A/N: I couldn't do it. I just couldn't stay away from ffnet, not at least without updating Imperfect Justice for one last time. I'd feel way too guilty if I went away for 2 monthz without uploading another chapter. (The guilt would drive me insaneeee!) At this point I only have chapter 5 like...half-way done...but then I decided to just post what I have so far up right now (Updated last: 3/26/05 :shakes head: So long!) So what does that mean? You guyz are only gonna be able to read half of Yami and Seto's date :duckz flying vegetablez: Yeah, I know, you wait all this time and you only get half of what I promised :( I'm sorry...T.T but I suppose its better than nothing right?...:D
Alright, on with the fic! Which is really really bad I tell you. School work has started to damage my brain with its torture, so I'm sorry if my writing totally suckz at this moment...:( There's symbolism and slight foreshadowing in the first part (Similiar to Of Bluebells and Roses)
Excuse my atrocious grammar mistakes and such. Which are too numerous to even count. :(
Chapter 5: Of Limos and Freckles
He had considered it to be a token of commemoration; this single leaf that had witnessed their departure. For it was a simple thing really; this lone and solitary leaf, flexible and bright with its ever luminous glow.
Quite marvelous actually, unbelievably astounding as to how such a minute object could shine with such flamboyant enthusiasm. Such brilliant colors, such devoting shades, those seemingly everlasting hues of gold and charismatic crimson.
Yet, even he knew that such a striking thing such as this was all in all, too perfect to be true. For soon this tender little leaf, with its perpetual tints of fire and light will succumb to the awe inspiring powers of Time's authority. It will decay and crumble, bit by pitiful bit until at last with its own dying breath; it will be alive no more.
What originally was of intense vivacity will instead be nothing more than ash and grey dust. Yes, oh yes, this single leaf will indeed wither away into from whence it came from. Dust.
There was a cold silence.
Why he had even taken it in the first place would remain an inconceivable issue, even unto one such as himself. It would only serve to bring misery onto him in the end; for this red and gold leaf would not last.
But Seto Kaiba dismissed it all. He would pursue it; pursue it with all his soul and life. For indeed he will embrace its colors, for indeed he will develop an unwavering commitment to its crimson and lustrous gold.
Even if…
Even if it was all not meant to be.
The tension was almost unbelievable. It was so apparent that Yami could virtually feel the tautness within the surrounding air, stiff and unyielding to every particle.
For the former Pharaoh found it most unnerving that Seto Kaiba had chosen to wear shades for this evening. Yes, an odd and random detail that he had picked up, but unnerving nonetheless. He knew perfectly well that under such dark lenses a person could never tell what the owner was staring at. The wearer could be facing the complete opposite direction, yet unknowingly be glancing at his neighbor in cool politeness.
It was such the case in here. Seriously, why was Kaiba still wearing his shades inside the vehicle?
Because he looks darn hot in them that's why.
Oh hush up you.
The crimson eyed boy had involuntarily found himself admiring the nonchalant brunette, tilting his head slightly to the right in his unintentional veneration. By Ra, who ever could have fathomed that Kaiba could look so –gorgeous- in black? For there was no denying the fact that the CEO looked GOOD. Damn good to be precise.
Good heavens, though Yami wryly. I'm starting to sound like one of Kaiba's fangirls.
Now wasn't that delightful?
Meanwhile, Seto Kaiba felt a smirk grace upon his lips as he seemingly stared out the darkened expanse of the bordering window. How the brunette absolutely adored tinted shades. The things that you could accomplish behind these dark lenses were most highly entertaining. Apparently Yami doesn't realize that he's being watched, coolly thought the billionaire as he languidly directed his eyes towards the slender boy.
Seto raised a single finger to his lips as if silently observing the passing scenery of the limo ride. Yet secretly he continued his unhurried gaze, noting with cleverly concealed amusement that the former Pharaoh had inadvertently tilted his head to follow the smooth of action of his hand.
Hmm.
