Sevenfold

Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh.
Date: August 9, 2006

Red:Avarice

"Another?"

"Yes." She frowned. He rolled his eyes. "Please."

Anzu smiled triumphantly. "Alright, then. Here you go!" She pulled another fresh, plump grape from its stem. With a barely perceptible flourish, she gently dropped it into his mouth. It had stopped being uncomfortable for her thirteen grapes before– he had dropped all pretense of even trying to avoid her fingers after only three.

He relished the feel of the soft tips of her fingers brushing over his lips– he knew it was seldom an accident, and he suspected that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. There was something sensually provocative about the way she would let her hand linger there for longer than was necessary, her fire-engine red nails cool and hard against his skin.

But he was supposed to be pretending that he didn't want her there.

After his accident, Mokuba had asked Anzu to check in on him every once in a while. Which, in the tongue of Mokuba, meant every damn day.

It had annoyed him at first– but then, everyone had the tendency to annoy him at first, until he developed an immunity to the utter humanity of the person. And, after all, he always said that tolerance was something that had to be earned. He just had very high standards.

"Is your leg still hurting?" she asked suddenly, managing to once again surprise him.

Seto's eyes snapped open. He looked at Anzu, her face colored with concern. She hadn't been hanging out with her friends because of him. She had come over to watch him and pamper him almost every day. She would smile at him, and laugh with him, and when he wasn't being surly and unsociable they had decent, intelligent conversations. In fact, as frightening as it was, Seto actually found himself enjoying her company. On more than one occasion!

Yugi had invited her to a movie that afternoon, he knew. But she had an obligation to take care of him. And he knew she didn't mind; she probably even enjoyed it. Her time had become his time– and he certainly wanted it all.

He winced dramatically and looked down. "It's... Healing. I'm sure it's..." He sat up, seemingly struggling with his nonchalant appearance. "Fine. It feels fine."

Anzu sighed and gently brushed his bangs away from his forehead. "You just have to be so stubborn don't you? It's ok to admit that you're hurting– you don't have to be so tough all the time."

"Damn it, Mazaki," he muttered irritable. "I don't want you babying me."

She smiled. "Well I don't mind at all. And I bet somewhere deep down you enjoy it."

Well... Yes. But Anzu didn't need to know that. There were, actually, many things Anzu didn't know. He liked having her fawn over him: feeding him, reading to him, and the bashful staring was really quite flattering. His leg barely hurt at all, and under any other circumstances he would probably already be walking.

"After all," he thought, "this won't last much longer. The doctors said they can take the cast off tomorrow."

Author's Ramble: Well here we go! Almost as short as I said it was gonna be-- about 517 words. Heh. I know the red was REALLY small in the fic, but, as with many of the other pieces, it was almost like the... spark for the feelings Seto experienced. (By the way, does anyone mind that they're all so Seto-centric? He's just easier for me to write IC.) I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed "Pride"; made me want to go out and write more! School's started, so I don't have much time. (Read: next to none!) That shan't deter me, however, and more shall be up soon.

Oh, and a quick question: does anyone care about how explicit "Lust" is going to be? I assure you it WON'T be more than a mild 'm', but I don't want to go overboard. (It's hard to write! I like emotions-- pure lust isn't nearly as easy to work with. Heh.) So if you have an opinion-- speak up! If not, it'll just be what I deem appropriate.