A/N: After some thought-
Yami: You eenie-meenie-minie-moed!
Chii: Fine, whatever. Anyways, I decided to update this.so. Tadaa! Chap2!
*
The two walked through the streets, purposely pretending not to notice each other. Minutes passed; silence stretched. Soon it began to drizzle. Only then did Yami speak up.
'Hey Seto.'
'Yeah?'
'Thanks, I guess. For...just now. You know, when-' Yami fumbled.
'It's okay.' Seto cut in.
Plip...plip...the raindrops fell harder. Yami tried to gather up his courage to ask his enemy a question as more wet spots appeared on his clothes.
'If you want to ask me something, do it now and get it over with.' Seto said quietly. Startled, Yami glanced at him. The brunette stared at the ground in front of them, long legs covering almost twice as much distance as his companion's.
'Well. Firstly, I'd appreciate it if you slowed down. Secondly, where are we going?' Yami blurted.
'Sorry.' Seto said automatically and slowed his stride to match Yami's. He then proceeded to put some thought into the question.
As they walked, the ex-pharaoh started to finger the Millenium Puzzle hanging from his neck.
'You're worried about Yugi?' Seto asked, noticing Yami's actions.
'I love him like you do Mokuba, and you know it.' Yami said matter-of- factly. Seto rolled his eyes at that. Yes, he knew.
Plop! Plopplopplop...it started to pour. Yami tried not to notice as his masses of purple-and-blond hair took in the moisture and plastered to his scalp.
'Sorry, but where did you say we were going?' Yami tried again.
'I didn't.'
'...'
'So. Where are we going?'
'My house.' Seto finally replied, amused at Yami's frustation.
'And where is that?' The King of Games said slowly and calmly.
'Right here.' Seto stopped in front of a large house. Or rather, a large mansion.
Yami took in the enormous garden and crystal fountain, marble statues and pillars, and stopped walking very suddenly.
Seto gave him a light shove in the back. 'Move, before we're both soaked through to the skin.'
Obediently, Yami walked through the glass revolving doors.
Seto strode in after him, snapping his fingers as he did so. A burly guard rushed up.
'Yes, master?'
'Get him clean clothes,' Seto said, indicating the dripping Yami, 'and whatever he wishes. I'm going out.' With that, he walked back out of the mansion, into the rain.
Yami stared after him, and stopped the guard from leaving. 'Where is he going?'
'To the beach. He always does this at least once a week, without fail. He forbids us to follow.' The guard replied. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get you clean clothes.'
'Hold on. Do you know why he's going?' Yami stepped in front of the guard, blocking his path.
'No.'
Yami fixed his gaze on the guard, who shrunk back under the intensity of his glare.
'Honest, I don't know!'
Yami sighed audibly and glanced away. The guard hesitated, unsure of what to do. When Yami spoke, his voice was firm.
'He said I could have whatever I want?'
The guard gulped, and nodded. 'What do you wish?'
*
Seto made his way to the beach slowly, biding his time. He barely noticed the patter of rain on the streets or the pedestrians with umbrellas who gave him weird glances. His sole purpose was to get to the beach.
Ten minutes passed before he finally reached the place. Once there, he sat on the stone bench overlooking the sea. There weren't any other people in sight-just the way he wanted it. As the waves lapped gently onto the fine sand, Seto shoved his hands into his pockets and watched.
*
As he wasn't familiar with that particular part of town, Yami had to stop and ask for directions rather frequently. After the ninth questionee had hurried off, Yami turned a corner and found himself at the beach.
Threading his way through the soft sand, Yami took a deep breath and sat down beside his archrival. Seto shot him an uninterested glance-then jumped.
'Yami? What are you doing here?'
The person in question handed him an umbrella.
'I should be asking you that. Why'd you just run off without even getting something to shelter under?' Yami shot back, moving aside to give Seto some room to open the umbrella.
Seto leant back against the cool stone slab, letting the umbrella hang limp.