Casually, the brunette ran his hand through the auburn locks of his hair, letting the lithe strands pass his fingers in an effortless movement.
Yami's crimson eyes trailed after the falling tendrils of mahogany.
Well now.
The billionaire rested his chin against the curve of his hand. Then in an aloof and utterly detached tone he said:
"You know that it's rude to stare at people."
The former Pharaoh jerked out of his daze and blinked rapidly at the unruffled stature of the billionaire sitting across from him.
"Pardon?"
His breath exhaled out in slow and even rhythm, almost taunting air moistening the arc of his hand as Seto drew his fingers closer to his lips. All attempts to conceal the emerging hints of a full-blown smirk dispersed as the billionaire proceeded to eye his opponent in mock offense.
How he utterly excelled in deriding his adversaries to complete annoyance. However, the CEO very rarely engaged in such a sardonic fixture, finding that such contemptuous sport was merely wasted upon the mindless idiots that today's world seemed to be occupied with. Such daft creatures were more effectively dealt with a brutalizing blow of carefully articulated invective. It would be a seeming case that Seto Kaiba's witty remarks would have surely gone down the drain, if not for the fact that he had discovered a worthy adversary capable of rising to his clever drill. Indeed, an entirely fascinating opponent that produced such thrill and stimulation from the cold recesses of his normally stolid mind.
Yes.
Him in fact. That person. Yami.
And the fact that it was Yami who was sitting demurely from his across merely heightened his sense of enjoyment and pleasure. Yes, the fact that it was him, made the effort entirely worth the cause, down to its very focal point.
The fact that it was him.
Seto lightly tapped his longer fingers against the curve of his chin as he surveyed the startled youth in civil amendment.
"It is never polite to openly stare at your recipient," offered the brunette. "A simple something that today's courteous beings would call "manners" if I am correct?"
A flush of red. The former Pharaoh was clearly unsettled by his open gazing of the adjacent CEO. Was I seriously being that obvious?thought Yami as he struggled fruitlessly to maintain his composed state. The crimson-eyed boy could never understand how the CEO managed to come up with such cynical remarks, all of which were skillfully aimed towards him.
Honestly, of all the people. Why him?
Yami endeavored to take a defensive stance against the mocking quality of the comment and its oh-so-beloved companion. He raised his chin, defiance etched in the entirety of his bold figure.
"Now why in Ra's name would I be staring at you Kaiba?" managed the fiery youth in obscured agitation, mind racing around in an attempt to retrieve a counterattack response.
Seto arched an eyebrow in quaint surprise. "I would think that the answer would be obvious Yami."
What does he mean by that? furiously thought the spirit as he struggled desperately to retain his calm composure. Which, might it be mentioned, was getting harder and harder to accomplish…
"Considering my extremely gorgeous looks, it would only be natural to—"
Yami felt his jaw drop in complete indignation. Of all the things! "I can ASSURE you Seto Kaiba that I have absolutely no reason to be staring at you," he gritted out; fists clenched stubbornly and gaze smoldering with a scarcely veiled anger. "Especially at someone such as the likes of you!"
Seto waved his hand casually. "Now Yami, lying is a certain skill that I am afraid you severely lack. There's no need for denial—"
"I-wasn't-staring-at-you," firmly enunciated the stubborn boy as he felt a gradual flush rush towards the surface of his face. "Besides, you have no proof other than the appeal of your own voice to verify this supposed action." He crossed his arms; velvet gloves interlinked with its counterpart in brief correlation. "As they say, innocent until proven guilty."
The CEO was however far from defeat, smiling briefly at his adversary before continuing. "Well actually…I do have evidence."
"You do?" automatically questioned Yami as he fixed the billionaire with a puzzled stare.
"Why course," replied the brunette. He gesticulated toward the ceiling above, decorative glowing lights emanating a dull radiance that illuminated the diminutive area with shifting shadows. "You see those lights up there? Let's just say that in one of them, there's a cleverly concealed Video surveillance camera that's monitoring your every single action and movement —"
Seto Kaiba leaned back appreciatively, expensive black material melding luxuriously with the debonair of the leather seat. Yami simply stared at him in shock and disbelief, mind ostensibly unable to register the fact that his outwardly gazing at the handsome brunette had been caught red-handed on tape.
