Autheress here.
I just realized I have a thing for men with accents. I dunno why, but ooh! I love it!
Aoyou: Do you think that's...good-girl enough? Do I whack you for that one?
Autheress: Why? I'm not being A) Perverted. B)Dirty C) I'm not swearing!
Aoyou: She has a point...but for good measure..
(Loud, sound pounding)
Autheress: WHAT WAS THAT FOR???!!!
Aoyou: I knew you were thinking about Kurama's accent, Ewan McGregor's accent, AND Elijah Wood's accent!
Autheress:(shrugs) Good point...heh heh...
Aoyou: My arm is beginning to get tired!
Autheress: And that's why you're a DEFECTIVE Gaurdian Angel.
Aoyou: Good point.
JewelValentine: Aww...here's a cookie, Autheress!
LadyKatsu: ME TOO!
Er...right. I don't own Shakespeare, even though that stuff is so old it's public domain by now...anyways..
Ahem, anyways. I realize I use the club Stage House in more than one of my FF.com stories. I use it in Life is Linked as well, but, I swear, when I rule the world there will be a teen nightclub called the Stage House. It's something I just needed to put in. You don't need to understand it, just you need to know that. Or something. I'm gonna stop rambling and start writing.
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The neighborhood was peaceful, quiet. Every window on every house was dark, all except one. One window was still faintly glowing. That one window belonging to Kiamo Luniari, bleach blonde beauty, local waitress and tonight, party-goer.
She slid open that still-lit window, and swung out, dressed in a very peculiar fashion to attempt to slide down a gutter. Peculiar at least, to attempt to do so quietly.
She wore tall black boots, a black-and-white striped miniskirt, and a hot pink halter top. Black eyeliner and mascara outlined strange gray eyes, which were sworn to change color, depending on her moods.
Big boots are in definition not quiet under normal circumstances. When put in a situation where they are trying to latch onto a gutter pipe, they are as loud as the fireworks at the annual Butterfly Festival.
Kiamo froze as her heel collided with the side of the house and made a loud thump. She couldn't afford to have anyone in her house wake up, or she could say goodbye to any and all freedoms. She cursed under her breath, and scrambled as quietly as possible back into her window.
"Obviously, boots won't be making an appearance at the club tonight." She muttered, taking off the offending items. Without them, the skirt looked silly. That hit the growing No pile as well. And the top without the matching skirt was something Kiamo wouldn't be seen in.
She softly pulled open her closet. Nothing. All of her party outfits were undeniably unsuited to a ride down Gutterpipe Express. That was her only ticket to music, men, and dancing tonight, with her other two girlfriends, Komiko Ishitono and Katsuko Majoh.
Kiamo also had the sneaking suspicion Komiko would end up bringing her boyfriend, Suuichi. And Katsuko, or just Katsu, would end up inviting her "friend" Yusuke. And with Yusuke and Suuichi came strange, short Hiei and tall, stupid Kuwabara. All together, a recipe for a good time. Something Kiamo was determined not to miss.
Instead of looking for something that would be her first party choice, she opted for Stealth. Jeans, well faded, lace-up to the knee. Nice. The obvious choice with jeans; a close-fit Tee. Preferably hot pink.
Kiamo held up another choice, a simple, plain, white tee shirt. Somehow, it felt right. She slipped into on, and stuffed a pair of floppy foam geta into her back pocket.
Bare feet and pants were the correct formula. One quick ride down, and Kiamo was off and running to the time of her life.
...
Kurama, or, known as Suuichi to other humans, toyed with Komiko's short, red-brown hair. Komiko was an alias as well; her real name was Emiko.
Both were fox demons, reincarnated as humans. In their previous life, the two had been mates for life. That still counted in human bodies, making them closer than close.
"When's Kiamo gettin' here?" Another girl, human through and through, asked irritably. Her name was Katsuko, but was affectionately called Katsu for short. In arguments, Katsu would stubbornly repeat even though traditionally a male name, it was HER nickname, therefore, also a girl's name. Any who opposed were subject to her immediate wrath. Her pale, almost unbelievingly light colored eyes glared at the door to the teen club called the Stage House.
