*walks in singing Can't Touch This* Yay! Next Chapter. Okay, I've written
all of the story in my mind so I'm going to drop the rating down to PG.
It's mainly a shounen-ai fluff. Not sure how long it will be, I've written
to about 10, and then there should be at least 2 after that. Now, on to the
usual details. Ryou? Would you?
Ryou: Um... Heather doesn't own Mortal Combat or Yu-Gi-Oh, and honestly, we're all glad about that.
o.o Glad? -.- You better remember I'm the one writing this story... and you're in it... *thinks of ways to torture Ryou*
Ryou: O.o;;; I love you!!!!
That's better... *hands out cookies as she's munching on her pizza* yummy... Thanks again for reviewing everyone! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside ^^ I didn't get as many though... *shrugs* oh well. :) *cuddles her chibi Ryou doll* soooooo kawaii!!!! Thank you treana! And Ieyre, who said anyone would win? ~.^ *tries being all vague and mysterious* Lethe: my ch. vary in size depending on what I want to have happen in them. This one's a bit longer but some are downright small. ^^; sorry... Kayrie, I'm writing this for the people that want to read it, and if it makes it easier to read I'd change it. Anything for my readers!! The chess is actually a really integral part of the story. I like doing themes/motifs (my other ff is very theme-y). Blame my life of AP English ^^ Oh, and I'm sorry this took so long everyone, I just started up on my job, and things have been a bit hectic.
Pairings: Euro with an added Chase bonus. (Ha! I used the ship names that time!)
Key: /.../ someone's thoughts *...* stressed word
~Sizing up your opponent~
Ryou leaned back after finally making his move, and looked around the room. Duke and Tristan were deep in conversation about the book Duke had taken off of the shelf. Tea and Yuugi were watching Joey and Mokuba play Mortal Combat.
"Yes!" Mokuba yelled as he jumped to his feet. "Beat you again!"
"Six times in a row could still be a fluke," Joey grumbled.
Seto glanced up at this display and smiled to himself as he went back to looking at the board. He was pleasantly surprised at how well Ryou played, and he was just starting to formulate a plan of how to break through his defenses. After a few more moments he smiled again as he moved his knight into position.
Ryou brought his concentration back to the game, and after only a few moments consideration, he noticed Seto's trap. Sighing defeatedly (a/n it's not a word really, but it exists in my world! =P), he leaned back in his chair and toppled his king.
"You got me," he commented smiling at Seto.
Seto frowned slightly. "I was still two turns from beating you. Why end now and not finish the game?"
Ryou shrugged. "Why delay the inevitable?"
Seto opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Mokuba yelling, "Lunch time!" and hopping up to go eat.
Duke placed the book he was looking at back on the shelf and turned to Seto. "You have a wonderful collection," he commented.
"Thank you," Seto replied. "I have over seven hundred books in here."
"It's probably stupid to ask, but have you read most of them?" Duke inquired.
"I've read them all."
Duke's mouth dropped open. Seto noticed the reaction, and as he turned to leave he said, so only he and Ryou could hear, "I didn't say I had read *all* of all of them."
Ryou looked at Seto as he walked off, and back at Duke, who still seemed to be in shock. With a slight giggle, he followed everyone out of the room to go eat.
"Ryou! Wait up!" Duke called after him, obviously over his shock. "I don't want to get lost, you know."
"You could do that easily in here," Ryou commented turning a corner.
Mokuba stood at a door and waved at them. "Come on! The food's ready," he called to them.
Duke and Ryou walked into the room and were both overcome with awe again. The dining room could fit fifty people comfortably.
Seto gave Mokuba a look of annoyance as he entered after everyone. "To determine where everyone will be sitting, we are going to draw numbers. Everyone shall be given a number, and where that number is placed after the draw is where you will sit," he explained gesturing to a table set up in a small open area.
"I'm number one, Mikuba's number two. Yuugi, you'll be number three. Tristan..."
After everyone received their number Mokuba placed eight pieces of paper in a bowl and walked around the table placing one number on each plate.
"Okay!" he chirped. "Find your number!"
Ryou found his quickly. He'd be sitting by Tristan and -
"Kaiba?!" Joey exclaimed, looking at the person who was to be sitting between him and Ryou. There was a collective sigh of exasperation around the table.
Seto, who had gone to tell the kitchen staff they were ready, smirked. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
Joey sank into his seat, turning pink. "No," he grumbled.
Seto took his seat at the table and looked around. Ryou, Tristan, Duke, Tea, Mokuba, Yuugi, and then Joey. /This number thing isn't to bad./
The servers walked in at that point and began placing cheeses and sandwich meats on the table. Mokuba had said something not to fancy would be best so Seto had opted for a kind of deli lunch where everyone made their own sandwich.
One woman walked around with a plate of breads for everyone to choose from. Seto chose some wheat bread and looked at the plates. Before he could pick anything, the young woman asked for everyone's drink preference. Seto didn't respond. She knew what he wanted.