What in Ra's name?
"Powered from the 8v adaptor or supplied from a 9v PP3 battery...with its high resolution, tuned in sensitivity, and adjustable integrated lens…it's the perfect gadget for covert installations," continued Seto, perfect blue eyes gazing at the former Pharaoh in his state of horror and embarrassment.
Who wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out.
Yami was absolutely certain that a permanent red tint had officially settled on the pale visage of his flustered face. Suddenly, everything felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable and unpleasantly warm. The graceful scarf that encircled the base of his neck was proving to be just downright annoying and irritating; the limo area was now entirely too small—and everything just seemed so aggravating.
He unfastened the loose scarf in an effort to relieve the sense of discomfort, black silken cloth parting briefly to expose a scant section of smooth skin, a minor view that Seto deeply appreciated.
The brunette coughed lightly. "Stripping won't do anything if that's what you're trying to accomplish."
"I'm not stripping!" yelled Yami as he hurriedly wrapped the clinging material around the side neck. "It's just a bit...warm in here…that's why…" His voice trailed off and ended in a muffled mumble that oddly sounded like, "Someone should turn down the heat…"
Which, if one thought about it, sounded incredibly wrong.
The spirit hesitantly lifted his crimson eyes, and was met with a faint nod of understanding.
"It's alright Yami."
The tri-colored haired boy blinked in confusion.
"I have that sort of effect on people."
There was a stunned silence.
Yami dearly wanted to throw the cloth at the brunette's face, effectively blocking that all-knowing smirk from ever coming out ever again. So, in a fit of childish rage and revenge, that was exactly what the spirit did.
There was a slight rustle as the scarf made contact with the surface of skin, before settling awkwardly upon its designated target.
Shaded tints were knocked slightly askew in the juvenile feat.
The CEO languidly slipped the sleek material from his face, eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance as the fabric loosened several strands of his auburn colored hair from their selected positions. "Now that was extremely mature," quipped Seto as he relinquished his eyes from the darkened lenses; blue eyes examining the smooth like quality of the pooling silk within the grip of his hand.
He twirled it around. "This is actually quite nice, if I must say. It suits you well." The billionaire tilted his head. "Too bad I'm not giving it back to you."
"WHAT?" screamed Yami. The previous mood of sulkiness and self-indulgent immaturity dispersed at once at the mention of the supposed threat at hand. The former Pharaoh had taken an affectionate liking to the silk scarf, despite its previous uncomfortable ness, there was no denying the fact that it was a pretty assortment. And the spirit had a great fondness for pretty objects.
Not only that, it was made of one hundred pure silk.
And Yami was damned if a billionaire such as Kaiba would be the one to take it away from him.
Besides, Yugi would kill him if he lost it.
The spirit glared at the brunette. "What do you mean by that?"
There was a haughty glance. "Exactly what I said. You're not getting this little thing back."
Yami forced a strained smile. "Of course you're going to give it back to me, stop joking around Kaiba-san."
"I'm not joking. This scarf's mine."
There was a narrowing of crimson eyes. "Kaiba, you will give it back to me."
"Nope."
"Give it back to me this instance!"
"Sorry."
"Give it here now!"
"No."
"I'm saying this one last time Kaiba…"
"Go ahead."
"I'm warning you, return my scarf to me right now!"
There was an arrogant smile. "If you really want it that badly than why don't you come and get it yourself?"
A determined stare. "What a splendid idea!" announced Yami and without a single thought in the entire world, the slender boy stumbled towards the opposite seat (very hard it was to navigate properly in a moving limo) and planted himself firmly next to the lean brunette.
He made a clumsy grab towards the dangling cloth. "Give-it-to-me-NOW!"
