"Sevenfold" Red: Gluttony.
Series: Sevenfold
Color: Red
Sin: Gluttony
Chapter Title: Good Nutrition (2/49)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1233
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Red:Gluttony
She looked down, the cheerful red of the plate mocking her with its emptiness. That was the third time she had seen the plate; she had eaten her way through three full meals already and was seriously considering going back for a fourth. She sighed and looked longingly towards the buffet. Yes, another plateful sounded great- exactly what she needed. And... surely it couldn’t hurt. Right?
So with only a slight twinge of guilt, she took her plate, stood up, and determinedly walked over towards the rows of food only a few yards away. She picked through the pots and trays and all the different dishes, hardly even caring what she loaded onto her plate. Actually hardly was far too lenient- she didn’t care at all. What she wanted was to eat, and she was going to eat, and eat and eat and eat, until her petite body was as round as a bright rubber ball and she would have to ask the manager of that fine dining establishment to roll her out onto the sidewalk.
Anzu sighed when she noticed that she could not put any more on her poor, overloaded plate unless she intended to start licking her it up off the floor. So, feeling an emotion that she couldn’t- or didn’t want to- name bubbling in her gut, she carried her prize back over to her small, two-seat table.
It surprised the hell out of her to see someone else sitting there.
She sat down. “Kaiba,” she said bluntly. “It’s you. What are you doing here?”
He smirked nastily. “Watching you consume twice your body weight.”
She frowned, not at all up to arguing with him. “How nice. Why don’t you leave me alone and let me finish and all see if I can’t up that once more to three times my body weight.” She took a big, conspicuous bite hoping that he’d get the message and leave.
If he did, he ignored it.
Anzu scowled. “What are you still doing here, hmm? If you’re going to insult me do it now- I don’t want you ruining my appetite.”
“This is a restaurant, Mazaki, and I have every right to be here. Perhaps I’m hungry, as well.”
Anzu snorted. “I didn’t think robots needed to eat.”
Kaiba snatched her plate away from her and took a bite of the steamed peas she had loaded on there. She watched dumbly as he chewed and swallowed. “Last I heard- they don’t.”
She scowled, anger rising, and decided that if she hadn’t liked him before, then now she absolutely loathed him.
He seemed to take her look of intense hatred as a longing for “friendly” conversation. So he crossed his legs- a too-feminine gesture that Anzu couldn’t help but feel cruelly amused by- and continued to eat all of the wonderful food she had been so looking forward to consuming.
“Now,” he said, wiping his lips daintily with the scratchy paper napkin each place setting provided. “You’re going to tell me why...” He glared as he saw her surreptitiously reaching across the table to retrieve her plate. She smiled sheepishly before wilting under his glowering stare. Clearing his throat, he continued. “You are going to tell me why you are here, at this-” He glanced around in obvious distaste. “-exemplary dining establishment, preparing to eat your way through enough food to feed a small country.”
Anzu looked down, not at all happy about the interrogation. “What business is it of yours what I do? If I’m hungry- and I am quite hungry- why shouldn’t I be allowed to sate my appetite?”
He took another bite. She was filled with regret that it was going to his stomach instead of hers.
“Why are you eating so much?”
A bit miffed that he had totally ignored her explanation, Anzu looked up at him with a fearsome glow in her eyes. “I told you already, you-“
“And I thought I made it clear that I didn’t believe you.” He continued eating, clearly ignoring her death stare. “So what’s the matter? You’re obviously eating to ease some sort of pain you’ve experienced recently.” He looked up at her in dark humor. “Finally realized your three little friends are complete and utter fools, unworthy even of oxygen?”
To his surprise, she didn’t take the bait. “No,” she said softly, “I...” She looked down, an expression of hurt painted on her face. “I didn’t make the cut- try-outs for the school’s dance team were a few weeks ago, and the results were posted today after school.” Her voice was soft. “I didn’t get in.”
