8-year-old Seto is girl crazy. He'll walk by a pretty girl, and stare, he'll look at her and drool, fantasize. He likes girls that have curly hair, rosebud lips, nice, round hips. He'll look at a girl and want to talk to her. Boys at that age can go and flirt with woman like that, and everyone thinks is really cute. But what they don't know, what they don't see, is what's going through that boy's mind. 8-year-old Seto is that boy.
Older Seto, has no time for girls, or women for that matter. He has a few, which he holds in high regards.
One, wants noting to do with him. She thinks that he is gross, mean, horrible. I know that he can be, so I can't blame her.
And the other… she likes Seto. Both of them. She looks into there blue eyes, and they look into hers. There is something behind her eyes, something wonderful that he loves more than anything else. 8-year-old Seto laughes with her, enjoyes her. But behind closed doors, only the older Seto is there. 8-year-old Seto is off playing with Mokuba. Its for the better. Some things are ment for the older people.
She is beautiful. But older Seto dosnt have time for a relationship, neither dose she. Both of them have too much to do. But they meet, sometimes, in between the bed sheets, and that's enough, for the both of them.
Iyasu Destiny: That's the general Idea about this story. Yes, I'm going to add more.
Jen: phoenixdark doesn't bother me… their just jealous cause they can't write something like this… I don't know… but no, I don't care. Negative comments are comments non the less.