Seto responded by merely lifting the scarf further away from the fumbling spirit, causing the latter to lean in closer as he tried fruitlessly to reach the swaying material.
"Come now Yami, can't you do better than that?"
"Be quiet and just give it to me!"
By this time, the Ex-Pharaoh was practically on the brunette's lap, knees pressed against the expensive cloth of European fabric, right hand placed squarely upon the CEO's leg as the other made another go at the dangling prize. Yami's side was pushed resolutely against the billionaire's torso, his breath mere inches away from the other's.
To be blunt, Yami was nearly all over Seto. But of course, he didn't know that.
Velvet covered fingers trailed against the silk of black material. Ah! Success! triumphantly thought the boy as he effectively grasped the cloth. Unfortunately, the sudden move caused the spirit to lose balance. Yami gave a surprised cry at the unexpected motion, and grabbed on to Seto's shirt instinctually.
Causing the two of them to topple headfirst off the leather seats and onto the floor.
Meanwhile…
The driver was downright curious as to what exactly his two passengers were conversing about within the backseat of the vehicle. Thus, being the nosey driver that he was, he attempted to eavesdrop on the happy duo and their delightful little conversation.
He lowered the blocking screen, a slight crack that allowed a scant amount of conversation to float through.
"Give it…to me right now!"
"Sorry."
"Give…now!"
"No…"
"I'm warning you…"
"If you want it…come…get it yourself!"
"…splendid idea!"
There was a slight scuffle and a gasp.
The driver placed a horrified hand to his mouth. Dear God, are they doing what I think they are…?
"Come on Yami…you can do better than that…"
"Be quiet and just give it to me!"
A dull thump as two bodies collided with the floor.
The flustered driver raised the blocking screen back into place and concentrated once again on his driving. It would only be logical to say that the poor man was perhaps traumatized for the rest of his pitiful life.
As they say, no good can ever come from eavesdropping.
When one attempts to carry out a highly sophisticated plan, it involves careful precision and preparation by the many members of the group. Teamwork, leadership and the utmost intelligence, the strategy must be tweaked and adjusted to efficiency and success.
And so far, Yugi was having an extremely difficult time in carrying out the proper requirements.
"Yugi there is absolutely no way in hell that I'm putting on an outfit such as THAT."
"Oh my gawd Yugi! This just like totally clashes with my entire set up!"
"WHOAH DUDE. Is that what I think it is?"
Yugi raised his violet eyes to the heavens for the umpteenth, exasperated and frustrated to the point of suicide.
He tapped his feet impatiently as he shot a death-like glare towards the frowning individuals standing before him.
"Yes, Anzu, you do have to wear that outfit—and Jou, this isn't a fashion contest, who cares if your wig completely clashes with your attire? And yes I am afraid so Honda," replied the shorter boy as he turned toward his third companion. "That is indeed a fake moustache—now stop it with that frown over there and help me into this suit!"
Anzu sniffed as she cast a withering glance towards the gaudy yellow of her frilly dress. She poked the monstrosity with a single finger and instantly shuddered at the brief prod. "But Yugi…! This dress…! It's just so…" She shivered once again. "…YELLOW." The brunette desperately waved her hands in the air. "I don't wear YELLOW!"
"Nonsense!" remarked Yugi as he adjusted his tie with note worthy speed and capability. "I am sure plenty of people wear yellow clothing around these days!" At the statement the brunette let out a loud harrumph! while she glared stubbornly at the lacy frill of yellow folds."So stop complaining and put on this wig!"
The girl let out a defeated sigh as she took hold of the light-haired wig. Ah well, at least I get to pretend to be a blonde. She placed the yellow tresses in proper place upon her head, golden locks efficiently hiding her dark brown strands as she tossed her head for dramatic effect. Anzu smiled slightly as she admired her reflection within the mirror. "Hey! I look really good as a blonde you know?"
Jou however, was far from happy as he gazed at his own wig in sulkiness. "But Yugi! Red totally does not go with dark blue! It ruins the absolute harmony of colors and shades—!" He mournfully shook his head. "Why oh why must I wear such a horrible thinglike this?"
