Yes, another Seto-centric fiction. -grins- Here's a summary that could not fit into the small box thing:

Kumiko only wanted Seto Kaiba to pay attention to her. Even the slightest look in her direction made her happy. It was the typical story of a girl with a high school crush--until the person of her affection decided to play with her. Is he really just meddling with her for his amusement, or is he trying to tell her something? And what of her best friend's friend, Jonouchi Katsuya, who has loved her since the first day they met? Can he help her escape the will of the posessor of her heart?

I got this idea while I was on vacation; call it an outlet for some stuff that's been happening with me and my crush at school. Believe me, it's not this dramatic-- I'm just being ignored. Oh well. Inspiration should come from the heart, so here's heart. Eat it :p. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 I Wish

A cold glare.

That's all that I got that time. Well, at least he looked at me. My heart pounded tightly in my chest as I made my way home, clutching my schoolbag. He had looked at me. I would endure the fires of hell to the arctic ice that shoots from him just to look into his eyes forever. They're so blue and perfect… just like everything else. And he looked at me with them. Glared.

Seto Kaiba glared at me.

I sighed for what was probably the hundredth time as a light breeze blew by, and it made me slowly realize that someone was calling me. I stopped and glanced around, and I heard my name again. I still didn't see anyone. I started walking again, but stopped—there was my name again. Oh, whoever it was must have been behind me.

"Kumiko-chan!"

I raised my hand and waved, standing to face the speaker as he lazily walked to catch up with me. It was Shinobu Hayashi, pretty much my only friend here in Domino. He's about a head taller than me, light brown hair and green eyes, 18 years old. He'll be graduating this year. Lots of girls like him, which means I sometimes get the butt of their jokes because they think we're dating. We've been friends since before I can remember, and he's been with me through a lot of stuff, including my current obsession with Seto. Nothing really gets to him unless it has something to do with anything he cares about, so he's a pretty laid back guy. When he's not spending time with me, he usually hangs out at parties and with his gang of friends; every time he goes out he comes back with amusing stories of the girls and guys who try to hook up with him.

I, on the other hand, am pretty plain. I'm not well-known—well, at least not known by my name. Most people refer to me as "the smart chick with the glasses" or something along those lines, but that's about the only mention I get before they go on to talk about their problems with their boyfriends or girlfriends or how stuff is so expensive. I'm about 5'5, brown hair, brown eyes with glasses, 16 years old. Typical teenager. I'm pretty quiet, and I'm perfectly fine with only having Shinobu as my friend. I suppose the only time I crave attention is when I pass Seto in the hallway.

"Care to walk a little slower?" I asked sarcastically as Shinobu ambled up with his hands in his pockets.

"If you say so." Grinning even wider than he already was, he contorted his face slightly and let out a loud, obnoxious groan as he put on his slow-mo trick.

I smiled and started to whistle, turning to walk away from him, but he latched onto my arm and pulled me back, keeping his voice low and deep. "Noooooooooooooo……!" He was really starting to bug me with the whole instant replay imitation, so I lightly smacked the side of his head to make him let me go.

"Yow! Sheesh, Kumiko-chan, you're so mean to me!" he whined, feigning pain.

"No I'm not," I replied as we started to walk again. "Shinobu, he looked at me today."

"How'd you do it this time?" he asked, knowing quite well who "he" was.

"Same as yesterday… I bumped into him," I said, smiling at the memory of it. "He looked like he was going to blow up at me or something." I remembered in perfect detail how his broad shoulders had swiveled so that he could pierce me with those eyes.

"Honestly, you really should try talking to him sometime."

"What would we talk about?"

"Quiet stuff. I don't know," he said, shrugging. "Whatever smart, introverted dorks talk about."

I paused for a second. "I can't talk to him."

Shinobu made a noise of frustration at me. "I don't even know why I try anymore. You'll just be stuck with watching him from afar for the rest of the year."

"What's wrong with that?"

Ignoring my comment, he broke into song. "From afar, I watch you walk—from afar, I watch you dance—from afar! I watch you undress—"

"Shush!" He was distracting me a lot from trying to remember the moment that day; I turned down my street without another word to him.

"From afar! I see you go to your house!" he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Buzz off!" As annoying as he was right then, I laughed and waved back before going the rest of the way to my home. It's pretty plain as well, exactly the same as the neighbors' houses in the complex. White and bland with a green roof and shutters, a little garden out in front, the grass neatly trimmed and green like it has to be. I live with my mom and dad, no brothers or sisters; I barely get any allowance. Not that I want to buy anything, really, it's just the logistics that annoy me.

Mom and Dad weren't home yet, so I went upstairs to my room and tossed my backpack onto the floor, turning on my computer. It buzzed at me rather loudly, as it wasn't exactly the most up to date computer. If you looked at how often computers were updated then mine would probably be considered an antique or something. It worked all right; not much of the memory was taken up, seeing as how I only used it for writing in my journal and talking online—Shinobu had a habit of asking me to use my computer to hide his porn since his is nearly stuffed full of it.

I sat down and started to write down whatever I could remember about Seto that day; in math class he had gotten up to sharpen his pencil and some guy in the second row tried flicking a paper airplane at him. He had turned around and caught it, crumpled it in his hand and dropped it to the floor, then returning to his seat like nothing had happened.

Some people would probably consider me a stalker because of how much I write about him, but I'm too timid to be anything even close to that. I just have a big crush on him. It'd be corny to say I'm in love with him, so I keep it at the crush level to avoid embarrassment in front of Shinobu.

I get excited when he looks at me, even if he's looking past me at something in the distance; it makes me happy to know that he at least knows I exist. I've never spoken to him, even when we've been placed in groups together; all we did then was exchange papers with an unspoken understanding of what needed to be done. A few times he told me what I was doing wrong, but I never responded, only stopped to correct whatever it was.

Maybe someday I can get the courage to talk to him. Maybe someday he'll really notice me and talk to me. I wish he would talk to me so that I don't feel pressured or nervous for starting any conversation. For now, I'll settle with the little glances and glares I get.

I really need to stop and get a life, but watching Seto is my life for now. I hope…

I hope someday he'll watch me.