Taking the chance to quickly change with the towel still on her body, Shizuka slipped the black tank top on and pulled on the shorts before realizing it was men's boxer briefs and quickly taking them off, her cheeks burning.
Seto Kaiba spoke to her through his hands while his head remained hanging, "did you fuck my boyfriend? Because if you did, I will find a way to make you miserable."
She cracked a smile and hastily put on the athletic shorts and tucked the tank top into the waist band, finding that she couldn't stop smiling.
"No. He saved me, really," she answered quietly, setting the damp towel down atop the bag and sitting awkwardly in the spot beside the CEO, trying not to stare too much at his shapely fingers. He really was Seto Kaiba. Those hands were on all the phone boxes she owned…
"Start…talking…" Seto mumbled, and he wondered if he ought to drink. No. Nope.
He was hungover right now…
"They drugged me after dragging me out of my lab at school," she said with a solemn nod, hoping this story would earn her some empathy points with the CEO who seemed keen on hating her. "They drugged me several times because I kept fighting them. I finally managed to pee the drug out just now because I got some water 30 minutes ago. He ordered water for me and vodka for the gross men."
"Gross men," Seto repeated, now interested, and he raised his head to look into her face, seeing hollow shadows of stress clinging underneath her almond eyes which were…very pretty.
"Yeah, Muscles Blondie," she made a buff motion with her arm, "his dummies, 2, 3, and 4. One of them spoke Japanese and he'd only curse at me. It was very satisfying to see him die first."
She nodded and tried not to feel a conflict of emotions, mainly triumph and scorn.
Stunned to the core, Seto stared into her face and wished she could keep talking about it.
Holy shit. Yami had killed someone in front of her!
"How? Tell me all of it, and why did I hear you fucking?! Were you…really being hurt?" Seto asked gruffly, now regretting his earlier rage. "I misunderstood."
"Well, the…man who paid for me?... I think? He died first, actually," she corrected herself and began to recount the events with eerie calmness, and Seto could only sit there and stare, filled with mild envy and wonder.
"After he gave me water at the bar, I thought he was going to abandon me," Shizuka admitted, tucking her hands under her thighs and shrinking up even though it wasn't cold at all. "But he was hiding under the bed, and the man…almost assaulted me, but the moment he stepped off the bed to take his clothes off again, he died from a gunshot wound to the head."
Seto blinked.
What.
This had happened while he'd been throwing up?!
"He got two more in the back of the head, and then…the body was moved to the corner of the room," Shizuka said, her eyes completely glassed over as she spoke. "Then…he laid down beside me—"
"Who is he? So many fucking 'he's!" Seto blinked rapidly, now enraptured. "His name is Yami. Call him that."
"O-Okay, Yami…" Shizuka flushed dark red and turned her head to the side. "Yami laid down beside me, put his gun…here," she twisted around to make a finger gun and tucked it under her armpit, "and told me to make loud ecchi noises. The gun is pointed at the wall behind him, so I'm laying down in front of him, and I took off my top to make it believable."
Seto blinked again. Yes. He'd heard that through the walls, three rooms down!
"So I yelled at the top of my lungs, 'ahhnn' and so on," she flushed pink and pressed the back of her hand to hide a small smile. "He kept saying 'louder, louder,' and I would, 'ahnn ahnn,' until one of the dummies came out of the bathroom—they were waiting in there for us to finish…"
Seto made a disgusted face, and so she continued with vigor.
"And the first shot missed!" She whispered, eyeing the door of the bathroom when the sounds of water running stopped, and Seto mirrored her glance and urged her to continue.
"And?! So?"
"So the guy…touched his ear, shocked that it was bleeding," Shizuka made a motion to touch her ear, "and then he was dead."
"What? How?" Seto cried, wondering if it was really that fast.
"He—Yami, rolled off the bed after kicking me away and put two here," she pointed at her neck, and then made a choking noise and fell back dramatically against the plush seats, "and he laid there, Yami got up to put one more in his face," Shizuka pointed between her eyes, and Seto listened, horrified, "and then he stood up on a chair by the TV, pointing down…" She made the finger gun again, "and killed the first guy walking out of the bathroom by here…" she shakily touched her temple.
"Two times, then again on the ground," she nodded and clasped her hands together. "And then he went into the bathroom to kill the other two. I saw them bled out, one in the bathtub, the other by the sink. He told me not to look, and then when he opened the door to leave…you were in the hallway. Immediately. Then you know the rest."
