Title: The Small Things

Pairing: SetoxKisara/Blueshipping

Season Seven. Round Five.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

"Seto, this is Kisara. Come on, don't be shy, say hello."

"…hello."

"Hi."

"Alright, Seto, I'm going to leave for a bit, show Kisara the gardens if you like."

"Fine."

His caretaker walked away into the crowd of business consultants of his step-father's, and Seto scowled. Just great, now he had to spend his night with this girl of all people since Mokuba was sick.

"I'll show you the gardens," he restated, not waiting for Kisara to acknowledge him as he turned around.

Walking through the crowd of noisy people with drinks, Seto checked over his shoulder every now and then to see if Kisara was following him - which she was, keeping quiet the whole time as they sidled through dozens of people.

When they reached glass doors that led outside, Seto opened one, being polite and letting Kisara go through first, then following, glad for the contrast in noise.

Out here was peaceful, quiet and the aroma of dozens upon dozens of different kinds of flowers consumed the area. Small covered lights lit up the space, and Seto hmphed.

"It's so pretty here…you're so lucky," Kisara spoke softly, the soft lights creating an even softer image of her with her pale skin, light blue hair and pale pink dress. She moved to look at another patch of purple flowers.

Blue eyes rolled. "Not really," Seto remarked, crossing his arms. She would never know how unbearable it was to live here.

Thankfully, the girl didn't notice his comment and treaded the many paths with Seto following behind her. She took in all of the different scents and statues for about half an hour before she turned to face the blue eyed boy.

"You're twelve, right?" she asked curiously, a small smile on her lips.

Seto nodded. "And you're…?"

"Eleven." Kisara giggled, puzzling Seto for a moment before he realized that she had picked a heavy blue shaded flower. She held it out for him to take.

"No," Seto said, shaking his head. He would not take the flower; he would not become attached to her, no matter how pretty she was.

Kisara tilted her head, the small smile still on her face. "Why not?"

"I don't like flowers," the boy replied instantly, creating a defensive stance.

She took a step closer. "But it matches your eyes, Seto."

Seto didn't respond to that, he only glared at her, keeping his arms crossed.

But that wouldn't stop Kisara. She took another step forward and boldly moved his arm so she could get to the pocket the tuxedo offered and gently placed the flower into it. She stood back and admired him, making Seto feel a little uncomfortable.

"That's better," Kisara giggled, her own blue eyes shining.

Seto stared at the blossom, his eyes softening. Did it make him look better? He would never know. But despite the fact that he wanted to take the flower out of his pocket so that his step-father wouldn't see it, Seto didn't touch it.

Instead, he took his own steps forward, going past the girl with the light blue hair and glowing blue eyes as he picked out a pink blossom that matched her dress. She had turned around to investigate what he was doing, and giggled even more when she realized he had picked a flower too.

Without much expression on his face, Seto came closer to Kisara and tentatively moved her hair behind her right ear. He then took the green stem and laced it behind the same ear, letting only the pink petals show against her skin and hair.

Moving back, he took her in as she had done before to him. When he saw her effectively blush after a few moments of silence, only then did he let a small smile grace his own face.

"Much better."