'None of your business. I just...like...coming here.'
Yami sighed and sat back down, shifting his own umbrella to partly cover Seto as well. 'Don't tell me you come to the beach alone in a heavy downpour, without an umbrella, wearing boots and a long coat?'
Seto jerked, surprised. Why would he care? He wondered. But what issued from his mouth came out rather nastily.
'YES, DAD!'
Yami dropped the umbrella, stood and started to leave. Seto suddenly grabbed his arm.
'Wait. Sorry...I have a temper.' He said softly.
'I noticed.' The King of Games retorted dryly. However, he retrieved the fallen umbrella and sat back down. He looked expectantly at the elder Kaiba, who gulped and looked away.
'Actually, I come here to watch the waves. They calm me down, see. Like I said, I have a terrible temper, and sometimes I think if the sea wasn't here, I might actually kill someone one day.' Seto said softly. Then his tone changed to one of bitterness. 'Laugh now. Go on, the owner of Kaiba Corp's some raving lunatic who watches the waves. Laugh, I don't care.'
Yami watched the waves rippling gently for a while. Then he grinned-a rare thing. 'I never thought you were the sort of person who bothers about the sea. Usually the sort who do are kind and compassionate, calm and serene. Maybe...just maybe...under that cold exterior, you are.'
Seto stared wide-eyed at him, and the rain ended quite suddenly. Yami glanced up, then shut the umbrella with a loud snap. As he handed the object to its owner, one of his long golden bangs fell over his eyes. He reached for it to brush it aside, but Seto got there first.
Sweeping the lock of hair aside with one finger, Seto smiled mockingly.
'Thanks...I guess.'
Slowly, almost unconsciously, they drew closer...and closer.
Suddenly Yami shot up off the bench, nearly beheading his companion. He turned his head as he did, to hide the deep blush plainly visible on his cheeks.
'I...I have to go. Aibou must be getting worried.' The boy muttered, then left.
Seto Kaiba sighed and looked out over the sea again. What exactly was happening to him...?
Chii: Heh, done. 'Tis okay, I guess. As always, please r&r.
*
The two walked through the streets, purposely pretending not to notice each other. Minutes passed; silence stretched. Soon it began to drizzle. Only then did Yami speak up.
'Hey Seto.'
'Yeah?'
'Thanks, I guess. For...just now. You know, when-' Yami fumbled.
'It's okay.' Seto cut in.
Plip...plip...the raindrops fell harder. Yami tried to gather up his courage to ask his enemy a question as more wet spots appeared on his clothes.
'If you want to ask me something, do it now and get it over with.' Seto said quietly. Startled, Yami glanced at him. The brunette stared at the ground in front of them, long legs covering almost twice as much distance as his companion's.
'Well. Firstly, I'd appreciate it if you slowed down. Secondly, where are we going?' Yami blurted.
'Sorry.' Seto said automatically and slowed his stride to match Yami's. He then proceeded to put some thought into the question.
As they walked, the ex-pharaoh started to finger the Millenium Puzzle hanging from his neck.
'You're worried about Yugi?' Seto asked, noticing Yami's actions.
'I love him like you do Mokuba, and you know it.' Yami said matter-of- factly. Seto rolled his eyes at that. Yes, he knew.
Plop! Plopplopplop...it started to pour. Yami tried not to notice as his masses of purple-and-blond hair took in the moisture and plastered to his scalp.
'Sorry, but where did you say we were going?' Yami tried again.
'I didn't.'
'...'
'So. Where are we going?'
'My house.' Seto finally replied, amused at Yami's frustation.
'And where is that?' The King of Games said slowly and calmly.
'Right here.' Seto stopped in front of a large house. Or rather, a large mansion.
Yami took in the enormous garden and crystal fountain, marble statues and pillars, and stopped walking very suddenly.
Seto gave him a light shove in the back. 'Move, before we're both soaked through to the skin.'
Obediently, Yami walked through the glass revolving doors.