Speechless with shock, Seto could only gape at her.
She was shaking, her hands trembling violently while she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and bowed her head formally, "thank you for giving me a flight back to Japan. And please believe me when I say I couldn't even fathom doing anything with him. I know he's…your boyfriend."
There.
Hopefully the CEO would take that as a proper apology.
"You wanna know what I was doing the whole time you were doing that?" Seto asked, trying to make her smile because her fear was extremely apparent, it was making him shake too.
"What?" She asked curiously.
"Drunk and throwing up," Seto replied with a shrug. "My check-in and check-out time for that room was 24 minutes. I got a text from our pilot saying we were OK to go in 12. So… Did Yami check his phone at any point? I want to know how fast he did that."
Shizuka blinked and her blood ran cold.
Yami had checked his phone. It was…
"Right around the time I made noises," she said, thinking three minutes had passed. "He looked at his phone once and told me we had a flight in eight minutes. It must have been then."
Damn, Seto nodded and pulled out his phone, noting the time stamps.
"Okay. His time is 5 people in 8 minutes…maybe," Seto said casually, feeling like they were talking about a sport.
"But the first guy died…a few moments earlier, and then he instructed me about what to do, so more like 10 minutes," she supplemented, feeling like they were talking about a casual movie they watched, and they were merely discussing a character's actions.
"I'll give him the 8 minutes. He's the best," Seto replied arrogantly, and Shizuka smiled a real smile for the first time.
"He is!" Shizuka replied passionately, her ears dark pink. "He kept telling me not to look! ...But of course I looked."
"I would too," Seto replied calmly, realizing he felt so much better after talking about it.
This girl knew who Yami really was, and it was freeing…to be able to talk about the person he loved without having to tiptoe around his words.
"He's never told you…? You know what he can do?" Shizuka asked timidly, unsure if it was even safe to talk about it.
Seto threw his head back to let out a barking laugh, eager to gossip about it.
"The text I got was, 'will you be mad if someone died in one of your rooms?'" Seto repeated, pinching his brow. "A couple of mental hospital breakouts invaded my house trying to kill me, and Yami took out the woman first from the roof, one between the eyes, and then did the man in the same way. He might have no soul."
"No. He cares," Shizuka replied seriously, feeling a rush of kinship for the CEO. "He knows who is more dangerous. Right? Otherwise, why would he—"
The bathroom door opened, and she fell silent. Seto also leaned back into his seat, trying not to act too friendly with her.
"I heard laughing," Yami said calmly, pressing the damp towel to his bangs which were still dripping with water. "Nice to not hear fighting. Seto, please wash your hands and change your clothes. I mean it."
Shit, fuck, Seto jumped to his feet and ran to lock himself in the bathroom.
Because after hearing that story, he knew Yami's gloves had a purpose, and it was for killing multiple people in the span of minutes.
Yami pulled out the plush seats to make a flat bed, and laid down in it, trying to reset.
"Please don't disturb me, I don't want to wake up suddenly and accidentally hurt someone," Yami said, eyeing her with a small nod. "When Seto comes out, please tell him to check his phone. Mokuba is okay."
And he raised the covers up and turned over, trying to sleep so he could heal himself. The multiple killings had brought an ugly side back out, and he was trying not to be Atem anymore.
When his eyes closed, he found it extremely easy to fall asleep.
Seto stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, and he realized Yami was asleep when he saw spiky hair sticking out over the edge of the covers.
Shizuka was sitting quietly by the window, her hair tied back in a high ponytail while she was braless wearing Yami's black tank.
It made him feel violated, because if she moved too much, he might accidentally see…more than a side boob. And that was Yami's tank.
He reached up to grab a light sweater from his own bag and tossed it at her, seeing her flush and gratefully put it on, zipping it up all the way to her neck self-consciously.
She inhaled as if she was about to speak, and Seto held his hand up to stop her.
"Don't. It's fine." He didn't want to hear her apologize or say 'thank you' anymore. She'd been through hell, and he was trying to be nice about it.
"No, I—he told me to tell you, 'Mokuba is okay'," Shizuka repeated quietly, giving the sleeping Yami a nod across the way. "That's all. And not to disturb him while he sleeps—"
Seto made a frantic movement to dig his phone out from his pocket, and he almost dropped it with trembling hands when he saw several missed calls and a voice message.
