Light of Fallen Darkness: Okay, I'll be leaving for Hong Kong tomorrow so don't be surprised if there isn't an update the day after tomorrow. I'll still have to recover from the jet lag...
Instead of the black ensemble from the day before yesterday, the outfit Yami wore today is anything but black. The boots are an exception. Kaiba chose a white Puma jacket with a wide red stripe running around it and a pair of torn jeans this time. As feminine as the outfit was, only Yami could pull it off without looking entirely gay.
When Yami asked what happened to the other painting, Kaiba smirked and told him if he didn't waste time today then we can see it after. Yami reluctantly kept his mouth shut, but only until he was sure Kaiba had finished sketching his head. "You're really scary when you paint."
That sure caught the CEO's attention, "Excuse me?"
"Remember yesterday? When you painted me, there was this really concentrated look in your eyes. You get so focused in your painting that even now you won't even look at me while talking." Kaiba raised his head up briefly and smirked before returning his attention to the canvas.
"But that's what you like about him isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. When I first met Seto, I thought that he was a stubborn, spoiled jackass-"
"There you go with the Seto thing again!"
"Shut up. Anyway, the more time I spent with him, the more I realized how wrong I was. He may be stubborn but he has strong determination, a good heart through all that stoic, tough guy shit and not to mention a great body."
"Pervert, the last part was a bit too much information."
"Aw! I'm sorry; did I offend your virgin ears?"
Touché.
The scratching of pencil against canvas stopped abruptly. Kaiba leaned back on his chair and stared at Yami with cool sapphire colored. He scanned Yami's slim body with an intensity that could make anyone piss in their pants. Even though it was from an artist's perspective (I'm not sure if Kaiba even has one though) I still couldn't help but notice a very, very brief flicker of what I assumed was lust in his eyes.
Kaiba must've finished sketching and was moving on to painting the colors in. It happened yesterday too when Kaiba would stare at Yami for a long time before sketching. When he finished, he would stare at Yami again before proceeding to paint. I don't think even Mokuba has ever seen this side of concentration in Kaiba before.
"So, can we see it?" Yami grinned cheekily as he hurried to keep up with Kaiba's longer strides.
Kaiba said nothing but grabbed the canvas and walked out of the studio, Yami following closely behind. When Kaiba reached what I assume is his bedroom, he opened it and plopped the canvas on his bed. Before Yami could even have time to catch a glimpse of it, Kaiba led him to the computer. The screensaver of the KaibaCorp logo disappeared and a photo program popped up on the screen.
Yami and I were beyond speechless.
There was Yami alright; standing in front of Kaiba Land with one hand holding his glasses just below his eyes while the other was at his hip. A wide grin was on his face, as if saying, "Let's go." I can see why Kaiba wanted to use him in his ad.
"I thought you said you weren't going to-"
"Yes, but that didn't mean I couldn't take photos of Kaiba Land and use them as a background for the ad." Kaiba replied bluntly. Other than the whole Kaiba Land thing, nothing changed in the picture. "Well, what do you think of it?" He asked in genuine curiosity.
"Kaiba, if anyone ever tells you that this is horrible, do yourself a favor and beat the shit out of them." Then Yami laughed, "Aside from the fact you had a gorgeous model, this ad is perfect." He received a light, playful blow on the head.
"Just shut up and give me your jacket." Kaiba hissed.
Yami looked up at him and blinked, "Huh? Why?"
"It belongs to one of my employees. She left it on her desk once after work so I thought I'd borrow it." Yami raised a brow but took the jacket off anyway, revealing a surprisingly tiny chest for a male teenager even if he was from Egypt.
Kaiba stared, but only long enough for me to notice. Again, I should really start bringing a camera along to take these Kodak moments. Yami handed the jacket to Kaiba who took it gratefully, "Good. We can bring it over to the office right now before I drop you off."
