It's alive! It's ALI-I-I-I-IVE! -runs away and hides-
Just kidding. But I've always wanted to say that...
Well, what can I say? It's weird, I haven't written in ages. I'm sorry, y'all, I truly am.
Uh, yeah. And enjoy.
Disclaimer: Uhuh, yeah, sure. I don't own YGO. I only own Sahara! -grabs- Mine!
Sahara: -struggles- -choke- Leggo o' me! -gasp-
Whoops... -lets go- My bad. Almost killed off my own charrie. Ah, well... get on with it already.
It's All In The Eyes
Seto Kaiba rubbed his eyes and pushed the paper away. He sighed and got to his feet, stretching. The paper's headline caught his eyes again and he shook his head. Strange, he thought. So unexpected. Unprecedented. But then, the drop wasn't expected either. Seto turned his back on the paper and got a mug out of the cupboard, forcing himself to concentrate on spooning coffee into it. Anything rather than succumb once again to the litany of self-hatred that always came when he thought about how he had had his job pulled out from underneath him, completely out of the blue. Why didn't I realise sooner? I could have fixed it… I know I could've! Seto shook his head and sighed. At least everything will be back to normal now.
There was a sharp knock at the door. Seto jumped, dropping his mug. It fell to the floor and broke into three distinct pieces, one shooting past his bare foot and cutting into his skin on the way past. Seto cursed loudly and limped out of his small kitchen, trying not to leave a trail of blood.
The person knocked again, more impatiently this time. Seto glared at the door and yanked open a drawer. He used too much force, however, and the entire drawer came out of the cupboard, spilling its' contents on the floor. Seto swore again and knelt, picking a pack of tissues out of the mess and ripping it open. He pulled some tissues out of it and pressed them onto his cut, wishing he had thought to buy a box of plasters. Who buys plasters? Really! Ugh, why did nobody tell me I should have them? Seto grimaced. Nobody told me because I didn't need to know, he reminded himself.
He lifted the tissue and, satisfied that the blood had stopped flowing, got to his feet, lobbing the crumpled up tissue into the dustbin. He went to the door and yanked it open, snapping irritably, "Yes?"
He stared. What was she doing here?
It was then, somewhat belatedly, that he realised that he was not wearing a shirt, had no shoes on, had a bloodstained foot and behind him was a scene of chaos.
Oh. Damn.
Mehehehehehe... the things I do to Seto. Look for the next (and hopefully last) chapter VERY soon. Like, in about five minutes... (just tweaking some last-minute things, ya see?)
Well, g'head, leave a review...the button don't bite!
And if it does, here you go...-holds out a box of dragonhide gloves- For your protection! Never say that I don't care for my readers!
Oh, yeah... I almost forgot...
"No dragons were harmed in the making of this story."