Kaiba rolled his eyes. “And you think food will solve your problems? Admittedly, you may feel better for a short time, but as soon as the stomach-ache sets in, you’ll be right back at square one.” When she didn’t respond, he cleared his throat and continued. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, I don’t like you. But I’ve seen you dance, and I’m not one to deny talent.”
‘Save Yugi’s,’ she added to herself bitterly.
His voice was soft for his next question. “Why didn’t you make it?”
Anzu rolled her eyes and snorted in cynical laughter at the irony of it all. “It would have been so much better if I had made a mistake- at least then I’d feel that the rejection was justified. But apparently they don’t care how good you are; all they cared about was how provocatively you could shake your body around.” She sighed remorsefully. “I chose to do something a little more tasteful- and, as I suppose I should have guessed, it’s gotten me where it usually does. Right on top of the rejects pile.”
Kaiba didn’t say anything else, and she watched silently as he finished off her large plateful of food. The abominably cheerful red of the plate was showing again, stained with the remnants of the meal. He, apparently, didn’t all but lick it clean as she did.
With an elegance that was rarely rivaled, he stood up. “Well, Mazaki, I’ve really got to be going. As charming as your company is, I think I’ve spent enough time with you to last me two lifetimes.”
For a moment, he lingered there, standing by the table, his eyes locked with hers. She didn’t know what he was trying to convey with that expression- something so fleeting that before she even properly knew it was there, it had passed.
He cleared his throat for the second time since he had joined her. She vaguely wondered if it was because he was nervous, or just out of... habit or something. “Goodbye, Mazaki,” he said, his voice holding no venom. As though expecting a response, he stayed standing there a half-second longer. But she didn’t say a word. So he left, long legs crossing towards the exit in a brisk, graceful walk.
“Goodbye,” she whispered to the air, confused as anything. That conversation had been one of the significantly stranger in her life. Watching him leave, she wondered if he had been genuinely interested, or just trying to find out her weakness to use it against her. It was entirely out of her realm of comprehension that he might possibly have been worried.
But, with a start, she realized that she was ready to leave as well. And she wasn’t even the least bit hungry anymore.
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Color: Red
Sin: Gluttony
Chapter Title: Good Nutrition (2/49)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1233
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Red:Gluttony
She looked down, the cheerful red of the plate mocking her with its emptiness. That was the third time she had seen the plate; she had eaten her way through three full meals already and was seriously considering going back for a fourth. She sighed and looked longingly towards the buffet. Yes, another plateful sounded great- exactly what she needed. And... surely it couldn’t hurt. Right?
So with only a slight twinge of guilt, she took her plate, stood up, and determinedly walked over towards the rows of food only a few yards away. She picked through the pots and trays and all the different dishes, hardly even caring what she loaded onto her plate. Actually hardly was far too lenient- she didn’t care at all. What she wanted was to eat, and she was going to eat, and eat and eat and eat, until her petite body was as round as a bright rubber ball and she would have to ask the manager of that fine dining establishment to roll her out onto the sidewalk.
Anzu sighed when she noticed that she could not put any more on her poor, overloaded plate unless she intended to start licking her it up off the floor. So, feeling an emotion that she couldn’t- or didn’t want to- name bubbling in her gut, she carried her prize back over to her small, two-seat table.
It surprised the hell out of her to see someone else sitting there.
She sat down. “Kaiba,” she said bluntly. “It’s you. What are you doing here?”
He smirked nastily. “Watching you consume twice your body weight.”
She frowned, not at all up to arguing with him. “How nice. Why don’t you leave me alone and let me finish and all see if I can’t up that once more to three times my body weight.” She took a big, conspicuous bite hoping that he’d get the message and leave.
If he did, he ignored it.
Anzu scowled. “What are you still doing here, hmm? If you’re going to insult me do it now- I don’t want you ruining my appetite.”
“This is a restaurant, Mazaki, and I have every right to be here. Perhaps I’m hungry, as well.”
Anzu snorted. “I didn’t think robots needed to eat.”
