Seto quickly pushed the thought out of his thoughts. Why do I even care? I have a meeting to attend to, Seto thought as he walked towards the doors.
Once inside, Seto paid no attention to the Ice Rink below him, he was a little too preoccupied with meeting Kenosha. Mr. Kenosha hadn't exactly told Seto which room that they would be in, only that they would be meeting in one of the backrooms, so Seto was left with no choice but to go from room, to room, searching for a meeting room that seemed it be the right one.
Eventually he found one.
Seto walked inside and saw the words: "Kaiba Corp. CEO meeting" imprinted on a flap of paper lying across the desk. The sign didn't look done at all.
Is Kenosha already here? He thought as he turned and looked behind him. It certainly didn't look like it. Kenosha hadn't told him it'd be a private meeting.
Just as Seto sat down in his seat, his cell phone vibrated against his side. He reached into his pocket and got it out. The phone caller-ID stated that the caller was unknown…that meant it could be anyone. Seto hit the 'TALK' button and laid the phone against his right ear saying: "Seto Kaiba speaking."
"Mr. Kaiba? Hi! Its Mr. Kenosha…a-are you already at the Ice House?"
Seto's eyes glazed over and he hesitated for a moment before answering: "yes."
"Oh shoot…Mr. Kaiba I am terribly sorry about this, I didn't mean to keep you be waiting for me," sobbed Mr. Kenosha's voice, Seto could tell he was faking it.
"Get to the point Kenosha!"
"Mr. Kaiba I'm afraid I can't make it, my wife surprised me when she told me this morning that we where going to Nagasaki. I hope you'll understand," Mr. Kenosha said. Seto's tried his best not to get too angry at Mr. Kenosha, after all he needed Mr. Kenosha for certain things…though it was hard to believe the old fool was actually useful.
"Whatever, but if this happens again Mr. Kenosha I promise you: you will regret it!" Then Seto hung up.
Seto jolted out of his chair and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. This wasn't his day.
Just as Seto began to storm down the hall he suddenly heard music playing…coming from: the Ice Rink. I thought he made them cancel all practices, Seto thought as he walked around the corner to come in view of the Rink. When he looked down he saw that it was only one person practicing, a girl no doubt, and she was listening to her own music that she had brought.
Her body moved diligently across the Ice as she did tricks and spins for an invisible audience. Seto was too far away to see who it was, but she was wearing a blue skating out fit, one with tight sleeves, and a loosened bottom. (A/N: if any of you guys have seen the movie Ice Princess, then you know the red out fit that she wears? Well it looks exactly like that except it's blue.)
As she started to do trickier moves, Seto soon found himself begin drawn down the stairs to get a better view as she skated with praise. She moved so gracefully that Seto found his eyes glued to her as she moved.
When he finally arrived at the bottom of the audience seats, Seto leaned on the concrete wall that separated the Rink from the audience, so as to get an even better view. As she moved she moved always either far away from him, or with her back turned to him. He wasn't even sure if she even knew if he was there. Seto didn't even see her face.
Well she showed her face at times: but that was whenever she was spinning or turning, and she was moving so fast when she did that, that he only got glances at her.
After a while of practicing and watching, Seto saw the girl stop in the, what seemed to be, the middle of the Rink. A new song had started.
I like to:
Be around you,
When you're not tryin' to be a somebody
She raised her hands slowly above her head as one of her feet moved behind the other.
And I like to:
Hang around you,
Talk about whatever we talk about
The girl then started to spin in place before stopping and starting to skate. She had done this so quickly, and she had done the first few moves so slowly, that when she had done this: it had shocked Seto a slight bit when she had started.
Don't care where we go,
What we do,
Who you know
What you will if your hair is:
Blue or
Purple or
Pink
She did a few jumps before spinning in the air and then landing on the ground, skating backwards as soon as she landed.
You don't have to be coolYou don't have to be smart
Don't need to know everything all the time
Its all right if you're a little bit out of air
I don't care:
Just wanna be your friend
The girl then turned so she was facing him with one hand in the air while the other was off to the side. She stayed in this position long enough for Seto to see her face, and once he did…his heart stopped.
She opened her eyes to meet his and he could see the color leave the girls face as she stared at him with a look of horror.
It was Stori.
She immediately planted her arms to her side and still stared at him. He stared back at her with a shocked look on his face.
It was Stori all along? I knew I saw her leaving this building! Seto thought. The only thing penetrating their silent stares was the music that was still playing and echoing around the Rink.
Stori then started to skate backwards, her eye fixed on him; her face now pale. After skating backwards for a while, she turned and zipped out of the Rink, rushing into the dressing room.
What is he doing here? I thought they said that no one was going to be here today…no way…Seto was at the meeting? Then that means…she quickly shook the thought out of her mind. But it could have been possible that he had watched her out through her whole routine, but if that was true, then why hadn't he said anything, or mocked her as she did so.
