A/N(1)- Yay! Finally, back to where things were before they got erased. A
great thanks to all those who reviewed me. And remember, loyal reviewers,
some of these A/N's are rather outdated, seeing as they were here the last
time I posted this.
A/N(2)- Here is the next part that I promised you. WARNING. This chapter may contain very small amounts of IMPLIED yaoi. Not yaoi, implied yaoi. And it wasn't even SUPPOSED to be implied, it was supposed to be friendship. But, if you are one of those people who absolutely despises this type of stuff, then you have two choices. You could read this chapter, hate it, and flame me mercilessly. Or you could skip this chapter altogether and rest assured that your eyes would not be poisoned and that you were not really missing anything vital to the somewhat non-existent plot. So there. Take that, O gracious older cousin of mine.
Disclaimer- You think I own Yu-Gi-Oh? Please pardon me while I stand off to one side and point and laugh at you with what few friends I have.
To Dream A Dream Of Dreaming
~*~*~*~
"Hey, Seto!"
Glancing over his shoulder, Seto hid a smile at the sight that met his eyes.
"Tea got to you again, didn't she?"
Glaring, Yami dumped the armload of boxes he'd been carrying where he stood and strode over towards the older man until they were less than a handbreadth away from each other.
"Nice attitude, Seto. I'd like to see how far you'd get when she has that crazed look in her eyes and an order form in front of her." Yami retorted, punctuating his sentences by poking Seto in the center of his chest with his index finger.
Batting Yami's hand away, Seto turned back to attempting the near impossible task of repairing an exploded holographic inducement staff that he had been working on before Yami's little interruption.
"I wouldn't know about that, Yami. I usually try to be out of her line of sight when that happens."
"Yeah well, that never works for me. Give me a hand with this stuff? It's heavy."
His curiosity piqued as he heard Yami struggling with the parts and boxes he'd been carrying earlier, Seto turned back to see just what he was carrying. He lifted an eyebrow as he recognized the shop names on some of the boxes, places well known for quality dancing clothes and equipment.
"Is all of that just for her classes?"
Busy trying to balance the packages in his arms, Yami didn't answer right away, eyeing a smaller box that didn't seem too inclined to stay where he'd placed it. As Seto watched, the box in question started to slide sideways, the panicked look in Yami's eyes warning him that it was a vital component.
He was moving even before he'd realized it, hand reaching out to snag the box before it could hit the floor.
"You can open your eyes now, Yami. I caught it."
Slitting open one eye, Yami blinked as he saw Seto standing in front of him, precious package held in his hands, smiling that irritatingly cocky smile of his, blue eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Hey, thanks, Seto. Can you get the rest?"
Seeing the mischievous glint in Yami's eyes, and that odd little smile on his lips, Seto realized he'd been had. Yami had to know just how powerful that little smile of his was, even Tea had been known to fall prey to it once or twice in the past.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what you were like before you showed up here, Yami. You probably would have had the world at your feet before long." Seto muttered, scooping up the last of the packages sitting on the walkway behind Yami.
"Who knows? Maybe I could have. You should be grateful I've decided to become a duelist instead."
Snorting, Seto fell silent as they approached the afore appointed meeting place.
"Now what? She's not here."
Shrugging, a not inconsiderable feat considering the mountain of boxes he was carrying, Yami set the packages he was carrying down.
"Just leave it here, I guess. Tea's probably trying to convince her parents that all of this stuff is an asset to her lessons so she won't have to pay for it. She'll know what to do with all of this since she ordered all of this stuff."
Giving Yami a dubious look, Seto set his armload of packages down next to Yami's stack and backed away as it wobbled slightly.
"Yeah, but you're forgetting just how much she takes after them."
"Buy first, think later?"
"Something like that, yeah." Seto muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Grinning, Yami turned to say something, when his expression softened. Seto fought the urge to take a step backwards as Yami approached him, some indefinable emotion in his eyes.
"Yami?"
"Hold still, Seto." Yami said, reaching up to brush his thumb across Seto's cheekbone. "You've got something on your face."
For no reason that he could explain or understand, Seto held still, blue eyes going wide as he felt the infinitely gentle touch of Yami's thumb on his cheek. With Yami this close he could see his eyes more clearly than he'd ever been able to, and what he saw in them startled him.
"Yami..."
Seto didn't know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but nothing good had ever come of what he had wanted.
Perhaps Yami saw that in his eyes, because he drew his hand back and held out his thumb to reveal a smudge of grease on it.
"Come on, I'll help you with the holographic inducement staffs, if you want. Those repairs will take days with just one person working on them." Yami said, flashing him a smug smile, the look in his eyes belying his expression.
~*~*~*~
A/N(3)- Sorry for shortness. And if you wanted to flame me for the seemingly random content, then you obviously didn't read the first author's note. One more thing. This is as close to yaoi as I'm ever going to write. Unless, of course, it's unrequited. Hmmm...must look into that...
