Autheress here.
Heh. Time to bring in the despie guy! (Who, in fact, belongs to JewelValentine, he's her personal fictional man friend..)
It was horrible. Writer's Block had me in its vice-like grip! (Shudder) Anyhoo, on with the chappie.
Yujo Chronicles: Kiamo's Story
Shizuru passed by the guestroom door for perhaps the third time that morning. Strange electronic noises sounded every now and then, and sometimes Seto's voice would issue an unintelligible command.
She shook her head, and continued down the hall.
Seto had shown up that morning, and after a polite exchange of conversation and pleasantries, he had retreated to the small guestroom with his suitcase and two boxes of computer equipment.
Shizuru had actually moved five boxes of household discards to clean out the storage room where Seto was now hidden. She herself could hardly stand the ten by twelve foot room herself; she had no clue how he could stay in there for so long.
Kuwabara wandered past her, looking bleary-eyed and sleepy. She punched his arm.
"Whas that fer?" He mumbled, rubbing grit out of his eyes.
"Do you realize it's twelve thirty and you're just getting up?!" Shizuru hissed at her little brother. He blinked.
"So? Was s'rong wi' you? I usually get up 'bout this late." He yawned. "You don't seem to care other days."
"Well, on other days Seto Kaiba isn't moving into this rat-hole!" Shizuru snapped, whacking him on the back of his head before storming off. She called over her shoulder as she went out the door, "I'm goin' for a walk."
"PMS." Kuwabara muttered, eyes still half-closed with sleep. That would explain his next act of running face-on with Seto's opening door.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry. I didn't know someone was walking by." Seto's voice was icy. "And you are..? Ms. Kuwabara's boyfriend?"
"Er...I'm Kuwabara." He didn't understand, in his sleep-deprived state, why Seto didn't already know he was Shizuru's sister.
"Her husband...?" Seto let the question die from his lips, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
"Hell no!" Kuwabara exclaimed, fully waking up. "She's my sister. Crazy thing she is..Anyway, I'm goin' out to the diner in a bit; Kiamo gives us free shakes right after her shift ends."
"Kiamo?" Seto asked casually.
"Yeah. I've asked her out once, but she said her great-aunt was dying." Kuwabara heaved a sigh. "I guess it wasn't a good time."
"Right.." Seto pressed. "Blonde..?"
"-Tall, and hott." Kuwabara finished. "Yeah, that's her."
"Mind if I accompany you?"
"Sure. Tick-Tock's got the best shakes."
"Er..Tick-Tock's?"
"Tick-Tock Shimo's. The diner. It's a rocken' place fer us punks and such." Kuwabara scratched himself pensively. "Lemmie get on somethin' else, and we'll roll."
"Right.." Seto carefully shut his door behind himself. If that dolt Kuwabara even laid a finger on his computer... and with all the researching data saved on that hard drive alone! Seto almost shuttered to think.
Moments later, Kuwabara stumbled from his room in less-wrinkly clothes, declaring himself fit to walk in public. Seto secretly disagreed, but for the sake of seeing Kiamo again he said nothing.
"Let's go!"
...
Rishido strutted into the diner, wavy black hair smooth and perfectly in place. His deep brown eyes sparkled while he talked, and his bright white, straight teeth shone brilliantly. He was smart, an honor student at that. He was a pleasant conversationalist, and hadn't been able to get a girlfriend since transferring to Sarasaski.
He was so incredibly self-centered! With every word from his perfect lips came a comment that made all listening want to slap him. And, he was dead-set on getting Kiamo's number.
Back in the kitchen, Kiamo saw his handsome silluette through the smoked glass partition. She groaned, and Komiko skated over, smiling wryly.
"Oh lookie there." Komiko crooned. "It's Mr. Me Rishido again."
"Shut up, Komi!" Kiamo hissed, ducking down. "You take his table."
"Oh, but he'll just end up asking for you." Komiko said sweetly. "And, he's sitting in your section... Unless..."
"Unless what?" Kiamo was desperate.
"Unless that's him, coming back here." Komiko could hardly contain the giggles that threatened to spill over.
"I gotta hide!"
