This is second chappie! The idea for this one was actually concieved
on the school bus......... ^ ^;; This chapter and upcoming chapters will
feature at least one original poem or more per post, so if poetry isn't
your thing you can skip reading them if you want to. I'll submit them to
the Poetry section sometime later........... They're all mine!
My last was much too short and should have really been a prologue. This is much longer! Also, candy and chibi Seto dolls to everyone who reviews ^_^
Having said that, let's not dillydally and cut straight to the quick! Enjoy!
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Seto slid into his seat silently that Monday morning, ingnoring the sounds of his classmates in happy reverie around him. He retrieved his homework from the briefcase at his feet, examining his answers and generally shutting himself away from the rest of existence. He was about to sign his name onto an assignment when a female voice caught his ear.
"It was on my desk, but when I got home it had just vanished. I hope someone hasn't taken it," was the slightly disstressed voice of Anzu. Seto caught sight of the speaker, slumped over at her desk. Yuugi was leaning over, trying to encourage her, but this meant little to Seto. He had heard what he needed, and was already turning back to work. His thoughts centered on the poem he had encountered yesterday. If his was thinking correctly..........
His mouth twisted itself into a small smirk and he continued to review his homework, thoughts flickering through his mind like cars in a Tokyo substation.
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The smirking CEO plodded along the sidewalk, a torn square of newsprint from the local telephone directory within his fingertips, the poem folded neatly in the pocket of his trenchcoat. He glanced at the adress a second time and turned swiftly to the right, passing rows of middle class homes as he moved on.
"Never would have figured she was the type for writing poetry.............. guess we all have our secrets," he muttered, chuckling dryly. It was a fair, peaceful day, the air still and undisturbed. A slight breeze blew. What better things did he have to do?
None. He had no friends to fool around with. Part of this was because of the fact that he considered himself ten times smarter than any of the pathetic attendants of Domino High School, making it impossible to gain any favor with a member of the student body. And he rather liked to throw that in the face of anyone who dared ask to sit by him at lunch. From the first three weeks and then on after, no one dared to ask, and he was free to eat in happy solitude. The way he had grown accustomed to.
He'd reached the adress. After a short pause, he walked up to the doorstep and pressed in the button. He heard an automated 'ding-dong' echo from inside and waited, taking note of his surroundings out of boredom. Potted plants. Rocking chair. Knitted doormat.
Finally the squeak of hinges reached his ears, and he turned to see a middle-aged woman with short auburn hair styled into a bob, waring red lipstick and gold hoop earrings. She was up to her elbows in flour. Looking at him with a puzzled expression, she managed, "Yes?"
"May I see Anzu for a moment, please?" he asked patiently.
"I don't see why not......." was the answer, the woman obviously still confused. She walked over to the foot of the stairs. "Anzu, there's a young man here to see you!" she called.
Anzu, working on her algebra, heard the call. Thinking it was Yuugi or Jounouchi, she uttered a quick "Be right there!" and sat up, opening the door and racing down the stairs. Her pace slowed as she neared the carpet, realizing that the call wasn't from any one of her friends.
She stopped three feet in front of her visitor. "Kaiba?............... What are you doing here?" she asked dumbly, stating the oldest question in the book.
He donned his safest, most common expression; a smirk, and reached into his pocket. "Returning this," he replied, and placed it in her hand.
Puzzled, Anzu unfolded the paper. To her amazement, printed on the sheet of loose leaf was all three stanzas of her poem. She read it over, then looked at Kaiba incredulously, her normal skeptism swallowed by surprise. "How did you...................."
The CEO crossed his arms across his chest and explained. "It hit me in the face while I was typing. I almost threw it away until I overheard you talking about a missing poem this morning. I figured it must be yours so I returned it."
Anzu was speechless. Kaiba, doing something nice? Would Yuugi love to hear about this....... Finally she found her voice. "Why did you return it? I mean, you usually aren't very nice to people, so I was wondering.........."
Seto scowled. "I returned it. Isn't that enough? Besides," he said, turning to face the wall, "Does it look like I have to be anywhere?"
Anzu bit her lip. She didn't know how to reply. It was true that Kaiba had no friends........ But of course she'd always thought he liked being the part of an arrogant, pompous, rich isolated jerk. It was always hard to know what he was thinking. Maybe she'd just better accept. "Thank you, I appreciate it........"
The smirk returned. "You're welcome." With that he turned and let himself out the door without so much as a goodbye. Anzu watched him disappear from view before reading the poem that she still clutched uncertainly in her hand. It was the same, but the whole affair was strange. Her trust for the former top duelist still wavered uncertainly.
