"Sevenfold" Green: Wrath
Yugioh "Sevenfold" next bit
Seto/Anzu
He wrote his name on the blackboard in smooth, deadly strokes - as though he had an assassin’s hand.
Anzu glared at his back.
“As previously stated, I am Kaiba Seto. And I have been asked to speak to this class today…”
She stopped listening after his name, her hands gripping her pencil with such fury that her knuckles were white. How dare he invade her life again; she thought after high school she’d be rid of him for good. Apparently, forces at work in the world seemed to find it amusing to throw one of the men she loathed most straight at her.
He wrote something else, beginning to speak in that peculiar “lecture voice” that all those who dealt with crowds or the public seemed to adopt. Anzu spitefully ignored every word.
And it really wasn’t as though he didn’t deserve her hatred, because he did. After everything he had put her friends through, he deserved to be strung up by his toes and have his own duel disk shoved up his throat. She was curiously pleased at the thought. After all, if there was any justice in the world, he’d meet with a fate that was much worse.
He had always been rather difficult regarding some of the more fantastic happenings where dueling was involved, but Anzu had tolerated his deliberate obtuseness with as much grace as she could. It was when he completely denied what had happened in Egypt and wrote it off as a “mass hallucination” that she got truly incensed. There was only so much that a girl could take.
So there he was, still lecturing in the front of the classroom, holding the rapt attention of many of the other students. She was vaguely disgusted.
Her eyes bore into his back. His shoulders were surprisingly broad for so slim a body, and they tapered down to a trim, tiny waist. He had grown up; the lanky teenager had filled out well, and he no longer looked sickly thin. Mokuba - a Kaiba she actually liked - had probably finally succeeded in convincing the workaholic to take things a little easier.
Which, she mused, wasn’t at all fair. He was wealthy, brilliant, and handsome? At least, she thought with some measure of sadistic glee, he had never been able to beat Yugi without cheating. If nothing else, she at least had that to give her comfort. Not, of course, that she ever spent time thinking about him. If she happened to pass KaibaCorp. or maybe if she saw Yugi - then he might invade the outermost reaches of her mind. She was perfectly and completely content never to think of him again. So when he showed up in her classroom - of all places! - naturally she was more than furious.
A loud snap broke her out of her thoughts. She looked down to see two halves of a pencil before her, gripped in either hand. She let go and they rolled off her slim green binder onto the floor.
The entire room turned to look at her.
She felt her cheeks turning red as eyes everywhere zeroed in on her.
Kaiba, noticing her for the first time, slowly let his mouth fall into an insufferably smug smirk.
“It’s not polite to disrupt a speaker,” he said. Anyone else might have thought he was merely chastising an inattentive student, but that gleam in his eye told her otherwise. He was enjoying her humiliation, enjoying the way the entire class was snickering at her behind their hands.
“The last time I checked,” she said angrily, getting up out of her chair, “you couldn’t care less about being polite.”
And before he had a chance to respond, she was out the door - the class staring at the large, green Economics book she had just attempted to introduce to his face.
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This was written just to have it written; I am definitely not proud. It doesn't work as well as other bits have, and all-in-all I feel it could be much, much better. I'm gonna be doing some heavy editing, I'm sure.
-ILB
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Seto/Anzu
He wrote his name on the blackboard in smooth, deadly strokes - as though he had an assassin’s hand.
Anzu glared at his back.
“As previously stated, I am Kaiba Seto. And I have been asked to speak to this class today…”
She stopped listening after his name, her hands gripping her pencil with such fury that her knuckles were white. How dare he invade her life again; she thought after high school she’d be rid of him for good. Apparently, forces at work in the world seemed to find it amusing to throw one of the men she loathed most straight at her.
He wrote something else, beginning to speak in that peculiar “lecture voice” that all those who dealt with crowds or the public seemed to adopt. Anzu spitefully ignored every word.
And it really wasn’t as though he didn’t deserve her hatred, because he did. After everything he had put her friends through, he deserved to be strung up by his toes and have his own duel disk shoved up his throat. She was curiously pleased at the thought. After all, if there was any justice in the world, he’d meet with a fate that was much worse.
He had always been rather difficult regarding some of the more fantastic happenings where dueling was involved, but Anzu had tolerated his deliberate obtuseness with as much grace as she could. It was when he completely denied what had happened in Egypt and wrote it off as a “mass hallucination” that she got truly incensed. There was only so much that a girl could take.
So there he was, still lecturing in the front of the classroom, holding the rapt attention of many of the other students. She was vaguely disgusted.
Her eyes bore into his back. His shoulders were surprisingly broad for so slim a body, and they tapered down to a trim, tiny waist. He had grown up; the lanky teenager had filled out well, and he no longer looked sickly thin. Mokuba - a Kaiba she actually liked - had probably finally succeeded in convincing the workaholic to take things a little easier.
Which, she mused, wasn’t at all fair. He was wealthy, brilliant, and handsome? At least, she thought with some measure of sadistic glee, he had never been able to beat Yugi without cheating. If nothing else, she at least had that to give her comfort. Not, of course, that she ever spent time thinking about him. If she happened to pass KaibaCorp. or maybe if she saw Yugi - then he might invade the outermost reaches of her mind. She was perfectly and completely content never to think of him again. So when he showed up in her classroom - of all places! - naturally she was more than furious.
A loud snap broke her out of her thoughts. She looked down to see two halves of a pencil before her, gripped in either hand. She let go and they rolled off her slim green binder onto the floor.
The entire room turned to look at her.
She felt her cheeks turning red as eyes everywhere zeroed in on her.
Kaiba, noticing her for the first time, slowly let his mouth fall into an insufferably smug smirk.
“It’s not polite to disrupt a speaker,” he said. Anyone else might have thought he was merely chastising an inattentive student, but that gleam in his eye told her otherwise. He was enjoying her humiliation, enjoying the way the entire class was snickering at her behind their hands.
“The last time I checked,” she said angrily, getting up out of her chair, “you couldn’t care less about being polite.”
And before he had a chance to respond, she was out the door - the class staring at the large, green Economics book she had just attempted to introduce to his face.
***
This was written just to have it written; I am definitely not proud. It doesn't work as well as other bits have, and all-in-all I feel it could be much, much better. I'm gonna be doing some heavy editing, I'm sure.
-ILB
***