He ignored them all and sank shakily into the seat to dial the police number back, hearing Anzu pick up after the first ring, "heyyy Se—Mr. Kaiba! I take it you heard the good news? Mokuba is—""
He hung up on her and dialed Isono, cursing himself for his stupidity.
Isono picked up after the first ring too, and Mokuba's voice flooded his ears, giving him a wave of sweet, sweet relief.
"Hey big bro! I'm okay," Mokuba said loyally, sounding completely fine. "Did you see how I stabbed a guy in the neck? That was cool, right?"
Stunned, Seto gathered his bearings and whispered, "yeah, we need to talk about that. Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"
"Uhhhh, they tied me up in a smelly old warehouse for like two hours," Mokuba said, sounding completely unfazed. "I knew Yami would do something, and next thing I know, I hear people being beat up. Then I'm in the police station giving a statement, and…I'm back in time for my online quiz tomorrow."
Seto blinked. Okay.
"Anzu told me Yami shut down the whole airport and stuff, so…tell him I said thanks. Where is he?" Mokuba asked happily, and Seto gave the blanket lump a glance.
"Sleeping. He…did something brave."
"Okay. Tell him I love him. And love you too big bro. Fly safe, and enjoy Spain," Mokuba chirped, and Seto gripped the phone so tightly, his fingertips turned white.
"We turned around because we were scared shitless for you. Landing in about …10 hours."
"Okay, I'll be done with my quiz by then," Mokuba replied, sounding like he was eating something. "Oh, Isono wants to..." The phone was handed over.
"Master Kaiba," his manservant said gravely. "Yami mobilized almost all of Japan's criminals instantaneously. The international police are after him, being made aware of his whereabouts…"
Seto blinked and realized… Yami fell asleep before wiping footage. SHIT.
"Okay. Can't talk. See you at home. Don't let them near us," Seto hissed, and he hung up swiftly, standing to grab his laptop and his tablet, another router, a modem, and signal booster, setting up to start clearing evidence. Good thing he had Yami's accomplice sitting right across from him.
He pried his laptop open and wasn't even shocked to see Yami had wiped it completely after using it. Cool.
Even better. Saved him an extra step.
"What time did you guys enter the lounge?" Seto asked Shizuka stiffly, typing fast, and she replied without arguing.
"11 AM. They fed me a light lunch and then sat me at the bar to 'hook men' before a buyer paid," she replied calmly, and Seto swallowed his feelings and steadily hacked into the airport's security feeds, knowing he might be arrested for committing international crimes…if they could catch him, and as he heard Yami say on the phone earlier—they never would be able to.
"Gross. And… I see you," Seto nodded, swiveling the computer around to show her being paraded to the bar in a glittering dress. "I'm going to erase this footage of you. You know why, right?"
Shizuka blinked and shook her head once before nodding. Yes, it was…evidence of dead men.
"Yes or no? Don't do that," Seto snapped, turning the computer back around, ready to start.
"Yes… Oh, get their car!" She added, nodding sharply. "They parked right near a pole where I saw a camera! You can erase that too? Maybe even erase footage of them dragging me through Incheon! Anything where they're with me, right? You might need to obtain the footage from my school, but my brother might have it already."
Seto blinked and drew his breath in sharply. SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.
"Oh no. I'm sorry," Shizuka said frantically, clenching and unclenching her fists over the table they shared. "But you can erase evidence of my leaving the country without a passport!"
"You're the victim! You're not the criminal," Seto repeated, almost wishing he could call a lawyer about this.
"But I will help Yami, because he helped me," she replied with a cold nod. "I was sober enough to remember the gates. Ready?"
Seto let out a huff and palmed his brow. They had…9 and half hours. He could do it.
"Yep. Which airport in Japan?"
"Narita."
Seto's fingers flew over the keys and the router buzzed, and he tensed, asking her to bring him another one from his bag. They were originally for streaming romantic movies when they got to their hotel in Spain, but now they were going to be burned.
She was surprisingly helpful, intelligently arranging all the routers in a sensible order, even taking out sticky notes to help him label them, telling him her gates at Incheon and then her gates when they landed at NYC. The men had fucked up by kidnapping a nursing bio-med student, because Seto secretly realized Shizuka got all the brains.
Jounouchi was a special kind of stupid.
Together, they passed 5 hours in this grueling manner.
