Sevenfold
Disclaimer: I do now own yugioh.
Date: July 21, 2006
Red:Sloth
Even down to his very core, Kaiba Seto hated messes. He liked things exact. He liked order and neatness and all the pieces fitting precisely into their rightful places.
So it was clearly an affront to his deepest nature that he found himself surrounded by an unhealthy about of chaos. Surrounded by a complete and utter mess. Things were strewn about everywhere, and the floor was covered in foodstuffs of all varieties. Perhaps he was a bit old to take part in such a ridiculous fight... but it had been fun. That wasn't an excuse, of course– merely a fact. (And along with order, Kaiba Seto did not at all mind dealing with facts.)
He knew that he should begin cleaning up. He knew that he should get up, get washed off– he was covered in what he assumed was honey– and go on about his day. Or evening. He wasn't even sure what time it was. How long had he been laying there? Had it been hours, minutes– he was fairly certain that it had at least been less than twenty-four hours.
It wasn't like him to be so unproductive. Or so lazy. For though he knew that he should get up, he had absolutely no inclination to do so. He was far too comfortable. Even though it was the floor– and, by that token, hard and cold– and he was sticky and quite un-clean, he couldn't bring himself to get up. Or really care, for that matter.
He didn't have the energy. He wasn't tired– oh no, exhaustion was far from what he felt. But the utter laziness that had welled up inside him was unbelievable. He was never lazy.
Half considering just going to sleep so he wouldn't even be burdened by all that troublesome thought, he happened to glance beside him.
Ahh. Now there was a reason to be lazy. He smirked to himself as his eyes eased shut. The sight of her, as messy and naked as he was, spread out on his newly nastied kitchen floor, was just about worth the trouble he knew the cleaning up would be. She had instigated the whole thing– complaining of being bored, fixing herself a bowl of ice cream, the bright red can of whip-cream in her hand.
He hadn't believed she'd really do it.
And then she hadn't believed that he'd really retaliate. But he had. He'd snatched the can right out of her hand and immediately showered her in the fluffy, white topping.
Things had escalated from there. The fridge, the pantry, and numerous cabinets had been raided, and nothing was off-limits in what soon became a war. She got him, he got her, until eventually it seemed that food was materializing on its own
And they were laughing, and he smiled, pulling a piece of broccoli out of his hair. And he noticed that she had stilled, and was looking at him with an expression that he had never seen on her face before. In that moment, he realized that something between them had changed.
So, in a cheap, rather desperate attempt to keep the new feelings at bay, he kissed her. And, in a flustered, rather desperate attempt to show him just what she was feeling, she kissed him back.
Clothes soon became an impediment.
Seto smirked to himself as he glanced over at Anzu, who looked either dead or asleep. He touched her shoulder gently. "Mazaki–are you stillawake?"
She sighed and opened her eyes. "Yeah."
"We should get up."
"I know."
But neither moved.
"We need to talk about this," he said, unwilling to once again let his feelings fester.
Anzu rolled over towards him and put her head on his shoulder. "Later."
He grunted his consent, suddenly feeling too tired to even speak. He had no objection to later. Because at that moment, he was more than content. He couldn't think of a place he'd rather be than that kitchen floor, basking in the afterglow of an exceptional food fight and the best sex of his life.
He would clean it up eventually. They'd talk eventually. But, just for a few more moments, he'd lethimself indulge. After all, Kaiba Seto was never lazy. But he rather disliked being predictable as well.
Author's Ramble: Here's the third bit! I hope everyone enjoyed it-- don't really know where it came from, and it doesn't really have any deeper meaning. I'm kind of ashamed: the only red thing I could work in was the can of whip-cream. That started the whole thing, though, so I suppose that should count for something. (Right?) I don't know. I was listening to a lot of Nirvana when I wrote this, so blame that.
The last piece didn't go over very well, but a huge THANK YOU to the few people who did review. (I'm trying to catch up on responses. Heh.) Feel free to leave this little bit a comment; I certainly wouldn't object. Til the fourth-- red:envy.