Me: Okay... okay. Finally, you guys. I finisheded it. I can't apologize enough for the wait I put you guys through... I know it bothers me when it takes forever for others to update, so I really hate doing it to people who willingly read my stuff and don't do it just because we're friends or related or something, so... I'm real sorry. =*^-^*= hugz make it betterz? :3 and a new chaaaaaapterzzzzzzz? 8D
Yami: Oh, it's okay! Everyone seemed to be fine with waiting for you. *looks out the window to see fangirls foaming at the mouth outside* ... Or… maybe not...
Me: Eh heh... yeah. XD I know I've been keeping you all waiting, but have no fear! I am writing this as fast as I can. I don't want to give you guys anything less than the best (*is a perfectionist*), so if you're patient then I promise you'll get something good for it.
Seto: Yu-Gi-Oh! fangirls... Hmph.
Me: Shut up you. I'm still working on your Puppyshipping fanfic, but I can delete it at any given moment!
Seto: 8/
Me: (Hehe. I should probably start that sometime... XD) Alright guys, you requested it, so here it is! Chapter three of Weekend Break!
Yami: t-o-c owns nothing but her ideas and the person-based OCs!
Seto: Duh...
"I'd like to apologize again for how Kat acted," Lia muttered as they weaved their way through the crowded bar. "She can be... unpredictable."
Seto smirked. "I can imagine."
"No," Lia remarked solemnly. "I doubt you can."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Seto was led back to the door they had approached earlier, and Lia knocked again, albeit softer than before. "Hey, El?" she said to the thick wood.
"Hold on..." the familiar voice called from the other side. There was a shuffling noise, soft cursing, before there was a thundering crash! Seto backed away from the door subconsciously. "Aw shit... Shit shit shit."
Suddenly, the door flew open and a very disheveled woman stood there. Her dark brown skin glistened slightly in the low light, and her eyes were almost black and shone with a mischief that everyone underestimated. Her large mass of messy, black curls was held back solely by a rainbow bandana that matched her tennis shoes immaculately. Her jeans hugged her figure nicely, which was huskier than most but not in a bad way, and her black tee shirt boasted some saying about supporting gay rights. Seto couldn't help but crack a smile before catching himself.
"Hey, Kaiba!" El exclaimed. "Been a while since you came around. Glad you could visit us, Mr. Richie-Rich. Gimme a second to clean this up and I'll be right with ya..."
Lia glanced into the room and immediately shook her head. "You see?" she sighed. "This is why you shouldn't try and set up an easel in your bedroom... there isn't enough room for all you junk in here as it is!"
El scowled. Bullheaded as she was, she refused to believe she couldn't do her painting wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. "Junk?" she finally replied. "This ain't junk, bitch."
"Mm-hmm." Lia and Seto both knew it was futile to argue with her. "But anyway, I'm gonna go tend to the front. Seto, El." She nodded to each of them in turn before excusing herself.
"Junk, she says..." Seto heard the bartender grumble as she went about picking up the mess of paintbrushes, paints and pastels littering the floor. She continued mumbling obscenities to herself for a moment as the mess dissipated slowly. "The bitch calls this junk... the nerve..."
Seto cleared his throat.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry Seto. Forgot you were here." El placed the last of the paintbrushes back into the aluminum can they called home and turned to him. "So, what brings you here?"
"Yami said you had information about our latest get together."
"Oh? I suppose I do."
"And?"
El smirked, offering him no answer.
Typical, Seto thought. "Did he tell you to withhold it, or are you just messing with me?"
All he received in reply was an amused shrug. Her neutral expression broke into a wide, lop-sided grin that made Seto's eyebrow twitch. He didn't have the patience for this. "El..."
Putting her hands up in defeat, El's smile widened in amusement. "Hey, calm down there, rich boy. He didn't tell me to withhold anything from you, I just like messin' with ya; you know how I am."
Seto grunted.
Always being good at reading people's body language (her best friend, Lia, did have problems emoting, after all), El raised an eyebrow. "Don't go blowin' a gasket there, bud. I'm not trying to get between the two of you or anything, I just thought you'd be more 'lax about it." She smirked, falling back onto the cot in the corner of the room. "... Guess not."
"No," Seto replied tersely, "I am not 'lax about it. I am thoroughly annoyed though, and if you continue this juvenile behavior, this will only become greater. How unfortunate for you."
