Dislcaimer: Still don't own anything. Not even my mind.
Seto's lithe body bent slightly, willingly, obeying the subtle commands of Mai's body. His lips pressed tightly against hers, mirroring the lust that she felt, with all of the fervour of a dying man. Parting, panting and gasping for air, the well-matched couple clung to each other, each the other's anchor in the storm of love.
Slowly detaching himself from the clutches of the woman in front of him, Seto allowed his eyes to roam. He took in every inch of her, from her long blonde hair, to her violet eyes, and the VERY low cut shirt and short skirt that she wore. She really leaves nothing to the imagination, does she? Seto asked himself. Not that it bothered him in the slightest. Catching her eye, and undoubtedly snapping her out of some reverie or another, Seto grinned down the few scant inches at Mai, and led her along the last few metres of rose-petal-strewn walkway.
Rounding a sharp bend in the path, Seto's hand grasped tightly in her own, Mai gasped. She had just stepped into a small candlelit clearing. Blood-red rose bushes surrounded the area, tiny strawberry plants intermingling with the larger plants, their colours harmonious in the flickering light. A small glass-topped garden table stood in the centre of the patch, its matching chairs tucked in beside it, set for two. It all looked like that of which fairytales told.
"Oh, Seto!" She turned to the man beside her, astonishment clearly written upon her face, twinkling in her eyes. "You...did this?"
Mai finally caught a proper look at her lover, taking in his appearance as she thought about his virtues. He's just, wow! Even in her mind, Mai could not find the words to accurately describe the man standing so close in front of her. Immaculately dressed, he wore a white dressed shirt, and a black blazer, unbuttoned, with matching slacks, all of which were undoubtedly custom-made to fit his tall, slim figure. His brown hair was carefully combed, and his blue eyes glittered with amusement, passion...and something else, something that Mai could not place.
"Yes, Mai," Seto replied, his voice seductive and soft. "I did." Guiding his girlfriend to a chair, which he pulled away from the table, he waited until she was seated before sitting himself down. With a sharp, short whistle from Seto, a short serving-man in a penguin tuxedo bustled busily into the clearing, his expression unreadable as he replaced the two empty plates in front of the couple with two plates of steaming pasta. Another server, a tall female this time, dressed in the same style of outfit as her male counterpart, strode in, deftly uncorked a bottle of well-ages red wine, filling the diners' glasses.
With a nod, Seto dismissed the two servers, who strode calmly, if not a little quickly, out of the clearing, leaving him and Mai alone to enjoy their dinner. Lifting his glass carefully, Seto indicated that Mai do the same, and took a sip of the powerful beverage. Reaching for her glass, she realized that she still wore her Duel Disk, and, with a muttered apology, removed it. As she followed suit, her Disk placed gently on the floor at her fee, she glanced at him, still unsure about the look that she had seen in his eyes.
They settled into the business of eating. Both were well-versed in the art of fine dining, her from a lifetime of etiquette classes, him from being the adopted son of one of the world's biggest corporate businessmen. They talked of small things as they ate, no heated, passionate discussions such as those that they usually had. The serving people reappeared occasionally, to top up their wine glasses, or, in Mai's case, her water glass. She didn't want to be completely hammered by the end of the night. In her mind, that was only for clubbing.
Halfway through dessert, a decadent chocolate cheesecake, Seto stood up, and, extending a hand to Mai, invited her to join him. Clasping his hand, she got to her feet, and walked with him. He led her along a path that Mai had not previously noticed, unspeaking. Troubled slightly by his silence, Mai followed, her euphoria at being with him tainted with worry, and fear. She still remembered the last time that he had acted this ay, and it hadn't turned out well for her.
"Seto, what's wrong?" Reaching out, she touched his shoulder gently, lovingly, feeling the muscles tense beneath the thin cotton of his shirt.
"Don't touch me!" He practically shouted at her, his face, when he turned towards her, clouded with hate and rage. "Don't EVER touch me!" He extended his arm, and, grabbing Mai's arm with one hand, hard enough to bruise, slapped her across the face.
When his rage subsided, Mai was on the floor, crying quietly. His face soft, he picked her up gently, getting her back on her feet. When she was standing stably, he left, not uttering a word, of apology or otherwise.
Even in her worry, she continued to stand by him, walking slowly, not paying attention to the beauty around her. Lost in her own world, she didn't notice that Seto had stopped until she felt a small tug at her hand, which still held tight to his. She looked at him, and waited.
Retrieving a small case out of his pocket, Seto lowered himself to one knee, grasping Mai's left hand in his right. With a deft flick of his thumb, he opened the box, revealing to himself a very small, glittery something lying upon a soft bed of black velvet. He carefully lifted it out of the safety of the container, holding it delicately.
"Mai, will you marry me?" Without waiting for her answer, Seto slid his burden onto Mai's hand. The gold band fit her finger perfectly. A small, tasteful diamond shone in the light, embedded in the gold. The gold itself was engraved with the words "Aisheteru Itsumademo," in Seto's own elegant, flowing script. He had spared on expense on the ring, and it showed in its flawlessness.
No shadow of doubt flickered across Mai's face as she sunk to her knees and whispered in Seto's ear, "Hai. I will, my love." She leaned in to kiss him, cupping his face daintily with her hands, plain, except for the gold-and-diamond ring adorning the ring finger on her left hand.
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