"Relax, Katty." This speaker was hot-headed Spirit Detective Yusuke Urameshi, black-haired and the epitamy of bad-boy. Though he and Katsu had agreed they would rather wait to get more involved in a relationship, it was clear they were more than simply friends.
The other two with them were Hiei and Kuwabara. Hiei looked utterly bored; Kuwabara looked tired.
He had been cramming for a test he had to pass or fail his class. And if he failed Health, his sister Shizuru would either kill him or humiliate him. Or both. Plus that; Shizuru had gone "Nazi cleaning" as she called it, for Seto Kaiba was coming the next morning.
The doors finally burst open, and Kiamo entered, looking very non-party but very pretty all the same. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late, I had a-"
"Clothing crisis." Emiko and Katsu chimed in.
"Yeah. How did y'know?"
"You always have a clothing crisis." Katsu rolled her eyes, gesturing down at herself. Dressed in low black heels, and a cute jean skirt and black tank, she looked comfortable. "You should learn the art of 'throwing an outfit together' and not worrying if it's good enough."
"That wasn't my problem tonight. I had to find something a cat-burglar would use." Kiamo joked. "My drain pipe is loud when combined with tall heels."
"Girls," Yusuke commented. "Always going on about material things. What about the real things in life?"
"Like what?" Katsu turned to him. "Beating up defenseless lower classmen?"
"Now you're talking!"
Laughing and joking, the group made its way to the dance floor.
...
If there was one thing the Stage House was well known for, it was, well, the Stage. A huge thing that stretched from wall to wall of the large teen night club. In the center was a raised platform for the Stage House band, and next to that was a disk jockey, ready to take over when the band needed breaks.
Lights flashed on and off, making the wide wooden surface dance with colors. And the biggest attraction of all was the spotlight that roved relentlessly around the dancing crowd. That spotlight would once and awhile stop, either narrowing to rest on a single person, or highlighting an entire group. Then, that group or person got to dance on the Stage.
Girls ofton came here night after night, waiting for some bishonen to be called to the Stage. Then, that person would be mobbed by wanna-be girlfriends afterwards. In other words, The Stage House Spotlight was a sure way to get whatever action you wanted.
A newer and equally popular feature of the Stage House was its crimson colored spotlights called Kiss N' Tellers.
The Stage House MC would call out "Okay, class, it's time for Kiss N' Tell!" The main Stage House Spotlight would focus to the middle of the dancing floor, and all dancers would clear out and ring around it. Then, the red lights would rove the crowd until they would stop on a boy and a girl.
If the two selected were brave enough, they'd go to the middle of the main spotlight to meet their newest kissing partner. And there, in the middle of everyone, they would kiss one another.
Seto Kaiba was completely unaware of these two traditions at the teen night club as he walked in the doors. He had parked his black Mustang a few blocks away, and had enjoyed the small stroll to the club.
He wasn't supposed to be in Sarasaski town until tomorrow morning, but he found he could easily sleep in a posh hotel tonight and avoid driving all night to arrive next morning. Besides, he needed to quote, "Get caught partying." And the sooner that happened, the sooner he got Hirugasashi Electronics.
Seto wasn't sure what exactly to wear to a teen night club. He'd never really been to any place where there wasn't a guest list and champagne. Those were all strictly black tie affairs.
Another problem was Seto didn't want to be recognized at a club. Getting mobbed by money-chasing fangirls wasn't at the top of his list.
This conundrum had bothered Seto, so before he left he and his personal tailors had made clothing arrangements.
"Zackrie, Gregori, Matti." Seto had stalked into their office six hours earlier. "I have a clothing crisis."
Matti, a stylish blonde man in his mid-twenties gasped, putting a well manicured hand to his mouth. He wore a tailored suit that had been cut to shreds, then re-stitched with wild colors of thread. "Business meeting? Or an important dual?"
Zackrie, the youngest of the three, perhaps nineteen was leaning against the wall thoughtfully. He was equally stylish as Matti, though his clothing was more contemporary. "I could make up a new cape-jacket in minutes, Master Kaiba."
