Yes, the car(s) I chose for Kaiba are from GT2-sue me, I just thought, they fit him best.
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To be honest, he was disappointed.Obviously Otogi had not been his secret admirer, seeing as he was now dating none other than-Anzu.
And try as he might, Kaiba just couldn't wrap his around the fact, that the dice duelist would chose someone so-so-blah.
In all honesty, he had assumed, Honda and Otogi had been dating
secretely, he wouldn't have given it a second thought, if Ryujii had
been seeing Yugi, heck, he would have even understood if he had crushed
on the mutt, but-Anzu?
That annoying, blabbing, ditzy, bouncy bimbo?
It was wrong on so many levels, the thought alone made Seto quiver in disgust.
"Kaiba-san, are you alright?" asked his counselor in worry, and the CEO nodded.
"Yes, I suppose, I might be coming down with a little cold, but then
again, I doubt, it is anything serious. Let us return to the matter at
hand."
With those words, Seto pushed all thoughts about love letters and would-be stalkers aside.
Exhausted, he slumped down in his desk chair.
Today had been an officially bad day.
First, the test results of
his new duel discs returned, obviously, the new holographic system
caused a wide array of failures, from simple instable images to
backfiring hardware.
Then, Mokuba came home with a blue eye, explaing his brother proudly,
how he had used some of the moves this one had tought him, to fend off
against the other four bullies, wich had try to 'ruffle his feathers.'
And, to top it off, the cook had had an accident, and was now in
hospital, wich meant, until he found a replacement, Seto was forced to
take over kitchen duty.
So, it was with a heavy heart, as he flipped through his daily mail,
that he saw the all too familiar rice paper peek out from under a large
manila wrapper.
He opened it, sure, to find some kind of farewell written in it.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I for fear of trust, forget to say,
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'er-charged with burden of mine own love's might:
O let my looks be then the eloquence,
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
'Fine. Since I'm still in the race, I'll try to hear with my eyes.'
Seto put the letter to the other ones, then cracked his knuckles and turned on his laptop.
Suddenly, he didn't feel tired at all.
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Yesh, Seto doesn't like Anzu…neither do I.