Alleyways
Title: Alleyways
Fandom/Pairing: Yuugiou; Seto Kaiba x. Yami no Yuugi
Rating: G
Warnings: Slash at its minimum.
Disclaimer: Yuugiou is copyright Kazuki Takahashi. Story is copyright V.S.
Notes: Christmas!gift for deepsense_remix. I fail at both Prideshipping and metaphors. ;;
‘We were destined to be rivals.’
Seto stood idly in the alleyway, silently watching as people passed by him and every so often checking his wristwatch. The walkers going on their way seemed quite oblivious to his presence - something he considered a blessing. His mood was sour; he despised wasting his time, but for this matter, he supposed he could stand to wait another five minutes more.
‘It was decided before we were born into this life, Seto.’
Seto did not believe in fate, destiny, karma, curses, irrationality or, in a word, magic. He believed in the here, the now, and the decisions he made for himself. His feet moved because he took a step, and his hands clenched because he made the muscles work. Likewise, he waited here because he chose to - not because there was anyone making him stay. Not because there was some ‘mysterious’ reason keeping him. If he so chose, he could turn and walk down into the dark of the alley, and that would be that. It would be done.
The game would be over.
‘You can’t win.’
Seto would win. The first step was waiting here. The second was keeping on with the game. The third was not treating it like a game - that third step, that was the hardest one. Seto preferred games and business transactions to almost everything else. It did not make for the most -
“Good afternoon, Kaiba.”
The voice jolted him from his thoughts, leaving one of them half-finished. Easily, he replied, “Good afternoon, Mutou.”
He did look flustered, much as he tried to mask it. His cheeks were reddened from the chill outside (but in the alley the wind was blocked, so Seto suffered no such indignity) and, although he did appear to be calming slightly, there was an alarmed nature to the way he kept looking for his shoulder and smoothing down his coat. When he spoke, there was disdain colouring his words, “Is there a reason you wanted to meet here, of all places?”
Seto smirked languidly and trailed his fingers over one of Yami’s shoulders before walking out of the alleyway, replying coolly, “So no one would see us.” Yami hurried out of the alley after him and trailed in the sunshine, demanding what he meant; Seto’s smirk remained steadfast as he walked in the shadows of the buildings and kept totally silent.
Fandom/Pairing: Yuugiou; Seto Kaiba x. Yami no Yuugi
Rating: G
Warnings: Slash at its minimum.
Disclaimer: Yuugiou is copyright Kazuki Takahashi. Story is copyright V.S.
Notes: Christmas!gift for deepsense_remix. I fail at both Prideshipping and metaphors. ;;
‘We were destined to be rivals.’
Seto stood idly in the alleyway, silently watching as people passed by him and every so often checking his wristwatch. The walkers going on their way seemed quite oblivious to his presence - something he considered a blessing. His mood was sour; he despised wasting his time, but for this matter, he supposed he could stand to wait another five minutes more.
‘It was decided before we were born into this life, Seto.’
Seto did not believe in fate, destiny, karma, curses, irrationality or, in a word, magic. He believed in the here, the now, and the decisions he made for himself. His feet moved because he took a step, and his hands clenched because he made the muscles work. Likewise, he waited here because he chose to - not because there was anyone making him stay. Not because there was some ‘mysterious’ reason keeping him. If he so chose, he could turn and walk down into the dark of the alley, and that would be that. It would be done.
The game would be over.
‘You can’t win.’
Seto would win. The first step was waiting here. The second was keeping on with the game. The third was not treating it like a game - that third step, that was the hardest one. Seto preferred games and business transactions to almost everything else. It did not make for the most -
“Good afternoon, Kaiba.”
The voice jolted him from his thoughts, leaving one of them half-finished. Easily, he replied, “Good afternoon, Mutou.”
He did look flustered, much as he tried to mask it. His cheeks were reddened from the chill outside (but in the alley the wind was blocked, so Seto suffered no such indignity) and, although he did appear to be calming slightly, there was an alarmed nature to the way he kept looking for his shoulder and smoothing down his coat. When he spoke, there was disdain colouring his words, “Is there a reason you wanted to meet here, of all places?”
Seto smirked languidly and trailed his fingers over one of Yami’s shoulders before walking out of the alleyway, replying coolly, “So no one would see us.” Yami hurried out of the alley after him and trailed in the sunshine, demanding what he meant; Seto’s smirk remained steadfast as he walked in the shadows of the buildings and kept totally silent.