Gregori, forty-two and proud, twirled a lock of green hair around his finger. His look was strictly post modern. "Shall we perhaps aim a little more diabolical? More black and silver!"
"No. What do normal teens dress like at parties?"
Their reactions were precious. Gregori's jaw dropped, Zackrie's eyebrows shot up into his thick blonde hair, and Matti actually fell off of his chair.
"You kid us not?" Matti managed out.
Gregori winced. "But Master Kaiba, the look I'm envisioning isn't you at all!"
Zackrie was the most understanding. "I'll dial up a custom made jeans store. You'll look fabulous in faded denims! Ooh, and some black flip-flops, perhaps, or hemp-strap sandals..."
Matti caught the enthusiasm. "A plain white tee shirt, tightish, ya think? With a design on the lower back! And Gregori, as Resident Hair guru, I vote you mess up Master Kaiba's hair properly."
So there he was, standing in slightly form fitting jeans, handpicked by Zackrie. The young man had also delivered the promised hemp-strap sandals. Seto's white silk Tee was Matti's insistence, with a small appliqu‚d blue dragon curling around the hemline. His hair was firmly combed in place; Seto had refused Gregori's offer of a haircut.
"Damn them!" Seto swore. His fashion experts may have single-handedly blown his temporary cover. He was the only man wearing white and sandals.
Luckily, everyone's attention was focused on two roving red lights. Seto took their distraction to his advantage and started into the crowd.
Kiamo and her friends held their breath. The red spotlight was slowing down, circling round and round them.
"It's slowing down!" Katsu squeaked. "Oh, if it picks me-"
"I'll find whoever's runnin' the light and I'll beat him to a bloody pulp." Yusuke cut in.
"-I'll back out." Katsu finished, looking as though she were unsure whether or not to be mad that Yusuke cut her off or pleased he didn't want her kissing other boys.
The light slowed down, hesitated, then stopped on Kiamo's bleached head. She jumped up and down, cheering and grinning wildly. Now this was what she needed!
Seto was wondering why people were cheering so loudly, and why a light was shinning on him. And strange enough, everyone was staring at him! They knew who he was! He started pushing through the crowd, people patting him on the back and screaming. They were parting for him, and then he stumbled into a circle of white light.
An angel in jeans stood opposite him, mouth open, forming a cute little o. Her eyes shone gray-green, and her hair shone bright blonde under the powerful light.
Kiamo couldn't help but stare as the gorgeous guy as he pushed through the excited crowd. His icy blue eyes filled up her vision, and she could see his toned torso beneath the white tee-shirt. Slightly tight pants on this bishonen were given a two thumbs' up review in her book!
"And now, the magical moment of the night..." The MC drawled. "When Romeo and Juliet meet in the middle of the dance floor..."
Seto found that the angel had walked up to him, staring into his eyes. What do I say? Ran through his head. What do I say...Romeo! That could work!
"I smooth this rough touch...." He managed out.
"Two blushing pilgrims, right?" Kiamo squeaked. "I mean..yeah."
"It's time, to, Kiss N' Tell!" The MC said dramatically. "Go ahead, lovebirds, give 'er a kiss!"
"Let lips do what hands do.." Kiamo breathed, and tilted her face upwards, closing her eyes. She pursed her lips expectantly.
Seto looked around wildly. What? Kiss her? I never signed up for this! Well...here goes....
He leaned down, and gently brushed his mouth on hers, unused to the whole business. A boy who owns a company doesn't have much time to perfect his make-out skills. To Kiamo, however, it was wonderful.
"Hey, isn't that Seto Kaiba?"
"It is!! Oh my, I'm in love with him!"
Seto jerked back, unaware he had taken Kiamo's hand while kissing her. She stumbled forwards, and then was swpt off into the crowd.
"What the h-"
"Just don't stop 'till we're out!" Seto cut her off.
Yusuke and the others pushed their way closest. "Kiamo!"
"A little crowd control, please?!" Kiamo screamed as some girl pounced towards her, long, fake fingernails splayed out.