Although the long black sweater was itching like crazy, Yami still insisted on wearing it even if his discomfort was probably the most obvious thing in the world right now. In other words, because the sweater was Kaiba's-and smelled like him too, as Yami pointed out in our mind link immediately after putting it on-Yami won't even care if he had to run two miles under the blazing sun as long as he got to wear it.
That guy is obsessed, I swear.
Kaiba had let Yami borrow one of his sweaters so he would at least have some decent clothing to wear once they got to KaibaCorp to return the Puma jacket, but I think he was beginning to regret doing so.
"You sure you don't want to change?" He asked, waiting for Yami to strap himself with the seatbelt of the car. It was a Ferrari this time.
"I'm fine, really! Besides, I don't want to keep this woman waiting." Yami protested weakly.
Kaiba shrugged, "If you're sure…" He hit the gas pedal and the car was already roaring on the street before Yami could even make some last minute decisions.
Apparently the sweater did more harm than good.
Every single person who saw Kaiba and Yami go through the building glared at Yami's attire in disgust (I think it was the torn jeans). They definitely did their worst to hide their disgust but Yami ignored it, as best as he could anyway. He recoiled from their glares and stuck by Kaiba like super glue
We reached the eighteenth floor, the highest of the entire building. After passing through two cubicles, Kaiba dropped the Puma jacket on an unsuspecting woman's desk. She whipped her head up in shock.
"Here's your jacket." He said.
The brunette blushed. Yami and I blushed. Everyone within ear shot stared into the cubicle. I think Kaiba finally got the gist because he flushed and nearly shouted, "You left it here last week so I thought I'd borrow it for a while to use as a prop." He said loudly enough for everybody in the office to hear.
After the awkward silence passed, the brunette grinned. It sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, well, that's fine Mr. Kaiba. In fact, you can use it again or anything else of mine if you want."
I seriously hoped the woman had a death wish, because what she did next was the most daring thing I've ever witnessed.
She started rubbing her hand on Kaiba's arm.
Yami glared at the woman. What's worse for him, Kaiba didn't even flinch, let alone pull away in disgust and fire her. Yami wasn't just jealous anymore, he was furious.
He turned on his heels and stormed to the elevator.
"That bitch! How dare she act like Seto's her boyfriend just because he was returning a jacket! It's not like he's interested in her! Why I ought to-"
"Yami, calm down." I sighed inwardly, too late.
"But why would he let her do that to him? Unless he…" Yami trailed off and his ranting came to a halt. He was probably thinking, 'Unless Kaiba likes her too.'
"Don't worry Yami, he's probably just trying to be polite."
"By letting some slut feel him?"
"He's not one to make a scene you know."
"Still-"
"Yami!" Kaiba yelled from behind, catching up to him quickly. Yami turned around and frowned. Neither of them said anything as they stepped into the empty elevator.
The silence was killing me, and I'm sure Yami was just dying to say something. When they reached the lobby, Kaiba grabbed Yami's arm and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry." He said.
"For what?" Yami replied snidely.
"I shouldn't have done that." Kaiba continued, dropping his head to avoid Yami's gaze.
"Done what?"
"You're really intelligent aren't you?"
"I'm sorry." Kaiba repeated.
Yami yanked his arm out of Kaiba's grasp, "What the hell are you talking about? Besides, you don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything."
Kaiba sighed, "I'm sorry for dragging you here to put you through all that, and I'm sorry for not firing those incompetent fools earlier." A small smile graced his lips. Yami slowly smiled in return.
The next day, half the employees for KaibaCorp left the building sobbing like babies.
Light of Fallen Darkness: Well, personally I thought this turned out pretty well. Aside from the fact that this chapter was almost completely pointless, I'm still satisfied with it. I think Yami was beyond OOC at this point (And I hated myself for making him like that) but I was sort of trying to show his more emotional side. Hopefully, you won't be too mad at me for this. Please review! Constructive criticisms are encouraged and flames will be ignored.