A sandwich was shared between them, because neither had an appetite, since they were nearing the end of the footage, and Seto almost threw up his half of the sandwich when he watched a man grab Shizuka's breast before pushing her into the room.
Disgusting pigs.
Thank god it was over then.
He wiped the footage of the hallway and all sign-in traces of himself at the lounge.
All that was left was to…change his flight records.
She handed him a coffee.
He accepted it gratefully and took a sip, appreciating how strong it was because it made his nose sting.
"Holy…" he coughed lightly, and she gave him a smirk.
"This is our 'special A+' coffee mix," she said, winking prettily and sipping her own mug with the silver KC emblem. "Used this to study through all my exams. You had all the sugar and salt over there I needed to make it for us. How much longer?"
"Altering flight records like a real criminal…and then, you need to lie," he said nervously, giving her a nod, but thinking she probably could pull it off. "And say you never left the country and…the kidnapping was a prank or something. I'll say I pranked you."
"Oh yeah, Joey will reeeeally believe that," she said with a laugh, and Seto cracked a smile.
"We were…keeping our friendship a …secret? ... And to celebrate your…passing of that exam?" Seto raised his eyebrows, seeing her nod, encouraging the story. "You asked me to stage a…fun kidnapping—"
She let out a laugh and almost spilled her coffee.
Yami sat up slowly and gave them a sleepy look before turning over to close his eyes again.
"Sorry…! Go back to sleep! We're fine!" She whispered, and Seto felt a rush of odd kinship towards her.
"Okay, how about this," she squared her shoulders back and gripped her coffee mug. "We can't lie about the school footage. It's obvious I was assaulted. But…maybe we can say…I fought them? And your bodyguards helped me out of it…somehow. They saw me in a car window screaming and I've been 'asleep' at your place the whole time, which would explain why I was unable to be contacted."
"Okay, I can pay any one of them to say that. Good plan. Thank fuck you have a brain," Seto declared, and he downed the rest of his coffee in a few gulps, hearing her giggle again.
She looked grave just as fast and said, "they took all my stuff though. My backpack, my phone, it's somewhere with them."
Seto felt his blood run cold, and he replied easily, "your stuff was stolen by them. Your phone being there doesn't meanyou were there. Yeah?"
"Okay," she let her breath out slowly, looking relieved. "Now all that's left is…to be real friends. Can we do that?"
"Are you shitting me?" Seto cried, feeling himself sweat again when she gave him a kind smile. "We sat here for…6 hours now, committing crimes—How are we not obligatorily somewhat friends now based on this alone?!"
She smiled and toasted her empty mug at him. "Okay how long have we been secretly 'somewhat friends'? If anyone asks, which Anzu will. You know she will."
"…A year?" Seto winced, and she grimaced.
"6 months…?" She offered and Seto grimaced.
"Fuck," Seto rolled his eyes. "Okay, tell me everything about you in 10 seconds. I know you hate orange flavored hard candy and American roast beef flavor."
"And that I'm a student," she added sarcastically, and Seto gave her another eye roll.
"Really. I guess you don't know I own a tech company then."
She let out another bright laugh, and Seto felt himself relax the more he saw her smile.
They sat together in pleasant silence.
"Wanna watch a movie, or put something on? Or should we sleep?" She asked curiously, almost a bit bored after they had that heart-racing, high-stakes hacking session where they retraced all her steps.
"I can't sleep. You fed me this…cocaine concoction," Seto lifted his empty mug, his head buzzing with a wonderful caffeine high. "I might use this to fix my fucked up sleep schedule."
She laughed wonderfully again and grinned. "It's good right? I'll write it down for you. Paper."
Seto handed her his phone instead, so she opened a note and tapped the recipe measurements in, and then handed it back.
"How am I not dead?" Seto asked, eyeing the measurements of sugar and salt. "Inject this in me."
"Seto Kaiba! You're terrible!" She cried, swatting her hand across her face. "So, movie?"
"Yeah, let's clean this shit up," Seto nodded at the stacks of routers and tablets on the table.
They moved silently to unplug all the devices, keeping Seto's laptop on the table while they stacked the tech back into another suitcase.
Shizuka spied a toiletries bag and lumpy bottles inside that looked like nail polish.
"What's that?" She asked cutely, pointing at the black bag.
"Manicure stuff, want it?" Seto replied with a half-shrug, already taking it out. "I do."