Seto strode in after him, snapping his fingers as he did so. A burly guard rushed up.
'Yes, master?'
'Get him clean clothes,' Seto said, indicating the dripping Yami, 'and whatever he wishes. I'm going out.' With that, he walked back out of the mansion, into the rain.
Yami stared after him, and stopped the guard from leaving. 'Where is he going?'
'To the beach. He always does this at least once a week, without fail. He forbids us to follow.' The guard replied. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get you clean clothes.'
'Hold on. Do you know why he's going?' Yami stepped in front of the guard, blocking his path.
'No.'
Yami fixed his gaze on the guard, who shrunk back under the intensity of his glare.
'Honest, I don't know!'
Yami sighed audibly and glanced away. The guard hesitated, unsure of what to do. When Yami spoke, his voice was firm.
'He said I could have whatever I want?'
The guard gulped, and nodded. 'What do you wish?'
*
Seto made his way to the beach slowly, biding his time. He barely noticed the patter of rain on the streets or the pedestrians with umbrellas who gave him weird glances. His sole purpose was to get to the beach.
Ten minutes passed before he finally reached the place. Once there, he sat on the stone bench overlooking the sea. There weren't any other people in sight-just the way he wanted it. As the waves lapped gently onto the fine sand, Seto shoved his hands into his pockets and watched.
*
As he wasn't familiar with that particular part of town, Yami had to stop and ask for directions rather frequently. After the ninth questionee had hurried off, Yami turned a corner and found himself at the beach.
Threading his way through the soft sand, Yami took a deep breath and sat down beside his archrival. Seto shot him an uninterested glance-then jumped.
'Yami? What are you doing here?'
The person in question handed him an umbrella.
'I should be asking you that. Why'd you just run off without even getting something to shelter under?' Yami shot back, moving aside to give Seto some room to open the umbrella.
Seto leant back against the cool stone slab, letting the umbrella hang limp.
'None of your business. I just...like...coming here.'
Yami sighed and sat back down, shifting his own umbrella to partly cover Seto as well. 'Don't tell me you come to the beach alone in a heavy downpour, without an umbrella, wearing boots and a long coat?'
Seto jerked, surprised. Why would he care? He wondered. But what issued from his mouth came out rather nastily.
'YES, DAD!'
Yami dropped the umbrella, stood and started to leave. Seto suddenly grabbed his arm.
'Wait. Sorry...I have a temper.' He said softly.
'I noticed.' The King of Games retorted dryly. However, he retrieved the fallen umbrella and sat back down. He looked expectantly at the elder Kaiba, who gulped and looked away.
'Actually, I come here to watch the waves. They calm me down, see. Like I said, I have a terrible temper, and sometimes I think if the sea wasn't here, I might actually kill someone one day.' Seto said softly. Then his tone changed to one of bitterness. 'Laugh now. Go on, the owner of Kaiba Corp's some raving lunatic who watches the waves. Laugh, I don't care.'
Yami watched the waves rippling gently for a while. Then he grinned-a rare thing. 'I never thought you were the sort of person who bothers about the sea. Usually the sort who do are kind and compassionate, calm and serene. Maybe...just maybe...under that cold exterior, you are.'
Seto stared wide-eyed at him, and the rain ended quite suddenly. Yami glanced up, then shut the umbrella with a loud snap. As he handed the object to its owner, one of his long golden bangs fell over his eyes. He reached for it to brush it aside, but Seto got there first.
Sweeping the lock of hair aside with one finger, Seto smiled mockingly.
'Thanks...I guess.'
Slowly, almost unconsciously, they drew closer...and closer.
Suddenly Yami shot up off the bench, nearly beheading his companion. He turned his head as he did, to hide the deep blush plainly visible on his cheeks.
'I...I have to go. Aibou must be getting worried.' The boy muttered, then left.
Seto Kaiba sighed and looked out over the sea again. What exactly was happening to him...?
Chii: Heh, done. 'Tis okay, I guess. As always, please r&r.