Moshimu, the fat old cook, grinned widely. "Kiamo, jouchan, youse go hide in da freezer. Komiko and me'll 'old Lover-Boy offen' for youse."
"No time!" Kiamo dived under the counter as Rishido stuck his head into the kitchen.
"Is Kiamo working?" His voice was smooth and deep. "I'm sure she'll want to see me."
Komiko could hardly resist. "Oh, she's actually running an out-of-shop errand. She'll be back in awhile, however. But in the meantime, I had a tiny little question."
Rishido's rugged features split into a wide, perfect smile. "Ask away. I'm sure your question will be momentarily cleared up."
Komiko's smile became a little more fixed, but she pressed on. "It's about Kiamo, actually. I mean," she sighed dramatically. "You could have any girl you want! Why her, of all people?"
Kiamo bit her lip to keep from growling. Instead, she dug a fingernail into Komiko's shin. Komiko responded by shifting out of her reach.
"Well," Rishido chucked Komiko under the chin, chuckling. "She's aphroditical."
"Er...aphroditical?" Komiko was utterly confused.
"One in Aphrodite's image. You know, the Greek goddess-"
"Yes, I know." Komiko snapped, losing a slight bit of her own edge. She quickly recovered, coating her voice with sickly sweet coyness. "Is that a word, though?"
"No." Rishido grinned again, posing the image of boyish embarrassment that made Komiko feel sick to her stomach. She glanced at the booths; most were empty, leaving her no excuse to leave. But then again, this conversation had potential to humiliate this know-it-all...And goodness' knew he deserved it!
"However, Shakespeare created over twenty-thousand different new words and or phrases," Rishido continued. "I feel it prudent to follow such a genius' footsteps. But, to put it in less sophisticated terms, I find her beauteous, comely, fair, and pulchritudinous!"
His words and tone lifted majestically, and he threw his arm about to emphasize his point. He did seem in that moment almost attractive.
Komiko wasn't impressed. "You mean you like her just 'cause she's pretty?" Her flat tone cut down his splendid image to merely make him sound shallow. Kiamo could of cheered.
Rishido laughed. "Oh, Komoki, you misunderstand me!"
"It's Komiko," came the crisp reply. "And all you led me to believe was exactly what you said."
"Well then, let me expand on my explanation." Rishido said graciously. "Not only am I stunned by her physical splendor, but her other attributes please me as well. Such as, her social standings, her effrontery to rules, her strong credence to what she views as valid."
"So, to put in layman's terms..." Komiko readied herself for a battle of wits. Something fox demons were quite good at.
Rishido laughed. "Simpler, you mean?"
"No. You stated just now you like a pretty girl who is popular, a rule-breaker, and stands up for what she thinks is right."
"That is correct." Rishido said, sounding the slightest bit surprised. "I'm gratified to find someone who understands my indulgence with more sophisticated terminology."
"Right." Komiko looked up at him innocently through her eyelashes. "But you never said you thought her smart."
"Correct." Rishido looked unperturbed.
"So, you don't want to be with someone you can talk intelligently with." Komiko bit her lip coyly. He was following her lead so perfectly, so blindly!
"I'd rather have a relaxed time than simply debating." Rishido answered.
"I can see your point. I mean, anyone can tell you're one of those guys." Komiko picked up a dishrag and absentmindedly began wiping the countertop.
"What?" He frowned a little. "Explain your meaning perspicuously."
"What I mean is you want someone just like your own mother." Komiko smiled, eyes wide and innocent. "Because you love her so much, you aim for people on her intellectual level. It's nothing to be too ashamed of."
Now Rishido was totally off-balance. "I don't think you know just what you are saying. Kiamo is nothing like Mama."
Komiko almost lost her poise as she heard him say 'Mama' aloud. "Then, I guess you and Kiamo are never to be."
Rishido opened his mouth, most likely to fling back some witty retort. But apparently, nothing came to mind. He turned and stalked from the kitchen.
Kiamo came up giggling madly. Komiko just grinned, and started singing loudly. "I want a girl, just like the one who married dear, old, Dad.."
...
Seto followed Kuwabara into the diner, looking around apprehensively. The stench of French fires and salt filled his nose, and the unimpressive sight of old and worn plastic booths made his eyebrows rise of their own accord. The diner was mostly empty, only three booths in use.