"Want? More like, need," she gave him a bright smile again. "Tell me how you guys met. I love love stories."
Seto let out a huff and set the bag back down on the table, rolling out the tiny towel that came with the pouch and seeing her snatch up a bottle of light blue lacquer, her eyes gleaming.
"Ooo my gosh this matches your eyes!" She gushed, and she set it aside. "Mine."
"That's what he said… But I'll never wear it in a professional setting," Seto said with a regrettable air, wondering how many ways he would be beheaded if he showed up with blue nail polish in the boardroom.
"But it's yourvacation, and anniversary," she rolled her eyes and reached across the table to grab his hands, suddenly breaking the distance that had been between them since the start of their hacking session. "How about you show him when he wakes up? He'll love it."
Seto swallowed thinly and tried not to nod, but he found himself agreeing.
Anything to make Yami…not-robotic anymore.
"I know. I'll do a little tiny tiiiny nail art, it'll be really subtle. Trust me," Shizuka declared, grabbing the nail buffer and starting with his thumb. "Story time please."
Cute, Seto wondered if it would be like this if Mokuba was a girl.
He leaned into telling her about the gala where Yami approached him, and she gasped in all the right places, flushing happily when he shared details about the kiss, and she pressed him for more details about their first vacation, making him remember some laughs he shared with Yami that he missed, and a rush of affection for the spiky-haired man came forth with every recollection. He chanced a glance over at Yami to see if he was awake.
He wasn't.
But the hand trapped in Shizuka's grip was looking good.
She'd expertly rounded his nails out and had given them a nice shine with clear polish, and then dotted a small, pale blue flower on the corner of his forefinger.
It was…cute, and dare he say, tasteful?
Subtle enough to wear on his days off and then wipe it clean by Monday.
"How did you do that?" he asked enviously, and she patiently showed him how she used the back of a toothpick to make a flower with 5 dots.
Completely ecstatic, he itched to try it on Yami, knowing Yami went wild for this shit, but he personally never cared, so he used her hands to do it, and she taught him how to make several types of dotted flowers with the toothpick.
Mild turbulence messed him up a bit, but she laughed it off and kept it.
Yami woke up slowly and trudged to the bathroom, shutting himself inside.
Seto and Shizuka sat silently together while their nails dried, neither saying anything.
"Do you think we disturbed him?" She whispered, and Seto shrugged nervously.
"He's really sweet, but like I said," he lowered his voice. "I'm not sure if he's 'off' yet. You know?" Because he'd told her about the wine glass incident where Yami almost tried to kill him in the middle of the night when he asked for sex.
She nodded understandingly and said therapy ought to help.
But this incident might have undone all that therapy, and they both silently agreed.
Yami came walking back to sit down across from them, his nose stinging from the scent of lacquer, and he noticed Shizuka looked bright-eyed and…healthy. The drug had left her, and she was acting very much relaxed.
"I need a laptop," Yami said seriously, readying himself for the arduous task of erasing everything, the way he usually did.
"Why?" Seto asked, narrowing his eyes. "It's playing a movie and you're on vacation. It can wait."
Yami grit his teeth and growled, "no one is watching this movie. I need to…do something with it."
"If it's not to watch a porn, you can't have it," Seto replied flatly, and Shizuka turned pink.
Yami took a deep breath and tried again, "I need to erase…evidence. Please give it to me."
There was a lukewarm silence that made Yami question why everyone was once again acting strange. Seto ought to scramble with panic. That footage was incriminating!
"We erased it," Shizuka said slowly, wiggling her fingers to show off a beautiful array of dotted flowers. "It took us 5-ish hours, maybe 6. We took a break to eat and stuff. Now we're doing nails. Wanna? Seto did these flowers—ooo, Seto show him yours!"
Kaiba slapped his hand on the edge of the table and splayed his fingers apart proudly, pointing at the tiny, dotted flower on the forefinger.
Yami's expression was muted, and he kept blinking at it, almost as if he was trying to smile.
"It's cute…right? And…listen to our story for Anzu," Shizuka said nervously, and seeing Seto join in with an anxious nod.