A/N(2)- Here is the next part that I promised you. WARNING. This chapter may contain very small amounts of IMPLIED yaoi. Not yaoi, implied yaoi. And it wasn't even SUPPOSED to be implied, it was supposed to be friendship. But, if you are one of those people who absolutely despises this type of stuff, then you have two choices. You could read this chapter, hate it, and flame me mercilessly. Or you could skip this chapter altogether and rest assured that your eyes would not be poisoned and that you were not really missing anything vital to the somewhat non-existent plot. So there. Take that, O gracious older cousin of mine.
Disclaimer- You think I own Yu-Gi-Oh? Please pardon me while I stand off to one side and point and laugh at you with what few friends I have.
To Dream A Dream Of Dreaming
~*~*~*~
"Hey, Seto!"
Glancing over his shoulder, Seto hid a smile at the sight that met his eyes.
"Tea got to you again, didn't she?"
Glaring, Yami dumped the armload of boxes he'd been carrying where he stood and strode over towards the older man until they were less than a handbreadth away from each other.
"Nice attitude, Seto. I'd like to see how far you'd get when she has that crazed look in her eyes and an order form in front of her." Yami retorted, punctuating his sentences by poking Seto in the center of his chest with his index finger.
Batting Yami's hand away, Seto turned back to attempting the near impossible task of repairing an exploded holographic inducement staff that he had been working on before Yami's little interruption.
"I wouldn't know about that, Yami. I usually try to be out of her line of sight when that happens."
"Yeah well, that never works for me. Give me a hand with this stuff? It's heavy."
His curiosity piqued as he heard Yami struggling with the parts and boxes he'd been carrying earlier, Seto turned back to see just what he was carrying. He lifted an eyebrow as he recognized the shop names on some of the boxes, places well known for quality dancing clothes and equipment.
"Is all of that just for her classes?"
Busy trying to balance the packages in his arms, Yami didn't answer right away, eyeing a smaller box that didn't seem too inclined to stay where he'd placed it. As Seto watched, the box in question started to slide sideways, the panicked look in Yami's eyes warning him that it was a vital component.
He was moving even before he'd realized it, hand reaching out to snag the box before it could hit the floor.
"You can open your eyes now, Yami. I caught it."
Slitting open one eye, Yami blinked as he saw Seto standing in front of him, precious package held in his hands, smiling that irritatingly cocky smile of his, blue eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Hey, thanks, Seto. Can you get the rest?"
Seeing the mischievous glint in Yami's eyes, and that odd little smile on his lips, Seto realized he'd been had. Yami had to know just how powerful that little smile of his was, even Tea had been known to fall prey to it once or twice in the past.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what you were like before you showed up here, Yami. You probably would have had the world at your feet before long." Seto muttered, scooping up the last of the packages sitting on the walkway behind Yami.
"Who knows? Maybe I could have. You should be grateful I've decided to become a duelist instead."
Snorting, Seto fell silent as they approached the afore appointed meeting place.
"Now what? She's not here."
Shrugging, a not inconsiderable feat considering the mountain of boxes he was carrying, Yami set the packages he was carrying down.
"Just leave it here, I guess. Tea's probably trying to convince her parents that all of this stuff is an asset to her lessons so she won't have to pay for it. She'll know what to do with all of this since she ordered all of this stuff."
Giving Yami a dubious look, Seto set his armload of packages down next to Yami's stack and backed away as it wobbled slightly.
"Yeah, but you're forgetting just how much she takes after them."
"Buy first, think later?"
"Something like that, yeah." Seto muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Grinning, Yami turned to say something, when his expression softened. Seto fought the urge to take a step backwards as Yami approached him, some indefinable emotion in his eyes.
"Yami?"
"Hold still, Seto." Yami said, reaching up to brush his thumb across Seto's cheekbone. "You've got something on your face."
For no reason that he could explain or understand, Seto held still, blue eyes going wide as he felt the infinitely gentle touch of Yami's thumb on his cheek. With Yami this close he could see his eyes more clearly than he'd ever been able to, and what he saw in them startled him.
"Yami..."
Seto didn't know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but nothing good had ever come of what he had wanted.
Perhaps Yami saw that in his eyes, because he drew his hand back and held out his thumb to reveal a smudge of grease on it.
"Come on, I'll help you with the holographic inducement staffs, if you want. Those repairs will take days with just one person working on them." Yami said, flashing him a smug smile, the look in his eyes belying his expression.
~*~*~*~
A/N(3)- Sorry for shortness. And if you wanted to flame me for the seemingly random content, then you obviously didn't read the first author's note. One more thing. This is as close to yaoi as I'm ever going to write. Unless, of course, it's unrequited. Hmmm...must look into that...