Sevenfold

Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh.
Date: October 15, 2006
Warning: rated 'T' for language

Yellow: Envy

"I just don't understand how he did it."

The other boys nodded, all in total agreement.

"The guy's a geek!"

"A total loser."

"A guy like him just doesn't belong with a girl like her."

Once again, the others nodded.

Their leader, a popular baseball star named Takeshi, took a sip of sweet, cold lemonade that the chaperones had provided. He sighed. "What does she see in him anyway?"

Another of the guys, Shenji, immediately took up his friend's sentiments. "There's nothing to see! Maybe he's paying her. Bastard's rich enough, that's for sure."

"Yeah," they all chorused.

For a moment they were all silent, pondering the incomprehensible relationship of Kaiba Seto and Mazaki Anzu.

The two had started dating approximately three months earlier, even though Kaiba was notoriously anti-social, Anzu was notoriously anti-relationship and the entire school was completely against the idea of those two being a couple. High school romance was indeed synonymous with drama. Of course, no one had been more opposed than the trio of boys Anzu always hung around. Jounouchi in particular was quite vocal; he never hesitated to express his immense distaste, and his hate for Kaiba was, as hate went, surprisingly renowned.

"You know," Takeshi said, "maybe... Maybe there's a reason Anzu-san never dated before. Maybe there's... something wrong with her. Kaiba could be that desperate, you know."

"Or else she's that desperate."

The others snickered.

"Well, he's not ugly, you know. I mean... Girls are weird, you know? I've heard that some of them think he's... well hot."

"Hot?" Takeshi seemed scandalized. "Kaiba? Hot? I shudder at the thought. He's... He's... Well he sure as hell isn't hot, whatever he is."

"Yeah," the smallest boy, whose name was Sado, chirped. He had been crushing on Anzu the entire year, and was the most disappointed when she had announced that she was "involved with Seto-kun now!" and very unavailable. "He's a total geek– on his computer all day. He probably can't stand being in all this sunlight; I bet it's hurting that puny body of his."

"That's the question, though, isn't it?" Tohru remarked wisely, laying back in the grass. "Is he puny? He always skips gym class, so we never see him changing or playing or anything."

"Like we would want to," Sado said with a pout.

Takeshi chuckled at his friend. "That's a possibility, I guess. What is under that tightly buttoned uniform: geek or god? He is pretty skinny– not much room for muscle there. And yet he's so damn popular! What do the girls see in him? Is it the money?"

"He is pretty attractive, like I said," Tohru told them. "My sister's in his fan club, and–"

"Oh God," Sado said, falling back at the sheer absurdity of it all. "He has a fan club? Just kill me– kill me now."

Tohru laughed. "Calm down there. I was going to say that the money's probably part of it. And the fact that he's a genius. And owner of his own company. Girls love a man with power."

"But he's so arrogant! I can't stand being around him, no matter how much his superficial qualities might recommend him. Are girls so stupid that they can't see past that?"

Takeshi nodded sagely. "The female sex is odd, indeed. Take it from a veteran of their charms."

Sado snorted. "You're so full of it, Takeshi. We all know you're still a virgin."

"Hey!" Takeshi hit him in the shoulder, hard. "Shut the hell up before I decide not to be so nice. I'm not going to take anything from the guy who can't even talk to a girl without pissing himself."

"Ass," Sado said, embarrassed. "And that's not even true."

"You guys are the losers," Shenji said. "Why are you discussing Kaiba, anyway? What's it matter? He's Mazaki's problem now."

"Well..." Sado pondered that for a moment. "He's still a geek."

"Yeah." Tohru grinned. "He probably has his name sewed in his underwear."

Takeshi grinned. "Let's not be mean. But he is pretty obsessed with that Duel Monsters game. Too bad those cards are the only friends he has."

"Yeah, and I bet he cries when Mutou beats him."

"Hell yes, he does. He's such a dork."

"He probably sleeps with a nightlight."

"And some sorry little teddy-bear or something."

"No, that's not Kaiba, Sado, that's you."

"Shut up! You're an asshole, you know that?"

"That's not what your mom said."

"The hell! You leave my mother out of this, you stupid bastard, or I'll–"

"Guys!" Takeshi said finally, sick of the arguing. "It doesn't matter! Let's just forget about Kaiba and–"

"Forget about Kaiba? What about Kaiba?"

They turned to see the person who had spoken and came face to face with Kaiba Seto himself. Sado gulped and scooted behind Shenji. He looked faintly annoyed, wearing his usual cold, angry expression. For once, he seemed to be wearing normal clothes– a tight black sleeveless top and jeans. The boys were dismayed to find that if his arms were anything to judge by he seemed to be in better shape than they thought– in much better shape.

"I'm going to pretend you weren't talking about me and instead continue to ignore your pathetic existence." He paused a moment to see their reaction. "But Anzu wants lemonade. Where is it?"

Tohru, who could never pass up an opportunity to inform, pointed towards their left. "Arisawa-sensei has it. She's passing it out to those who want some. Better hurry before it's gone."

Kaiba grunted. "Right. And don't let me catch you talking about me again or I'll have to kick your sorry asses. That would be an inconvenience, and I really don't want to have to see you cry." He gave Sado an especially withering glare. "Anzu's mine, you pathetic little swine. If I catch you looking at her one more time like you want to undress her..." For the first time since they had meet him, they saw Kaiba Seto smile. "Then I'll kill you. Have a nice day, ass wipe."

He walked away, and they watched as he got two glasses of lemonade and headed back towards where he and Anzu had been sitting. He smirked in their general direction and they– Sado particularly– were incensed to see him give her a very affectionate greeting.

"What was that for?" Anzu asked as her boyfriend finally pulled away. "Not that I mind, of course, but I know how you feel about public displays of affection."

Seto shrugged as he handed her the glass of lemonade. "No reason. Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have you?"

Anzu laughed. "You lucky to have me? I'd say it's the other way around! All the girls say they wish that they were me, and that they could have gotten your attention before I did. They're really jealous."

Seto chuckled to himself. "They're not the only ones." He kissed her again, feeling a sense of male pride to have such a beautiful– and very desirable– girl in his arms. It wasn't as though it was a foreign sensation, but once again it felt damn good to be the most envied man around.

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Author's Ramble: There we go! I hope everyone enjoyed it. I REALLY hope that I accurately portrayed the guys. I'm a girl (as if that wasn't obvious), so I always get a little nervous when I write mostly males. However, I doubt that I even accurately portray my own sex, so I'm not too worried about it. Didn't detract from the fic, though, right? Heh. I'm not sure you can expect the rapid pace of updates to continue, but I do post almost as soon as I write them. (I did go back and edit this one a little!) Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last two bits (esp. Azurite, who inadvertently gave me the idea for this one), and THANK YOU in advance to anyone who reviews this one. (Notice I don't beg. I can look REALLY, REALLY sad (hint hint hint), but I don't beg! Heh.) Azureshipping forever! Hee hee hee.