"Head of Other People's Business is going to ask how Shizuka disappeared for like 37 fucking hours, completely unreachable," Seto ranted, his panic coming back in a rush, and a warm hand landed on his wrist, calming him down briefly, so he spared her a dry smile. "We came up with a not-so-clever story of…we're secretly really friends, and the assault did happen on school grounds—we couldn't erase that footage, but my men saw her in a car and helped her out. She slept the 'drugs' off at my place under supervision, and when we land, that's when she 'wakes up'. Good, right? ...Yami? … Are you fine with it? Please say something."
Yami palmed his head, trying to stave off a strange exhaustion headache.
"Flight records," he struggled to make himself think, but he was still somehow exhausted. This must be the whiplash the therapist talked about….
"Already changed," Seto said calmly.
"I remembered all my gates and we went through every airport's footage, even the parking lots," Shizuka explained loyally, admiring her nails again. "Let's take a cute photo for Insta as proof I hung out with you all day. Can we?"
"Yes," Seto said instantly. Digital trail. Good.
He could spoof the photo data to show they had done these nails 'yesterday'.
She was really fucking smart.
Yami stared as he watched Seto reach across the table to grab his phone that had been by her lap, and they sat shoulder-to-shoulder, nose in the phone, trying to find a good angle.
He couldn't stop staring, watching them rib each other playfully.
"Left more…" Seto's swirl of hair brown was visible as he kept his head down.
"No, there's an ugly shadow there." Shizuka elbowed him aside to move him over.
"Well, it's showing the plane's arm rest." Seto growled.
"Use a blanket to cover it." She replied with a shrug.
"Okay good idea… Take another one. My thumb moved." Seto demanded.
"…That one was bad. My pinky is cut off—hold it straight, you idiot!" Shizuka cried, grabbing the phone back from him to take one herself.
"You know that's not possible for gay people—" Seto cracked a callous joke.
"Shut up! Just take another one!" Shizuka grazed over it, obsessed with taking a good photo.
"My hand is shaking from that coffee drink…" Seto was bored, wiggling his fingers under the lens while she hissed at him to stop moving again.
Yami blinked and slowly felt the numbness fading away from his legs, arms, and chest.
An odd warmth was tingling.
Something had changed when he fell asleep.
They were being extremely comfortable with each other, and Shizuka was wearing one of Seto's favorite heat-tech sweaters for warmth. It was odd to see.
"Oh fuck, finally," Seto groaned, seeing her take a good one and lean back with a satisfied smile and begin to edit it. "Just post it as-is. You're so damn picky."
"This light is gross for our skin," she pointed up at all the yellow LED lights. "It's super orange! You like that? Oh, Mokuba says… 'good morning, Seto...and Yami love you'."
She handed the phone back and Seto picked it up to type a reply and inched his phone back across the table for her to continue editing the photo.
Yami could not stop staring.
His chest was bursting with an odd feeling, and he carefully searched it, realizing he was no longer feeling numb, and it was a sense of…aching relief.
Seto and Shizuka had teamed up to help him. It was so touching.
This was why people worked in teams and never solo.
He understood now. They all held a silent bond of trust, and almost unable to believe it, Yami had to ask one more time, just to make sure, "hallway footage—?"
"From every lounge, every café, every stop, in every country," Seto replied, leaning his head back onto the headrest with his eyes closed and hearing Shizuka add, "and parking lots! Mokuba says… 'Can we go carting? If I get an A on this quiz.' Go, carting where?" She tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Go-karting," Seto corrected, and she brightened up instantly.
"What?! I wanna go!" She cried, pushing the phone back across the table to press her hands together to beg. "Please take me too! Please, please! I get A's all the time!"
Seto pressed a finger to his ear, thinking she wasn't too different from Mokuba after all. "We'll figure out the details and I'll text it to you."
Yami finally pulled himself out of his emotionless stupor and rested his hand on the table, wiggling his fingers against the surface.
"May I also have some of those flowers?" He asked quietly, and both Seto and Shizuka turned to him with faces glowing so brightly, he was nearly blinded by all the smiles.
"What color? I'll do the blue!" Shizuka cried, already diving for the toothpick that was stained with blue polish.
"I'll do the base," Seto said enthusiastically, grabbing Yami's hand, eager to touch him again. "We land in 2 hours. That's more than enough time."
Unable to believe his own luck, Yami settled back into the comforter to let them pamper him and couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to deserve such amazing friends.
Author's note:
kaiba: if anyone sees me with painted nails i will DIE
kaiba: anyway #girlsnight #blueismycolour
(tysm ray – my beta reader for all my depravity – you are my light)