That jerk! How dare he! Stori thought as she changed back into her original cloths. How am I going to explain this? She then stopped. How was she going to explain this? If word got out that she was an Ice Skater, then that would give everyone permission to mock her for the rest of her life. And she couldn't just go out and tell him why, that was probably the worst mistake she could ever make. Stori sighed and finished dressing before putting her things away in her bag and exiting out the side door of the building.
Once she got outside, however, she stopped. Seto was already out there. Now she was in deep trouble. It had been bad enough that he had seen her doing the one thing that she had never told anyone about, but he now had something to black mail her with, and that was possibly why he was standing there wait for her.
She then replaced her shocked look with an angry one and started to walk towards him. He stared blankly at her as she stormed away form the building.
"I never would have expected-," she heard him start, but she whipped around and silenced him with a glare.
"Seto Kaiba if you tell anyone about this- I'll- I'll" she struggled to find a threat that she could use against him.
"You'll what?" he asked, glaring right back at her. She just groaned and started to walk away from him, but was soon stopped…by him! Seto had walked out in front of her and had stopped her right in her tracks.
They stared at eachother for while before Seto finally spoke,
"So…this is how you cut your hand…Ice Skating?"
Stori looked away and down at her gym bag. "Kind of…when you bumped into me, my hand slid across the blade…" Stori's sentence trailed off as she looked over at her left hand.
Seto's eyes, too, lowered down to her hand, which was stretched out in place: revealing the scare that extended from one corner of her palm to the other. His face stayed emotionless, while his eyes shown a slight sign of regret.
They stood in silence for some time before Stori closed her hand shut, and lifted her eyes back to Seto's who had stopped looking a little while ago; examining Stori unconsciously.
"You…did-you did…well," he tried to compliment her, but it had come out as: "You did- you didn't do too well." Seto had mumbled it; and Stori had gotten the wrong idea. Her anger soon came rushing back to her.
"Well! I'd sure like to see you do better," she glared at him. He looked a little surprised at first, but then just glared back.
"Hey, is that your way of thank someone for complimenting you?" Seto shot back.
"Well, is that your idea of complimenting someone?" she shot the question right back at him.
"OMG! You are such a baka," Seto turned away from her, stress writing on his face. (A/N: baka: Japanese term for moron or idiot.)
"Oh, I'm a baka? I don't even want to start with you!" Stori said, poking him on the chest…a wrong choice.
Seto glared at her, "don't touch me."
"Why not?" she paused to poke him again, "you going to hide behind your security guards?" she taunted.
"I said don't touch me!" Seto backed up. He couldn't believe he was letting a girl shove him around.
"Look! I don't want to hear anything from you, Seto Kaiba," she started to walk towards him, while as he just kept on backing up.
"And if you so much as let one word about this out to anyone, I'll-," he cut her off.
"You'll do what, exactly?" they both stopped for a minute before Stori started to walk towards him again, this time: Seto stayed as she strayed towards him.
"You don't want to know what I'll-," Stori then stopped. While she was walking towards him…Stori had tripped over her own feet. (A/N: she is a major cluts!)
While this had happened though, when she had tripped, she had tripped right into his arms, and through pure human instinct, Seto caught her. But while in the process of doing so, the two had no control over where their arms had landed: Stori's arms had wrapped themselves comfortable around Seto's neck, while as Seto's hands had planted themselves on Stori's waist. A very unpleasant possession for the both of them.
"…Do," Stori finished her sentence as she looked up at Seto. But when she did, and he looked down at her, they found themselves in an even more unpleasant situation: the closeness of their faces has been it.
It had happened so quickly, so fast, that Stori and Seto both hadn't had any time to react.
Soon, however, Stori found her self in an absolute eye lock with him. It was as if heaven, itself, wasn't going to make them let go anytime soon.
What are you doing? Stori thought as she stared unboundedly into Seto's melting eyes. Just push him off! Was he not just insulting you a moment ago? Crap almighty! Why can't I move?
Push her off of you Seto Kaiba. She just blamed you for doing something you hadn't. Dimwit! Move! Seto tried his best to make his hands move, but they weren't listening to what his thoughts where telling them.
Without thinking about the consequences, Seto suddenly put more pressure on Stori's hips and sent them backwards, away from his body. But he had been in such a hurry to get her off, that he really hadn't thought about the consequences to that decision.
(A/N: everyone knows what happens when you make one half of the body move one way…the other half is sent forward!)
And so, since that fact had been true, Stori's upper body was sent flying forward: right into Seto…locking lips with him.
End! Muhahahaha! I hope you liked it!
Disclaimer: SMB does not own YGO; she only owns these characters and stories of hers. Please no flames. Later!
PS—and guys…I kinda of have been noticing a pattern…I guess your not going to really review unless I update 'Nakoi, blue rose' are ya? I've got writers-block on it, sorry. You can send in your own suggestions if you wish. It's really help, and if they're good I'll post your name (screen-name) on the beginning list (gonna have to start doing those now…without them my chapters seem really short) Thanks guys! G'night!