Sacrificeshipping (Amelda x Valon)
(I missed this one; I'm sticking it where it goes. Turns out I wasn't done with the S's XD)
Clickity clak clak clikky clik.
Amelda's fists clenched under the table.
"Kindly stop doing that," he said.
Valon barely even glanced up. He was sitting at the other end of the table, his legs propped up on top, fiddling with some fake cosplay weapon or something. It looked like some kind of science fiction laser gun, something that would match Valon's armor deck. Valon, on his part, ignored Amelda, continued to drum his fingers across it, turn it over and over in his hands, and click at the buttons and loose pieces.
"Please stop," Amelda said again.
This time, Valon looked up.
"What? It's not hurting you," he said.
"It's hurting my ears," Amelda said.
Valon shrugged.
"Then leave."
Amelda's shoulders tightened, and he growled at the back of his throat. In front of him, the table was spread with blue prints and maps: images of the Duelist Kingdom castle, the Industrial Illusions building, the surrounding areas of both.
"I was here first," Amelda said. "And you're not doing a single thing important. You shouldn't even be in Lord Dartz's conference room."
"Why not? He's not here, is he?"
Valon made a show of looking all around, up and down, across the marble floors, the high ceiling with its chandeliers, and the big, empty screen on one side of the room.
"I am doing important work for Lord Dartz. You are interrupting me," Amelda said through gritted teeth.
"I'm doing important work," Valon said airily. "I'm trying to fix this gun."
"You are not. You're just fiddling with it. And what's the point of fixing a cosplay weapon anyway?"
Valon actually looked at Amelda this time, looking unamused.
"This is not a cosplay weapon. It's a real bona fide laser gun."
"Pfft. Yeah right."
Valon pointed the gun at him, grinning slightly.
"Want to find out if it works?"
"Put that thing away," Amelda said.
"Only if you say please."
"I've been saying please this whole flipping time!"
Amelda found that he had shot up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. Valon had swung his legs off of the table top and was standing too, still holding the laser weapon, although not pointing it at Amelda.
"Sounds like someone's just jealous," Valon said. "Because we both know my target's the better one."
"Katsuya Jonouchi a stronger target than Seto Kaiba? Don't make me laugh! Seto Kaiba has defeated Katsuya Jonouchi more times than your brain is able to count!"
"But Kaiba's all cold and shriveled up inside," Valon said, with an easy grin. "I'll be willing to bet you his soul's barely powerful enough to light a light bulb. Jonouchi, though, I've seen tapes of 'im – he's a fire comet. I'll bet his soul rivals the pharaoh's."
"You can't say something like that; there's no way to quantify it!"
"Why don't you quantify this?" Valon said, pointing the gun lazily at Amelda again.
Amelda ducked to the side in spite of himself when Valon pulled the trigger. They froze for a moment, staring at each other. Then the biggest grin spread over Valon's face.
"You really thought I was gonna shoot ya," he said. "You really thought this was a real gun for a second, didn't ya?"
"I did not," Amelda said heatedly.
"You did! You wouldn't've ducked if you didn't!"
"Valon, don't make me lose my –"
The gun sparked in Valon's hand. Valon dropped it, cursing as he waved his hand a few times. The gun lay on the table.
And then, half of the casing popped off and let out a thin trail of smoke.
Valon and Amelda stared at it. Then they looked at each other.
"You said it was fake," Amelda said, eyes narrowing.
"I swear it is!" Valon said, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey. Old codger that sold it to me was lying, I'll bet. Trying to escape the government for stealing something or whatever."
"Get it out of here before it really explodes," Amelda said.
Valon shrugged. He picked it up gingerly, between two fingers, and headed for the door. Amelda settled back into his chair, sighing with relief. He turned his attention back to the maps.
"Totally jealous of me," Valon hissed, peeking through the doorway.
Amelda whipped a pencil at him, and Valon disappeared, laughing as Amelda heard his running footsteps disappearing down the hallway.
A/N: Another surprisingly fun one to write. Geez, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife between those two. XD Next is Rustshipping (Yami no Marik x Thief King Bakura x Ryo).