"Sure." Emiko shrugged, a devious, fox-like smile spreading on her lips. She launched herself at the attacker, shrieking, "HE'S MINE!!!"
Kurama just chuckled at the sight of his mate grappling with a fangirl on the club house floor, also blocking the path Seto and Kiamo had taken. Obviously, Emiko was far superior as a fighter, but Miss Fake-fingernails had fanatic passion on her side. And, Emiko didn't feel breaking bones necessary.
Seto and Kiamo burst through the door, and rounded the corner. They continued running until Seto reached his car. He leaned against it, panting.
"Why'd, you, follow me?" He gasped out. This was the first getaway without a helicopter involved, and he was exhausted.
"You-" Kiamo panted, "wouldn't, let, go." She wrenched her hand free of his grip.
"Oh."
"Are you Seto Kaiba..?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
Kaimo and Seto both looked down uncomfortably. The silence was broken by a loud commotion from the Stage House two blocks away.
"Hey! She started it!" Emiko's theatrical whine reached their ears faintly. "Fine! I'll wait outside, thank-you! No need to throw me out..."
"She was kind of...determined." Seto said, sounding slightly ludicrous that someone would actually attack to defend a flimsy claim.
"Oh. That was my friend, Komiko, doing a little Fangirl take-down." Kiamo had gotten her breath back sufficiently to giggle. "She's to thank for our escape."
Seto laughed, then opened his car-door. "Alright. Shall I escort you home?"
"I'd like that."
They both got into the car, and it pulled away from the curb, lights cutting into the darkness.
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Autheress at your service.
Nah, that doesn't sound as good as simply "Autheress here." I'm trying to escape the title of "Broken Record" for above said greeting.
Anywho, I've completely decided to eliminate the rape scene. No good vibs all around, there.
Nothing much more to rant about, except my wrists hurt again. Review if you have a soul- I mean, please...you have to- I mean, don't have to if you don't want to..
I just realized I have a thing for men with accents. I dunno why, but ooh! I love it!
Aoyou: Do you think that's...good-girl enough? Do I whack you for that one?
Autheress: Why? I'm not being A) Perverted. B)Dirty C) I'm not swearing!
Aoyou: She has a point...but for good measure..
(Loud, sound pounding)
Autheress: WHAT WAS THAT FOR???!!!
Aoyou: I knew you were thinking about Kurama's accent, Ewan McGregor's accent, AND Elijah Wood's accent!
Autheress:(shrugs) Good point...heh heh...
Aoyou: My arm is beginning to get tired!
Autheress: And that's why you're a DEFECTIVE Gaurdian Angel.
Aoyou: Good point.
JewelValentine: Aww...here's a cookie, Autheress!
LadyKatsu: ME TOO!
Er...right. I don't own Shakespeare, even though that stuff is so old it's public domain by now...anyways..
Ahem, anyways. I realize I use the club Stage House in more than one of my FF.com stories. I use it in Life is Linked as well, but, I swear, when I rule the world there will be a teen nightclub called the Stage House. It's something I just needed to put in. You don't need to understand it, just you need to know that. Or something. I'm gonna stop rambling and start writing.
SSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssTTTTTTTTTTTTTtttttttttAAAAaaaaaaaaRRRRRRRrrrrTTTTTTttttttt
The neighborhood was peaceful, quiet. Every window on every house was dark, all except one. One window was still faintly glowing. That one window belonging to Kiamo Luniari, bleach blonde beauty, local waitress and tonight, party-goer.
She slid open that still-lit window, and swung out, dressed in a very peculiar fashion to attempt to slide down a gutter. Peculiar at least, to attempt to do so quietly.
She wore tall black boots, a black-and-white striped miniskirt, and a hot pink halter top. Black eyeliner and mascara outlined strange gray eyes, which were sworn to change color, depending on her moods.
Big boots are in definition not quiet under normal circumstances. When put in a situation where they are trying to latch onto a gutter pipe, they are as loud as the fireworks at the annual Butterfly Festival.