Kaiba snatched her plate away from her and took a bite of the steamed peas she had loaded on there. She watched dumbly as he chewed and swallowed. “Last I heard- they don’t.”
She scowled, anger rising, and decided that if she hadn’t liked him before, then now she absolutely loathed him.
He seemed to take her look of intense hatred as a longing for “friendly” conversation. So he crossed his legs- a too-feminine gesture that Anzu couldn’t help but feel cruelly amused by- and continued to eat all of the wonderful food she had been so looking forward to consuming.
“Now,” he said, wiping his lips daintily with the scratchy paper napkin each place setting provided. “You’re going to tell me why...” He glared as he saw her surreptitiously reaching across the table to retrieve her plate. She smiled sheepishly before wilting under his glowering stare. Clearing his throat, he continued. “You are going to tell me why you are here, at this-” He glanced around in obvious distaste. “-exemplary dining establishment, preparing to eat your way through enough food to feed a small country.”
Anzu looked down, not at all happy about the interrogation. “What business is it of yours what I do? If I’m hungry- and I am quite hungry- why shouldn’t I be allowed to sate my appetite?”
He took another bite. She was filled with regret that it was going to his stomach instead of hers.
“Why are you eating so much?”
A bit miffed that he had totally ignored her explanation, Anzu looked up at him with a fearsome glow in her eyes. “I told you already, you-“
“And I thought I made it clear that I didn’t believe you.” He continued eating, clearly ignoring her death stare. “So what’s the matter? You’re obviously eating to ease some sort of pain you’ve experienced recently.” He looked up at her in dark humor. “Finally realized your three little friends are complete and utter fools, unworthy even of oxygen?”
To his surprise, she didn’t take the bait. “No,” she said softly, “I...” She looked down, an expression of hurt painted on her face. “I didn’t make the cut- try-outs for the school’s dance team were a few weeks ago, and the results were posted today after school.” Her voice was soft. “I didn’t get in.”
Kaiba rolled his eyes. “And you think food will solve your problems? Admittedly, you may feel better for a short time, but as soon as the stomach-ache sets in, you’ll be right back at square one.” When she didn’t respond, he cleared his throat and continued. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, I don’t like you. But I’ve seen you dance, and I’m not one to deny talent.”
‘Save Yugi’s,’ she added to herself bitterly.
His voice was soft for his next question. “Why didn’t you make it?”
Anzu rolled her eyes and snorted in cynical laughter at the irony of it all. “It would have been so much better if I had made a mistake- at least then I’d feel that the rejection was justified. But apparently they don’t care how good you are; all they cared about was how provocatively you could shake your body around.” She sighed remorsefully. “I chose to do something a little more tasteful- and, as I suppose I should have guessed, it’s gotten me where it usually does. Right on top of the rejects pile.”
Kaiba didn’t say anything else, and she watched silently as he finished off her large plateful of food. The abominably cheerful red of the plate was showing again, stained with the remnants of the meal. He, apparently, didn’t all but lick it clean as she did.
With an elegance that was rarely rivaled, he stood up. “Well, Mazaki, I’ve really got to be going. As charming as your company is, I think I’ve spent enough time with you to last me two lifetimes.”
For a moment, he lingered there, standing by the table, his eyes locked with hers. She didn’t know what he was trying to convey with that expression- something so fleeting that before she even properly knew it was there, it had passed.
He cleared his throat for the second time since he had joined her. She vaguely wondered if it was because he was nervous, or just out of... habit or something. “Goodbye, Mazaki,” he said, his voice holding no venom. As though expecting a response, he stayed standing there a half-second longer. But she didn’t say a word. So he left, long legs crossing towards the exit in a brisk, graceful walk.
“Goodbye,” she whispered to the air, confused as anything. That conversation had been one of the significantly stranger in her life. Watching him leave, she wondered if he had been genuinely interested, or just trying to find out her weakness to use it against her. It was entirely out of her realm of comprehension that he might possibly have been worried.
But, with a start, she realized that she was ready to leave as well. And she wasn’t even the least bit hungry anymore.
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