"Because Jou, you're suppose to be an all out red head that's why!" lectured Yugi as he rummaged hurriedly around the pile to find a light marker. "Aha! I got it! Now hold still Jou while I draw in some freckles…"
"FRECKLES?" screamed the blonde as he gazed at the tri-colored haired boy in complete horror and disbelief. "Nuh uh! No way! Forcing me to hide my beautiful blonde hair with some showy red crap like this is one thing, but there is absolutely no way that I'm getting freckles!"
Yugi waved the marker in the air. "Now now Jou! It's only for tonight! Besides! We have to make sure that Kaiba-san and Yami won't recognize us! Which I'm quite sure you don't want to happen again." At this, the purple-eyed boy stared meaningfully at the taller teen, a previous event from the earlier morning still painfully clear within the minds of the troublemakers.
"But…I'm gonna look like a dork," whimpered the golden-haired youth as he lowered his head dejectedly toward the menacing stride of brown marker. "Gahhh…this better be all worth it in the end…"muttered Jounouchi. He glowered ferociously at his freckled complexion in fierce distaste.
"Hey! At least you don't hafta wear a mustache like me!" complained Honda. He fixed the furry object under his nose and sneezed slightly. "Dude, how come I'm the one that hasta' dress up like some old geezer?"
Yugi rolled his eyes once again as he finished the last adjustments upon his outfit. "You know…it's absolutely amazing how much you guys can complain in 5 minutes." He smiled beamingly at his reflection before marching up towards the trio. "Alright, I'm ready! How about you guys?"
"Awwww Yugi! You look absolutely adorable!" squealed Anzu as she clasped her hands together in delight. "You'd make the perfect little boy that I'm sure!"
"Umm…okay," slowly replied the shorter teen as he edged cautiously away from the girlish peal of delight. No doubt she'll make a fabulous mother when she grows up. "Jou! Stop rubbing your face like that! You're going to smudge off all the marker!"
The blonde stopped his guilty action and began to twiddle his fingers. "Ehhh yeahhh…wutever ya' say Yug'…"
Yugi narrowed his eyes. "I'm afraid you're going to have to change the way you talk Jou. And this goes to you too Honda!" added the boy. "From now on, none of this teenage slang of "yeahhh" and "like wutevaaa dudeee!" As civilized beings of today's world, you must learn to recite your words with perfect articulation and antique! Diction, syntax and flawless pronunciation I say!" The boy fixed a hard stare towards his two friends. "Is that understood?"
He was met with the clueless stares of identical brown eyes.
"Ummm…can you say that again in a less..errr complicated way?"
"Like yeah, I don't think my brain can handle that many vocabulary words."
Good heavens.
"Just...act like all those British actors you've seen in the movies alright?" said Yugi tiredly. It was an extremely crude analogy but he did not want to spend the next 2 hours elaborating on the characterization of language usage. They simply did not have enough time. And even if they had, Yugi sorely doubted that the two rough riders would be able to comprehend his clarification.
He raised his purple eyes towards the clock hanging over head, noticing with a sense of alarm that they had already wasted a considerable amount of time.
"Alright! Enough with all this dilly daddle and fashion nonsense!" briskly declared Yugi, small form radiating a profound sense of leadership and authority that was quite surprising for a boy like him. "We're all leaving for Lattanzi Ristorante right now!"
"Okay!" boomed the enthusiastic reply as four fists pumped themselves into the air.
Honda craned his head towards the window and then proceeded to scratch his head in a dubious fashion. "Sooo…I got a question ova' here…"
"Ahem ahem!" interjected the shorter teen as he raised his eyebrows warningly, threatening glance clearly disapproving of the teenage-like lingo.
"Uhh I mean...I have a question…"
Yugi smiled politely. "Yes?"
"Just how are we getting to Lattanzi Risorante anyway?"
There was a surprised silence.
