the bathroom, giving Kaiba one last glance.
*****
"What the hell was I thinking?!" Yami asked himself as he got into the bathroom, leaning his hands on the sink. He stared in shock down at the drain, replaying the events that had just happened in his head. He clutched the sink in horror so hard that he almost crushed the porcelain with his pharaoh strength.
"What did I just do?" He whispered. "I just... *kissed*... Seto Kaiba. My enemy, my rival. The person that had caused me and my friends so much hardship. And I.. I kissed him? How could I do it?" '...Was it... really supposed to be part of the game? Did I *want* it to be?'
*****
Kaiba sat at one of the oak tables thinking and mildly shaking. "What -what -what..." He muttered over and over, realizing what *exactly* had happened. He relaxed then remembered one specific part. 'What?! That was part of your friggin game?! .... Of course!...' Kaiba let out a breath. "That was a .. *game* to him? Toying with my emotions like that? Sure, I agreed to play his ridiculous game, but I never gave him permission to do something that serious and make me think -"
"Make you think what, Kaiba?"
Kaiba spun his head around to see that Yami was standing behind him on the other side of the table . "Just because that game gave you the right to talk to me that doesn't mean it gave you the right to sneak up on me." Kaiba said, turning back around to look at the bookshelves.
"But you didn't answer my question? What did someone make you think?"
"And it ALSO doesn't give you the right to snoop around in my private life!" Kaiba snapped in the bookshelf's direction.
Yami realized that it was true. He really couldn't force Kaiba to do anything. Turning around, he was going to walk away, when he could have sworn her heard Kaiba's faint sobbing coming from behind him. Yami turned around with furrowed eyebrows, looking back towards Kaiba.
Let the Games Begin
Yami thought of something simple, yet I would *definitely* make him angry. He would slap Kaiba in the face. That would be sure to anger him! "Okay, Kaiba you ready?"
Kaiba crossed his arms. "Yes."
Yami hesitated, but drew his hand back and smacked Kaiba right across the face with all his might.
Kaiba just stood wide eyed, and touched a finger to the cheek that was hit. It was red, and it hurt, but he could not get angry. 'I will not get mad. I will not get mad. I will not get mad.' Kaiba continued that mantra in his head, and he simply looked back up at Yami, tiny tears forming in his eyes from the pain.
"Well, that's one." Yami said, a little surprised. He put a hand to his chin, trying to think of something else.
"Do I win if you can't think of anything?" Kaiba said, growing impatient.
"No, I've thought of something." Yami said and smirked, and ripped a large piece of fabric out of Kaiba's cloak.
His eyes widened. 'THAT WAS MY FAVORITE COAT! ITS ONE OF A KIND!' Kaiba tried his hardest to resist yelling that into Yami's face. 'I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!' Kaiba's expression relaxed a little just then, and he squeezed his arms for support. "I can always get that tailored." He said to Yami calmly, not showing one sign of being angry.
Yami was dumbstruck. 'I was sure that would anger him! Oh well, I've got one more chance, and I have to make *sure* that this will make him mad.' Yami thought long and hard, and Kaiba started to tap his fingers on his arms.
Yami lifted his eyes to see Kaiba waiting impatiently. His eyes examined his perfect, flawless face, his deep blue eyes, his forever frowning expression...
With those thoughts in his head, Yami's subconscious took over. Without so much as thinking what he was doing, he leaned over and grabbed Kaiba's shoulders tightly, landing a kiss on his lips.
A fire blazed through Yami, a fire of craving. He pressed harder onto Kaiba's lips, leaning Kaiba back slightly and enjoying the warm taste of his mouth. His hands gripped Kaiba's shoulders tighter, as if he thought he would run away. Yami started shaking, savoring the pleasant flavor that was Seto Kaiba.
And Seto just stood there, eyes open in shock, hands still crossed against his chest tightly. His eyes narrowed and he pulled away, shoving Yami away onto the floor. "WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Kaiba yelled at the top of his lungs, so loud that Yami thought that the bank across the street could have heard him.
Kaiba used his sleeve and frantically wiped his mouth, panting and fuming, eyes wide. Then the unexpected happened, Yami started laughing hysterically.
"You got angry! That means I won!"
"What?! That was part of your friggin game?!"
"Of course! Now you remember our deal Kaiba, this means that I can come near you and talk to you whenever I want." Yami smirked and leant on his elbows while on the ground.
Kaiba bared his teeth, wiped his mouth once more and spat, and walked right passed Yami, stepping over him. Yami turned to see him walk into the Adults section, and sit down on top of one of the beautiful brown oak tables, facing away from him. Yami was surprised he didn't sit at the front desk, but shrugged. Getting up from the floor he went to go to the bathroom, giving Kaiba one last glance.
*****
"What the hell was I thinking?!" Yami asked himself as he got into the bathroom, leaning his hands on the sink. He stared in shock down at the drain, replaying the events that had just happened in his head. He clutched the sink in horror so hard that he almost crushed the porcelain with his pharaoh strength.
"What did I just do?" He whispered. "I just... *kissed*... Seto Kaiba. My enemy, my rival. The person that had caused me and my friends so much hardship. And I.. I kissed him? How could I do it?" '...Was it... really supposed to be part of the game? Did I *want* it to be?'
*****
Kaiba sat at one of the oak tables thinking and mildly shaking. "What -what -what..." He muttered over and over, realizing what *exactly* had happened. He relaxed then remembered one specific part. 'What?! That was part of your friggin game?! .... Of course!...' Kaiba let out a breath. "That was a .. *game* to him? Toying with my emotions like that? Sure, I agreed to play his ridiculous game, but I never gave him permission to do something that serious and make me think -"
"Make you think what, Kaiba?"
Kaiba spun his head around to see that Yami was standing behind him on the other side of the table . "Just because that game gave you the right to talk to me that doesn't mean it gave you the right to sneak up on me." Kaiba said, turning back around to look at the bookshelves.
"But you didn't answer my question? What did someone make you think?"
"And it ALSO doesn't give you the right to snoop around in my private life!" Kaiba snapped in the bookshelf's direction.
Yami realized that it was true. He really couldn't force Kaiba to do anything. Turning around, he was going to walk away, when he could have sworn her heard Kaiba's faint sobbing coming from behind him. Yami turned around with furrowed eyebrows, looking back towards Kaiba.