Leathershipping (Keith x Yami no Yugi)

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((I take no responsibility for Keith's narrow and stupid viewpoint or any choice language he may choose to employ))

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Keith could not believe that this kid was the legendary Yugi Mutou. Could hardly believe the kid was already "legendary," considering he had only gotten on the radar less than a year ago. Hell, Keith had been playing and winning for almost five years now, and nobody paid that much attention to him anymore. Even though he had won every tournament he had ever been in. What tournaments had this kid won? None, that was how many. All he had done was gotten lucky against that asshole Seto Kaiba.

Keith glared at him from across the table, not taking a glance at the dinner that Pegasus had provided – he didn't trust it, not any farther than he could manage to throw that idiot Pegasus. For all he knew, the ridiculous CEO had poisoned it. He'd stick to his own snacks once he got into his room.

Yugi wasn't looking at him. He was busy talking to his friend the blonde idiot – in Japanese of course, which, while Keith knew it, he couldn't quite hear it well enough to understand what they were saying. The kid looked so serious. Hell, this was a card game and he didn't have his reputation on the line, what was he all serious about?

He continued to glare at the tiny kid. Maybe he could scare 'im. Throw him off, make him get all flustered so that he'd be easier to beat up in the morning. He didn't think this so-called legend would be too hard to handle. Look at him, for crissakes, he was barely five feet tall. One punch would knock him out. And that ridiculous hair was just asking for Keith to grab a knife or a pair of scissors and hack it off. What was with those stupid Japs and their stupid fashion statements anyway? Well, he'd show this kid a thing or two, when morning came and the finals were going, he'd knock the kid into next week and show him what a real fight was like –

And then suddenly, Yugi looked up and met his gaze.

Keith didn't want to, but he flinched. Those eyes...had they been red a minute ago? He didn't think so – it had to be a trick of the light. Nobody had red eyes. Unless this was one of those stupid cosplay things and the kid was wearing contact lenses. Weird fucking kids...

But even as his mind ran through this series of thoughts, he could not stall a slight shiver that went through him. Those eyes. He wouldn't stop staring at him, holding his gaze, crimson red burning into him, like some kind of demon was staring out from that tiny kid's eyes. He didn't look so tiny all of a sudden. It was like he was suddenly taking up more space, like he was radiating off some kinda heat.

Keith dropped his eyes first, without even realizing what he was doing. He swore loudly in his mind – how the hell had he let that kid intimidate him? Keith was the one supposed to be doing the intimidating!

He glanced up from the table again, but Yugi wasn't looking at him anymore. Now he was taking to the brown-haired broad on his other side, again in Japanese just quiet enough for Keith to miss out on. Keith ground his teeth. Kid threw him off guard. Most people didn't meet his gaze, they just tried to avoid it. He had just been thrown off. He wouldn't let it happen again.

A thought occurred to him then.

The kid's eyes were purple now.

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A/N: Yami no Yugi isn't taking your crap today, Keith. XD Next is Leafshipping (Yami no Yugi x Ushio).