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Yugioh "Sevenfold" - bit 22, Green:Envy
Seto/Anzu
Mokuba was in the middle of his favorite game when the doorbell rang. He sighed raggedly and put the game on pause. "Hold on," he called, racing towards the door. "I’m coming; I’m coming."
He yanked the door open and, just as he had expected, saw Anzu smiling behind it. "Hello Mokuba," she said warmly.
He grinned. "Oh, hey. Hey, Anzu, good to see you. Come on in."
She smiled politely and thanked him quietly as she stepped inside.
"Seto’s not ready," Mokuba told her, remembering that his brother had mentioned that he and Anzu were scheduled for a date. "But it won’t take him much longer. Come on, let’s wait in the living room. I haven’t seen you in... Must be a month, at least! Seto keeps you all to himself."
Anzu laughed. "I suppose we are pretty busy," she said as they walked. "Maybe you and I should make plans soon; I’d like to spend some time with you, too."
Mokuba grinned broadly as he flopped down on their beautiful, forest-green leather sofa in the "guest"-sitting room. "Sounds great!"
Anzu sat down beside him - in a much more dignified manner. "Good."
Not wanting the conversation into fall into awkward silence, Mokuba cleared his throat. "So... What are you and Seto going to be doing?" He surveyed her choice of attire. "You’re looking pretty smokin’ in that little black dress. Going to paint the town red?"
Anzu laughed, almost snorting in her attempts to smother it. "No, no - nothing like that. But... ‘smoking’. Mokuba, you’re a funny kid; you really are." She grinned. "He made reservations at my favorite restaurant, so we’re going out to eat." She laughed again, but the tone was less happy and more self-deprecating. "At least that’s what I think we’re doing. He’s so impossible to figure out sometimes! I had to practically drag that out of him."
Mokuba shook his head, fingers dancing across the couch cushion absently. Seto had been worrying over the date for days - it wasn’t just going to be a normal dinner. Not if Seto had the balls to give Anzu that ten-thousand plus ring he had bought about a week before.
"Yeah, he’s... He’s a tough nut to crack." Mokuba looked up at Anzu and grinned. "But he obviously cares. I mean, a restaurant you actually like? Next he’ll be building you a shrine." He winked. "With a prevalent blue-eyes theme, course."
Anzu giggled in return. "Of course."
"And, yeah, he might be impossible to figure out, but I think you’re doing a good job. I mean, you’ve got the degrees of scowl down pat. And your interpretation of stare intensity!" He clapped jokingly. "Fabulous, my dear. Brava."
Anzu rolled her eyes, but grinned right back at her boyfriend’s younger brother. "Oh, Mokuba." She chuckled once more. "I suppose you’re right. But... I really envy you, sometimes. You get to see a side of him that I can only ever hope for glimpses of. You know him so well; you really understand him." She looked down. "I wish I had that sort of intimate knowledge."
Not really knowing how to respond, Mokuba looked down, suddenly finding the rich, green leather more interesting than ever before. "Oh no, trust me - your knowledge of him is much more intimate than mine."
Anzu snorted and knocked him playfully on the shoulder. "That’s not what I meant and you know it."
She kept chuckling a few moments longer, but Mokuba’s humor was gone. She wasn’t the only one with a bad case of envy; but his brother was not the one he wanted intimate knowledge of.
Suddenly, as though equipped with sensors to pick up conversations about himself, Seto came striding into the room. "Anzu!" he said, looking surprised to see her. He shot Mokuba a quick glare. Mokuba only shrugged in response. "I thought you were going to call before you came over." He unconsciously straightened his coat.
Anzu stood, eyes only for Seto. "Oh, I’m sorry - I meant to, but I guess I forgot." She grinned apologetically, but he just rolled his eyes.
"Let’s get going then. I won’t have you making us late."
So off they went, waving goodbye to Mokuba and rushing out the door. He waited until he heard the door shut before he sighed and stretched out across the couch. Regardless of Seto’s feelings - and not even Mokuba was quite sure what they were - Anzu was totally and completely in love.
"But with the wrong Kaiba," Mokuba muttered to himself bitterly. He reached down by his feet and got one of the small, plump matching pillows. He tucked it under his head and closed his eyes. He could hardly believe that Anzu was envious of him; when he would do anything - anything - just for her to look at him once the way she always looked at Seto.
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I have problems. Heh. And a SERIOUS addiction. I need an anime rehab clinic - I'm obsessed. Fan-fiction is my crack.