Kiamo froze as her heel collided with the side of the house and made a loud thump. She couldn't afford to have anyone in her house wake up, or she could say goodbye to any and all freedoms. She cursed under her breath, and scrambled as quietly as possible back into her window.
"Obviously, boots won't be making an appearance at the club tonight." She muttered, taking off the offending items. Without them, the skirt looked silly. That hit the growing No pile as well. And the top without the matching skirt was something Kiamo wouldn't be seen in.
She softly pulled open her closet. Nothing. All of her party outfits were undeniably unsuited to a ride down Gutterpipe Express. That was her only ticket to music, men, and dancing tonight, with her other two girlfriends, Komiko Ishitono and Katsuko Majoh.
Kiamo also had the sneaking suspicion Komiko would end up bringing her boyfriend, Suuichi. And Katsuko, or just Katsu, would end up inviting her "friend" Yusuke. And with Yusuke and Suuichi came strange, short Hiei and tall, stupid Kuwabara. All together, a recipe for a good time. Something Kiamo was determined not to miss.
Instead of looking for something that would be her first party choice, she opted for Stealth. Jeans, well faded, lace-up to the knee. Nice. The obvious choice with jeans; a close-fit Tee. Preferably hot pink.
Kiamo held up another choice, a simple, plain, white tee shirt. Somehow, it felt right. She slipped into on, and stuffed a pair of floppy foam geta into her back pocket.
Bare feet and pants were the correct formula. One quick ride down, and Kiamo was off and running to the time of her life.
...
Kurama, or, known as Suuichi to other humans, toyed with Komiko's short, red-brown hair. Komiko was an alias as well; her real name was Emiko.
Both were fox demons, reincarnated as humans. In their previous life, the two had been mates for life. That still counted in human bodies, making them closer than close.
"When's Kiamo gettin' here?" Another girl, human through and through, asked irritably. Her name was Katsuko, but was affectionately called Katsu for short. In arguments, Katsu would stubbornly repeat even though traditionally a male name, it was HER nickname, therefore, also a girl's name. Any who opposed were subject to her immediate wrath. Her pale, almost unbelievingly light colored eyes glared at the door to the teen club called the Stage House.
"Relax, Katty." This speaker was hot-headed Spirit Detective Yusuke Urameshi, black-haired and the epitamy of bad-boy. Though he and Katsu had agreed they would rather wait to get more involved in a relationship, it was clear they were more than simply friends.
The other two with them were Hiei and Kuwabara. Hiei looked utterly bored; Kuwabara looked tired.
He had been cramming for a test he had to pass or fail his class. And if he failed Health, his sister Shizuru would either kill him or humiliate him. Or both. Plus that; Shizuru had gone "Nazi cleaning" as she called it, for Seto Kaiba was coming the next morning.
The doors finally burst open, and Kiamo entered, looking very non-party but very pretty all the same. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late, I had a-"
"Clothing crisis." Emiko and Katsu chimed in.
"Yeah. How did y'know?"
"You always have a clothing crisis." Katsu rolled her eyes, gesturing down at herself. Dressed in low black heels, and a cute jean skirt and black tank, she looked comfortable. "You should learn the art of 'throwing an outfit together' and not worrying if it's good enough."
"That wasn't my problem tonight. I had to find something a cat-burglar would use." Kiamo joked. "My drain pipe is loud when combined with tall heels."
"Girls," Yusuke commented. "Always going on about material things. What about the real things in life?"
"Like what?" Katsu turned to him. "Beating up defenseless lower classmen?"
"Now you're talking!"
Laughing and joking, the group made its way to the dance floor.
...
If there was one thing the Stage House was well known for, it was, well, the Stage. A huge thing that stretched from wall to wall of the large teen night club. In the center was a raised platform for the Stage House band, and next to that was a disk jockey, ready to take over when the band needed breaks.
Lights flashed on and off, making the wide wooden surface dance with colors. And the biggest attraction of all was the spotlight that roved relentlessly around the dancing crowd. That spotlight would once and awhile stop, either narrowing to rest on a single person, or highlighting an entire group. Then, that group or person got to dance on the Stage.
