Prompt: Trying food's from each other's countries, Part 1

Pairing: Seto x Ishizu (natch)

"Seto…" Ishizu regarded the plate before her with some trepidation. The fugu sashimi was arranged very beautifully in a flower-like, circular mandala-esque pattern— almost too pretty for her to consider eating.

That explained her trepidation. Most certainly. And certainly not because…

"Ishizu, you're afraid, aren't you?" Seto regarded the woman beside him with a smirk. He lifted his glass of sake and took a sip, eyes gleaming in a positively devilish manner.

"Well, now that you mention it, I'm not overly fond of the idea of food that could poision me, no," murmured Ishizu, starting to feel rude for not eating. The waiter had long since left the plate on the table, so thank Gods for that. As if she needed to feel any more uncomfortable at this time.

Seto rolled his eyes, a chuckle blossoming under his breath. "Ishizu, trust me. I have not taken you to the most expensive restaurant in Domino City in order to poision you with fugu."

"It would be a convenient way to get rid of me, no?" quipped Ishizu, the bluish translucent sashimi appearing to swim in the corner of her eye.

Seto's smirk grew wider; Ishizu's heart fluttered in her chest, as it so often did at that damned sexy look on his face.

He placed a hand on her knee, wrinkling the long skirt under his hands as he gently started to hike it up her leg. Ishizu felt herself blush—thank Gods they were alone—as Seto leaned over to whisper in her ear:

"Now, my dear Ishizu, why would I ever want to get rid of you?"

"I was starting to wonder…" Ishizu trailed off, allowing her hand to travel up to his tie, to pull him in closer.

Two could play at this game easily.

She grasped the slick fabric around his neck and brought his lips to within a hair's breadth of hers.

"Fine, Seto Kaiba," she nearly cooed, an idea alighting itself in her mind. Ha."I'll try the fugu… on a few conditions."

"Such as?" His breath was warm against her lips, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Such as… you make it worth my while, Seto Kaiba." Ishizu's lips formed a gentle curve as she whispered something into Seto's ear.

Something that made the unflappable Seto Kaiba nearly go pink at her rashness, her naughtiness.

"Oh my. Miss Ishtar," returned Seto, his smile positively wolfish. "What else?"

"That you allow me to return the favor, and let me take you out for Egyptian food tomorrow night."

Here Seto pouted, almost giving her the feeling of holding a puppy on a leash. A rich, snobby puppy. "Ishizu… you know I'm a picky eater…"

"And I am not?" Ishizu challenged, letting go of the chopsticks and picking up her chopsticks expertly.

She clicked them together and reached for a piece of the bluish fugu. It was a shame to spoil the perfect radial symmetry of the chef's design.

"Besides, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Seto perked up. "Ah, Ishizu. Let me count the ways in which that suits me just fine." He reached for his chopsticks and picked up a piece of sashimi, meeting her eyes.

She reached her free hand for his.

"On three?"