ILB
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Seto/Anzu
Mokuba was in the middle of his favorite game when the doorbell rang. He sighed raggedly and put the game on pause. "Hold on," he called, racing towards the door. "I’m coming; I’m coming."
He yanked the door open and, just as he had expected, saw Anzu smiling behind it. "Hello Mokuba," she said warmly.
He grinned. "Oh, hey. Hey, Anzu, good to see you. Come on in."
She smiled politely and thanked him quietly as she stepped inside.
"Seto’s not ready," Mokuba told her, remembering that his brother had mentioned that he and Anzu were scheduled for a date. "But it won’t take him much longer. Come on, let’s wait in the living room. I haven’t seen you in... Must be a month, at least! Seto keeps you all to himself."
Anzu laughed. "I suppose we are pretty busy," she said as they walked. "Maybe you and I should make plans soon; I’d like to spend some time with you, too."
Mokuba grinned broadly as he flopped down on their beautiful, forest-green leather sofa in the "guest"-sitting room. "Sounds great!"
Anzu sat down beside him - in a much more dignified manner. "Good."
Not wanting the conversation into fall into awkward silence, Mokuba cleared his throat. "So... What are you and Seto going to be doing?" He surveyed her choice of attire. "You’re looking pretty smokin’ in that little black dress. Going to paint the town red?"
Anzu laughed, almost snorting in her attempts to smother it. "No, no - nothing like that. But... ‘smoking’. Mokuba, you’re a funny kid; you really are." She grinned. "He made reservations at my favorite restaurant, so we’re going out to eat." She laughed again, but the tone was less happy and more self-deprecating. "At least that’s what I think we’re doing. He’s so impossible to figure out sometimes! I had to practically drag that out of him."
Mokuba shook his head, fingers dancing across the couch cushion absently. Seto had been worrying over the date for days - it wasn’t just going to be a normal dinner. Not if Seto had the balls to give Anzu that ten-thousand plus ring he had bought about a week before.
"Yeah, he’s... He’s a tough nut to crack." Mokuba looked up at Anzu and grinned. "But he obviously cares. I mean, a restaurant you actually like? Next he’ll be building you a shrine." He winked. "With a prevalent blue-eyes theme, course."
Anzu giggled in return. "Of course."
"And, yeah, he might be impossible to figure out, but I think you’re doing a good job. I mean, you’ve got the degrees of scowl down pat. And your interpretation of stare intensity!" He clapped jokingly. "Fabulous, my dear. Brava."
Anzu rolled her eyes, but grinned right back at her boyfriend’s younger brother. "Oh, Mokuba." She chuckled once more. "I suppose you’re right. But... I really envy you, sometimes. You get to see a side of him that I can only ever hope for glimpses of. You know him so well; you really understand him." She looked down. "I wish I had that sort of intimate knowledge."
Not really knowing how to respond, Mokuba looked down, suddenly finding the rich, green leather more interesting than ever before. "Oh no, trust me - your knowledge of him is much more intimate than mine."
Anzu snorted and knocked him playfully on the shoulder. "That’s not what I meant and you know it."
She kept chuckling a few moments longer, but Mokuba’s humor was gone. She wasn’t the only one with a bad case of envy; but his brother was not the one he wanted intimate knowledge of.
Suddenly, as though equipped with sensors to pick up conversations about himself, Seto came striding into the room. "Anzu!" he said, looking surprised to see her. He shot Mokuba a quick glare. Mokuba only shrugged in response. "I thought you were going to call before you came over." He unconsciously straightened his coat.
Anzu stood, eyes only for Seto. "Oh, I’m sorry - I meant to, but I guess I forgot." She grinned apologetically, but he just rolled his eyes.
"Let’s get going then. I won’t have you making us late."
So off they went, waving goodbye to Mokuba and rushing out the door. He waited until he heard the door shut before he sighed and stretched out across the couch. Regardless of Seto’s feelings - and not even Mokuba was quite sure what they were - Anzu was totally and completely in love.
"But with the wrong Kaiba," Mokuba muttered to himself bitterly. He reached down by his feet and got one of the small, plump matching pillows. He tucked it under his head and closed his eyes. He could hardly believe that Anzu was envious of him; when he would do anything - anything - just for her to look at him once the way she always looked at Seto.
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I have problems. Heh. And a SERIOUS addiction. I need an anime rehab clinic - I'm obsessed. Fan-fiction is my crack.
ILB
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