Thought it was about time to upload this. This is the first part of a cluster of very short fan fictions that just popped into my head one day, all are Euroshipping (waves flag for Euroshipping fandom) and each and every one have a quite different 'plot' so to speak. Although this is rated PG (or K+) at the moment, the rating may vary after every installation. As to why I decided to squish all my ideas into one 'story'? -Shrugs- I guess I'm just paranoid about wasting space, even though cyber space is in effect endless…to some extent. Yeah, just listen to me twittering on xP
A very big thanks to Relinquished, who beta-ed this one for me and so quickly after I had requested! Thanks for the really constructive annotations; I will keep them in mind when I work on my next fiction. :)
So here it is! Fear my over usage of synonyms x3 Enjoy and maybe even comment if you are such a benevolent person. :D
#Poignant, such a strong word isn't it? Maybe too strong to replace 'unforgettable', but then again it does give the image of something that has stuck.
: No. 1 Poignant Encounter :
The bell chimes and school has ended for another long day. I am the first to depart the classroom, not out of any secret zeal, it just seems that I am the most efficient at packing up.
I've taken only one step and am knocked back by a girl in one of the lower years, blushing intensely whilst she apologizes. I glare as she walks off, giggling when she meets with her acquaintances, leaving me to pick up a couple of fallen textbooks. I despise her audacity.
I proceed. That little fiasco put me off a bit, but I can gain time again if I speed up my pace.
"Um…Kaiba?"
I really don't have time for this, so, of course, I don't reply. That would just spark off conversation and I'm already behind schedule as it is. I turn my head to see who has dared to hinder me before seeing a lock of thick, snowy, white hair out the corner of my eye. I swivel around.
"Bakura."
I want to leave, get in my limo and to my meeting on time, or perhaps even early (and then rebuke whatever idiot set the conference for right after school), but something inside me tells me to stay. I sigh, exasperated, because now's not the moment to be fighting sense. He blinks, perplexed for an instant as he watches me stare into nothingness, thinking to myself, not one of the usual traits of the great Seto Kaiba.
In one swift movement he swoops towards the floor to retrieve what looks to be a paperback novel. I notice it is out of my own bag as he hands it to me with an innocent beam on his features.
"Here…you seem to have dropped this." His pale cheeks color. I obtain the book from his outstretched hand and return it to my bag.
"Thanks." I state coldly and head down the corridor.
As I reach the exit, I look back. That unadulterated figure and innocent smile never ceases to wallow in my contemplation.
