Well, admitantly, Seto Should not have author powers. I will continue that fic later. Anyway, here's a new fic with an extremely different tone. giggles
Disclaimer: All the Yu-Gi-Oh characters and part of the author's soul belong to Kazuki Takashi.
My head hurt. My head hurt a lot and when I tried opening my eyes it hurt even more. I rolled onto my back and pinch the bridge of my nose to keep from losing consciousness again.
A heavy foot landed on my stomach and knocked the wind out of me with a sharp grunt. I heard someone fall and then scramble up.
"Jeez, I didn't see you there m- Kaiba?! What are you doing sleeping in the street?" Who ever had just tripped over me asked. He had an accent that was obviously from America.
I pushed myself up and finally looked at him. His brown eyes were glaring at me from under a mop of blond hair like he could make my head explode. I stood quickly and brushed myself off.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked.
"No, of course not," he replied, sarcasm dripping off his voice. "I'm below your station or whatever, I don't have a right to talk to you Kaiba no yarou."
My eyes widened. Either he was talking to me or his cell phone was extremely tiny.
"Why so surprised Kaiba?" he asked. "Forget to add ice cubes to your coffee this morning?"
I stared. "Wait a second, is that my name?"
He raised an eyebrow, still throughly disgusted with my presence. "Man, did you lose what's left of your mind or something?"
I stared blankly. I had no idea what I'd done, but what ever it was it must have been bad.
"Whoa... you couldn't have..." He paused. "Do you remeber anything?"
"Not about me if that's what you mean." I replied.
"Well..." I thought I caught a glint in his eye but whatever it had been was gone quickly. "I guess I can explain who you are."
Okay, R&R because you know you want to. This is supposed to be a fun fic and hopefully it struck neutral ground between Seto fans and Joey fans.
Disclaimer: All the Yu-Gi-Oh characters and part of the author's soul belong to Kazuki Takashi.
My head hurt. My head hurt a lot and when I tried opening my eyes it hurt even more. I rolled onto my back and pinch the bridge of my nose to keep from losing consciousness again.
A heavy foot landed on my stomach and knocked the wind out of me with a sharp grunt. I heard someone fall and then scramble up.
"Jeez, I didn't see you there m- Kaiba?! What are you doing sleeping in the street?" Who ever had just tripped over me asked. He had an accent that was obviously from America.
I pushed myself up and finally looked at him. His brown eyes were glaring at me from under a mop of blond hair like he could make my head explode. I stood quickly and brushed myself off.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked.
"No, of course not," he replied, sarcasm dripping off his voice. "I'm below your station or whatever, I don't have a right to talk to you Kaiba no yarou."
My eyes widened. Either he was talking to me or his cell phone was extremely tiny.
"Why so surprised Kaiba?" he asked. "Forget to add ice cubes to your coffee this morning?"
I stared. "Wait a second, is that my name?"
He raised an eyebrow, still throughly disgusted with my presence. "Man, did you lose what's left of your mind or something?"
I stared blankly. I had no idea what I'd done, but what ever it was it must have been bad.
"Whoa... you couldn't have..." He paused. "Do you remeber anything?"
"Not about me if that's what you mean." I replied.
"Well..." I thought I caught a glint in his eye but whatever it had been was gone quickly. "I guess I can explain who you are."
Okay, R&R because you know you want to. This is supposed to be a fun fic and hopefully it struck neutral ground between Seto fans and Joey fans.