She walked into the kitchen. He mother was bent over the counter, stirring a huge bowl of cake batter with enormous vigor. She sat at the table, still staring at the poem in utter disbelief, as if she believed the words would disappear at any given moment.
"Who was that young man that came here to see you?" her mother inquired.
"Someone from school," Anzu answered. "Kaiba Seto."
"Why did he want to speak to you?" She dumped the mix into a cakepan and carried it over to the oven.
"Just returning a paper," she offered simply. "Nothing big."
"Oh." Her mother turned to face her, grinning slyly. "He was really handsome," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Okaa-san!" she exclaimed, slightly flustered. She didn't know why, it just bothered her to hear her mother talk in such a manner about Kaiba. Nevertheless, that didn't stop her from thinking about it.......
The woman chuckled. "Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you," agreed, turning back to her cooking. Anzu sat there for a few moments, shaken by some invisible force. Her cheeks felt hot.
"I'm going upstairs to finish my homework," she announced, standing up and pushing her chair in. "Call me when supper is ready." She trotted up the stairs towards her bedroom.
"Okay, will do," she chirped, still chuckling lightly as she rummaged in the spice rack. This somehow annoyed her daughter. She shut the door of her bedroom.
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Anzu tried to concentrate on doing what she had intended, but her mind began weaving baskets with the yarns that she had been fed and couldn't concentrate. Finally, she pushed her homework aside and whipped out her poetry notebook. Armed with a pen, she let her thoughts feed themselves through her furiously scribbling hand.
Everyone saw, but they didn't know
Awake in wonder, late for the show
Constant suppression, beleaguarment
Something that no one could see
Endless surprise, worthless guesses
Wish I knew why
You left before you came
You kept my mind in constant churn
Who are you?
Wish I knew
All of the crazy things you do
Or if there's something we're all missing
What do you need?
I wonder, just like I do
As I look at the stars at night
You're that far away
Yet I find myself reaching
Unsure of what to wish for, but I keep racing
After that lone starlet
The only light in my dark sky.
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The poem was confusing...... Anzu is subconciously writing about Seto.......... this is already peppered with hints, so I'll refrain from selling the rest of my plot to you just yet.
Thankies to Ana for an idea of hers.... read her review. ^^ It won't show up until later, though. It's funny, she meant to make a statement, but it actually got my gears turning, so.......... They might actually roll in the mud and admit their love for each other after all....... Heh heh heh... ^_-
My last was much too short and should have really been a prologue. This is much longer! Also, candy and chibi Seto dolls to everyone who reviews ^_^
Having said that, let's not dillydally and cut straight to the quick! Enjoy!
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Seto slid into his seat silently that Monday morning, ingnoring the sounds of his classmates in happy reverie around him. He retrieved his homework from the briefcase at his feet, examining his answers and generally shutting himself away from the rest of existence. He was about to sign his name onto an assignment when a female voice caught his ear.
"It was on my desk, but when I got home it had just vanished. I hope someone hasn't taken it," was the slightly disstressed voice of Anzu. Seto caught sight of the speaker, slumped over at her desk. Yuugi was leaning over, trying to encourage her, but this meant little to Seto. He had heard what he needed, and was already turning back to work. His thoughts centered on the poem he had encountered yesterday. If his was thinking correctly..........
His mouth twisted itself into a small smirk and he continued to review his homework, thoughts flickering through his mind like cars in a Tokyo substation.
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The smirking CEO plodded along the sidewalk, a torn square of newsprint from the local telephone directory within his fingertips, the poem folded neatly in the pocket of his trenchcoat. He glanced at the adress a second time and turned swiftly to the right, passing rows of middle class homes as he moved on.
"Never would have figured she was the type for writing poetry.............. guess we all have our secrets," he muttered, chuckling dryly. It was a fair, peaceful day, the air still and undisturbed. A slight breeze blew. What better things did he have to do?
None. He had no friends to fool around with. Part of this was because of the fact that he considered himself ten times smarter than any of the pathetic attendants of Domino High School, making it impossible to gain any favor with a member of the student body. And he rather liked to throw that in the face of anyone who dared ask to sit by him at lunch. From the first three weeks and then on after, no one dared to ask, and he was free to eat in happy solitude. The way he had grown accustomed to.
He'd reached the adress. After a short pause, he walked up to the doorstep and pressed in the button. He heard an automated 'ding-dong' echo from inside and waited, taking note of his surroundings out of boredom. Potted plants. Rocking chair. Knitted doormat.