Girls ofton came here night after night, waiting for some bishonen to be called to the Stage. Then, that person would be mobbed by wanna-be girlfriends afterwards. In other words, The Stage House Spotlight was a sure way to get whatever action you wanted.
A newer and equally popular feature of the Stage House was its crimson colored spotlights called Kiss N' Tellers.
The Stage House MC would call out "Okay, class, it's time for Kiss N' Tell!" The main Stage House Spotlight would focus to the middle of the dancing floor, and all dancers would clear out and ring around it. Then, the red lights would rove the crowd until they would stop on a boy and a girl.
If the two selected were brave enough, they'd go to the middle of the main spotlight to meet their newest kissing partner. And there, in the middle of everyone, they would kiss one another.
Seto Kaiba was completely unaware of these two traditions at the teen night club as he walked in the doors. He had parked his black Mustang a few blocks away, and had enjoyed the small stroll to the club.
He wasn't supposed to be in Sarasaski town until tomorrow morning, but he found he could easily sleep in a posh hotel tonight and avoid driving all night to arrive next morning. Besides, he needed to quote, "Get caught partying." And the sooner that happened, the sooner he got Hirugasashi Electronics.
Seto wasn't sure what exactly to wear to a teen night club. He'd never really been to any place where there wasn't a guest list and champagne. Those were all strictly black tie affairs.
Another problem was Seto didn't want to be recognized at a club. Getting mobbed by money-chasing fangirls wasn't at the top of his list.
This conundrum had bothered Seto, so before he left he and his personal tailors had made clothing arrangements.
"Zackrie, Gregori, Matti." Seto had stalked into their office six hours earlier. "I have a clothing crisis."
Matti, a stylish blonde man in his mid-twenties gasped, putting a well manicured hand to his mouth. He wore a tailored suit that had been cut to shreds, then re-stitched with wild colors of thread. "Business meeting? Or an important dual?"
Zackrie, the youngest of the three, perhaps nineteen was leaning against the wall thoughtfully. He was equally stylish as Matti, though his clothing was more contemporary. "I could make up a new cape-jacket in minutes, Master Kaiba."
Gregori, forty-two and proud, twirled a lock of green hair around his finger. His look was strictly post modern. "Shall we perhaps aim a little more diabolical? More black and silver!"
"No. What do normal teens dress like at parties?"
Their reactions were precious. Gregori's jaw dropped, Zackrie's eyebrows shot up into his thick blonde hair, and Matti actually fell off of his chair.
"You kid us not?" Matti managed out.
Gregori winced. "But Master Kaiba, the look I'm envisioning isn't you at all!"
Zackrie was the most understanding. "I'll dial up a custom made jeans store. You'll look fabulous in faded denims! Ooh, and some black flip-flops, perhaps, or hemp-strap sandals..."
Matti caught the enthusiasm. "A plain white tee shirt, tightish, ya think? With a design on the lower back! And Gregori, as Resident Hair guru, I vote you mess up Master Kaiba's hair properly."
So there he was, standing in slightly form fitting jeans, handpicked by Zackrie. The young man had also delivered the promised hemp-strap sandals. Seto's white silk Tee was Matti's insistence, with a small appliqu‚d blue dragon curling around the hemline. His hair was firmly combed in place; Seto had refused Gregori's offer of a haircut.
"Damn them!" Seto swore. His fashion experts may have single-handedly blown his temporary cover. He was the only man wearing white and sandals.
Luckily, everyone's attention was focused on two roving red lights. Seto took their distraction to his advantage and started into the crowd.
Kiamo and her friends held their breath. The red spotlight was slowing down, circling round and round them.
"It's slowing down!" Katsu squeaked. "Oh, if it picks me-"
"I'll find whoever's runnin' the light and I'll beat him to a bloody pulp." Yusuke cut in.
"-I'll back out." Katsu finished, looking as though she were unsure whether or not to be mad that Yusuke cut her off or pleased he didn't want her kissing other boys.
The light slowed down, hesitated, then stopped on Kiamo's bleached head. She jumped up and down, cheering and grinning wildly. Now this was what she needed!
