disclaimer: i don't own yu-gi-oh! whatever...but i guess i own setoiya cause i made her up like last night...yeah...
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He walked into the classroom with a deep frown on his face.
He was arrogant.
He was cruel.
He was ingenious.
He was a gorgeous guy and he knew it.
He was only in that room at the moment because he had to be in it.
Yet, he was capable of hacking into the school's computer and shortening his pointless hours in the building; he could and will do it.
If that wasn't enough, he was also rich.
He was powerful.
He could be in control of the whole world if that was what he desired.
Thankfully, it was not.
He was the CEO of Kaiba Corp.
He was Seto Kaiba.
And he was in for a surprise.
"Class, I have a very important announcement to make," translation: listen to me or meet your doom.
The room became still as everyone waited for the teacher to continue speaking.
"We have a new student. She is from America,"
This announcement didn't have an ounce of importance as far as Kaiba was concerned.
But then the girl walked into the room and although she didn't make the announcement immensely important, she raised its level of importance just a tiny bit.
She was worthy of a tiny fraction of Kaiba's attention.
Not because she was pretty.
Not because she was ugly.
Not because she was short or tall or skinny or fat.
Not because she wore the sweetest of smiles or the dourest of frowns.
But because she looked...like...him.
Just a little bit, but no one could doubt that some resemblance was there.
Her hair was the same obscene color of light, yet dark, brown, but, of course, it was longer than he will ever allow his to be.
Her bangs fell over her eyes in semi-waves in the same way his did, but they didn't look quite so unorganized as his.
Her height was...well...tall; just about as tall as he was, and that was an unusually tall height.
But most important of all, her eyes were a reflection of his; unsettlingly blue things that could look into your very soul, or, at the very least, traumatize your self confidence forever with just one icy glare.
Never in his life, has Kaiba met someone with those same eyes...for the exception of his mother, of course.
His mind raced. Who was she? Did anyone else notice the similarities? Was he going mad? Duct tape was immediately put over the mouths of his screaming questions as the teacher began to speak again.
"This is Setoiya-"
"That's ok. Don't even try to pronounce my last name," interrupted Setoiya. She had tried to be polite but the edge was evident in her tone.
~she's nothing like me~ thought Kaiba to himself. So what if she was obviously rude like he was? She had made an attempt to be polite too.
He was formal.
He used big, fancy words.
But he never had and probably never will try to be polite to anyone or anything. The only exception? His brother, of course, but that is most definitely beside the point.
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Lunchtime.
Finally.
Well of COURSE he would not attempt to talk to Setoiya or be even anywhere near her! He would not stoop to that. Would. Not.
So he let Yugi and his pathetic loser-friends do the work instead.
"So your name's like...Say-to-ee-yah right?" asked Katsuya, pronouncing her name Japanese-like.
"Yes, I'm Setoiya," she pronounced her own name the way it had always been pronounced until now: strung together; flowing.
She obviously thought her own way of pronouncing was better.
They obviously had no opinion on the matter. They couldn't. Could. N't. Her name wasn't Enlish-like. Yet it didn't sound like a Nehongo type of name.
Well enough of that.
"...And you are...?" Setoiya looked at Katsuya pointedly.
"I'm Katsuya," he answered.
"And I'm Yugi,"
"I'm Anzu,"
"Ryou,"
Her defensive frown was replaced by a ready smile.
Kaiba was disgusted.
~she's nothing like me~ and he was glad.
And he was in denial.
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eeeeeh well i would've written more...'cept i gotta go to bed...and i don't feel like typing XD ok i admit it i'm lazy
PLEEEEEZE REVIEW I NEEEEED REVIEWS!!!!!!!! THANKEES JA NE
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He walked into the classroom with a deep frown on his face.
He was arrogant.
He was cruel.
He was ingenious.
He was a gorgeous guy and he knew it.
He was only in that room at the moment because he had to be in it.
Yet, he was capable of hacking into the school's computer and shortening his pointless hours in the building; he could and will do it.
If that wasn't enough, he was also rich.
He was powerful.
He could be in control of the whole world if that was what he desired.
Thankfully, it was not.
He was the CEO of Kaiba Corp.
He was Seto Kaiba.
And he was in for a surprise.
"Class, I have a very important announcement to make," translation: listen to me or meet your doom.
The room became still as everyone waited for the teacher to continue speaking.
"We have a new student. She is from America,"
This announcement didn't have an ounce of importance as far as Kaiba was concerned.
But then the girl walked into the room and although she didn't make the announcement immensely important, she raised its level of importance just a tiny bit.
She was worthy of a tiny fraction of Kaiba's attention.
Not because she was pretty.
Not because she was ugly.
Not because she was short or tall or skinny or fat.
Not because she wore the sweetest of smiles or the dourest of frowns.
But because she looked...like...him.
Just a little bit, but no one could doubt that some resemblance was there.
Her hair was the same obscene color of light, yet dark, brown, but, of course, it was longer than he will ever allow his to be.
Her bangs fell over her eyes in semi-waves in the same way his did, but they didn't look quite so unorganized as his.
Her height was...well...tall; just about as tall as he was, and that was an unusually tall height.
But most important of all, her eyes were a reflection of his; unsettlingly blue things that could look into your very soul, or, at the very least, traumatize your self confidence forever with just one icy glare.
Never in his life, has Kaiba met someone with those same eyes...for the exception of his mother, of course.
His mind raced. Who was she? Did anyone else notice the similarities? Was he going mad? Duct tape was immediately put over the mouths of his screaming questions as the teacher began to speak again.
"This is Setoiya-"
"That's ok. Don't even try to pronounce my last name," interrupted Setoiya. She had tried to be polite but the edge was evident in her tone.
~she's nothing like me~ thought Kaiba to himself. So what if she was obviously rude like he was? She had made an attempt to be polite too.
He was formal.
He used big, fancy words.
But he never had and probably never will try to be polite to anyone or anything. The only exception? His brother, of course, but that is most definitely beside the point.
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Lunchtime.
Finally.
Well of COURSE he would not attempt to talk to Setoiya or be even anywhere near her! He would not stoop to that. Would. Not.
So he let Yugi and his pathetic loser-friends do the work instead.
"So your name's like...Say-to-ee-yah right?" asked Katsuya, pronouncing her name Japanese-like.
"Yes, I'm Setoiya," she pronounced her own name the way it had always been pronounced until now: strung together; flowing.
She obviously thought her own way of pronouncing was better.
They obviously had no opinion on the matter. They couldn't. Could. N't. Her name wasn't Enlish-like. Yet it didn't sound like a Nehongo type of name.
Well enough of that.
"...And you are...?" Setoiya looked at Katsuya pointedly.
"I'm Katsuya," he answered.
"And I'm Yugi,"
"I'm Anzu,"
"Ryou,"
Her defensive frown was replaced by a ready smile.
Kaiba was disgusted.
~she's nothing like me~ and he was glad.
And he was in denial.
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eeeeeh well i would've written more...'cept i gotta go to bed...and i don't feel like typing XD ok i admit it i'm lazy
PLEEEEEZE REVIEW I NEEEEED REVIEWS!!!!!!!! THANKEES JA NE