Title: Lunchtime Tension
Disclaimers: Yu-Gi-Oh does not, in anyway shape or form, belong to me. This fanfic has been written without permission and it is only for entertainment purpose, nothing more.
Warning: None
There's this diner I go to. It's not exactly a great place. It's sort dingy and small. The food's not all that great and the service is appalling. But I still go there everyday.
Today is no different.
Sitting down at the counter, I rest my elbows on the smudged top and place my chin atop my folded fingers, looking into fiery honey brown eyes.
"Well mutt, are you going to stand there all day and stare at me, or are you going to take my order?"
Some people may ask me why I go there. It's certainly not a place of my caliber. I would have to agree. It's down right beneath me actually. But if I cared enough to answer them, I would tell them that it's not about the look, or the cleanliness, or even the food.
"Kaiba," he growled with amazing restraint. He grabbed his note pad and moved towards me. Brown eyes promising death, the forced smile he gave me leaned more towards insane than pleasant. "What would you like?"
It was about the company.
Owari.
This is something I wrote at the spare of the moment. The title comes partly from my nephew's only feedback, which was 'sexual tension' in written in caps. ;;;