Yugi pressed a small hand against the gasp that formed from his lips, sudden realization hitting him straight in the head as he realized a major flaw in the development of his plan.
They had no means of—
"Yugi…" slowly started Anzu as she cautiously made her way towards the intensely quiet teen. Her pitch was slightly higher than normal, an obvious hint that the brunette was carefully attempting to hide her near-coming hysteria and panic. "Please don't tell me that you don't know."
The answer was extremely apparent as the lingering silence continued within the area, even before the slight dip of nervous affirmation as a timid nod broke the stiff stature of the tri-colored haired boy.
—transportation. They had no means of transportation.
Just great.
"This is so not cool," finished Anzu dejectedly, slumping onto a nearby chair while resting her chin within the clasp of her two hands.
Honda played around with his moustache, tossing the furry thing within the air like some newfound toy he had recently picked up. "Like totally…how are we going to get there now?"
"Walk?"
"Are you kidding me? And die of starvation and thirst along the way? That'll take at least a million years!"
"Hmph. Maybe for a person that never exercises and is incredibly out of shape."
"Whoah whoah whoah. Are you calling me lazy by any chance?"
"No of course not. What makes you think that?"
A scratch of a head. "Was that supposed to be sarcasm?"
"Dear god…"
Yugi shook his tri-colored locks mournfully, violet-eyes lowered in dejection and disbelief. "I can't believe that I never even thought of how we would get to the restaurant." He had been so caught up with everything else, the outfits, the wigs and various disguises…that he had just plumb forgot! Another doleful shake. "There goes our plan I suppose."
Jou, on the other hand, was at the moment blissfully immune to the invading sense of defeat and loss within the tidy room. For currently the blonde was gazing scrupulously outside the window, brown eyes squinting as he zeroed in on a particular object parked outside the house.
Hmmm...
"Hey Yugi…"
The shorter boy lifted his head. "What?"
"You think you're Grandpa would mind if someone borrowed his car for the evening?"
Purple eyes widened considerable as the smaller teen's mentality grasped onto the hidden meaning behind the innocent little phrase. No…he couldn't possibly be thinking about doing that.
Could he?
Yugi narrowed his eye suspiciously as a growing smile emerged upon the lips of his blonde friend. "What are you trying to say?"
The smile was an evident smirk now. Mischievous brown eyes directed itself towards the distrustful shade of dubious violet.
"I think I have an idea…"
The first thing that Yami noticed was an intense feeling of warmth, a sensation of heat radiating entirety, that for a quaint moment, dulled his acute senses with a comforting froth of soothing calm. His mind was contently oblivious, mentality barely registering the feel of his cheek against starched collar—arm against arm, leg against leg…
Yami winced sharply and pushed himself slightly upwards, right hand still clenched tightly around the silken down of his won-again scarf. His thoughts were all now chaotically muddled, an impression of disorientation effectively dominating the keen sharpness of his usually ever alert mind. Currently supporting himself on the bend of his elbows, the former Pharaoh shook his head briefly and opened his eyes the slightest.
His blurry vision registered a faint shade of dark blue. Ah?
"I would appreciate it if you got off of me right now."
He was so close that he could literally feel his breath. It was soft and unbelievably warm.
His face was perhaps only a mere inch away…
Yami widened his eyes and immediately withdrew back, arms quickly pushing his slim body completely upwards. His crimson eyes stared in complete shock as Seto Kaiba languorously assumed an upright position, hand brushing a few unkempt strands that had been displaced from their clumsy flight. The brunette allowed a curious smile to appear upon his lips before fixing a picturesque stare towards the shocked form of his rival.
"Well wasn't that particularly interesting?" remarked Seto casually while Yami stared stubbornly at his scarf in feigned interest. "All of this for one scarf." The CEO allowed asingle strand of hair to fall against the facetious glint of his eyes. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything less from one such as yourself. You were always the persistent type Yami."
The only response was a mumble of some incoherent imprecation and an attempt of a spirit to lift himself up from the floor of the limo. However, the effort was cut short as the former Pharaoh, (legs efficiently entangled might it be said) stumbled slightly backwards.