"Hey, hey, hey there. Calm your tits, bro. I was just messin' with ya—"
"I am not your bro, and Ido not care what your intent was," Seto snapped. "I simply want to know what Yami had to say so that I can be on my way. This has been nothing more than a waste of my time, and I'd like to leave as soon as I can."
El blinked. "Damn, Seto," she murmured, not seeming insulted so much as taken aback by his words. "That was cold." She sighed, all humor gone from her demeanor. "Alright, fine, here you go." From the back pocket of her worn-out jeans she produced an envelope that had been folded in half in order to fit. It was relinquished into Seto's possession, and he immediately took to examining its appearance. Outwardly, it didn't seem like much; it was just a basic, white envelope. No handwriting, no stickers, just blank. But Seto knew what it meant, what it held.
"Thank you," he deadpanned. "Goodbye."
And with that, he turned on his heels and exited the establishment. He was vaguely aware of Lia's quiet goodbye, but he didn't acknowledge it. His eyes and attention stayed solely on the envelope clenched tightly in his hands. He didn't spare a thought to his behavior towards people he generously considered his friends. He'd had more than enough experience in the world to dwell on rude actions. Some people wouldn't respond to anything else.
He didn't dare open the envelope until he was safely in his car, alone, and a decent distance from anywhere people might see him. He wanted to make sure he wasn't being watched.
Hands shaking from anticipation and excitement, he sloppily tore off the seal of the envelope and removed the single piece of paper from its grasp. On it was an address of a hotel on the outskirts of town, along with a three digit number and a short note.
I know this is different from what we usually do, but I figure it's healthy to shake things up every so often. See you soon. ;)
A smile threatened to cross his lips, but he held it back. He wasn't sure why, perhaps on reflex of perhaps on principle.
He knew where the address was located (when you live your whole life in one city, even if it is a big one, you tend to know your way around), so he put his car back into gear and followed the roads he knew would lead him to his ultimate destination.
Wasting no time and paying traffic rules little mind, he was able to make it to the address in about ten minutes. He did not risk going to the front desk; he didn't even use the front entrance. If he were spotted somewhere like this, the press would have a field day. No, he would have to find his way to the room on his own. As he searched, he let his mind wander shamelessly; something in which he rarely allowed himself to indulge.
By the time he found the correct room, which was on the first floor and not hard to find at all, his heart was beating against his ribs, and he was sure his pupils had dilated quite some bit. The door had been left slightly ajar, and there was faint music coming from within.
Taking a deep breath, Seto placed his hand on the door, and pushed it open.
Me: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE ALL FLUFF I PROMISE. You could probably tell that, by how I ended this one, but I know I've kept you guys waiting... ^w^"
Seto: *sarcastically* Can't wait.
Yami: ;D
Seto: ...?
Me: AHEM. ANYway, I'm gonna start responding to reviews!
Here's to start:
Kagura-07:
(#1) Yes, I know. The Prideshipping is coming. Soooooooon. 8D I appreciate your patience in the meantime.
(#2) *cowers* Please don't hurt me. I'm very fragile. Ask... well, anyone. But anyway, thanks so much for the HUGE compliment. I'm flattered that I got your attention with this! 8DDD I hope you enjoy this story, and maybe some others I have/am planning to have
naginamini
Yeah, that is really weird... o-o It's based off a friend of mine, so you both share (part of) a nickname! COOL. (: But thanks, I hope you enjoyed!
TexasDreamer01
Yes. It's glorious, isn't it? XDDD
flamingpluffy
N'aww! Thanks so much! Seto is always the seme, so I figured I'd shake things up a bit. Though neither of them would ever admit to being the uke... yeah. XD Especially Seto.
Me: Alright, I guess that's all for this chapter! I'll try to get the next one out as soon as possible, but homework is a lot harder this year. This is the first day in two weeks that I haven't had homework. Yayz! 8D
Yami: As always, reviews, faves and follows are appreciated by the author.
Me: Yes. They make me feel loved and make the characters talk to me more... Seto.
Seto: I am not talking to you of my own free will.
Me: Love you too. 3
Seto: No.
Me: OH DO NOT GET AN ATTITUDE WITH ME MISTER.
Seto: ...
Me: Okay, shiz just got real. Madporter13, hold my nonexistent earrings.
*arguing continues in the background*
Yami: We love you all, and hope you liked it! See you next time! 8D