Kuwabara made a beeline to one where three other people sat. "Hey guys, this is the roomie I told ya about. Seto Kaiba!"
The girl looked quite ordinary, being brown-haired and generally pretty. A very unique feature, however, were the stunning, almost pure white irises that gave the illusion she could see into Seto's mind. Her skin was also pale, though a faint golden hue of recent tanning was evident. "Cool. But, I think we already briefly met. You were the other Kiss N Tell person at Stage House last night, right?"
"I was." Seto replied, along with the ghost of a smile.
Another one of the three spoke up, a black-haired boy this time. "Yeah, I remember. Emi-er, Komiko jumped the fangirl while you ran out with Kiamo."
"Getting mobbed is sometimes an inconvenience." Seto felt awkward, being studied so closely. It was as if these people didn't see his money, his importance, and only saw the socially-shy teenager he suddenly felt like. "Is Kiamo here?"
"Kiamo? Why do you ask for her?"
Seto wheeled around as a cultured and sleek voice spoke behind him. He faced a boy shorter than himself, with black hair and deep brown eyes. And a rather sour expression on his handsome face.
"Is there a law that says I can't?" Seto spoke harshly, feeling a bit more in control as the boy's face registered recognition.
"S-Seto Kaiba?" The boy gave a small bow. "I am Rishido Hikimua, and I feel only you could be my equal."
Seto raised an eyebrow, then smirked broadly. "Right. Prove it."
"I can out-think, out-smart, out-do anyone." Rishido proclaimed. "Even possibly you, Seto Kaiba."
"Seto?"
They both turned to see Kiamo, who was (to them) framed in a celestial light in the kitchen doorway, hair out and around her face, the soft pink of her uniform only highlighting her beauty.
"Kiamo." Seto smiled, actual warmth in his eyes as he walked towards her.
"Hey you." Kiamo's voice was flirty, and she tugged on his lapel playfully. "Didn't expect to see you so soon."
"Get used to it." Seto said silkily. "I hope to see a lot more of you."
"We seem to be in like mind." Rishido broke in, smiling cheekily, winking at Kiamo. "Actually, Kiamo, I was wondering if I could call you sometimes, we could go out on a date or something."
Kiamo smiled sympathetically. "I don't think you could keep up with my train of thought all the time."
"Huh?"
"Well, I'd like nice, long, debates about political and racial issues, and you seem like the type of guy who'd rather just relax and not think at all."
Rishido, for the second time that day had nothing to say. His shoulders slumped, and he slouched out of the diner.
Seto turned to Kiamo. "You don't actually like..debates, do you?"
"Sure. But not on dates."
"Good. I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Where are we going?"
"My surprise. Just wear sandals, okay?"
"Okay."
With that, Seto turned and walked from the diner, and Kiamo skated back into the kitchen. She looked as if she were moving on air. Yusuke, Kurama, Katsu and Kuwabara exchanged glances.
"Nice guy." Yusuke said sarcastically.
"I think that was the first time I've ever seen Rishido make that big of a fool of himself and realize defeat." Katsu commented, eyes wide in disbelief.
"That was kind of sudden," Kurama said quietly. "I hope Kiamo knows what she's getting herself into."
"What do you mean?" Kuwabara asked.
"From what I've seen of Seto Kaiba, and from what my instincts say, he has a hidden agenda." Kurama sighed. "I'm sure we'll see sooner or later."
End Chapter
Autheress Present.
Nah, that doesn't roll off the fingertips. Who cares?
Oh parades in my honor! I only spelled a few words wrong today! I must be talented! (Go spellcheck!)
Sorry, Jewel, I sorta made a wimp out of Rishido. I really wanted to include him in there someware, but I was short on creativity and randomly stuck him in as the strange, self-centered non-stalker. Please note I just watched Camelot, and Sir Lancelot is incredibly self-centered as well.
Rock on, November Rain! And...Deep Forest...and Boukensha Tachi ...and Meu Futuro...and the Inuyasha theme song...and a random song called Innocence....all of which I don't own and all of which are excellent for inspiration!
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