"Careful now,"said Seto as he leaned forward and grabbed onto Yami's hand, causing the boy to let out a surprised cry as the brunette drew the slender boy closer. Before the former Pharaoh could even blink, he was on the floor once again, this time half-way sprawled upon a more thanamused CEO.
Yami could have sworn that there was a certain being up there that dearly hated his soul.
Why do I always manage to find myself in the most embarrassing of positions? And with Seto Kaiba nonetheless!
Though in its own way it was somewhat pleasant…
Ahem.
A sudden burst of light filtered through as the doorof the limo opened unexpectedly, revealing an extremely flustered looking driver as he peered through the opening at the interesting spectacle. He coughed slightly into his white gloved hands and let out a stammer of a statement.
"S-Sir, we have arrived at the designated area." He darted his eyes at the lounging forms of the present duo and cleared his throat. "I do hope that I'm not…interrupting something?"
At this Yami immediately separated himself from Seto, letting out a sharp 'of course not!' as he wrapped his scarf around his neck in haste. The brunette merely readjusted his suit, smoothing out an indiscernible wrinkle that only he could see before slipping his shades back over his bright blue eyes.
"No, it is quite alright," replied the billionaire, brisk and business-like voice seeping in through the edges, thoroughly dominating the once teasing tone that had been present only seconds ago. The tall brunette stepped out of the vehicle, revealing his lean and imposing form, dark and enigmatic against the cold-tinted breeze of winter-to-come.
Seto Kaiba, CEO of the multi-national corporation of KaibaCorp. Tall, forbidding and utterly detached. That was what Yami saw as he stared at the indifferent form of the austere brunette, auburn colored hair shifting slightly within the traveling breath of Night's air; his bright blue eyes hardening faintly, barely distinguishable behind the darkened shades of black shadow.
His aloof form slightly blocking the incoming light.
Yami felt a delicate tinge of sadness, though at the moment he was unsure as to why he felt the puzzling emotion.
But then he felt the feeble light strengthening in brightness, crimson eyes blinking slightly as the brunette moved to the side and stretched out a single hand.
"Shall we Yami?" questioned Seto, a surprising trace of softness quietly interlaced within the perfect articulation of his unhurried speech. The light within the background was reflecting off his tinted shades, revealing what lay behind the darkened shadow of midnight dimness.
Normally ice blue eyes allayed in their bitter frost as genuine crimson locked with probing azure.
Yami stared at the outstretched hand.
And with a small smile, placed his own velvet covered hand within the grasp of warm recluse.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Kyaa!...:runz away: I know I know! How could I have just stopped over there when they were just about to start their date? Gomen gomen :guility look: I seriously hate this chapter right now, just cuz itz so badly written and so horribly short. :(... And cuz I didn't get to add in as much fluff as I wanted to...:sigh:
The only part that I really liked was the part with the driver :smile: hahahaaa No good can come of eavesdropping! I hope you guyz all learn a lesson from our tramautized driver!...:)
Alright then. This is it. This is gonna be the last chapter for the next month or so. Now that my mind has been slightly unloaded, I suppose I can now fully concentrate on school...:(
Next Chapter: Finally the outcome of Seto and Yami's date! (I promise this time! Cross my heart!) Underage driving without a license, pepperspray, a lil accident in water, complicated food names...and WHAT IS THIS? Yami and Seto sleeping in the same bed? O.O Heh, heh! Maybe...;)...(depends on my mood!) Beware peoplez, there will be loadz of fluff and sappiness in Chapter 5 (look forward to a gagful of 'lovey dovey' moment under moonlight)...and yes indeed, there will be a kiss...(at least I hope so! O.o) think you can handle it?...:smile:
Okay! I'm off! If you ever get impatient in waiting for me to update, go and read my other fic: Of Bluebells and Roses (which Im STILL not sure if I should continue...) Or be a kewl person and send me an email/bug me on AIM!...:D
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