Seto was wondering why people were cheering so loudly, and why a light was shinning on him. And strange enough, everyone was staring at him! They knew who he was! He started pushing through the crowd, people patting him on the back and screaming. They were parting for him, and then he stumbled into a circle of white light.
An angel in jeans stood opposite him, mouth open, forming a cute little o. Her eyes shone gray-green, and her hair shone bright blonde under the powerful light.
Kiamo couldn't help but stare as the gorgeous guy as he pushed through the excited crowd. His icy blue eyes filled up her vision, and she could see his toned torso beneath the white tee-shirt. Slightly tight pants on this bishonen were given a two thumbs' up review in her book!
"And now, the magical moment of the night..." The MC drawled. "When Romeo and Juliet meet in the middle of the dance floor..."
Seto found that the angel had walked up to him, staring into his eyes. What do I say? Ran through his head. What do I say...Romeo! That could work!
"I smooth this rough touch...." He managed out.
"Two blushing pilgrims, right?" Kiamo squeaked. "I mean..yeah."
"It's time, to, Kiss N' Tell!" The MC said dramatically. "Go ahead, lovebirds, give 'er a kiss!"
"Let lips do what hands do.." Kiamo breathed, and tilted her face upwards, closing her eyes. She pursed her lips expectantly.
Seto looked around wildly. What? Kiss her? I never signed up for this! Well...here goes....
He leaned down, and gently brushed his mouth on hers, unused to the whole business. A boy who owns a company doesn't have much time to perfect his make-out skills. To Kiamo, however, it was wonderful.
"Hey, isn't that Seto Kaiba?"
"It is!! Oh my, I'm in love with him!"
Seto jerked back, unaware he had taken Kiamo's hand while kissing her. She stumbled forwards, and then was swpt off into the crowd.
"What the h-"
"Just don't stop 'till we're out!" Seto cut her off.
Yusuke and the others pushed their way closest. "Kiamo!"
"A little crowd control, please?!" Kiamo screamed as some girl pounced towards her, long, fake fingernails splayed out.
"Sure." Emiko shrugged, a devious, fox-like smile spreading on her lips. She launched herself at the attacker, shrieking, "HE'S MINE!!!"
Kurama just chuckled at the sight of his mate grappling with a fangirl on the club house floor, also blocking the path Seto and Kiamo had taken. Obviously, Emiko was far superior as a fighter, but Miss Fake-fingernails had fanatic passion on her side. And, Emiko didn't feel breaking bones necessary.
Seto and Kiamo burst through the door, and rounded the corner. They continued running until Seto reached his car. He leaned against it, panting.
"Why'd, you, follow me?" He gasped out. This was the first getaway without a helicopter involved, and he was exhausted.
"You-" Kiamo panted, "wouldn't, let, go." She wrenched her hand free of his grip.
"Oh."
"Are you Seto Kaiba..?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
Kaimo and Seto both looked down uncomfortably. The silence was broken by a loud commotion from the Stage House two blocks away.
"Hey! She started it!" Emiko's theatrical whine reached their ears faintly. "Fine! I'll wait outside, thank-you! No need to throw me out..."
"She was kind of...determined." Seto said, sounding slightly ludicrous that someone would actually attack to defend a flimsy claim.
"Oh. That was my friend, Komiko, doing a little Fangirl take-down." Kiamo had gotten her breath back sufficiently to giggle. "She's to thank for our escape."
Seto laughed, then opened his car-door. "Alright. Shall I escort you home?"
"I'd like that."
They both got into the car, and it pulled away from the curb, lights cutting into the darkness.
EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnDDDDDDDDDDDddddddddddd
Autheress at your service.
Nah, that doesn't sound as good as simply "Autheress here." I'm trying to escape the title of "Broken Record" for above said greeting.
Anywho, I've completely decided to eliminate the rape scene. No good vibs all around, there.
Nothing much more to rant about, except my wrists hurt again. Review if you have a soul- I mean, please...you have to- I mean, don't have to if you don't want to..