Seto began fixing his sandwich, but looked to his left when his name was practically whispered.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um..." Ryou shifted in his seat under the intense gaze. "I don't want to be rude, but can I have a salad or something?" he asked timidly.
Seto paused considering the request. "Are you a vegetarian?" he asked in response.
"Yes," Ryou mumbled quietly.
"I'm sorry. If I had known I would have had something else prepared for you already." Seto looked up as the drinks were brought in. "Rose, have a salad made and brought out to Ryou."
The young woman nodded. "Yes, sir. What dressing would you prefer?"
Ryou looked up at Rose. "Italian please," he answered, and Rose left.
Seto set his sandwich on his plate and took a sip of his water. Everyone had started eating and chatter broke out amongst them. He looked to his left at Ryou.
"I enjoyed the game, you played well," he said, feeling something should be said. Ryou blushed in response. /He does that often. I wonder why he's so nervous./
"Thank you," Ryou replied. "I had no chance of beating you, of course. You're very good. I enjoyed it though. I wasn't playing a computer so I was happy," he managed with a smile.
Seto even smiled a bit at that, much to Ryou's surprise. /He actually looks nice when he smiles.../
"Do you only play against a computer?" Seto asked, taking another sip.
"Mainly, yes. I play my father when he's home from one of the digs," Ryou explained. "Why aren't you eating?" he ask curiously.
"A host should never eat before his guests have gotten their food," Seto stated simply.
Ryou blushed again. /Great. Now I'm forcing him to wait on me./ "You can eat, it's okay," he said quickly.
"That's all right. I don't mind," Seto said smoothly. /There he goes blushing again. It's actually kind of cute. Like how Mokuba blushes every time I embarrass him./
Rose walked back into the room with a large salad and placed it in front of Ryou. "Enjoy," she said with a smile. "Anything else, sir?"
"No, thank you Rose," Seto answered starting on his sandwich.
Ryou began eating his salad thinking that he was glad he came today. /Seto's not all that bad. Plus he plays chess. No one who plays chess can be *all* bad./
Wee! Another chappie done. *re-reads a little* salad... mmm... I'm hungry. Bunches of Kudos(food again...) to Christina Ariko for answering my chess questions.
Seto: You could have just asked me...
You would have laughed at me, and said I was stupid for not knowing.
Seto: True...
-.- Anyway, be sure to review. I enjoy knowing how I'm doing. Oh, and flame away if you feel the need to. I could always use them to pop some popcorn... aaagh... food... must go eat.... *leaves singing Bad Boys(don't ask. I'm in a weird mood)*
Ryou: Um... Heather doesn't own Mortal Combat or Yu-Gi-Oh, and honestly, we're all glad about that.
o.o Glad? -.- You better remember I'm the one writing this story... and you're in it... *thinks of ways to torture Ryou*
Ryou: O.o;;; I love you!!!!
That's better... *hands out cookies as she's munching on her pizza* yummy... Thanks again for reviewing everyone! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside ^^ I didn't get as many though... *shrugs* oh well. :) *cuddles her chibi Ryou doll* soooooo kawaii!!!! Thank you treana! And Ieyre, who said anyone would win? ~.^ *tries being all vague and mysterious* Lethe: my ch. vary in size depending on what I want to have happen in them. This one's a bit longer but some are downright small. ^^; sorry... Kayrie, I'm writing this for the people that want to read it, and if it makes it easier to read I'd change it. Anything for my readers!! The chess is actually a really integral part of the story. I like doing themes/motifs (my other ff is very theme-y). Blame my life of AP English ^^ Oh, and I'm sorry this took so long everyone, I just started up on my job, and things have been a bit hectic.
Pairings: Euro with an added Chase bonus. (Ha! I used the ship names that time!)
Key: /.../ someone's thoughts *...* stressed word
~Sizing up your opponent~
Ryou leaned back after finally making his move, and looked around the room. Duke and Tristan were deep in conversation about the book Duke had taken off of the shelf. Tea and Yuugi were watching Joey and Mokuba play Mortal Combat.
"Yes!" Mokuba yelled as he jumped to his feet. "Beat you again!"
"Six times in a row could still be a fluke," Joey grumbled.
Seto glanced up at this display and smiled to himself as he went back to looking at the board. He was pleasantly surprised at how well Ryou played, and he was just starting to formulate a plan of how to break through his defenses. After a few more moments he smiled again as he moved his knight into position.
Ryou brought his concentration back to the game, and after only a few moments consideration, he noticed Seto's trap. Sighing defeatedly (a/n it's not a word really, but it exists in my world! =P), he leaned back in his chair and toppled his king.
"You got me," he commented smiling at Seto.
Seto frowned slightly. "I was still two turns from beating you. Why end now and not finish the game?"
Ryou shrugged. "Why delay the inevitable?"
Seto opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Mokuba yelling, "Lunch time!" and hopping up to go eat.