Finally the squeak of hinges reached his ears, and he turned to see a middle-aged woman with short auburn hair styled into a bob, waring red lipstick and gold hoop earrings. She was up to her elbows in flour. Looking at him with a puzzled expression, she managed, "Yes?"
"May I see Anzu for a moment, please?" he asked patiently.
"I don't see why not......." was the answer, the woman obviously still confused. She walked over to the foot of the stairs. "Anzu, there's a young man here to see you!" she called.
Anzu, working on her algebra, heard the call. Thinking it was Yuugi or Jounouchi, she uttered a quick "Be right there!" and sat up, opening the door and racing down the stairs. Her pace slowed as she neared the carpet, realizing that the call wasn't from any one of her friends.
She stopped three feet in front of her visitor. "Kaiba?............... What are you doing here?" she asked dumbly, stating the oldest question in the book.
He donned his safest, most common expression; a smirk, and reached into his pocket. "Returning this," he replied, and placed it in her hand.
Puzzled, Anzu unfolded the paper. To her amazement, printed on the sheet of loose leaf was all three stanzas of her poem. She read it over, then looked at Kaiba incredulously, her normal skeptism swallowed by surprise. "How did you...................."
The CEO crossed his arms across his chest and explained. "It hit me in the face while I was typing. I almost threw it away until I overheard you talking about a missing poem this morning. I figured it must be yours so I returned it."
Anzu was speechless. Kaiba, doing something nice? Would Yuugi love to hear about this....... Finally she found her voice. "Why did you return it? I mean, you usually aren't very nice to people, so I was wondering.........."
Seto scowled. "I returned it. Isn't that enough? Besides," he said, turning to face the wall, "Does it look like I have to be anywhere?"
Anzu bit her lip. She didn't know how to reply. It was true that Kaiba had no friends........ But of course she'd always thought he liked being the part of an arrogant, pompous, rich isolated jerk. It was always hard to know what he was thinking. Maybe she'd just better accept. "Thank you, I appreciate it........"
The smirk returned. "You're welcome." With that he turned and let himself out the door without so much as a goodbye. Anzu watched him disappear from view before reading the poem that she still clutched uncertainly in her hand. It was the same, but the whole affair was strange. Her trust for the former top duelist still wavered uncertainly.
She walked into the kitchen. He mother was bent over the counter, stirring a huge bowl of cake batter with enormous vigor. She sat at the table, still staring at the poem in utter disbelief, as if she believed the words would disappear at any given moment.
"Who was that young man that came here to see you?" her mother inquired.
"Someone from school," Anzu answered. "Kaiba Seto."
"Why did he want to speak to you?" She dumped the mix into a cakepan and carried it over to the oven.
"Just returning a paper," she offered simply. "Nothing big."
"Oh." Her mother turned to face her, grinning slyly. "He was really handsome," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Okaa-san!" she exclaimed, slightly flustered. She didn't know why, it just bothered her to hear her mother talk in such a manner about Kaiba. Nevertheless, that didn't stop her from thinking about it.......
The woman chuckled. "Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you," agreed, turning back to her cooking. Anzu sat there for a few moments, shaken by some invisible force. Her cheeks felt hot.
"I'm going upstairs to finish my homework," she announced, standing up and pushing her chair in. "Call me when supper is ready." She trotted up the stairs towards her bedroom.
"Okay, will do," she chirped, still chuckling lightly as she rummaged in the spice rack. This somehow annoyed her daughter. She shut the door of her bedroom.
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Anzu tried to concentrate on doing what she had intended, but her mind began weaving baskets with the yarns that she had been fed and couldn't concentrate. Finally, she pushed her homework aside and whipped out her poetry notebook. Armed with a pen, she let her thoughts feed themselves through her furiously scribbling hand.
Everyone saw, but they didn't know
Awake in wonder, late for the show
Constant suppression, beleaguarment
Something that no one could see
Endless surprise, worthless guesses
Wish I knew why
You left before you came
You kept my mind in constant churn
Who are you?
Wish I knew
All of the crazy things you do
Or if there's something we're all missing
What do you need?
I wonder, just like I do
As I look at the stars at night
You're that far away
Yet I find myself reaching
Unsure of what to wish for, but I keep racing
After that lone starlet
The only light in my dark sky.
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The poem was confusing...... Anzu is subconciously writing about Seto.......... this is already peppered with hints, so I'll refrain from selling the rest of my plot to you just yet.
Thankies to Ana for an idea of hers.... read her review. ^^ It won't show up until later, though. It's funny, she meant to make a statement, but it actually got my gears turning, so.......... They might actually roll in the mud and admit their love for each other after all....... Heh heh heh... ^_-