Duke placed the book he was looking at back on the shelf and turned to Seto. "You have a wonderful collection," he commented.
"Thank you," Seto replied. "I have over seven hundred books in here."
"It's probably stupid to ask, but have you read most of them?" Duke inquired.
"I've read them all."
Duke's mouth dropped open. Seto noticed the reaction, and as he turned to leave he said, so only he and Ryou could hear, "I didn't say I had read *all* of all of them."
Ryou looked at Seto as he walked off, and back at Duke, who still seemed to be in shock. With a slight giggle, he followed everyone out of the room to go eat.
"Ryou! Wait up!" Duke called after him, obviously over his shock. "I don't want to get lost, you know."
"You could do that easily in here," Ryou commented turning a corner.
Mokuba stood at a door and waved at them. "Come on! The food's ready," he called to them.
Duke and Ryou walked into the room and were both overcome with awe again. The dining room could fit fifty people comfortably.
Seto gave Mokuba a look of annoyance as he entered after everyone. "To determine where everyone will be sitting, we are going to draw numbers. Everyone shall be given a number, and where that number is placed after the draw is where you will sit," he explained gesturing to a table set up in a small open area.
"I'm number one, Mikuba's number two. Yuugi, you'll be number three. Tristan..."
After everyone received their number Mokuba placed eight pieces of paper in a bowl and walked around the table placing one number on each plate.
"Okay!" he chirped. "Find your number!"
Ryou found his quickly. He'd be sitting by Tristan and -
"Kaiba?!" Joey exclaimed, looking at the person who was to be sitting between him and Ryou. There was a collective sigh of exasperation around the table.
Seto, who had gone to tell the kitchen staff they were ready, smirked. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
Joey sank into his seat, turning pink. "No," he grumbled.
Seto took his seat at the table and looked around. Ryou, Tristan, Duke, Tea, Mokuba, Yuugi, and then Joey. /This number thing isn't to bad./
The servers walked in at that point and began placing cheeses and sandwich meats on the table. Mokuba had said something not to fancy would be best so Seto had opted for a kind of deli lunch where everyone made their own sandwich.
One woman walked around with a plate of breads for everyone to choose from. Seto chose some wheat bread and looked at the plates. Before he could pick anything, the young woman asked for everyone's drink preference. Seto didn't respond. She knew what he wanted.
Seto began fixing his sandwich, but looked to his left when his name was practically whispered.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um..." Ryou shifted in his seat under the intense gaze. "I don't want to be rude, but can I have a salad or something?" he asked timidly.
Seto paused considering the request. "Are you a vegetarian?" he asked in response.
"Yes," Ryou mumbled quietly.
"I'm sorry. If I had known I would have had something else prepared for you already." Seto looked up as the drinks were brought in. "Rose, have a salad made and brought out to Ryou."
The young woman nodded. "Yes, sir. What dressing would you prefer?"
Ryou looked up at Rose. "Italian please," he answered, and Rose left.
Seto set his sandwich on his plate and took a sip of his water. Everyone had started eating and chatter broke out amongst them. He looked to his left at Ryou.
"I enjoyed the game, you played well," he said, feeling something should be said. Ryou blushed in response. /He does that often. I wonder why he's so nervous./
"Thank you," Ryou replied. "I had no chance of beating you, of course. You're very good. I enjoyed it though. I wasn't playing a computer so I was happy," he managed with a smile.
Seto even smiled a bit at that, much to Ryou's surprise. /He actually looks nice when he smiles.../
"Do you only play against a computer?" Seto asked, taking another sip.
"Mainly, yes. I play my father when he's home from one of the digs," Ryou explained. "Why aren't you eating?" he ask curiously.
"A host should never eat before his guests have gotten their food," Seto stated simply.
Ryou blushed again. /Great. Now I'm forcing him to wait on me./ "You can eat, it's okay," he said quickly.
"That's all right. I don't mind," Seto said smoothly. /There he goes blushing again. It's actually kind of cute. Like how Mokuba blushes every time I embarrass him./
Rose walked back into the room with a large salad and placed it in front of Ryou. "Enjoy," she said with a smile. "Anything else, sir?"
"No, thank you Rose," Seto answered starting on his sandwich.
Ryou began eating his salad thinking that he was glad he came today. /Seto's not all that bad. Plus he plays chess. No one who plays chess can be *all* bad./
Wee! Another chappie done. *re-reads a little* salad... mmm... I'm hungry. Bunches of Kudos(food again...) to Christina Ariko for answering my chess questions.
Seto: You could have just asked me...
You would have laughed at me, and said I was stupid for not knowing.
Seto: True...
-.- Anyway, be sure to review. I enjoy knowing how I'm doing. Oh, and flame away if you feel the need to. I could always use them to pop some popcorn... aaagh... food... must go eat.... *leaves singing Bad Boys(don't ask. I'm in a weird mood)*